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..
