CHERRY PIE , 𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒¹

( writing the broken rules )

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧
𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄

THE SCHOOL HAD CONSISTED with many rules: boys and girls had to be eight inches, students being submitted to questioning, and plenty of more. It wasn't even a school anymore, it wasn't a place for them to learn and to protect.

Davina sat in silence as she wrote on her parchment, the sounds to be heard were quills scratching on parchment or the sighs from Umbridge after she had drunk from her tea - every little sound causing Davina to get irritated.

The Quills weren't their normal quills, they were blood quills - the same ones that she and Harry had been forced to write within their detention but now they all had to write with it.

The hall was silent, no sounds of pain from anyone. Davina looked around the group, meeting eyes with Ron, who smiled and nodded towards mouthing if she was okay. She smiled back before replying with a yes.

However, Ron didn't look the best. His eyes were glistening under the dim lights, proving he was in pain as his smile was barely there. She sighed before breaking their eye contact after a few minutes and writing back on the parchment, keeping her pain in.

Soon, the all walked out of the classroom and ignored the girl standing in the middle of the hall - whispering as they walked by Cho.

"Davina," Cho asked, Davina, smiled and waved at her muttering an, "Hi," - feeling terrible but she was the one who told Umbridge about 'Dumbledore's Army.'

"YOU DID EVERYTHING YOU could. No one could win against that old hag," Ron said as he tried to cheer Harry up. "Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming. Harry, if it's anyone's fault, is ours," Hermione said as they all came to a stop.

"Yeah, we talked you into it," Ron said. "Well, I didn't," Davina said before looking at Harry, him chuckling slightly before going back to a straight face. "Yeah, but, I agreed," Harry replied to the three of them. "I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse."

"Harry you hadn't made thing worse for me, I didn't even know if I had any happy thoughts to create a Pratronum but I did," Davina told him, trying her best to make him feel better even if what she had stated was not true - he wasn't the one who gave her happy thoughts.

"That doesn't matter anymore. Because I don't want to play anymore, all it does is make you care too much. The more you care, the more you have to lose. So it's just better to-"

"To what?"

"To go it alone," Harry answered Hermione before the four heard a 'psst'. They looked up to see Hagrid, who hand looked to have been waiting for the four of them.