Lily Potter (Harry Potter's Twin)

Chapter 33

The classes for the rest of the day were cancelled. Fred and George hadn't left instructions on how to remove the swamp now filled the corridor on the fifth floor of the east wing. Umbridge and Filch had been observed trying to different means of removing it without success. Eventually, the area had to be roped off.

Umbridge was really mad that Fred and George had slipped out from her grasp. She authorized a new decree, confiscating all broomsticks from all students. The brooms were all sorted and stored by dinner time in a dungeon, even the school brooms used for flying lessons.

Hermione, Harry, Ron and I had an interesting conversation during the time we would usually have class. Montague still hadn't recovered from the blow to the head in the final match. He became even more confused and disoriented and his parents were to come on Tuesday.

"Should we say something?" said Hermione in a worried voice upon hearing the news from Harry. "About what happened to him before the Bludger? In case that helps Madam Pomfrey cure him?"

" 'Course not, he'll recover," said Ron indifferently.

"Anyway, more trouble for Umbridge, isn't it?" said Harry in a satisfied voice. We were all doing homework during this extra time in hope of finishing before bedtime.

I tapped the tea cup I was trying charm with my wand. It sprouted four very short legs that would not reach the table and wriggled pointlessly in midair. I tapped it again, and the legs disappeared. I tapped it again and it grew four very thin spindly legs that hoisted the cup off the table with great difficult, trembled for a few seconds, then folded, causing the cup to break.
"Reparo!" said Hermione quickly, mending the cup before I could. "That's all very well, but what if Montague is permanently injured?"

"Who cares?" Ron said, writing another line on his essay. "He shouldn't have taken those points from Gryffindor. If you want to worry about anyone, worry about me!"

"You?" she said, copying down potion ingredients. "Why should I be worried about you?"

I caught my teacup as it scampered happily away across the table on four sturdy little willow patterned legs and replaced it in front of me.

"When Mum's next letter gets through Umbridge's screening process," Ron said bitterly, dipping his quill in ink, " I'm going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if she's sent a Howler again."

"But-"

"It will be my fault Fred and George left, you wait," said Ron darkly. "I should have grabbed the end of their brooms, should've stopped them from leaving she will say... Yeah, it will be all my fault."

I zoned out the conversation and pulled the red book from my bag. I inserted the key and opened the book. Fred hasn't wrote me anything yet, he told me he would write once they arrived at their shop. They only left an hour ago, I doubted they would be there by now, but I couldn't be sure. I closed the book and pulled out parchment and begin my essay for Herbology.

"Did Fred give you that?" asked Hermione, gesturing to the red book.

"Yeah, he said you helped him make it?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I used the same charm I did on the D.A. coins," said Hermione, smiling at the memory. The boys didn't notice our quiet conversation.

"I miss the D.A." I said, smiling sadly.

"Me too," agreed Hermione. "I keep thinking about when we should have the next meeting until I realize that it's over."

"I've pulled out my coin before, to check the date of the next meeting sometimes," I said.