AN: Anything you recognise isn't mine – it's JK's.
This is written for the Ten Drabbles, Ten Topics Challenge (Run by the lola). The sixth topic is one word of diagloue and the word I got was nothing.
This is specially dedicated to my best friend, Abby, because she needs to know just how brilliant she is and how I know that one day her time will come and it'll be like everything now never even happened. Yeah that's it. :) xx
- TEN DRABBLES, TEN TOPICS –
6. We'll keep on fighting
Liam, you're a Greengrass, no one will use your family against you! What have you got to lose?
Abby Goldstein's words from moments ago bounced around in my head. We were doing this for Dennis. Creevey would be so proud that our mis-matched group of fourth year friends were working together. To be fair, we would need each of our specific house qualities to pull off what we were talking about.
Abby, our Ravenclaw, had outlined the whole thing and planned it. Cathy, a Hufflepuff, kept us dedicated to stay on target. She made us remember why we were risking our lives. And, of course, we needed my Slytherin cunning to pull the whole damn thing off. That sounded arrogant but it was true. Unfortunately what we all lacked was Dennis's uncanny ability to do things without thinking. His recklessness. His bravery.
I guess we would each have to supply this or this, this plan, whatever we were calling it – Operation Anti-Detention – wouldn't work. It just wouldn't. I meet Cathy's eyes first, flaming with that strong Hufflepuff determination and I sighed before looking to Abby. She could be our replacement Gryffindor, easy. After she'd lost so much, I could hardly believe she'd come out so strong, so ready to make her mark on this world.
Fuck it, what do I have to lose?
I rolled my eyes, fixating a bored look to my features before I answer Abby's question, "Nothing"
The two girls grinned simultaneously and I can't help but think about how this was the happiest I'd been since returning to Hogwarts. Making the girls smile despite the fact that school was now the equivalent to a Deatheater Training Camp. I smiled before frowning.
Shit. Now I feel like a Gryffindor.
