❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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CXXIX. RESISTENCE OF HOGWARTS
21:79 ─❁────────── 31:80
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❝Whatever it takes
Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins❞
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SHE STOOD UNDERNEATH THE ENCHANTED ceiling in the Great Hall the first time in a long while; the once flawless sky was succumb into the darkness of the night, stars scattering, as below the four long House tables were lined with dishevelled students, some in travelling cloaks, others in dressing gowns. Lucia closed her eyes. After years of planning and months of running, they were finally facing their biggest adversaries, even with only being teenagers still.
Where were the Ministry? Gone.
Cowards. Only students and adults whom shone with bravery to fight were present.
This was it. The night that will determine everything.
Every eye, living and dead, were fixed upon Professor McGonagall, who was speaking from the raised platform at the top of the Hall. Behind her stood the remaining teachers, including the palomino centaur, Firenze, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had arrived to fight.
"...evacuation will be overseen by Mr. Filch and Madam Pomfrey. Prefects, when I give the word, you will organize your House and take your charges, in an orderly fashion, to the evacuation point."
Many of the students looked petrified. However, Ernie Macmillan stood up at the Hufflepuff table and shouted, "And what if we want to stay and fight?"
There was a smattering of applause.
"If you are of age, you may stay," said Professor McGonagall.
"What about our things?" called a girl at the Ravenclaw table. "Our trunks, our owls?"
"We have no time to collect possessions," said Professor McGonagall. "The important thing is to get you out of here safely."
"Where's Professor Snape?" shouted a girl from the Slytherin table.
"He has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk," replied Professor McGonagall, and a great cheer erupted from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws.
Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be seen even as she scanned around the crowded hall. Neither she, nor Harry was sure anymore where their friends were. Although they'd been told the two had went off on their own to the bathrooms, they'd still thought that they would meet each other once again in the vast Hall, yet nothing.
