Cry No More
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Glee so... yeah.
Summary: "We become the outlaw. We play dirty and we fight this war on our terms." Tired of getting no credit for the work they do a group of Hogwarts teenagers begin an underground movement to put an end to Voldemort's tirade during the Second War.
A: N – Okay so this chapter starts out a bit happy and stuff. But then it gets darker as it goes along. I'm attaching a warning for war violence and possibly triggering scenes that will pop up in both this chapter and the next.
Chapter Two
How exactly they became the outlaw was something else entirely. Granger and her posse had been acting odd ever since Dumbledore's death, something that honestly didn't surprise Puck at all. It wasn't as though he expected them to do anything else. And, they weren't exactly knowingly forthcoming with what they were planning on doing but you would have been an idiot if you thought that they would be coming back to Hogwarts for their seventh year like every other unfortunate soul. Puck was pretty sure that he was going to be one of the unlucky ones that would end up returning to the school for their seventh year, just because his mother was determined that he would be the first one in their family to graduate. Not that he didn't want to graduate or anything, because he so did. It was just the fact that there was also this war going on that he sort of wanted to help fight.
Not that his helping would get him any credit but he supposed that was why Blaine had said before that they would be becoming outlaws or something because it wasn't like anyone paid them any mind anyway.
It was a good plan, actually, now that Puck was taking the moment to think about it.
It was a good enough plan.
Unfortunately, said plan couldn't exactly happen until after the summer was over. After he was forced to go to Bill Weasley's wedding because he was kind of, sort of, friends with Fleur and the twins. Puck was pretty sure the family had just decided to invite a ton of people because they didn't have enough family or something. Which was outrageous because the ginger family was huge.
But, on an upside, Puck was finally going to be able to see Blaine again (not that they had a tragic romance or anything where they only saw one another during the school year, but Blaine had been spending most of his summer in Germany with Cooper), since Cooper was apparently good friends with Oldest Ginger from their school year or whatever.
So Puck was only going because Blaine was going and Blaine was going because Cooper was going and Cooper was going because he was friends with the groom. Puck had gotten along fine with the eldest Anderson so he figured seeing him again wouldn't really be a downside. It would be seeing everyone else that would cause him to have a hernia.
As would the Weasley house, it seemed.
Puck let out an almost disgusted sound at the – affectionately named – "Burrow" as it came into sight. He had been there before, when the twins had invited everyone they were cool with to show off their new joke shop stuff two years ago, and he had been slightly disgusted then too.
It wasn't anything against being poor – Puck wasn't exactly rich himself – but it had everything to do with the fact that the Weasley's seemed to… bask in the fact that they weren't from wealth. Was the sideways Burrow even safe? Puck was pretty sure any house that tilted at that odd of an angle was very much not safe.
His feet padded down the walkway, his suit in a bag slung over his shoulder and a frown on his face. He would have to fake happy soon enough, but he wasn't quite ready for that yet. He wasn't exactly ready to be there so early either but his mother could get him there for the mid-afternoon since she had to work and his sister had a babysitter's to get to later in the day.
At least the twins were going to be around. Maybe they would offer him a good enough deal of entertainment to keep him holed over until the wedding was actually set to begin.
"Puck?" Granger's startled voice snapped him out of his almost cynical thoughts and Puck pushed back the urge to jump at her tone. She wasn't dressed up yet – but Puck figured she wouldn't be until, like, three hours from now – but her hair was obviously in the process of being made to look all nice and pretty, some sort of blow drying spell following her around and making her frizzy hair seem even frizzier.
"Granger." He nodded at her almost sharply, adjusting the bag slung over his shoulder.
Granger blinked her big, annoying, brown eyes at him, her hand on her hip. "Not to sound rude," This obviously meant that she was going to sound rude. Puck couldn't help rolling his eyes. "But why are you here?"
"I'm here for the wedding." Puck kept walking, slowly narrowing in on the entrance to the scary looking house. He hadn't wanted to enter it in his fifth year and he sure as hell didn't want to enter it now. What if it toppled over onto him? That would honestly just suck.
"You can't be." Granger sounded almost frantic, as though it was a crime for him to attend. "There has to be some other reason you're here."
"I was invited to the wedding, Granger." Puck couldn't help the insult in his tone. "Just like you."
"But I was invited because I'm Ron's girl- friend. Because I'm Ron's friend." Puck rolled his eyes bitterly at the blush over her cheeks. "You're not. So why are you here?"
She stood in his way, almost as though she was afraid he would attack her or anyone else there. And, honestly, Puck wanted nothing more than to do just that, a sneer setting onto his face. His brown eyes flashed dangerously. "I was invited to the wedding, Granger." He stressed, trying to stay as polite as he could. This was very hard when someone like Granger was giving him this look as though he couldn't be trusted. Hadn't they worked together for two years? Well, sort of worked together. But had he really given her any reason to think that he was hostile and was going to attack her? It was crazy and insulting and Puck really wanted to curse her or something but that wouldn't particularly be nice so he held off.
"That's impossible-!"
"He's my date, Hermione." A warm hand settled across his waist and Puck couldn't help the way the tension basically flew out of his body at Blaine Anderson's touch. It was calming – frighteningly so – and the look on Granger's face was absolutely priceless.
"Who are you?" Puck glanced over at Blaine, trying not to be stunned into complete uselessness at the way he looked, and noted the way his eyes hardened in plain annoyance at the older girl. Not that Puck blamed him. Granger was nice at select moments but, at others, she was more aggravatingly smart and ambitious and dumb than Rachel. How someone could be so smart and so dumb was beyond him, but Granger obviously was.
"Blaine Anderson." Her eyes sparkled in something like recognition for a moment. "My father is a very well-known lawyer for the Wizagmot and my mother sort of controls whether Arthur Weasley will have a job tomorrow. Oh, and my brother's friends with the groom, that's why I'm here." Blaine said all of this with a charming smile on his face, and Puck watched as the color almost ran out of Granger's at the mention of his parent's jobs. "And Puck's my date."
"And friends with Fleur and the twins." Puck filled in on his own, smirking a little at the way Granger's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"If you wouldn't mind Miss Granger, I would like to get my date acquainted with some of his old friends that he hasn't seen in a few years." He nodded towards the door that Granger was so obviously blocking, a smile on Blaine's face that honestly made it seem as though he hadn't been insulting to Granger at all.
"Of course. I'm so sorry for the mix-up, Puck. Things have just been a little… tense around here." She smiled at them and Puck had to admit that she had a beautiful smile. But, still, he rolled his eyes, nodded at her and slipped his hand into Blaine's, allowing himself to be tugged into the sideways house, only a tad bit worried that it would topple over when a group of around ten women ran up the stairs.
Blaine kept tugging him through the house until they landed back outside, bypassing the people Puck knew and didn't know, and pulling him over to an almost secluded spot before turning back to face him, a dazzling smile on his face - a smile that Puck prided himself in inspiring. Blaine's hazel eyes lit up to the point where they almost looked like golden honey, his lips spread so wide that Puck was pretty sure there was nowhere on his face he could look, and his nose and eyes scrunched up so that he almost looked like a bunny. Puck felt a smile of his own overtaking his face at the fact that Blaine was real and alive and standing so close…. "Hi there." Puck greeting and Blaine smiled at him, tugging at bit at his shirt so that Puck came to stand in front of him, pushing his back against a tree.
"Hey, stud." Puck chuckled at Blaine's response, his hands settling on his waist comfortably, Blaine's arms wrapping around his own so that their bodies were practically flush together. "I hope your summer wasn't too stressful." Blaine's breath ghosted across his lips and Puck barely repressed a shudder.
"It's so much better now." He muttered back before leaning forward just that small inch to run his lips against Blaine's, his stomach jumping at the contact and a wide smile pulling at the younger boy's lips in response. "How was yours?" Puck breathed the question.
Blaine shivered and tugged Puck closer – if that was even possible with their clothes on – "Doesn't matter." He muttered, crushing their lips together in an almost desperate kiss. Puck gripped at his neck with one hand, his other firm and strong on Blaine's lower back. He felt Blaine's arms doing the same as Puck pushed him back against the tree, his knee slipping between Blaine's legs and their tongue's twisting together in a familiar dance. It was hot and it was something that they've done plenty of times before and Puck was pretty sure he couldn't quite breathe all that well but it was so fantastic. Every nerve of his was on fire, setting his soul ablaze and he had never felt quite as complete as he did at that moment.
The kiss slowed down after a moment, turning almost lazy and passionate at the same time before their lips fell apart with suction, their foreheads falling to rest against one another. They were both breathing heavily, they were both smiling, and then they were laughing, Blaine's arms crossing over his neck and his arms crossing around Blaine's waist. They hugged tightly, Blaine on his tip-toes so he could reach, and Puck leaning down so he could bury his face in Blaine's shoulder. He felt so safe and in a time of war it was important to feel safe.
"Can we skip the wedding and stay here the whole time?" Puck asked softly, his breath hot against Blaine's neck.
The smaller boy simply shook his head in a negative, but he sighed and rested his head atop of Puck's mohawk. "I wish we could." And then he was pulling away, his hand sliding down to link his with Puck's and his body bending down to pick up the suit that Puck had brought with him and dropped on the ground of the woods. "How is your mother doing?"
Puck shrugged, knowing why Blaine was asking the question but not particularly wanting to acknowledge it. "She's surviving."
"But she's worried." Blaine sent him a side long look, a small smile on his lips.
"Yeah…." Puck trailed off, their hands swinging between them as they made their way back to the dangerously tilting home of the Weasley's. "Sarah's wicked excited to get your present."
Blaine blushed a bit, kicking at the dirt beneath his feet and silently promising Puck to show it to him later in the day – preferably after the wedding – and choosing instead to bring up one of the topics the two of them had been avoiding in all their letters. "Are you going back to school?"
"Are you?" Puck whispered himself and Blaine shrugged.
"Dad wants me to." He was silent for a moment and Puck had a feeling that this was yet another sore topic between Blaine and his father. "So I don't really have much of a choice."
"You always have a choice." Puck assured as they winded up outside the tilting house. "Is this thing even safe?"
Blaine tilted his head to the side, studying the house with a look of concentration. "Looks like they have the right sort of wards to keep it from collapsing up." He shrugged easily. "We should be fine."
"I don't trust it." Puck stated as Blaine tugged him into the building and into the room was apparently the one that people were supposed to change in. "How do you know there are wards anyway?"
"Well for one," Blaine hopped up onto the counter, his wand out of his front jean pocket and twirling it between his fingers. "The Weasley's are a pureblood family. They would be practically setting themselves up for attack if they didn't." Puck nodded at Blaine's deduction, sliding his shirt off his chest and smirking at the way Blaine's cheeks almost immediately heated up, a dark dusting of red settling across them. "For another thing…" Blaine trailed off, his eyes trying to pull themselves away from Puck's chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Puck ignored the twitch of his cock. "Nick and Jeff invented these really cool contacts." Blaine finally managed to tug his eyes away from Puck's chest, his cheeks redder than Puck thought they ever could get.
"I didn't know you needed glasses." Puck stated dryly, shifting his pants and tugging on his light pink dress shirt that his mother had insisted he wear.
"I don't." Blaine said with a tiny frown. "Well not really. My eyes are just a bit messed up from this potion incident my mom had when I was a baby."
"What do you mean messed up?" Puck furrowed his eyebrows, worry clawing at his stomach.
Blaine shifted nervously, one of his legs folding up under his body on the counter as Puck buttoned his shirt. "They're… sensitive." He shrugged. "Sort of." His nose wrinkled adorably; in the way it always did when he was trying to figure out how to explain something to someone who simply didn't understand what it was he was saying. "Okay… so you know how there are usually two different ways of sight deprivation?"
Puck nodded to show he understood, holding up two ties for Blaine to choose from, one a white and the other a black. Blaine nodded towards the black since it matched his suit. "Well there are sort of like a thousand in the Wizarding World." He bit at his lip. "One is where you can't exactly see different colors when it comes to anything that's been in touch with a magical instrument. It's basically like being color blind. Only a bit worse."
"I can see where that could be a problem." And Puck could see where that could be a problem. It wasn't that hard not to see how that could be a problem. In order to know if an object was cursed or not you had to go off your feelings and the colors a spell would spit back to you. Colors were everything in the Wizarding World. Colors and sound. If Blaine couldn't see the colors that he would never be able to tell if something was cursed or if there was any sort of magical residue.
"So there are these sort of corrective lenses that I have to wear. Especially around school." He shrugged easily, picking at the edge of his shirt. "Jeff and Nick have been trying to come up with ways to make the lenses better so that my impairment actually is a benefit rather than a downfall. They came up with these contacts – sort of contacts anyway – that help you see the wards around a building or object. Red for protective, blue for anti-flooding, and what not. They're pretty cool."
"Is this what the Warblers always do?" Puck stood between Blaine's legs, his arms settling over the younger boy's shoulders.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked him with a small laugh, his own arms holding his body in place, his hazel eyes sparkling.
"Come up with brilliant ideas that would put the Weasley twins out of business."
"Among other things." Blaine shrugged with a small laugh.
"Heh." Their lips were bare inches apart. "I always figured you were some odd a capella group that burst out into random songs or some shit like that."
"We do that too."
"You'll have to show me sometime."
"Maybe I will."
Their lips had just met when a throat clearing pulled them away from one another, Potter's red face staring back at them, the other boy rubbing at his neck like he was obviously embarrassed. "Mrs. Weasley said you could help me with my tie." He sounded so awkward and, now that Puck thought about it, it was probably the only time he had actually heard the boy talk in the same area as him. Or maybe it was just the only time that Puck really cared what it was he was talking about.
"Of course." Blaine nudged Puck to the side, hopping off the counter and going to stand in front of Potter, his fingers quickly and expertly tying the tie and straightening it so that it looked perfect. Puck noted with a small sense of satisfaction that Blaine was around an inch taller than Potter. "All set."
"Thanks." Potter smiled at him, his cheeks blushing when he glanced over at Puck, nodding before rushing out of the room, nearly colliding with the wall.
"You should finish getting changed." Blaine nodded at the rest of Puck's suit, giving his lips a gentle, caressing kiss, before walking away. "Wait for me here?"
"Don't use too much gel." Puck cautioned, ignoring the glare Blaine sent in his direction and turning back to changing.
His suit was simple enough, and after smoothing down the edges Puck couldn't help but think of how hot he looked in it. Black jacket, black tie, light pink shirt, and black slacks and shoes. His mother sure knew how to pick out clothes. Now all he needed was one of those classy hats….
His heart almost stopped beating when his eyes fell onto Blaine emerging from the room across from his. Decked out in his own black suit Blaine looked simply stunning. His shirt was a dark yellow, his tie a gold, and a black hat – the same sort of fancy hat Puck had just been thinking he needed to complete his bad ass outfit – balanced on top of his curls, devoid of all gel. Blaine's footsteps faltered when his gaze landed on Puck, a wide smile quick to pull at his face. "You look…"
"Hot." Puck smirked, trying to quell his spell beating heart.
"Handsome." Blaine finished with a smile and a small blush.
"You could put Fred Astaire to shame." Puck complimented, enjoying the blush on Blaine's cheeks a bit too much.
"Wait until you see Cooper." Blaine linked their fingers together and walked them down the stairs. "He had to make sure that we matched."
The ceremony had been beautiful and after being dragged out onto the dance floor to share a dance with Fleur, Puck was rather happy to settle into a seat at the table and stare at Blaine as him and Cooper took to charming the guests expertly. Puck had seen Blaine in action, but he had never seen Cooper doing the same, but the two of them certainly were a pair. Whoever it was they were talking to, they certainly had them swooning over their combined talent. "Whew." Granger flopped down in the seat next to him, sighing largely. "Do I need a break." She smiled over at him, an almost surprised look on her face. "Oh! Hello Puck! I didn't realize it was you." She giggled to herself and Puck had to hold back the urge to curse her.
"What do you want now, Granger?" Puck drawled, taking a long sip of the wine in front of him. Good thing about this wedding was that no one was supervising the drinking and Puck could, therefore, actually have some alcohol. It was nice and refreshing.
"Nothing." She smiled at him, her cheeks reddening – it seemed as though Puck had a talent for making people blush today. Maybe it was the suit – and her eyes shifting downwards. "I just wanted to apologize."
And there it was. That thing that Puck really didn't want her to do. Because if she did he would have no choice but to forgive her. He held back an annoyed moan, instead choosing to raise an eyebrow at her in question. "For being a total bitch outside today?"
Her cheeks reddened even more. "Yes." She whispered. "I suppose that was what I was being." She looked so depressed about that fact that Puck now wanted to curse himself.
"Alright, listen here Granger because I am only going to say this once." He placed his glass on the table, turning to face her with a stern, yet serious, look. She raised her brown eyes to his, hopeful. For what he wasn't sure. "You're a bitch." Her face fell, her eyes looking away from his face and her fingers picking at her wrist. "No one said that was a bad thing. And bitches are the only girls that are going to get anything done." He shrugged, sitting back in his chair. "And, as far as bitches go, you're a pretty hot one."
"Puck… I never knew you cared." She sounded amazed by the fact that he had a heart. Yeah, well a lot of people would be amazed by that fact, wouldn't they? Or maybe not as many as he would think.
"Yeah, well I don't." She narrowed her eyes at him and Puck raised an eyebrow at her, taking another sip out of his wine glass that simply kept refilling. "But I figure us mudbloods got to stick together."
A brilliant smile pulled its way onto her face, almost making her look beautiful. But he had his eye one someone more stunning than she could ever hope to be. "You have a heart, Noah." Her small hand covered his, stopping him from taking yet another sip of his wine, her tone quiet and intense. "And whoever it belongs to," She nodded towards Blaine who was laughing at something Cooper had said, his brother's arm around his waist almost carelessly. "Is very lucky indeed."
"Same goes for you, Hermione." It was probably the first time he had bothered referring to her by her first name. But it seemed as though something had awoken inside him at that moment – awoken inside the two of them. She was smiling at him and he was smiling a bit at her. "Even if he's too much of an idiot to see it." She blushed once more, looking away from him shyly. "I say if he doesn't figure it out soon you give up on him and go back to Krum."
She laughed at him – not really a beautiful sound, but one that was happy nonetheless, her eyes tender. "Did we just have a moment, Puck?"
"I believe we did." And wasn't that amazing? They had a moment. Puck had actually had a moment with someone that he had basically sworn to hate from his first day of his first year. They had had a moment – over what exactly Puck wasn't sure, but they had a moment.
Of course, it was when they acknowledged the moment that things went to hell. Or went to sort of hell.
A white light flew into the room, silencing everyone in a manner of milliseconds. "The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming. They are coming." The light dissipated into nothingness the same moment the attacks began. Granger surged to her feet, Puck following suit not long after, both their hands flying to their wands, Weasley appearing out of nowhere and grabbing onto Granger's arm, her hand reaching out for Potter as their old professor tossed him to them. And then they were gone.
Puck lost sight of Blaine in the fight; he lost sight of almost everyone as Death Eaters attacked from almost every angle. He sent every hex and curse he could think of their way, blocking everything he could and wincing as spells managed to make their way towards his skin or around him, cutting into his flesh and stinging his burns. There was yelling – there sure was yelling upon yelling. There was war.
They fought for as long and as hard as they could before it became obvious that the Death Eaters were going to win the fight. Then they all began to fled, Puck still desperately looking for signs of Blaine in the fires and blood and screams. "Blaine!" He yelled out, almost dropping to his knees when he heard out an almost desperate yell of his own name back.
And then he did yell because a hand was closing around his wrist and there was a tugging at his chest and the world was flying by his eyes. It was as though he was being squeezed into a tight space – as though he was on an airplane and all the air had been sucked out so that the compression was off.
His feet hit the ground oddly, but he managed to keep upright, his wand turning on the stranger instantly, a curse on his lips. "Expelliarmus!" The spell caught him off guard, his wand flying from his hand and his body being pushed back an inch or two. He stumbled, the world suddenly coming into focus around him, his eyes clearing up to recognize the two people standing away from him, one almost physically holding the other away.
Puck let out a strangled noise as Cooper Anderson let go of his brother and Blaine was flying into his arms, hugging Puck tightly, Puck holding him just as close. They simply breathed the other in for a moment – for a long moment. They held onto one another until the fear in their chests began to dissipate, Puck held Blaine until Blaine made a noise himself and was letting go to instead grip at his brother as tightly as he had held onto Puck. Cooper holds him just as tight, whispering something to him that had Blaine almost crying before Cooper leads him back to Puck, holding both of them close in his strong arms. Puck never had an older brother – had never, in fact, had someone close enough to him to call them a brother besides Finn – and he couldn't help wondering, for a moment, if the safety he feels for a moment in the embrace of the Anderson brothers is what it feels like to be held by an older sibling. If this was what it would feel like to be even held by his father.
Puck doesn't let those thoughts last, though, because after holding each other for a long moment they decide that it's time to head into some sort of café – one in Germany probably, close to where Cooper lives or something. They all order coffee's and then they just sit at the table and don't even touch their order.
They don't say anything, they just breathe.
Once Blaine starts to cry a bit to himself they decide to go back to Cooper's house where his wife is waiting for them, her own eyes tearstained and her arms welcoming as she holds Cooper close, her pregnant belly a mere bump, but big enough for Puck to know that she must be halfway to her due date. Cooper sags in her arms, crying into her shoulders and Puck has to wonder if they had seen someone die or if the terror was just catching up to them.
But then Blaine's hugging him again in the guest room and Puck gets it.
He feels so safe and loved and at home that he can't help but break down. He can't help but let the tears slide down his cheeks and his arms quiver as they hold Blaine impossibly close to his body. Because he was so close to never getting to do this again.
He nuzzled into Blaine's hair that night and couldn't help thinking of all the people out there that weren't as fortunate as he was. He closed his eyes and sent out a silent prayer that God would make sure that this wouldn't be taken away from anyone else.
A few weeks later they were all on the train back to Hogwarts, Quinn pulling him into an impossibly tight hug the first time her eyes landed on him, Puck looking to the side to where Santana was doing the same to Blaine. It would have been surprising had Puck not learned a bit about their complicated relationship the year earlier.
They all filed into a compartment; filled to the brim with everyone they even felt slightly close to. Rachel and Finn were cuddled up together. Kurt sat to Finn's right, Sam next to him and their hands clenched together tightly. Mercedes sat next to Sam, her hand holding onto Tina's empty one as Tina leaned heavily against Mike. Quinn sat beside Santana, this hands holding onto one another delicately, Brittany on the floor in front of them, her feet touching Sterling's. Sterling who sat with his head resting on Duval's shoulder. Duval who had his arm around David's shoulders, and David who had his hand on the knee of some guy named Trent and Trent who had his hand on Blaine's foot. And Blaine who was sitting with his head on Puck's shoulder and Puck who had his free hand in Rachel's.
They were all connected. It was the most connected Puck had ever felt to a group of people.
They didn't say a word on the ride to the school, but, then again, no one on the whole train said a word. No one besides Longbottom when the Death Eaters stopped the train to look for Potter. It was probably the single most courageous thing Puck had ever laid his eyes on and he suddenly felt a second hand pride flare up in his chest. And, for a moment, it was as though nothing had changed.
But Hogwarts itself? It was horrifying. No longer was the school somewhere Puck went to escape his nightmares, instead the place was the home of nightmares.
With Professor Snape in the headmaster's chair Puck wasn't sure what else he had expected. There was strict regime of silence and obedience. Puck felt as though he was turning into a Nazi with the way they were paraded around the school.
The school itself was nearly empty and almost always silent. There was no overlying feeling of joy. There was no wonder and magic quality. It was simply dark and stifling.
But Puck couldn't blame it all on Snape. It was obvious that while the man was dark he was not evil. He held different beliefs, beliefs that were honestly a bit terrifying, but if he was the evil Potter claimed that he was he would not allow muggleborn students to still attend the school. And Puck himself was a muggleborn, as was Finn and Tina and Sterling.
And then there were the Carrows.
If there was a personification of evil Puck was pretty sure it was them. Them and their curses they readily threw at first years. Them and their idea of a class where the older students had to torture the younger or be tortured themselves. Puck and his friends had, luckily, never been called upon in class to do such a thing.
Not until a month into their new "schooling".
"These boys have been caught," The female Carrow – Alecto – stalked in front of the seventh year class, her heels clicking on the stones beneath her feet. "Trying to plan an uprising against your headmaster." Three boys, around their age, were dragged into the room, a hood over each of their heads. Puck shared a look at Quinn, confused because they had never tried to hide the identities of the people they were supposed to torture before. "I believe we can all practice our use of muggle torture devices on them." She smirked, laughing at bit to herself. "Now who wants to be the first to try?"
None of the students raised their hands, none of them even made a peep. She stuck her face in front of each of theirs. Each student knew it was a mistake to look her in the face and, by pure accident, Puck saw Santana do just that. She cackled, grabbing Santana by the hair and tugging her up to the front of the room. Quinn made a noise in the back of her throat, moving to run after her, but Rachel's strong grip kept her in her place. "Come on dearie," She laughed in Santana's ear. "Let us see that Hufflepuff in you." She growled a bit in Santana's face. "Let your anger fill you up and point at one of those little suckers over there.
"No." Santana refused, not moving to place her want in front of her or anything, simply standing where she was stubbornly.
Quinn made yet another noise of quiet discomfort.
Carrow laughed loudly and shrilly, everyone in the room flinching back at her laugh. "Looky here." She taunted, her hand toying with Santana's hair. "A Hufflepuff with a backbone." She took out her own wand, twirling it in front of her. "You won't torture them?" She suddenly turned to face the three boys her wand acting like a knife over their skin. But they made no noise.
Still everyone knew what they were holding back. Everyone could hear the noise of flesh opening up.
"Do it." She whispered harshly. "Curse them. Hurt them."
But Santana still made no move to listen to what her teacher was telling her to do.
And then Alecto Carrow got to the end of line of the three boys and tore off the last boys' hood, kicking at his knees so that he kneeling in front of her. His neatly gelled back hair was enough for Puck to know who exactly it was kneeling on the ground.
He swore under his breath, trying to fight off Sam's hands.
Carrow cackled at the way Santana's breath sped up, at the way Puck surged forward, at the way Kurt moved for his wand, at the way David grabbed onto Trent's arm.
She had Blaine.
Which meant that the other two must have been two other sixth years, probably Duval and Sterling.
Puck was ready to kick her ass.
"Hello there." She stood in front of him, Puck getting thrown back into the arms of his classmates when he tried to take a step over to where they stood. She must have put up some sort of invisible barrier. Or something close to that to keep them out. "You must be the little ringleader." She purred into Blaine's ear, her wand running down his cheek, leaving a red trail of blood in its wake.
Blaine made no motion to speak. Santana made no motion to attack. The other two prisoners made no motion to move. The room was deathly silent. "You know the greatest form of muggle torture?" She spoke softly, but everyone could hear it. "Killing those close to you."
And then she made the one mistake she needed to make, standing up and turning her back to the boy in front of her.
That was the one second of time Blaine seemed to need as he kicked out, knocking her to the floor and swinging around to grab her wand, his ropes falling carelessly to the ground beneath him. The hoods were quickly tugged off the others by Santana, the barrier dropped with a wave of Alecto Carrow's wand and the four of them making a break for the exit.
"No you don't!" Alecto Carrow yelled, her hand snapping out to shut the door. Only it didn't work quite as well as she hoped it would since Kurt yelled out some sort of curse and she was flying backwards.
The students around them cheered. They actually cheered.
The security of the building poured into the room but something was happening. People were actually doing things. They were actually fighting back. Puck shot off spells himself, grabbing Quinn and following the way the other four had left. "Where are they?" He asked no one in particular, but Quinn grabbed onto the sleeve of his cloak and tugged him down the hallway.
"There!" They broke into a sprint, tearing through the halls of cheering students, vaguely hearing the footsteps following them.
Before they knew it they were pushing their way into the Headmaster's room, Puck blinking before Snape was flung against the wall, stunned. His wand was balanced in Duval's hand as Sterling threw some floo powder into the fireplace and yelled out some sort of code word, Santana surging forward to grab onto Quinn before doing the same.
And then, suddenly, Puck was being pulled into the fireplace himself, Blaine's hand warm around his and his voice muttering where they were to go. "Lima Bean!"
In a matter of seconds the door to Snape's office was flying open and there were plenty of shouts about following them but Blaine took something out of his pocket and threw it into the office, and the last thing Puck saw was the room that used to be Snape's office covered in ice that was quick to burst into flame.
A rumor was quick to spread across the entirety of Hogwarts of a newfound hope. A hope that had declared itself as starting to turn the war in a New Direction.
A new group that called themselves the Warblers.
A: N - Next Chapter will be the last REAL chapter if I have any say in things. The group will run into the Trio again and then they will end up at Hogwarts for the final battle. Then after that there will just be the epilogue chapter and then it's all done. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, even though it was dark. Thank you everyone who's read this far! I love you all!
Here's a little house info in case anyone's wondering:
Puck – Gryffindor – Seventh Year come chapter two
Blaine – Hufflepuff – Sixth Year come chapter two
Quinn – Ravenclaw – Seventh Year
Santana – Hufflepuff – Seventh Year
Rachel – Slytherin – Seventh Year
Kurt – Slytherin – Seventh Year
Finn – Gryffindor – Seventh Year
Tina – Ravenclaw – Sixth Year
Mike – Ravenclaw – Seventh Year
Sam – Gryffindor – Sixth Year
Brittany – Ravenclaw- Sixth Year
Artie – Gryffindor – Sixth Year
Matt – Gryffindor – Died in Sixth Year
Mercedes – Gryffindor – Seventh Year
Wes – Ravenclaw – Graduated
Thad – Gryffindor – Died in Sixth Year
Jeff – Gryffindor – Sixth Year
Nick – Hufflepuff – Sixth Year
David – Ravenclaw – Seventh Year
Trent – Gryffindor – Sixth Year
