Hermione gasped and put a hand to her mouth; Ron gasped; Harry looked away.
"A Dark Mark," Ron whispered.
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier. . . ."
Hermione pulled my sleeve back over my arm. When I raised an eyebrows, she just shook her head. I guessed she didn't want to see it; I didn't either, but I wasn't exactly given a choice, now was I?
"Does the Order know?" Ron asked.
"Who else?" Hermione said.
"Draco, Dumbledore, and Snape," I said.
"Bella, why didn't you tell us?" Hermione whispered.
"I didn't want you to think of me as 'one of them' because I'm not."
"We wouldn't think that," Ron said.
"Draco did," I said, sighing.
"Malfoy's a git," Ron said, forgetting Draco was my cousin. "Oh sorry," he said hurriedly, after catching a look from Hermione.
"No, it's fine," I said.
"Harry?" Hermione said.
There was no reply from our fourth companian. "Harry?" Ron tried.
But Harry still didn't turn.
"Harry, turn around," I said.
Finally Harry turned and he was . . . smiling?
"What're smiling about?" I snapped at him.
"You finally told," he replied, his grin getting wider (as if it could).
"You," I said, breaking into a smile, "are the weirdest person I've ever met."
Hermione and Ron finally smiled.
Twenty minutes later I had to go back to Snape's quarters, so I said good-bye to my friends and left for Snape's. As I entered the classroom (to see if Snape was in there) I heard talking in Snape's office. As I neered the door, I realized it was Snape and Umbridge.
"It is a highly difficult potion," Snape argued.
"And yet, you are a potions master and cannot make it?" replied Umbridge.
"I can make it!" snarled Snape.
"Then do it," came Umbridge's high-pitched, girly voice. I hid in the shadows as she walked out of the room, smiling the entire way. Then I walked into Snape's office.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"None of your bussiness," Snape said coolly.
"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Was there something you wanted?" Snape snapped.
"Maybe," I said.
"Then what was it?" he said.
"How much trouble would I get in if I told two more people might know my story?" I stared into a jar of something.
For a second Snape didn't reply. Then he said, "Please tell me Granger and Weasley don't know."
"Okay," I said, picking up the jar.
"I won't tell you."
"I said I wouldn't tell you," I reasoned.