A/N: Soundtrack of the day? John Williams' "Duel of the Fates" from Star Wars. WHEEEE!


It was with no amount of patience that Lily paced back and forth rather aggressively across the Griffindor common room after potions. Abigail sat in a chair in front of the fireplace reading a book, looking up occasionally at Lily.

Though the common room wasn't completely empty, no one paid Lily much attention. Shortly after two, Hugo appeared, merely staring at Lily from the entrance. She glanced at Abigail, who was stuffing her book into her bag and standing up. Together the three of them exited the common room and made their way hastily towards the Herbology classes where Albus and Rose were learning about the magical properties of Sneezewort.

They arrived before the class had finished and so lurked around the greenhouses for a few minutes.

When the doors to one of the greenhouses opened they scrambled toward it, screeching to a halt to avoid running into the students exiting. Albus and Rose were last, closely followed by Professor Longbottom. The group froze when he stepped outside of the greenhouse. He took one look at their faces and laughed.

"You're not in trouble, you know."

Rose remained tense, though everyone else in the group relaxed.

"You guys are just like your parents."

"Sir?" Hugo looked confused.

"You especially."

Lily cracked a smile.

"I suppose dad's already told you?" Albus inquired.

"No, but I can guess. You know where the room is?"

"Er... yeah. You still have your coin, don't you?"

"What coin?" Rose interjected.

"I'll tell you later."

She glared at her cousin before looking back up at her professor.

"Thank you."

"Not a problem. You guys better hurry up."

They thanked him, then walked rather quickly to the third floor corridor.


"All right," Albus said. "Let me do this."

"Wait!" Rose grabbed his arm. "We have to make sure it gives us everything we need."

"Oh come on!" Hugo complained.

"No, I think it's a good idea," Lily said. "Let's make a list of what we need."

"Well we need a large room, big enough for a decent amount of people, right?"

"But there's not a lot of us here," Hugo pointed out.

"Well not now," Rose pointed out, "But when we start regular meetings, there should be more."

"Oh."

"Considering the fact that we're starting with defensive spells," Lorcan suddenly said, "Perhaps we ought to request some safety precautions."

"Good," Albus said."Like pillows to fall back on?"

"Well, I was actually talking about the foot of a Flying Wrackymongle, they're supposed to be lucky, you know, and - "

"A what?"

Lorcan inexplicably took after his mother, and though most of the Weasley family's children were well acquainted with being introduced to fictional creatures at random, it was something Abigail had not, in her four and a half years of casual acquaintance with the boy, yet come to appreciate as standard behavior.

"A Flying Wrackymongle. Mum thinks there's a wild colony in Britain and we're hoping to take an expedition over the break to try and find them so we can document their natural behaviors."

"Er... guys?" Albus looked between Abigail, whose face was one of shock, Lorcan's, whose face was one of dream-like oblivion, and everyone else's, whose faces were simply conveying amused embarrassment.

"Right," Rose said. "So we want a big-ish room, without sharp corners, lots of soft things, and perhaps we could get a small library?"

"Rose!" Hugo yelled at his sister. "We're here to learn defensive spells, not to sit on our arses reading books!"

"I know that, Hugo, but in case you forgot, between our parents and Uncle Harry, there happen to be no less then thirteen books, a few of which are spell books, so..."

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

"Oh, and make sure no one but D.A. members can find the room!" Lysander added.

"So a big room, some soft furniture and floors, and a small shelf with all of our parent's books on them. Anything else?"

"How about a sandwich?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that food is an exception to - "

Amidst the sibling's bickering, Albus calmed himself, taking a deep breath and walking back and forth in front of the wall where the Room of Requirements was supposed to be. On his third pass, a large, plain door appeared. The group stared at it in shock, and even Hugo stopped mid-sentence to look at the door.

"Well, might as well have a go at it," he said, pushing the door open. The group stepped inside.

It was relatively moderate in size, but most of the room was clear, making it appear larger than it was. The floor was covered in fluffy purple carpeting enhanced by a cushioning charm, and seven equally plushy oversized chairs lined the back wall. On the adjacent wall stood a bookshelf, and it contained all of the books written by Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Four great tapestries lined the wall to the left, each bearing the colors, animals, and symbols of the four Houses. Between Slytherin and Griffindor was a fifth, larger than the others. It was black, and bore bust images of three people - Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonagall.

On the back of the door was a small frame that Lily noticed upon closing it behind her, being the last one to walk into the contained two figures in black robes. One was tall, pale, without an actual nose, and vivid red eyes. The other was a face she knew well, with a mess of black hair and green eyes, equally vivid. They twisted and turned, colors blasting throughout the frame in an endless loop, a battle that would never end...

Lily shuddered, walking over to the bookshelf where Rose and Lysander were examining the shelves. It included such titles as Expelliarmus - The Role of Ethics in Dueling, The Seven Magical Uses of the Patronus Charm, and Defense Against the Dark Arts - Supplemental Spellwork volumes one and two, all by her father, as well as Hermione's book Unforgivable - Why the Three Curses Should be Banished from Culture. The rest of Hermione's books, about the rights of non wizard magical creatures with the exception of one book on how Pureblood elitism would turn the entire Wizarding world into a bunch of imbecilic inbreds, as well as Ron's autobiography and a rather interesting philosophical look at the curse of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position - which had, coincidentally, been broken when Voldemort fell - were on the shelf, separated from the others by a model dragon, forming triplets with the bookends.

Rose pulled Expelliarmus off the shelf, tossing it to Albus, who had joined Abby, Hugo, and Lorcan in testing out the squishing capabilities of the chairs, which were, to their joy, absolutely perfect.

"Well?" She said. "Let's get this party started."