❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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THANKS TO NEVILLE, the self-proclaimed Dumbledore's Army – shout out to Ginny Weasley for the name – had met that same Thursday evening within the Room of Requirement for their first ever meeting. Rebecca had made sure to get there early and before everyone else, stepping into the lantern-lit room and letting out a large breath and running both her hands across her face within the silence. Nerves and anticipation ate away at her, her hands shaking and the weight of the world seemingly on her very shoulders. She paced the length of the room, trying to think up a proper starting speech – one she knew she needed because she still had to prove herself a worthy teacher to quite a few doubting students.
It was nearing 7:30pm when the Golden Trio made their way inside, faltering slightly at the sight of the panic-stricken Ravenclaw who had begun setting up a few fairly spaced sections for the nearly thirty students that were to be in attendance. They greeted Rebecca as the double doors shut behind them, getting only a meek smile and half a wave in return before the older teen was moving to the opposite side of the room to light a few more candles and lanterns to send them up towards the ceiling to light the room up further.
Soon enough, the rest of the DA was filing in through the large metal doors, in groups, pairs, trios, and as individuals. All of them still in their robes and uniforms, chatting quietly among one another as more people stepped inside. Rebecca glanced to all of them wearily, her eyes landing on Adrienne Samson far too many times as she found her chatting to Cedric alone in the far corner. Hermione, upon noticing the nervous foot shuffle and habit of picking at her nails, made her way over to Rebecca and gave her arm a light squeeze as soon as she was close enough.
"You're gonna be great," She assured her with a small smile, "you're beyond talented, more so than anyone in this room – and just as much as both Moony and Snuffles say."
"How the hell am I supposed to teach all these kids how to defend themselves if I –" Rebecca paused abruptly, her voice lowering significantly and shoulders slouching, "I couldn't even protect myself from my own aunt, what makes them all think I'm worthy enough of to pass on defensive information if I'm a coward?"
"Hey," Hermione frowned, taking the older girl's hand into her own to give it a firm squeeze, "you aren't a coward –" at the light scoff from Rebecca's lips, she lightly pinched her arm with a leveled look, "would a coward take a swipe from a werewolf willingly?"
"Okay but –"
"But nothing," She interjected, "They just need to know you'll be there to help them. Show them how strong they can be themselves – you survived so many curses from a young age – make them see that they can too," She stated softly, mustering up a small smile, "and as long as you need help, you know I'll be there with you too."
