ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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my blood is worthless
{1995}
The Great Hall
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Dinner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant experience for Alula. The news about her shouting match (along with Harry's) with Umbridge had travelled exceptionally fast even by Hogwarts' standards. She heard whispers all around her as she sat eating between Harry and Fred. The funny thing was that none of the whisperers seemed to mind her overhearing what they were saying about her. On the contrary, it was as though they were hoping she would get angry and start shouting again so that they could hear the story first-hand.
'He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered . . .'
'He reckons he duelled with You-Know-Who . . .'
'Come off it . . .'
'Who does she think he's kidding?'
'Pur-lease . . .'
'What I don't get,' said Harry through clenched teeth, laying down his knife and fork (his hands were shaking too much to hold them steady), 'is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them . . .'
"The thing is, Harry, I'm not sure they did," said Hermione grimly. 'Oh, let's get out of here.'
She slammed down her own knife and fork; Ron looked longingly at his half-finished apple pie but followed suit. People stared at them all the way out of the Hall.
'What d'you mean, you're not sure they believed Dumbledore?' Harry asked Hermione when they reached the first-floor landing.
'Look, you don't understand what it was like after it happened,' said Hermione quietly. 'You arrived back in the middle of the lawn clutching Cedric's dead body . . . none of us saw what happened in the maze . . . we just had Dumbledore's word for it that You-Know-Who had come back and killed Cedric and fought you.'
'Which is the truth!' said Harry loudly.
'I know it is, Harry, so will you please stop biting my head off?' said Hermione wearily. 'It's just that before the truth could sink in, everyone went home for the summer, where they spent two months reading about how you're a nutcase and Dumbledore's going senile!'
"You alright, Al?" Ron asked, noticing how quiet she was.
"All this talk of Cedric...I just-" Alula said, looking down.
"Oh, Al," Hermione said, putting her arm around the girl's shoulders.
Harry stayed silent. He looked at Alula and couldn't begin to fathom how she felt. No wonder she screamed at Umbridge.
Rain pounded on the window panes as they strode along the empty corridors back to Gryffindor Tower. Alula felt as though her first day had lasted a week, but she still had a mountain of homework to do before bed. A dull pounding pain was developing over her right eye. She glanced out of a rain-washed window at the dark grounds as they turned into the Fat Lady's corridor. There was still no light in Hagrid's cabin.
