A/N: This story is pretty pg except Ana curses. If you see any mistakes please tell me! This story is mostly from the movie and the book. Although some facts will be altered along with the timeline. I have written most of it already! I hope you ENJOY.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not that smart, nor creative.

CH 6 We Want You, To Join the Army, Dumbledore's Army

"Come on Neville, I don't want to be late!" I said. Neville and I were going to the meeting, Harry told me about.

"I'm coming!" He exclaimed just as we walked in. There were very few people there. We took a seat next to Dean and Seamus. Two Gryffindors I was ok with. Seamus annoys me because he doesn't believe Voldemorts back, but whatever.

The Weasley Twins brought butterbeers around for everyone. Hermione began talking soon after.

"…I mean I had the idea, that it might be good to start a group to teach real defense against the dark arts." That's the only part of her speech I paid attention to. The rest of the meeting was spent talking about Harry. Everything that he's done and Voldermort of course. That's when I decided to step in.

"I think it's a good idea. We need to be taught how to defend ourselves from Voldemort and his deatheaters." I stood up.

"You lived in France. You don't know anything about Voldemort and his deatheaters!" Cho sneered.

"You really want to bet? Deatheaters are in France. My best friend… my best friend was killed by a deatheater. Don't say I don't know anything because I watched her fall to the ground." I hissed at her. "So sign me up for any anti-Voldemort training." I said. Hermione had a table with a contract we had to sign. I was the first to sign.

"We'll tell you more later when we figure it all out." Harry announced before we left.

"Did your friend…" Neville trailed off. We were walking back to the castle with the Weasley's, Harry, and Hermione.

"Yes. We were shopping right before I moved here. We had just gotten out of school. We heard a noise and we followed it. It was a deatheater raid. She was murdered right in front of me. He didn't kill me, just left." I said. I of course knew why he hadn't killed me. My father would have tortured him. No my mother would torture him. I would be more afraid of her.

"Ana, I'm-" Neville began but I interrupted him.

"It's ok." I said.

"First we need to find a place we can practice, where Umbridge won't find us." Harry

"The Shrieking Shack?" Ginny suggested.

"Too small." Harry said.

"Forbidden Forest?" Hermione suggested.

"No bloody way" Ron shot.

"What happens if Umbridge does find out?" Ginny recommended.

"Who cares? It's sort of exciting isn't it? I mean breaking the rules." Hermione said shocking everyone.

"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?" Ron accused mockingly.

"At least there was one good thing that came out of this." Hermione smiled.

"And what was that." Harry asked.

"Cho couldn't keep her eyes off you" Hermione said and I felt bad. Ginny looked crushed.

Neville and I separated from the group, we wanted to be alone. We walked into the nice warm castle and started thinking of places they could hold practices. As we were walking, the wall began to change. It changed into a door. Looking at each other skeptically, we walked in. It was an open room covered in mirrors. I wished it was more comfortable and a couch appeared.

"I've heard of this room. It's the Room of Requirement." I said amazed.

"We could use this for the group!" Neville suggested.

"Yeah, but for now we could use it for something else." I said and pulled him down to the couch. We spent the rest of the afternoon in there snogging. We didn't do anything else but hold each steal kisses and talk until dinner. It was perfect.

"I'll tell Harry about this place." Neville said as we were leaving to go to the Great Hall.

"Ok, I'll see you after dinner?" I asked before kissing him one last time.

"We're meeting tonight, at eight." Neville said after dinner to Luna and me.

"It's already 7:45, let's go." I said excited. I couldn't wait to see what they had planned.

I thought the beginning was very boring. We went over Harry's the leader, and the name is Dumbledore's Army or DA. Zacharias Smith had to start an argument and I was about to punch him; before Harry easily stopped it. He's a natural leader. He gave us all a fake gold Galleon that would tell us when to meet. We split into two groups and went down the line doing the Expelaramous charm. I was against Ginny.

"Expelaramous" We shouted at each other but mine was more powerful. Her wand flew easily into my hand. I smirked before returning it to her. Up next was Neville. I hoped he could do it. He was against Harry. Harry waited a few seconds too long, and Neville beat him to the chase. Harry's wand flew out of his hand and on to the ground. Everyone started cheering for him.

"I did it!" Neville said amazed. "I've never been able to do it." He said shocked.

Ron and Hermione were next, Ron went flying. It was amazing.

"Did you hear? There was a break out at Azkaban." I overheard one morning.

I quickly looked at the Daily Prophet and sure enough, the headline stated "Mass Breakout". Along with many deatheaters, my mother and stepfather escaped. Dad did tell me this was going to happen, but still! I looked over at Neville and he was pale. One look at the Slytherin table and I could tell they were all happy. I couldn't believe it. Actually, I could. There parents are probably out too. Their happy about it though. One thing that separates us. I met up with Neville after breakfast. He didn't talk at all. He didn't hold my hand, when I grabbed his hand it was as if he didn't care. When we departed, he just left. He didn't even kiss me. It was depressing.

We had training once a week. The last few practices were a little more independent. We would spread out and work on various spells. Harry would come around and help everyone out. Today we were practicing Expecto Patronom, the Patronus charm.

"Ana, don't use your wand." Harry said coming around. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared.

"What?" I screeched. I don't use wandless magic in front of others.

"Don't use your wand. I heard Dora say you could do wandless magic." He said.

"I can also change my image, but I never do. Not unless I absolutely have to. Or I'm out of school." I muttered toward the end.

"You're an Animagus?" Ron asked.

"Um, well, I'm a Metamorphmagus." I said. I can't believe I told people that.

"Well you need to practice in case of an emergency." Harry said.

"Fine. Expecto Patronom." I said and raised my hand. A silver stream came out, quickly turning into a wolf.

"Wow." Neville said. It was the first thing I heard him say all day. Everyone was amazed at me.

"Here, I'll help you." I said to Neville. By the end of the training, Neville had perfected his patronus. It was a hummingbird and it was adorable.

"It's of you." Neville said.

"What?" I asked shocked that he was talking to me and of what he said.

"A patronus is after something that makes you feel safe right? Well a humming bird reminds me of you. Your voice is amazing like a birds. It's so soft." He explained. He walked up to the mirrors where we had placed pictures of people we had lost to deatheaters and articles about them. He looked at the picture of the Order while I looked at a picture of my lost friend, Aubrey.

"I'm sorry; I haven't really talked to you today. It's just the breakout from Azkaban." He said closing his eyes. It looked like he wanted to cry. "My parents were tortured into insanity by deatheaters." Neville whispered.

"What?" I knew this already, but he had never told me this.

"Bellatrix Lestrange and a few others used the Crutacious curse and tortured my parents wanting information. They didn't tell her anything. So she tortured them into insanity. Their at St. Mungos. They don't even remember me." He said. Letting a single tear fall. Listening to him caused my eyes to start to tear. "I'm going to make my parents proud. I'm going to fight her."

"Neville, I'm sure your parents would be proud of you without fighting her. I know I am. I'm proud that you actually understand what Sprout says. Watching you is… it's like your in your own world. You only pay attention to her. I'm jealous of our professor." I smiled trying to cheer him up.

"Don't be, I'd choose you any day." Neville laughed.

"Can I get a kiss now? I haven't gotten any all day and it's really depressing." I said.

"We must fix that then." Neville said leaning down. It was the best kiss of my life. So full of love and passion. It had everything. It was then that I realized I was beginning to fall in love with him.

That night, when I went to sleep I dreamt of my parents. Of my birth parents. It wasn't a dream though; it was as if it was placed in my head. I know this because I don't remember my parents. I know who they are and what their like, but I don't know what they were like with me. My dream was a series of memory clips. In my dream, my mum was holding me, singing me to sleep. Then I saw my dad. He was playing with me on the floor. The next memory was of me walking, well trying to at least. My dad was on his knees, holding his arms out for me to walk into. I saw mum taking pictures, documenting this special event.

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