Chapter 2 : Chapter One: An Emergency Decision
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-G.K Chesterson, Orthodoxy
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, UK 1230 hours local time
The noonday sun shone brightly through the windows of Gryffindor common room on five students as they sat in plush red armchairs. They were Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom; and they sat there trying their best to not think of the events of the previous month; nor of the fact that they had just laid to rest the who had been undoubtedly the greatest wizard of the twentieth century, possibly the greatest wizard since Merlin, Albus Dumbledore. Unbeknownst to anyone except Harry and Ginny, another source of hurt and pain had just been thrown into the mix; for Harry had just broken up with his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. Harry refused to meet Ginny’s beautiful brown eyes, staring at her hurt almost too much to bear. He knew he loved her, loved her passionately, but he couldn’t act on those feelings; not again. At least, not until this war is won. But will she take me back when this is over? That is the question. After everything they had been through together, fighting the opening battle of the war, the Quidditch World Cup, rescuing Ginny from Tom Riddle’s clutches, how happy they had been together, she tore his heart out. He broke up with her not because he didn’t love her, but to protect her. But Ginny, apparently had different feelings, and her words still tore at him:maybe that’s why I like you so much. Like, she had said. Not love. Pushing those thoughts from his head for the moment, he considered telling Ron what he had done but quickly decided against it. He knew how zealously Ron defended his sister. He doubted Ron would hit him if he knew, but he didn’t want to risk it.
“It should not have happened,” Hermione said suddenly, finally snapping Harry out of his thoughts. “If we had brought the D.A. back into existence at the beginning of this year, they would have been dedicated to answering our summons the night of the attack. They would have all come and with them we might have repulsed the attack. With them,” Hermione said severely, “Dumbledore might still be alive.”
Harry, surprised, did not know how to respond to this, but apparently Ron did. “What could we have done, Hermione? Most of the D.A. had full school schedules. The vast majority wouldn’t even have been able to come. Face it; all we could get were Neville and Luna. They were the best of the best of the D.A., and not even them combined with the Order of the Phoenix stopped them.”
Neville looked up, his face blushing red with embarrassment for he had never expected to be called the best of the D.A.
“This war’s not going so well, guys.” Hermione said. “Civilian casualties among both Muggles and Wizards have skyrocketed since the attack on this castle.” That was true, since the attack combined civilian deaths had reached 6000 in the United Kingdom and 4000 in the Republic of Ireland. Just last week they set off an explosion in a crowded Belfast supermarket that killed 120 and wounded 80. The Ministry barely responded in time to convince the Muggles it had been a gas explosion. This blatant act of genocidal terrorism only increased the need to find the Horcruxes, destroy them, and find and kill Voldemort.
“The Ministry is totally unprepared to fight this war,” Hermione said, fiercely her eyes glimmering with anger. “They’ve been forced to fight a similar war in the past, but learned nothing from it! Muggles have been fighting this type of war for decades!” Starting to rant, Hermione continued, “I mean, Muggles have been fighting insurgencies like this for decades! If we just took a look a leaf from their book, and train our security forces to be more like Muggle militaries, the Ministry could at least protect us better!” Hermione finished, breathing heavily.
“You have a good idea, Hermione.” Ginny said, sounding intrigued. “But how can the Ministry do that without asking the Muggle Prime Minister to lend us trainers, which I believe is what is done between Muggle states.”
“Your right, Ginny,”Hermione said, sounding defeated. “If the Ministry asks, and the Prime Minister relents, there will be questions from the British public, Parliament, the UN, namely the General Assembly and Security Council, and everyone else for decades. And that’s just if he doesn’t tell!” Hermione said, dejectedly. “If he tells where he sent the officers and men needed, he’ll be written off as a lunatic and we’ll have even bigger problem on our hands.”
After a few minutes, Hermione looked up and with a gleaming look in her eye, saying excitedly, “We need to reform the D.A., guys. It’s the only this war will end short of the Ministry and ICW surrendering.”
No, way, Harry thought. We will win when the Horcruxes are destroyed and we’ve hunted down and killed Voldemort. I will not risk anymore innocent kids. This must not happen.
“Hermione,” Harry said, angrily, standing up. “Can we talk in private?”
“Yeah, I want to talk with her in private, too!” Ron said, also sounding angry.
“Okay,” Hermione said, sounding worried, and they proceeded to frog- march Hermione up to the boy’s dormitory and shut the door behind them.
“What is wrong with you, Hermione?!” Harry shouted. Lowering his voice, he said, “You damn well know victory depends entirely on the destruction of the Horcruxes and our finding and killing Voldemort!” Ron instinctively flinched when Harry said that hated and feared name.
“Oh, grow up, Ron!” Harry shouted, rounding on his best friend. A minute later Harry said, “I’m sorry, Ron, it’s just that I’m a little angry.” Turning on Hermione he said, “Now, why do you want to reform the D.A?”
Hermione had a thoughtful look as she sat on Ron’s four-poster bed. After a minute she said, with a sense of wonder in her voice, “You know, Harry, I don’t exactly know why. After the funeral, when you told us your plans to hunt the Horcruxes, I suddenly felt, knew, that reforming the D.A. was the key.”
“The key to what?,” Ron asked curiously.
“The key to defeating Voldemort’s genocidal attacks on the civilian population and finding and destroying him and his Horcruxes,” Hermione said excitedly. “Please,” she asked Harry pleadingly. “We need to do this or all is lost”
Harry suddenly realized that she had undergone an experience similar to the one he himself underwent with Felix Felicis. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t worried about this “feeling” of Hermione’s in the least, even though he knew he should be. Looking into Hermione’s pleading face, he thought about Ginny, his ex-girlfriend, and wondered what she would think. “All right, Hermione, let’s go tell Ginny and Neville, see what they think.”
As it turned out, Ginny and Neville both supported the idea of rebuilding the D.A.
“I agree with Hermione,” Ginny said, “we need the D.A. back up and running”
“We’ve already proven ourselves in battle,” Neville said, his eyes glowing. “We and the other D.A members might just turn this war around.”
“If we’re going to do this,” Hermione said, “we must all be on the same page.” She then walked over a table and put her hand face down on it. “Are you with me?”
Ginny and Neville walked up and one after the other put their hands face down on top of Hermione’s. After a minute, Ron walked up to the table, wonder as to what he had gotten himself into written all over her face, and put his hand on top of Hermione’s as well.
“Well, Harry,” Ron asked. “Are you going to do this or not?”
Dumbledore, I’m sorry about this, Harry thought. He then walked over and put his hand on the top of the group of hands on the table.
A/N: This quote I found in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary of Quotations
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