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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 LOVE LOVE LOVE 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 <𝟹

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"Hi-ya," said Fred,  reaching the bar first and counting the students around quickly, 'could we have ... twenty-five Butterbeers, please?" he grinned. The barman glared at him for a moment, then, throwing down his rag irritably as though he had been interrupted in something very important, he started passing up dusty Butterbeers from under the bar.

"Cheers," said Fred, handing them out. "Cough up, everyone, I haven't got enough gold for all of these ..."

Y/N, now having a butterbeer glass in her hand, turned back to see Harry furiously talking to Hermione.

"I've told you, they just want to hear what you've got to say," said Hermione soothingly; but Harry continued to look at her so furiously that she added quickly, "you don't have to do anything yet, I'll speak to them first."

Harry huffed, watching as people were starting to take their seats. He turned to Y/N, eyeing her butterbeer. "Mind if I have some?" He didn't wait for a reply, nearly snatching it from her hand and chugging it down. 

Y/N glared at him. Harry licked the foam off the top of his lip and grinned. Even when in a grumpy mood, Harry found ways to playfully enrage Y/N. 

She wasn't actually angry of course, but she huffed and gave him a teasing shove. 

"Er," said Hermione, catching their attention again, her voice slightly higher than usual out of nerves. "Well – er – hi."

The group focused its attention on her.

"Well ... erm ... well, you know why you're here. Erm ... well, Harry here had the idea – I mean..." (Harry had thrown her a sharp look). Hermione face had turned a deeper shade a red, and Y/N took this as a sign to take over for the poor girl. 

"Listen," Y/N said, pulling up a chair, sitting down, and crossing one leg over the other. Everyone had shifted their attention to her. "Harry's gonna teach us spells since that bitch Umbridge isn't teaching anything. None of us want to fail our OWLS, and we should know how to defend ourselves."

Hermione seemed to have regained some of her confidence, "But more than that," she added, "I want to be properly trained in defense because ... because ..." she took a great breath and finished, "because Lord Voldemort is back."

The reaction was immediate and predictable. Y/N rolled her eyes.

Cho's friend shrieked and slopped Butterbeer down herself; Terry Boot gave a kind of involuntary twitch; Padma Patil shuddered, and Neville gave an odd yelp that he managed to turn into a cough. All of them, however, now looked fixedly, even eagerly, at Harry.

"That's the plan," said Y/N. "If you want to join stay put, if not, step up, I'm gonna try obliviate you,"

Hermione looked horrified. Y/N was joking of course, but a few students looked terrified. 

"Where's the proof You-Know-Who's back?" said a blonde Hufflepuff player in a rather aggressive voice. He let out a grunt, now rubbing the spot where Cedric had elbowed him. 

Y/N's lip tugged up slightly in amusement, before leaning back into her chair. "Name?"

"Zacharias Smith," said the boy, "and I think we've got the right to know exactly what makes him," He looked to Harry, "say You-Know-Who's back." 

Harry's jaw had tightened.

"For starters, you're not entitled to anything, so no, you don't have the 'right,' none of you do. And second, Harry isn't the only person claiming he's back," Y/N said, standing up to grab another butterbeer from Fred, "we both saw him come back. I was actually kidnapped by his deatheater, fun little fact guys," she said, taking a sip from her glass.