Obliviate My Rebellion {Book 3}

36. Flight and fight

Umbridge left, with her wand fiercely poking into both Hermione and Harry's backs. If they were going to see Grawp like I suspected, we wouldn't have long to get away.

Ron fidgeted with his hands in his pockets as the rest of us fell silent. A familiar plain packet fell onto the floor, and I had to hold my smirk inside.

Crabbe noticed immediately and took Ron into practically a headlock as he picked them up. "What are these?" He grunted.

"Sweets, I was hungry." Ron muttered.

"Well we'll have these!" Crabbe exclaimed, and with a laugh started to pass them around to the Slytherins.

"Don't take any." I muttered to Draco and he tightened the grip on my hand to signal he understood.

No sooner had the Slytherins began to eat the sweets, the vomiting began This was quite a tactical advantage, leaving everybody easily able to escape their grasps. Soon, Umbridge's office was covered in vomit and unconcuous Slytherins (with Ginny's added Bat Bogey Hex) and only Draco remained.

"Stun me." He declared, loosening his grip on me. He held his head up, bracing for an impact.

"What? I'm not going to stun you!" I exclaimed. "Why should I?"

"Don't be a flower and do it, Rory," Sam rolled her eyes. "It'll look suspicious if he's the only idiot awake."

"Fine." I sighed, realising this was the only way we'd get away quickly. Draco tossed me my wand back.

"Stay safe?" Draco questioned, looking worried.

"Aren't I always?" I said with a small smile, giving him a quick kiss. "Stupefy!"

Draco fell to the floor like a tree, struck down, unfortunately landing in Crabbe's vomit.

"Well this could have been a lot cleaner." Cole noted, kicking Goyle with the tip of his trainer.

"You gotta do what you gotta do." Alia shrugged. "So what's the plan, we grab Harry and Hermione and run for it?"

Cole frowned and went to speak, but Gennie elbowed him and spoke instead. "Well they're obviously distracting Umbridge with Hagrid's brother, so we won't have long. We'll have to raid the Quidditch cupboard for brooms or something."

"Well where on Earth are we going to get eleven brooms from?" Alia announced. "I'm not sharing a broom with anyone!"

"Ten brooms." Cole said calmly, and before Alia could give more than a confused look, Cole had grabbed his sister's wrist and handcuffed her to Umbridge's desk.

"What the hell?!" Alia exclaimed, struggling against her trapped wrist on the desk drawer. "Cole, let me go!"

"No." Cole said calmly, putting a key into his pocket. "You're not coming."

"Why not?" Alia said, pulling at her handcuffs. "When you were thirteen you were doing much worse crap than this! You tackled a mass-murderer for God's Sake!"

"Yeah, well I was stupid and didn't have meds." Cole shrugged. Alia's eyes darted around all of us, but nobody would look her in the eye.

"Before you ask me, I'm not helping." Sam said crisply. "I gave your brother the handcuffs. You're staying out of as much crap as you can."

"Rory, please." Alia begged, scrabbling at the desk. "I can help, I can do this."

I wanted Alia to come, I really did. But the thought of her being hurt, of any of these people being hurt... I couldn't deal with losing someone again--and leaving one person behind reduced the risk.