Safe With Me ~ Fred Weasley

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"Luna found it, actually!" Neville answered, Luna wearing a serene sort of smile at his side.

"-let's try and calm it down a bit. Things are bad enough without inventing stuff! For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill you with a single glance from his eyes? That's a Basilisk, listeners! One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has legs: if it has, it's safe to look. Although, if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do."

"Well, thank you for that update, Rodent!"

"Rapier!"

"And don't forget to tune in again listeners, for more stories, tales, updates, and advice. In the meantime... Stay safe! And support Harry Potter!"

The radio fizzled to static once again, everyone's eyes stuck to the device as if waiting for the voices to start up again before I finally turned to the blonde sixth year.

"Luna, you're a godsend." I returned her smile, glancing around at the room of happy students around me.

"Well, should we try to get in some dueling practice?" Neville suggested, Hannah nodding eagerly and shooting to her feet, offering to partner with him at once.

"Sure, we didn't have a perfect even number before..." Bri muttered, exchanging a grin with Maddie.

"You guys start, I'll watch for a bit." I answered, sliding my cushion from the center of the room and letting my mind wander from the large room, all the way to Ottery St. Catchpole, to the flat above the shop, to the fact that the train would be pulling into King's Cross in just over a week.

I reached the final set of staircases, hurrying across the familiar hallway outside of the Gryffindor common room. I had managed to cram as much as I could into my trunk, though I didn't expect a last minute summons to McGonagall's office, seven floors up. I knocked quickly on the thick door, feeling thankful that I would be able to levitate my things to Hogsmeade this year.

"Ah, Miss Olsen. Do come in." She nodded deeper into her office where Ginny was already sitting, an equally full trunk sitting on the floor beside her.

"Is something wrong?" Even I could hear the nerves flooding my voice as I glanced between Ginny and our Professor, who shook her head at once, quelling my fears.

"No, no. Everything is quite alright. However, I have been thinking about your situation, regarding your mother and... everyone else who may be out there. Kings Cross might be a dangerous place for you today-"

"Are you saying I can't go back?" I felt my stomach drop, looking to Ginny who was already shaking her head.

"Quite the contrary. I've encouraged all of the students that I could to return home. Better to have the school empty while we can. The Carrows will grow bored with the lack of students around here... I worry... But, you both have a train to catch, so we'd better hurry." She opened a cabinet behind her desk, pulling out a large vial of familiar looking gray goop. "Your friend was kind enough to donate a lock of her hair. I know it's a rather unpleasant potion and it's quite a large one, but it will last you the whole train ride."

I grabbed the vial from her hand and nodded, understanding, pulling the cap from the potion and downing it as quickly as I could, grimacing as I looked back up to McGonagall.

"Ginny and you may walk down together. I've instructed your friends to go on without you, so no one will question having two Brianna's." She informed us, nodding towards the doorway. "You'd better be off, or you'll miss the train. Stay safe, and have a good holiday."