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You place too much importance... on the so-called purity of blood! Albus Dumbledore

"What?"

They had just finished a DA meeting in the Room of Requirement when Neville and Ginny broke the news to the Ravenclaws. It was Mickey who had screamed the last word, his fists balled at his side in an effort to keep from hitting something.

John, too, was visibly upset. He sat on an old sofa, an arm draped around his younger brother. Dave still bore marks from his night in the hands of Carrow. "This doesn't make any sense. I mean, if they would take anyone, you'd think it would be, like, Ginny, because of her family and all. But Luna..."

"I don't think it was because of the DA." Ginny seemed even more determined to cause mayhem after the holidays. Her family was scattered, no one had heard from Ron or Harry in months, and her father was very close to getting sacked and arrested.

Seamus spoke up then. He had heard all this as soon as Ginny had gotten back. He had been the one who had urged them to call a meeting. "I think it has something to do with her father. I mean, The Quibbler has been printing stuff about Harry for months now. Someone must have caught on by now and wants him to shut up." Neville nodded along with the others. This was a valid point.

David spoke, his voice small and cracking. "Do you even know where she's gone?" his question was met with shakes of heads and the young boy sighed, resting his own head against his brother's chest.

Mickey spoke from a corner. "Personally, I think all this stuff about blood is the most important thing we've heard." He looked around for support, biting his lip.

The meeting had been called primarily as an exchange of information. The DA had been assigned over the holiday to keep an eye out for anything newsworthy. Seamus, John, and Mickey had cautioned them that Carrow was out for the kill now, and their information was no less alarming. Whole wizarding families were being rounded up, and it wasn't only muggle-borns now. Some half-blood had been taken in for "questioning" and hadn't returned.

"I mean, my whole family's half-blood or less. No one's really cared before now. I mean, all of us, all of the school could be in danger, along with all of our families." He looked around again before saying, desperately. "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Yeah, it does Mick." Neville got up to his full height, which was just over six feet now. It helped sometimes. "But what can we do? We can't leave school and we can't get messages in or out. We're like prisoners, only at least prisoners get a trial."

"The only thing we can do." Began Ginny, cutting across Neville, "Is to rebel, like we've been doing."

John scowled, bringing his brother even closer. "And that's going so bloody well at the moment."

Ginny didn't look at him, choosing instead to rap steadily on the mute radio near her feet, muttering a string of curses and possible passwords under her breath.

Neville fell to the floor near Ginny. He was tired. His break had been split between the hospital with his parents and his grandmother and aunts and uncles. What was really bizarre was the fact that his grandmother seemed...proud of him. Like he'd finally done something right. His grandmother, on the other hand, had joined one of the outside rebellion groups.

Dave alerted them all to the fact that it was late by yawning loudly. He wriggled out of his brother's grip and stood up. Looking around at them he said sleepily, simply. "I miss Looney."

Neville nodded. "Me too, kid."

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