Time had flown. It had been a month and the DA was stronger than ever. Neville had found the perfect place to have lessons and everyone was learning very valuable spells.
Well, almost everyone...
"You what?" I asked, taken aback. I couldn't have heard that right.
"I joined the inquisitorial squad." Elijah shrugged.
"But why?" I asked.
"One, I don't want Potter spreading lies." He scoffed, "And two, if anything is going on in the school then Professor Umbridge deserves to know."
"So, what?" I scoffed, "You don't think You Know Who is back?"
"No, I don't actually."
"You think Cedric just dropped dead?"
"Like Dumbledore said, people change in the maze. I'm sure there was an accident, but I don't think it was You Know Who." He raised his voice slightly.
"What are you implying?" I raised my voice as well.
"You know full well what I'm implying." He stood up from his armchair. Gryffindor's were looking now.
I stood up as well, although he towered over me.
"Please, enlighten me!" I scoffed, loudly.
"He killed Cedric, alright?" He shouted, "Or at least that's what everyone thinks. Ask anyone and they'll tell you."
I opened my mouth to argue but nothing came out. I huffed, pushing past him and heading towards the door.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry walked in at that moment.
"Y/n." Hermione smiled, "I've been looking for you."
"Sorry, 'Mione, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later." My words slurred unintentionally as I pushed through the group.
I ran down the stairs and around the corner, leaning my back against the cool stone.
How did I ever become friends of these people?
I thought back, trying to remember a single red flag.
"Pure bloods or mud bloods?"
Oh, yeah that makes sense.
I rubbed my face, was I really that ignorant? How could I not see it? It's crazy that I just put up with it.
I was more mad at myself than anything. How could I even be surprised when they act like that?
What is wrong with me?
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Good vs. Evil
FanfictionY/n Fawley was just another student in the background. Good grades but not good enough to be sought out. A good quidditch player but not good enough to be fawned over. And of course, the Fawley's were the least known of the 28. They didn't have a re...
