Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter forty six-his royal highness

"I think I might know a place we could hold our meetings" I said, a vivid memory popping into my head at breakfast the next morning,Hermione, Harry, and Ron looking up eagerly, "it's in a corridor on the seventh floor, across from that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and the trolls"
"But...there isn't anything across from that tapestry" Ron said, scrunching his eyebrows together, "it's just a blank wall"
"It was for you" I said, "but when you walk past it thinking about something you need, it appears for you, and it's filled with everything you could need. Last year, I was running from Filch with Cedric and it turned into a broom cupboard as we ran past and the next time we walked past, there wasn't anything there. I've read about it in Hogwarts A History, it's called the come and go room, or the room of requirement"
"Right, we'll I'll spread the word" Hermione said excitedly, "we can have our first meeting tonight at eight"

At eight o clock that night what was once a small closet transformed itself into the perfect place for meetings, a spacious area stocked with a variety  of books, dark detectors, and cushions which impressed the members that filed in quickly upon arrival

"Well" Hermione began, "I think we ought to elect a leader"
"(Y/n)'s the leader" Harry said at once
"Yes but I think we should all vote on it to make it official" Hermione replied, "so-all in favour of making (y/n) our leader?"

Everyone raided their hands high, even, to my surprise, Zacharias Smith

"Right, then, now that that's settled, we need a name" I said, "something we call this group"
"Can we be the anti-Umbridge league?" Angelina suggested, to laughs
"I love that, but it needs to be something unrecognisable to outsiders, so we can safely refer to it in public" I said
"The defense association?" Cho said hopefully, "but the DA for short, so nobody knows what we're talking about, and we can make it stand for Dumbledore's army too, since that's what the ministry's most afraid of"
"All in favour of the DA?" Hermione called out, and the majority put their hands up, "thats most of us-motion passed!"
"Great, so for our first meeting, we're going to be going over the basic disarming spell-"
"Oh please" Smith said loudly, "I don't think Expelliarmus is going to do any good in helping us defend ourselves"
"Well then it's a good thing I didn't ask you what you think, then, isn't it?" I said with a smile so falsely sweet it gave Umbridge a run for her money, and continued, "the disarming charm can be extremely useful in hands on combat, for example," I turned to Smith, pointing my wand at him, "expelliarmus!" His wand flew out of his hand and landed in mine neatly, "if Smith and I were in a duel, he would now be powerless, and I would be free to snap his neck"

I divided everyone into pairs, and soon red blasts of light were shooting all around the room as I walked around to observe and give notes.

"Collin, sweetie, the pointy end on the wand points towards the opponent" I advised the enthusiastic but inexperienced boy who had almost sent a disarming charm into his own chest
"Finchley, say the incantation with more enunciation, you're mumbling the words" I smiled as he nodded, managing to successfully disarm his partner
"Eyes on your partner, Corner" I said sternly, who I had caught staring at me three times in the last hour, and he looked back hastily, as Ginny shot her spell at him with unneeded aggression, "Good one, Ginny" she looked at me strangely before nodding meekly
"Fred, watch" I demonstrated the wand movement quickly, and he repeated it with some inaccuracy, "here, I'll show you" I guided his hand with mine and grinned when he disarmed George
"Well done, Dean" I praised as Seamus went flying back into the cushion, then blowing my whistle as I noticed the time, and the shouting ceased, "Alright everyone, we've got to get back before Filch finds us, really good work today, next meeting's next Wednesday evening!"

Hermione soon devised a clever way of communication between members, what with the irregularity of meeting dates coming confusing. A galleon that displayed time and dates using the serial numbers around the rim, growing hot whenever the numbers changed

"Don't let Ron see what's on those badges" I said darkly to Harry as we made our way onto the quidditch field for the very first quidditch game of the year, against Slytherin, who unanimously sported the words 'Weasley is our king ', and whatever that meant, I knew it couldn't be good
"And they're off!" Lee Jordan roared into the microphone as the game began and I clutched the quaffle tightly in my hands, soaring towards the goalposts, "It's Lestrange with the quaffle, shes passed Warrington, narrowly avoided that Bludger from Goyle, she's going for it...SHES GOT IT! That's ten-nil to Gryffindor"

I smirked at Miles Bletchley as the quafffle soared past his outstretched hands and into the goalpost

"Johnson's got the quaffle, shes passed it to Spinnet, she-ahh she's been intercepted by Warrington, its Warrington from Slytherin with the quaffle, he dodges a bludger, passes Lestrange, he's headed to the goalpost, it's Weasley's first test as a keeper, can he do it? Can he?"

The chorus of singing from the Slytherin stands boomed even louder as Ron fumbled the sage, scoring ten points to Slytherin and I groaned as the lyrics became legible

Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring
That's why Slytherin's all sing
Weasley is our king

Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley with make sure we win
Weasley is our king

I dropped the Quaffle in my distracted statement cursing wildly as Pucey swooped in the catch in, darting after him quickly and intercepting his pass

"Aaaand it's back to Lestrange with a nice recovery there, she dodges a bludger, and she dodges another, she's heading to score, come on!"

But Bletchley saved it, much to my displeasure. Time passed, and Ron let in three more goals, and doubt started to creep in as I imagined losing to Slytherin for the first time ever, them leading with forty to ten. My spirits soared as I saw Harry diving downwards with his hand outstretched, closing in on the tiny fluttering snitch.

"Come on, Harry" I cheered encouragingly, and screamed my voice hoarse when he slowed down, clutching the golden ball in his hand triumphantly.

Suddenly, a bludger collided with his back, sending him tumbling a few feet down and my head darted towards the sender of the ball, flying towards them.

"Oi, you great big lump!" I yelled at Crabbe, who grinned malevolently at Harry's body sprawled on the ground, "what the bloody hell is wrong with you, the game's over!"
"Let's go down to the pitch" Fred said, popping up to my right and trying to guide me back to the ground
"Right after I break his nose" I growled
"If you do that, you'll be suspended from the team" George reasoned, placing a gloved hand in my shoulder, "Harry's fine, and we won, let's go celebrate"
"Oh alright" I said to the twins, before shooting one last glare at Crabbe, "One day, Crabbe, you'll get it"
"Or perhaps" the sound of Malfoy's sneering voice could be heard as we landed back onto the grass, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Wealsey's pigsty reminds you of it"
"Fred, what did you just say to me?" I said, grabbing hold of his arm as he went towards Malfoy, "Fred , tell me what you said"
"We won, let's go celebrate" He said dismissively, still glaring at Malfoy, "But he-"
"Is being a sore loser" I said with my voice raised as Harry and George swung at Malfoy and the three landed on top of each other on the dirt ground "Leave it, Freddie!"
"No seeker and no beaters" I said miserably later that night in the common room after learning Umbridge had enforced new power over the Gryffindor team, "Umbridge is really getting on my last nerve"
"It's just so unfair-a lifelong ban..." Alicia said hollowly, "I mean, banning Fred when he didn't even do anything!"
"It's not my fault I didn't" Fred said lowly, "I would've pummelled him to a pulp if (y/n) wasn't holding me back"
"You're welcome" I spat, and he mumbled a brief apology, before I retired to my dorm, feeling as though we hadn't won the game at all