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Chapter 12 : Attack
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Author's Note: Hey everyone! So I decided to do my last update before the new decade! Kind if weird to think of that this decade is like, a day from being over. Well, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and don't forget to leave a review!
Monday morning, I woke up a bit earlier than usual and got ready before heading down to breakfast where I waited for everyone else. I had a few pieces of toast with Miracle Whip spread on them and was nibbling on them. All of a sudden the toast was out of my hand, and I turned around to see Harry eating it.
"I was eating that," I noted and he shrugged as he sat down beside me, swallowed and gave me a kiss.
"What did you put on this?" He asked.
"Miracle Whip," I answered, smiling impishly.
"Seriously?" He asked.
"Yeah, I've been doing that since I was little," I mentioned and he nodded, taking another bite, causing me to sigh frustratedly as Hermione and Ron came and sat with us as well. We sat and ate for a while, talking casually as I filled them all in on my weekend when the post came. An owl came and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet onto Hermione's lap. She paid the owl before unrolling it and gasping. I grabbed it out of her hands and looked at the cover, gasping as well.
DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED
FIRST EVER HIGH INQUISITOR
Hermione snatched it back out of my hands again and started reading it out loud so we could hear, and no one else could. We sat there listening, started to get angry as they talked about how she was an "immediate success". This was ridiculous! Oh wait...this could cause quite a bit of trouble.
McGonagall looked at me from the staff table and signaled to go out to the Entrance Hall, and I nodded to her before walking quickly out. She came out minutes later and led me to her office in silence.
"What are we going to do now? She is obviously going to inspect more than one of your classes and try to find out who you are! What will your cover story be?" McGonagall asked.
"I don't know!" I moaned. "I never thought this would happen."
"We'll just have to make something up." She took out a folder with my name on it and opened it, scribbling something onto it. I looked over, seeing the word "Prophecy" written on my file, but she snapped it shut before I could read anymore. "You took your Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWT last year because you found the course wasn't challenging enough. Now I really hope you were studying."
"I was, don't worry," I said.
"Tell Miss Grant about this as well, I'm going to change her file as well," McGonagall said before I left. This was as good a time as ever to use "The Language of the Emilies".
I want back to the Great Hall and sat down with Harry again to see Lindsay, Emilie and Brad were now sitting with our group.
"What was that about?" Brad asked.
"Oh, nothing," I said before making a bunch of signals towards Emilie and she nodded continually before giving me a thumbs up, showing that she understood.
"Now I know it wasn't nothing," Harry whispered into my ear. "I know that's yours and Emilie's secret language."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said innocently, grabbing his fork out of his hands, taking a piece of his pancake and stuffing it into my mouth. "HA!"
Umbridge only checked Divination that day, and we all knew Trelawney would be on probation after that class. And in DADA, Harry had gotten another week's worth of detentions for bringing up Quirrell. The next day however, we walked into Double Transfiguration before lunch and saw Umbridge sitting in the corner, and a very disturbed look was on McGonagall's face. She continued teaching as usual, ignoring Umbridge even when she did that annoying little coughing thing. One time McGonagall turned on her and said "Would you like a cough drop, Dolores? You seem to have developed a bad cough."
It was probably one of the most amusing things I had seen in a while. But then a timid looking first year came and knocked on the door.
"Come in," McGonagall said as he looked completely fearful, noticing Umbridge in the corner. He scurried up to McGonagall to avoid any questioning from the devil dressed in pink, otherwise known as Professor Umbridge. "What is it?"
"I-I h-h-have a n-note for E-Emily W-W-Williams fr-from the h-headmaster," He stuttered, receiving a few sympathetic looks from the girls in class.
Wait, did he say he had a note for me? From Dumbledore? Surely it couldn't be any Order business, because he would've waited until the end of class for that. I walked up to the front of the class, as was Professor Umbridge. She tried to take the note from Professor McGonagall but she passed it to me before Umbridge could see it.
"Surely as High Inquisitor I should be checking any notes being given during class hours," Umbridge said.
"But you see, Dolores, this is addressed to Miss Williams, not to you, making it none of your business," McGonagall said, totally shutting Umbridge down as she went back to corner, sulking.
I opened the note once I was in my seat again and read what it said.
There was an attack at your old high school. Your little sister was injured and is in St. Mungo's currently unconscious. From what they can tell, the Cruciatus curse was used on her, but we won't be sure until she wakes up, if she does. Your presence is requested immediately. I suggest you bring Miss Grant, Miss Hunter, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr. Davis and Mr. Weasley along with you. You have my permission to leave class. Come to my office so we can get you to St. Mungo's A.S.A.P. Please let Minerva know where you are going through the usual way.
P.S. I'm particularly craving Acid Pops at this exact moment.
Oh god. Not Allie. Anyone but Allie. They should've hurt me, not her. And the part where he said "if she wakes up" wouldn't leave me mind. No, this couldn't be happening.
"Come on Em, we need to go," Harry whispered and I nodded, feeling tears prickling at my eyes. I saw him grabbing my stuff as I pressed the earring I was required to wear, being an Order member, in the shape of a phoenix. McGonagall looked over at me and nodded as we got our group to walk out of the class.
"Where to do think you're going?" Umbridge demanded of me.
"To see Professor Dumbledore with his, and my permission," McGonagall said fiercely, signaling for us to get out and that she'd deal with it. I signaled the rest of them and we made our way out of there, Lindsay volunteering to send everything up to the common room while we made our way to Dumbledore's office.
"Acid pops!" I said to the gargoyle and it jumped aside, letting us all into Dumbledore's office as he paced back and forth before noticing us.
"Emily, I suggest you and the others Apparate there to save time," Dumbledore said. "I have temporarily removed the wards, so I suggest you do it fast." I nodded in response, grabbing Harry by the arm and quickly focusing on St. Mungo's and we were in the lobby, where a bunch of oddly-injured people were sitting. I ran up to the desk, with a slightly dizzy Harry and caught the attention of the nurse who was organizing some files.
"You're Emily Williams, aren't you?" She asked and I nodded, Harry holding onto my hand tightly and supportively. "Right this way. Your sister got off really lucky. She's on the fourth floor, in Spell Damage, in the Dilys Derwent ward." I gave her a look and she added, "for temporary spell damage." I let out a sigh of relief as she led us up the stairs to the fourth floor and opened the door for us. She led the way to the Dilys Derwent ward and showed us which room.
"We'll stay out here and wait for you until you're ready," Hermione said, pulling back Ron who was about to walk in.
I took a deep breath and walked in to see my whole family there. Kelsey was glaring at me, and my parents were on either side of my little sister's unconscious side, holding her hand. A large machine behind her was making constant beeping sounds, showing her pulse.
"You guys should go get something to eat, or rest. I'll watch her and if there's any progress, I'll let you know," I told my family and they nodded, leaving the room. I sat down beside her, holding onto her hand. "Please Allie. Wake up; you can't leave us just yet."
Her eyes fluttered open and she went to sit up but I forced her back down as gently as I could.
"Don't strain yourself Chubchub," I said, using our nicknames which made her smile. "I'll be right back." I opened the door to see them all sitting outside, talking. "Lindsay, could you come in here?"
"Yeah," She answered, walking in and seeing Allie awake she waved before closing the door behind her. "So what do you need?"
"Is there any way you could connect our minds?" I asked and she looked thoughtful.
"Yes, it's possible. It would be really hard through, and it wouldn't just be you looking into her mind, she could look into your mind as well," Lindsay explained.
"Do it," I said.
"You have to have some sort of physical contact with her," Lindsay instructed so I sat beside Allie and clasped her hand in a sisterly way. Lindsay concentrated and† before I knew it, I was going through Allie's memories, flicking through each one as if it were a book of fairytales and I was picking which one I wanted to read.
I was sitting in French and as the teacher was answering one of the other student's questions, my best friend, Emma Scambler and I were talking as well, doing the assignment she had just given us.
Suddenly, the announcements came on and the secretary, who was one of our family friend's, didn't read the normal announcements, but instead said a phrase that frightened everyone.
"Code Red! I repeat, Code Red! This is not a drill!" She said over the PA. Our class started freaking out. We hadn't even gone over code red drills yet! We didn't think that there would be one. If you didn't know what a Code Red is, it's when someone entered the school, they're unknown and they have a weapon with them.
"Everyone in the corner of the class! Quickly! And someone close and lock the windows while I lock the door and turn off the lights. Emma and I scrambled over to the corner, freaking out quietly. We couldn't make any noise or they would find us for sure.
I didn't see the point in the procedure though. We all got in one corner, turned off all the lights and windows, and locked the door. Like they're not going to know there are kids in the building when someone's on the PA saying "Code Red".
The door of the classroom burst open as if by magic, which made me realize that it was magic, and that these intruders were probably wizards. They came through and they were wearing long black robes with the hoods pulled up and scary white masks covering their faces. These were Death Eaters!
Emily had told me all about them during the summer after she woke up from one of the few times she had slept, screaming. My room was next door, so when she started screaming, I heard it right away and went to see what was wrong. She told me about this guy named Voldemort who had these henchmen called Death Eaters that killed anyone who got in their way.
Oh Merlin. I should've just jumped out of the window.
I reached to grab my wand out of my pocket when I realized it wasn't there! And then I remembered that I had left it on my counter this morning before school. Oh god, Emily told me never to go anywhere without it. She'd be so ashamed if she saw me right now.
"We're looking for Allie Williams," One of them said and I recognized the voice. I just couldn't put a face to it.
"She's right there," A girl named Melissa ratted out. I've always hated her. Always. The bigger of the three grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me to my feet.
"Let her go!" Emma screamed, standing up and causing a riot before slipping something into my hand. "Your mom gave it to me this morning to give to you."
"Get out of the way," One of them said, casting a non-verbal spell and knocking Emma out of the way. She crashed into the white board at the front of the room and her whole body went limp.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
"Your sister," One said menacingly.
"I don't know who you're talking about," I said defiantly.
During the summer, after that particular nightmare, Emily told me everything that had happened with the Death Eaters and Voldemort in the graveyard. She took that as her opportunity to teach me everything she knew how to defend myself. She also told me never to give away any information about anyone you loved, because you'd never see them again after that. She taught me a lot of defensive and offensive spells that my mom and dad had refused to teach me, but she said that I needed to learn. But the most important thing she told me was "Never show them that you're scared. They'll use that to their advantage. And never give in."
"Your sister, Emily Williams," One said, whipping off his mask. Michael McDonald. Emily had told me he was a Death Eater, but I didn't know whether to believe her or not.
"I don't know who you're talking about," I stated, pretending to be bored by this whole thing, all the while worrying about Emma and Emily, although I knew Emily would be safe at Hogwarts with Dumbledore.
"We're not stupid. One of our very reliable sources told us you were her sister. They even gave us your location. And if you tell us where she is right now and about the prophecy, we won't hurt you or any of your little friends either. We won't even hurt your sister, I promise," He said, whipping off his mask to reveal ice cold eyes and long, platinum blond hair. Lucius Malfoy. He was giving me a choice. Tell him where my sister was for both of our lives. But I didn't know anything about a prophecy. But still, it sounded like a good deal...
"I don't even know about this prophecy you're talking about," I said.
"That's okay, because if you tell us where your sister is, we can ask her," One of them said.
"I'll never tell you where she is," I said before whipping my wand out. "Expelliarmus!"
His wand went flying out of his hand and McDonald just summoned it back and handed it to him. Oh shit.
"Tell us where she is."
A pain like white, hot knives seared through my body, causing me the most agony I had ever felt in my life. I screamed out in pain before it was released, leaving me panting on the ground as I glared up at him.
"Tell me where she is and we'll leave," He snarled, his wand pointed at me.
"I'd rather die."
"We can arrange that," McDonald said and I felt my breath catch in my throat as he said this and started to say to the killing curse. Malfoy hit him with a spell, knocking him to the ground.
"We can't kill her. We need her," Lucius growled. "CRUCIO!" The pain became too much and I blacked out.
Next time on "Chaos in the Order"
"Well, we were thinking that maybe," I said, "just maybe, that it's time for us to just to it ourselves."
"Do what ourselves?" Harry asked.
"Learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves," Hermione said tentatively, afraid that he might blow up again like he has been.
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