Aurora Riddle is the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and Lord Voldemort. She grew up with her brother Mattheo in the Malfoy family.
After her father's rebirth, her undercover adventure at Hogwarts will begin with the help and support of her cousin D...
When he's finished, he gives him a nod and the four of us hurry down the long stone steps.
Me: Why did Filch smell you?
Harry: I think he was looking for a turd bomb.
He laughs and I do the same, even though I had no idea what a poo bomb was. Hermione takes my hand and starts walking faster.
Hermione: I have to tell you something... ....
Me: What?
Hermione: I think Cho Chang likes Harry....
Cho Chang...it takes me a while to remember the girl from Ravenclaw.
Me: Hmm, so?
Hermione: I don't know, I just like you and Harry more, that's all.
I burst out laughing, Harry and I, even if I tried I'd never be able to feel anything for him, it was never in the plans to get involved with him, the mission was just to infiltrate his group and be a mole for my father, with Severus as the messenger of course.
Me: Do you really think Harry and I would make a good couple?
Hermione: Well, I think so...
She couldn't believe what she was saying either.
Hermione: OK, let's just say I'd rather see you and Harry together than Cho and him... ....
Me: Why did I think you liked her?
Hermione: Who misses perfection, I'm just sorry her ex died, but I don't really trust her...
I nod; we pass the boar statues and head left towards the village, hair in our eyes from the wind. We arrive at the pub, an inn off the main road, very isolated with a creaky old wooden sign, from the outside it didn't look as crowded as the famous Three Broomsticks pub. We wait at the entrance for two seconds.
Hermione: Let's go in!
I'm the first to set foot in the place, small and cramped; the windows were all encrusted and light couldn't get into the room, which was lit only by candle stumps resting on rough wooden tables. There were only four people in the whole place, the owner, two hooded wizards and an old witch.
Me: It's practically deserted...
Ron: I didn't understand why we couldn't go to the Three Broomsticks, that place is spooky.
He approaches us so that no one can hear him.
Ron: And it smells like goat
The barman comes to the bar with a gruff face and asks us what we want, we get three butterbeers and sit down at the other table.
Ron: You know, I think we could do with that, I've always wanted to try Incendiary Whisky, you know?
Hermione's eyes widen
Hermione: Well, if you're not a Prefect, you can do whatever you like, but at the moment I'd strongly advise against it, Ronald!
Although he would like to protest, Ron throws up his hands in defeat.
The pub door opens and a gaggle of boys enter, led by Nevil, Lavender and Dean. They are joined by Cho and other bewildered Ravenclaws, many from the Gryffindor house, Anna Abbot, Prefect of Badgerfrass, accompanied by a companion from her house, Luna, as always in dreamland, and asking for a queue were the Weasly twins and Lee Jordan.
Harry: A pair?
He whispered to Hermione.
Harry: A pair?
Hermione: Well, apparently the idea was successful.
The twins ordered pints of butterbeer for everyone, who began to chat merrily; Harry was shocked.
Harry: But what did you say to Hermione? What do they want from me?
Hermione: Nothing, they just want to hear what you have to say! They just want me to do the talking...
Harry looks at me despondently, then I smile and put my hand on his leg.
Me: Don't be nervous Harry, you'll see it'll be fine, Hermione almost always has good ideas...
He nods and pats my hand; Hermione stands up, attracting everyone's attention, but after a few seconds they start talking again, not paying attention to her.
Hermione: Um, well, hello....
No one listens to her, I put my hand to my head, if Hermione was so flustered and nervous then how did she think Harry could handle something like this. I stand up and clear my throat, the silence returning.
Me: Well, since we're all here, I think we can start, what do you say?
Hermione: Well then we all know why we're here, Harry and I think it's about time we learnt Defence Against the Dark Arts for real, not that rubbish Umbridge makes us study!
They all nodded and Hermione seemed more confident.
Hermione: That's why I think we need someone to teach us not only the theoretical part, but also the practical part, by practising spells and preparing us to really defend ourselves, because...
He pauses and takes a deep breath
Hermione: Lord Voldemort has returned.
X: Where is the proof that you know who has returned?
A boy from Yewfrass asked
Hermione: Dumbledore believes him.
X: Dumbledore believes him
I watched the debate that followed Hermione's statement; my father had told me that it was better for his plan that no one knew of his return, so I should pretend not to believe Harry.
However, the newspaper and the secret were already doing a good job and it would be harder to make friends with Harry if I did not believe what he said.
After discussing where and when the first meeting would take place, Hermione made everyone present sign a paper instructing them not to tell anyone about the group and what we were doing.
Harry: Then I declare the first meeting of Dumbledore's Army closed.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
