Chapter 7
All the seconds left in the minutes, and so on, etcetera.

"So what exactly am I showing him?" I questioned to Harry, while Patronus' swam around the room. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we began starting the DA up again. The joy of learning new thing fluttered into my brain, I practically ran here. Harry had been very busy with remedial potions, so it was put on hiatus for the last few weeks. Actually, now that I mention it, everyone has been busy. Every teacher is riding our asses to get our work done and study for OWL's but it's nice to take a break and relax. Not to mention I finally got to talk face to face with Harry since a week. We all attempted to conjure a Patronus for the past 10 minutes, and I seemed to pick it up after 3 minutes. I had never conjured a Patronus until that minute, and what happened surely scared me. I was fully aware that a full Patronus would create an animal in some form of wispy silver mist, but the animal, per say, confused me. A grizzly bear spurted from the end of my wand, and stood on its hind legs. The bear was small, not as tall as would be expected, which lead me to believe it was a female, but it was still large. I tried to think of some good reason behind it, some form of significance to myself, but I drew a blank. Practically no one in the room noticed, but 2 sets of eyes. Harry's and Luna's. Turning the other way I averted their gazes and continued to fake it, not wanting to bring up the subject in my mind. Some after Luna came up to me, casually walking behind me. 'A bear, very misunderstood aren't they?' I continued to practice until Harry came up. I expected him to question on my Patronus, although he didn't. He asked me to help Neville, who seemed to have major problems with even having a happy thought.
"I just want you to help him, because I want to walk around and check on everyone else." Harry replied, smiling. Who could say no to the smile?
"Alright fine, but I'm not going to have the patience for too long." I picked up my feet and walked towards Neville.

I had taken Neville as a frightened child, someone that was scared of absolutely everything. In all matter, I recently found out Neville's background, or should I say Bellatrix Lestrange. You could never tell by looking at him, the pain and suffering he had gone through, not to mention the definite pain in the ass his grandmother is. Even so, as I approached him from across the room, his eyes widened. I had talked to him once prior to now, and I don't think he finds this meeting normal.
"Hi Neville. Um, Harry sent me over, to you know, help you out a bit." I said, calmly and slowly.
"Oh thank you. I can't seem to figure it out at all." A smile rose on his face, catching me off guard, so I immediately smiled back. So we worked together, and I figured out the problem early.
"Neville, what exactly are you thinking of when you're trying?" He looked down at his feet quickly. I decided to take my chances, hoping he would not find offense to my next comment. "Neville, I know it's hard to forget about Lestrange, but we both know you have plenty of happy memories to override that." I reached out, and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Jeez you're tall!" I shouted, before thinking, but that seemed to work. Neville started to laugh and looked back at me.
"Well you're short." he said back, between laughter.
"Oh that makes me feel good-" I had rolled my eyes ad was about to look back when I noticed the room went silent. I looked to see a small figure walking behind me and across the room to Harry.

It took a double take, then I remember those fuzzy hats and the round eyes.
"It's you! What's your name? Knobby .. Lobby .. no, it's D .. DOBBY!" I glared at him, as he sympathetically stared back at me.
"Hello madam Sherry." he said, slightly out of breathe and shaking. Everyone stared in amazement, and he finally spoke.
"Harry Potter, sir ... Dobby has come to warn you ... but the house-elves have been warned not to tell..."

I had completely forgotten his words and watched him throw himself to the wall. Harry questioned him more, and he finally figured it out. I saw it, and it didn't take long for me to figure it out as well.

"Umbridge?" he asked, everyone's eyes in the room staring at the startled house elf. He babbled on some more, until Harry started to quiet down. His voice was barely audible, when he spoke again.

"Is she coming?" The silence rooted in the bottom of my stomach, and I was so close to beating it out of the elf; until he spoke again.

"Yes, Harry Potter, yes!"

Oh shit..