𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

102

THE REVELATION

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"How much we will have to wait?" Aileen whispered, full of adrenaline as we hid behind one of the walls, watching how the poor students were guided to the Hall by the spiteful and disgusting Carrow siblings. I saw the melancholic looks in most of the Gryffindors, some Slytherins trying to hide the paleness in their faces by trying to pull the stereotypical arrogant look of us, the Hufflepuffs making sure to stay together and not leave anyone back and the Ravenclaws observing silently every single detail, trying to recompile their courage. 

Most of them looked painfully devastated, exhausted and even physically hurt.

Fucking shit, I wish my come back to Hogwarts wasn't like this.

"Just a little bit longer," Khaleelah reminded de McDonald girl in a soft murmur. 

"So we simply just burst into the room and start cursing Death Eaters' arses? 'cause I'm up for it!" she said, excited.

"We still have to wait for the sign. Harry has to confront my uncle first, and right there is when we appear," I repeated the plan to the rest of the six girls.

My eyes found Fred's from across the place, he was also hiding, next to his twin, his dad, Remus and Kingsley.

I started to hear Severus's voice from inside the Hall, but the adrenaline running high in my veins and the nervousness didn't allow me to focus on his words.

The collective gasp mouthed by the students when Harry revealed himself wearing Gryffindor's robes was the sign we were waiting for, opening the huge door from the Hall and entering inside, showing our support to the Potter boy. Our walking was firmer, fierce and secure as we approached, making a little barrier behind Harry. My eyes met my uncle's and I couldn't help but feel my veins going as cold as ice itself, but I didn't flinch. I wasn't going to hesitate.

We were all there; Remus, Kingsley, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Neville, Luna, Bill, Fleur, Angelina, Lee, George, Fred, Liv, Hermione, Pauline, Ron, Dean Thomas and us, The Harpies.

"Tell them what happened that night!" Harry shouted at Severus, while the man observed him slightly deadpan and paler; he had been caught by surprise. "Tell them how you looked into his eyes, a man who trusted you, and you killed him!"

All eyes were on us, as expected. Everyone seemed to be holding their breaths and I noticed how the Carrows were touching their forearms, possibly calling their beloved Lord.

Much to our surprise, Severus pointed with his wand at Harry, but McGonagall quickly pushed the boy, being her the one confronting my uncle. Severus seemed to hesitate for a second but still held his wand firmly, which made us lift ours as well.

McGonagall started to throw spells at Severus and while the rest kept waiting for him to attack, I noticed something.

"He's not defending himself." I couldn't help but whisper.