Hope Mikaelson is the first of her kind. A Werewolf, a Witch, and a Vampire. A Tribrid. After the deaths of her parents, Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall, she seeks out a way to talk to them, a way to know that they found peace. As she does this...
"That foul, evil old gargoyle!" Hermione exclaims, pacing back and forth between Harry, Ron, and I. After those words are said I'm half expecting Hermione to storm up to Umbridge and punch her in the nose like she did to Malfoy in third year.
I'd pay to see that, and I'd genuinely enjoy myself watching it. "We're not leaning how to defend ourselves. We're not leaning how to pass our OWLs. She's taking over the entire school." She rants. Suddenly Fudge comes on the radio behind Harry all turn to listen to it.
"Furthermore, we have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black." I scoff. "This guy wouldn't know convincing evidence if it bit him in the ass." I grumble.
"Harry!" A loud whisper sounds through the empty Common Room. We all turn and see Sirius in the fire place. Harry and I quickly rush to our feet and race to the fire place, kneeling in front of it. "Sirius. What are you doing here?" Harry asks.
"Answering your letter. You said you were worried about Umbridge. What's she doing? Training you to kill half-breeds?" He asks. "Sirius, she's not letting us use magic at all." "Well, I'm not surprised. The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat. Hope too."
"Combat? What does he think, that we're forming some sort of wizard army?" Ron asks. "That's exactly what he thinks. That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid by the minute." I roll my eyes at this.
"The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry, but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn, and these disappearances are just how it started before. Voldemort is on the move." "Well what can we do?" I ask.
Suddenly a door opens behind us. "Someone's coming. I'm sorry I can't be of more help, but for now at least, it looks like you're on your own." He says. With that he face disappears. We're all silent as we stand and follow Hermione over to one of the windows, watching the storm outside.
"He really is out there, isn't he?" She asks. I look down at the sad tone in her voice. She shakes her head. "We've got to be able to defend ourselves. And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will." She says, turning to look at us.
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I can practically hear the gears in her head whirring around. She's planning something. The question is...what. A few days go by and finally it's Hogsmead weekend. While we walk to the small village Hermione explains her plan. Harry doesn't approve.
"This is mad, I mean, who would want to be taught by me? I'm a nutter, remember." Harry says. "Look on the bright side. You can't be any worse than old toad face." "Thanks Ron." "I'm here for you mate." He tells him. I crack a smile at this.
"Who's supposed to be meeting us then?" Harry asks as we walk into the Hog's Head. "Just a couple of people." Hermione says, opening the door. It's extremely dingy in here. "Lovely spot." Ron mutters. "I thought it would be safer, somewhere off the beaten track. Come on." She says.
We walk into he room and set up chairs. We then sit at the front and wait. People fill the space in no time and after an awkward bit of silence Hermione stands. "Um, hi. So, you all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher.
One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts." She says. "Why?" A kid in the front asks. "Why? 'Cause You Know Who's back you tosspot." Ron snaps. "So they say." He says, nodding towards Harry and I. "So Dumbledore says." Hermione snaps.
"So Dumbledore says because they say. The point is, where' the proof." He quips back. I feel the anger radiating off of Harry. I grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. He gives me a grateful smile. I then stand. I can feel a few people eyeing me up nervously.
"Look, we don't care if you believe us or not, it's to your detriment if don't. All we're saying is that we're not getting the proper instruction needed to defend ourselves against anyone." Several people shift in their seats.
"Now, if you're just here to question us about what we saw that night and try to argue us into the ground, then leave. I don't care, but if you're here and willing to learn..." I trail off at the end. Harry stands.
"Come on Hope, they're only here cause they think we're freaks." He mutters when Luna finally stands. "Is it true you can produce a patrons charm?" "It is, I've seen it." Hermione tells them. "Blimey Harry, I didn't know you could do that." Dean says.
"And he killed a Basilisk. With the sword in Dumbledore's office." Neville adds. "It's true." Ginny grins. "Third year, he fought off about 100 dementors at once." "And last year, him and Hope really did fight off You Know Who in the flesh." Hermione tells everyone.
Wait. Look, it all sounds great when you say it like that, but the truth is, most of that was just luck. If anything, I wouldn't have survived if Hope hadn't been there with me the entire time. She's the one who always knows what to do in those situations." Harry says. I shake my head.
"He's being modest." I say. "No, Hope, I'm not. Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow, but out there...when you're a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes..."
We share a look. "...you don't know what that's like." I finish for him. I grab onto his hand again and squeeze. We sit together and Hermione follows our lead. It's sent for a second before Hermione speaks up again.
"You're right Hope, we don't. That's why we need your help. Both of your helps. Because if we're going to have any chance at beating...Voldemort..." She trails off. "He's really back?" A kid asks. Harry and I nod. With that Hermione sets out a spelled piece of parchment.
Everyone in the room comes forward and writes their names down on it. With that we head back to the school, a new pep in our step. "Right, first we need to figure out a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out." Harry says. "The Shrieking Shack?" Ginny suggests.
"That's too small." Harry dismisses. "The Forbidden Forest?" Hermione asks. "Not bloody likely." Ron quips. "Harry, what happens if Umbridge does find out?" Ginny asks. I smirk. "Leave her to me." "Besides, who cares? I mean, it's sort of exciting. Breaking the rules." Hermione grins.
"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?" Ron jokes. "Anyway, at least we know one positive thing that came from today." She beams. "What's that?" Harry asks. Hermione's smile falls when she realizes something. "Oh, never mind." She mumbles.
"No, what were you going to say?" I ask. She avoids eye contact with me. "Cho couldn't keep her eyes off you." She mutters to Harry before speed walking away from us. My heart sinks and my steps falter a little. She's right. It's not like I didn't notice it.
Harry seems to have noticed my slower pace because he turns back to me. "Hope, you coming?" He asks. I shake off the feeling of hurt and sigh, nodding. "Yep." I catch up to him and jump onto his back. With that we make our way into the castle.
