The next few weeks went past quickly, and I had a glowing beacon of hope inside me that made me feel half-sane. The fact we were managing to learn right under Umbridge's nose was so satisfying, I couldn't help smiling at her in lessons.
Harry had even managed to keep his temper under wraps, meaning that Gennie was much happier for it. Unfourtanatley, all this rebelling against authority left no time for me to see Draco. I saw him around school, and we talked when he wasn't being a dick towards my friends.
But we hadn't properly talked or even kissed since the beginning of term. It hurt not being able to tell him about the D.A meetings, of how everybody was making stellar progress--and how everybody was finally accepting Sam.
She came into the school when there wasn't meetings sometimes, to meet up with Cole or Mira (who I highly suspected she was now dating) or to speak to some of her new friends from D.A. Everybody seemed to now realise that Sam was on our side, and the risks she was taking just to help people learn to defend themselves.
But I couldn't tell Draco about this, because even though I trusted him--I also trusted that Umbridge would get information about the meetings out of him somehow if I told him.
It was nearly impossible to organise D.A meetings around three seperate Quidditch matches, especially since they were cancelled half the time due to bad weather. So in the end, Hermione came up with a genius way to tell people when meetings were.
She gave each of the members a fake Galleon (Ron became very excited when he first saw the basket and was convinced she was actually giving out gold).
“You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?” Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. The coin gleamed fat and yellow in the light from the torches.
“On real Galleons that’s just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you’re carrying them in a pocket you’ll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he’ll change the numbers on his coin, and because I’ve put a Protean Charm on them, they’ll all change to mimic his.”
A blank silence greeted Hermione’s words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.
“Well - I thought it was a good idea,” she said uncertainly, “I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there’s nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But… well, if you don’t want to use them -”
“You can do a Protean Charm?” said Sam with a raised eyebrow. "Wow, Hermione... that's just amazing. I can't even do that!"
It was common knowledge that Sam was capable of much harder spells that Hermione, so everybody seemed very impressed that Hermione pulled it off.
“But that’s… that’s NEWT standard, that is,” Terry Boot said weakly.
“Oh,” said Hermione, trying to look modest. “Oh… well… yes, I suppose it is.”
“How come you’re not in Ravenclaw?” he demanded, staring at Hermione with something close to wonder. “With brains like yours?”
“Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting,” said Hermione brightly, “but it decided on Gryffindor in the end. So, does that mean we’re using the Galleons?”
There was a murmur of assent and everybody moved forwards to collect one from the basket. Harry looked sideways at Hermione.
“You know what these remind me of?”
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Obliviate My Rebellion {Book 3}
Fanfiction{Book three in the obliviated series} Aurora Potter is in a dark place. She's being consumed by guilt over Cedric and Kayley's deaths, not to mention her thirst for revenge on the traitor. But even after the shocking events of the summer are locked...
