Chapter 8

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  My father takes me to the house. I've missed New Orleans, it's my home.

"Oh my god!" Rebekah says and runs up to hug me.

"Wait did you get expelled?" She asks.

"No no, I came for some witch help." I say.

"Well then, Freya is in the other room. Come on!" She says.

I follow her and Freya turns around.

"What are you doing back?" Freya says and walks up to me.

"I need your help."

"That's my cue." Rebekah says and leaves.

"What with?"

"Can you reverse a memory loss spell?" I ask.

"I've never heard of a known spell."

"What about Qetsiyah's spell? She brought back Stefen's memory's."

"Only she knew the spell, and she's dead."

"Maybe there's one in the grimores?" I ask.

"I'll look but I doubt it."

"Thank you!" I say and leave.

I close the door.

"I heard you were back." I hear from behind me.

"Marcel." I say and hug him.

"How are you?" He asks.

"I'm doing alright." I say.

"I'm glad your back, do you wanna tell me about it?"

  "Not really, let's go do something fun."

  "Lead the way." He says.

  Draco Pov:

  I can't believe I have to join this "Inquisitorial Squad" my father is making me. I don't have any interest in joining.

  "Crabbe, Goyale hurry up will ya?" I say as we head to Umbridge's meeting.

  "Sorry Malfoy."

  I open the door to see Umbridge sitting at her desk, and a few other Slytherins.

  "Ah, Mr. Malfoy i'm glad your here." Umbridge says and stands up.

  I walk in feeling uncomfortable.

  "Everyone line up!"

  We all stand next to each other.

  She grabs something from her desk and walks up to us.

  "Now these pins will guarantee your loyalty to this squad." She says.

  Harry Pov:

  Hermione and I head to the room of requirement. We've started our own Defense against the Dark Arts, since Umbridge isn't teaching it to us.

  "I was hoping to get Madi to join." I say.

  "We don't know if we can't trust her yet. She is a Slytherin, and well slept with Malfoy." Hermione says.

  "Your probably right."

We walk down the empty halls. Our shoes clattering down the hallway. Until we reach the tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet. We walk past the wall three times until a door appears and we open it. Everyone is already inside waiting for us.

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