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'𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆.'
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Camellia Withlock never expected to be a witch like in...
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"Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up. A corporeal Patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be extremely useful against a variety of opponents. Now, remember: Your Patronus can only protect you as long as you stay focused."
Melia walked around with Harry, instructing the others. Melia had learnt it when she was four and without a wand, so learning it to others wouldn't be hard for her. Almost half of the class had gotten it to work, but then every Patronus that was running around disappeared as they heard a loud thud. Melia furrows her brows in confusion and then she suddenly remembers something that something is going to happen, but she can't remember it. Then she remembered. She grabbed her Slytherin coat that had the Inquisitor squad pin on and ran out of the room.
She placed herself in back, witnessing the destruction of the wall up close. Melia locked eyes with 'Mione and mouthed a sorry to her. "Withlock?"
"Yes, Professor," she says, standing beside her. "Grab mister Potter with you and follow me. Argus, take the others." Melia nods her head and goes to him. When her back is turned from the squad, she looks at Harry with a pleading look. Hoping he comes without trouble. He looked like he was going to protest, but Hermione moved towards him and whispered something in his ear and he came with her. She smiled at her and took Harry's arm.
They started walking to Dumbledore's office. On the way there, Melia whispered her new mission to Harry trying to explain to him why she's doing this. He nodded through the whole explanation and she prayed that he wouldn't be angry at her later. They arrived at the office where Fudge, Shacklebolt and Percy Weasley were already waiting.
"All your fear mongering about You-Know-Who never fooled us for a minute. We saw your lies for what they were--a smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry!"
"Naturally," he answers with no care in the world.
Harry's eyes widen as he realizes what Dumbledore's doing, "Professor, no!" he turns to look at Umbridge. "He knew nothing about this! It was me!"
"Most noble of you, Harry, to try and shield me, but as has been pointed out, the Parchment clearly says 'Dumbledore's Army'--not 'Potter's' " he looks at him in disbelief. "I instructed Harry to form this organization--and I alone am responsible for its activities."
"Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet; if we hurry we should still make the morning edition. Dawlish, Shacklebolt: You will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban to await trial for conspiracy and sedition--"
"Ah, I thought we might hit that little snag. You seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to... what is the phrase? 'Come quietly.' But I'm afraid I have no intention of going to Azkaban."
"Enough of this rubbish. TAKE HIM!" Umbridge shouts. As they raise their wands Dumbledore smiles a warm, encouraging smile at Harry who looks helplessly back. Then Fawkes swoops over Dumbledore and he reaches to grab the Phoenix' tail and in a blaze of fire both the bird and Dumbledore are gone. As Fudge and Umbridge sit up, stunned, Shacklebolt smiles a private smile.
