“Hope your night was better than mine, Hedwig,” Harry muttered while absentmindedly stroking the beautiful bird. It took a few sharp pecks from Hedwig for Harry to notice that she had brought a letter.

“My room at midnight. Sound good?”
Ginny nodded as well, but when three glares were shot at her, she said quickly, “Alright, alright! I’ll be asleep.”

“Be ready.”
“You mean restarting Dumbledore’s Army?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. But this time, we’ve got to know more than just patronuses and disarming spells. We’ve got to think like him.”
“You want us to use the Dark Arts?”