Chapter 13 : Death Eater
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Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry for the long wait inbetween updates. I haven't had a lot of time, because I've been dealing with a lot lately, but I'm updating, so that's all that matters, right? And I'll try to get another update in, but with exams happening next week, I've got to be studying more than I need to be on HPFF. Anyways, I hope you all like this chapter and don't forget to leave me a little review as encouragement!
"I don't want you to die," She croaked, smiling at me before I gave her a tight hug, never prouder of her.
"Next time Allie, just tell them where I am. I don't want them to hurt you again," I said and she shook her head, disagreeing with me.
"Never," She said and I hugged her even tighter.
"You are the best little sister ever. You are so strong! I'm going to go to Hogsmeade and buy you all the candy you want and a bunch of clothes and send it to you because you are the definition of amazing," I said and she just laughed at me.
"Is Emma alright?" Allie asked.
"I'll go check," I said, walking out of the room to be approached by Harry as soon as I did so.
"Is she alright?" He asked and I nodded, not being able to help the smile growing on my face.
"She's a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor, I can tell," I said and he looked at me confused as I continued to walk, looking along all the name plates on each door trying to find Emma's name. "Death Eaters came to my old high school looking for me, and they Crucio'd her but she still didn't tell them where I was."
"That is one amazing little sister you got there," Harry noted and I nodded. I found the right door and knocked before entering, out of respect for her and her family.
"Hi Loren, Kayden, Ken. How're you feeling Emma?" I asked, noticing that Kingsley was there as well. "Kingsley."
"Emily," He said in response with a nod of his head before talking to Loren some more in hushed tones so no one else could hear.
"Could be better," Emma admitted, shrugging, but a pained expression crossed her face as she did this simple action.
"Allie's awake, so when you want to go see her, it's okay," I told her and she nodded, looking happier at the fact that her best friend as alive and well. I walked back with Harry and into Allie's room where the others were in there talking with her and congratulating her on her bravery.
"So I saw some very interesting memories of you and Harry," Allie mentioned after we had been talking for awhile. Harry started blushing and I laughed nervously from where I was positioned in Harry's lap. There wasn't enough hospital chairs for all of us, so we made do with what we had. If you know what I mean. "I think you guys are great together. You're like, the perfect couple. I want a relationship just like your guys'. I have nothing with my boyfriend in comparison to you two."
"Excuse me, missy, since when do you have a boyfriend?" Lindsay asked, going into big sister mode, causing us all to laugh as she launched into "the talk" about being safe and such. It was getting close to three, so we decided that it would be best to leave now to avoid any trouble getting back to school.
"Bye Chubchub, love you," I said, giving my younger sister a tight hug. "Write me everyday, but don't forget the code I showed you how to use."
"Will do," She said.
"Bye Allie," Harry said and was about to stand up and leave with us when Allie grabbed him by the wrist.
"Harry, in this family, we hug," She noted for Harry to roll his eyes but hug her nonetheless. As we were walking out, I turned to wave to Allie one last time and she mouthed, "He smells good" and I laughed before saying goodbye again. I bid my parents farewell before Apparating just outside of school grounds. Harry had to run before he was late for detention so I kissed him goodbye quickly as the rest of us trudged back up to the school as slowly as humanly possible.
Hermione, Ron and I all stayed up, waiting for Harry who didn't come back from his detention until about midnight. We had been talking about what had happened as we all thought of an idea that we were going to "subtly" bring up when Harry came back to the common room.
Harry slouched through the portrait hole, a scarf wrapped around his hand because it was bleeding so badly, and sat down on the couch, dunking his hand into the murtlap essence Hermione had gotten for him. It looked even worse tonight than it had ever looked before. I curled up beside him, resting my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his free arm around me.
"Thanks," Harry purred as I stretched up so I could kiss him which he gratefully returned.
"I still think you should report her," I cooed, trying to convince him to take my advice, even if it was a lost cause.
"No," He said bluntly.
"But Harry, McGonagall would go nuts if she knew and she - "
"I imagine she would," Harry cut me off. "And I bet Umbridge would write one of her stupid little decrees saying that if any teacher complained about the stupid 'High Inquisitor' that they'd get fired."
"She really is an awful woman," Hermione noted. "You know, we were just saying before you came that we should do something about her."
"I suggested poison," Ron said.
"I wanted arson," I added, flicking one of my fingers on fire like a lighter to add to my point, before blowing it out.
"I meant something about how she was a horrendous teacher and how we're not going to learn a single thing with her teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermione said, winking at me. Hermione and I had talked about this a lot recently, more than just tonight, so I knew exactly what she meant.
"But what can we do about that? She's already got the job, and Fudge'll make sure that she's here to stay," Ron yawned.
"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.
"Come off it," Ron groaned. "Do either of you realize that Harry and I are already behind on homework and it's only the second week back?"
I gave Harry an appalled look, not even able to comprehend how you can be behind on the second week back at school. "But this is so much more important than homework!" Hermione burst and I gave her a look. So much for subtly introducing it into the conversation.
"And here I was thinking that there wasn't anything more important than homework in the whole universe!" Ron mocked Hermione and she just glared at him in response.
"Of course there is," Hermione began to explain. "It's like Harry said in Umbridge's first lessons, we need to prepare ourselves for what's out there. If we don't learn anything for a full year -"
"We can't really do much by ourselves," Ron said, sounding completely defeated by this. "I mean, of course we can look up jinxes in the library and practice them but -"
"No, I agree. We've gone past the stage where we can just learn out of books." Hermione said for us all to gasp dramatically. The bookworm just said that we can't learn it all out of books. GASP! The apocalypse was coming! "Be quiet you three! Gosh! We need a teacher, a proper teacher, I mean. Someone who can show us how to use these spells and correct us if we're wrong."
"If you're talking about Lupin..." Harry began, obviously not agreeing with that idea.
"No, we're not talking about him," I sighed frustratedly. Guys really didn't understand the whole concept of hints. "He's too busy with the Order and the only time we'd be able to see him would be Hogsmeade weekends and we don't have enough of those for it to work."
"Then who?" Harry asked.
"You," I said simply and he just stared at me. We were all completely silent. The only sound that could be heard was the wind knocking at the window and the fire in the Gryffindor fireplace sputtering.
"So you're saying that I should teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry asked before bursting out in laughter. He looked over at Ron, but was let down because Ron seemed to be quite intrigued by the idea.
"That's definitely an idea," Ron stated slowly, most likely thinking it over.
"What's an idea?" Harry asked desperately. I felt like writing it all down in a book and then smacking him in the head with it to see if it could knock some sense into him.
"You teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron stated.
"B-but you guys, I'm not a teacher..."
"Harry, you're the best in our year at Defense Against the Dark Arts," I said.
"Me? What about you? Or Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Actually," Hermione cut in, cool as a cucumber, "you beat me in the third year which was the only year we both did the test and had a teacher who actually knew what he was doing."
"And I can only do what I've seen done, can make-up or read somewhere," I said. "But Harry, think about what you've done!"
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You know you guys, I don't think I want someone this stupid teaching me," Ron commented for Hermione and me to laugh. "Hmm..." Ron said, pulling a face like Goyle trying to concentrate on something. "...first year, you saved the Philosopher’s Stone from You-Know-Who."
"But that was just luck, there was no skill involved," Harry argued.
"Second year you killed a Basilisk, destroyed Riddle and saved my little sister."
"Yeah but if Fawkes hadn't showed up -"
"Third Year," Ron said, getting louder and louder each time Harry had interrupted, "you fought off about a hundred Dementors at once -"
"That was a fluke, if the Time-Turner hadn't -"
"Last year," Ron was practically shouting at this point, "you fought off You-Know-Who again -"
"Listen to me!" Harry shouted, all three of us smirking now. "Just listen, alright?" All of those things sound great when you say it like that, like I'm a superhero or something, but I didn't even know what I was doing half of the time. I was just doing whatever popped into my head and almost every time I had help and -" We were all grinning childishly now and I knew that Harry was about to flip his lid. "Stop grinning like you know better than I do! I know what went on, alright? And I didn't get through any of that because I was great at Defense Against the Dark Arts or anything, I got through it all because - because help always came at precisely the right time, or because I guessed right, but I just stumbled through it all, not having a single clue what I was doing - STOP LAUGHING!"
The bowl of Murtlap essence fell to the ground, shattered, and for some reason that made me laugh even more. I don't know why Hermione and Ron were laughing, but personally, I was laughing because he was being so modest and it was so ridiculous!
"You guys don't know what it's like! You don't know what it's like to come face to face with Voldemort, except you Emily. It's not just memorizing a bunch of spells and using them, because the whole time you're just thinking about what you can do when it comes down to life or death. You can't even think straight when you're a second away from behind murdered or tortured, or watching your friends die - they don't teach you that in school. And you guys sit there acting like I'm a clever little boy standing here alive, like Cedric was stupid and like he messed up, but you just don't get it. That could've easily been me, or even you Emily, and it would've been if Voldemort hadn't needed us."
"Harry, we weren't saying anything like that," I said soothingly, trying to calm him down. "We weren't having a go at Cedric, we know he was smart, you've just got the wrong end of all of this - I've seen Voldemort. I've had one of his creepy, long, zombie-like fingers touch my skin. I've had him know things about me that I don't even know about myself. It's just -"
I stopped dead in my tracks, thinking about Allie and what those Death Eaters had said to her about a Prophecy. I also saw something about a Prophecy in my school file, and then having them mention this to my little sister? That couldn't be a coincidence, and he obviously knew about it...
"Don't you see? We need you to show us what it's like to face V-Voldemort," Hermione said. It was the first time Hermione had ever said his name, which was huge.
"Just think about it," I requested. "'Kay?"
"Okay," He agreed.
"Well, I'm going to bed - coming Hermione?" I asked and she nodded. "'Night Harry." I have him a quick goodnight kiss before heading upstairs with Hermione and going to sleep.
The next day, I was walking to Potions with Harry - which unfortunately we had with the Slytherin and we were all waiting for Snape to come and open the classroom so we could go inside.
"Hey Emily," Amber, as she now demanded to be called, said, catching my attention. I automatically knew something bad was going to happen, especially since our groups had just been avoiding each other like the plague.
"What do you want?" I asked exasperatedly. I really didn't want to deal with the likes of them today.
"Well, we head about what happened to your little sister," She said, starting to circle around me like a vulture. That was a pretty good description of her - a vulture. "It's just amazing how they found out where she was."
I screamed at her, calling her a rude name, knowing that they were the ones to give away my little sister's location. They had seen Voldemort and told him. I started lunging after them, but a pair of strong arms were holding me back. "LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THEM! I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL KILL THEM!"
"Oh, did we touch a nerve?" Shana taunted as I thrashed my arms and legs around wildly, trying to get at them.
"It's really too bad she woke up, we were all hoping for the worst," Hannah said and I suddenly felt the arms release me so I tackled her to the ground and began punching her over and over again as hard as I could. Amber and Shana were trying to pull me off of her so instead I started aiming at Amber and Shana, but not before seeing a flash of black on Hannah's forearm, which she rushed to cover up.
"What is going on here?" Snape demanded and I was immediately dropped to the ground. "Miss Williams, that's fifty points from your house and you'll be serving detention with me for the rest of the week. Go to the headmaster's office right now. You three, go to the Hospital Wing and get fixed up."
I stomped all the way to Dumbledore's office where I screamed the password and stormed up the stairs.
"Ah, Miss Williams, got into a fight I see," Dumbledore said calmly. I looked at my arms and they were a bit scratched up.
"They were making fun of what happened to Allie! They gave away her location! I know it!" I yelled angrily, pacing back and forth. "And they're working for him now. I know it."
"Do you have any solid proof?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Hannah, I saw the Dark Mark on her forearm," I breathed, trying to calm down but failing miserably.
"Very good. You've already succeeded with your first mission," Dumbledore said. "But as you very well know, we can't let anyone else know that you know because that could cause some trouble in the long run. So I would keep this information to yourself for the time being. Now, as you'll be having your first fighting lesson this weekend, I want you to learn anger management. There's a time and a place for everything. You can't be going off like that because Lord Voldemort will find out and use that to his advantage, I can assure you." I nodded, taking deep cleansing breaths. "I suggest you wake up early each morning and try some yoga."
"I will try that, sir," I said before he bid me farewell.
Next time on "Chaos in the Order"
"All of you up!" He barked and we all jumped to our feet, not wanting to know what he would do if we didn't, but also due to the fact that he came from the opposite way we expected him to and frightened us half to death. "All of you go for a five kilmoeter run and then meet back here."
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