Heeey, New chapter! It's long because I justed some text from the book..
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Paige was smiling, she was feeling good.
She was eating her breakfast. She wasn't paying attention to anyone around her. Paige was thinking about the kiss.
The mail came in. Paige got two things the newspaper and a letter.
She wanted to open the letter first when she heard a cry from the Gryffindor table. Paige looked up. It was Neville. He was holding the news-paper, he looked white as a ghost.
Paige put the letter down and grabbed a new-paper from a kid next to her. She opened the papers. Her heart dropped.
There was a mass breakout from Azkaban. She looked at the photos of the people that got out. She felt sick when she saw Bellatrix Lestange.
Bellatrix was the one that "helped" her not be controlled by the imperious curse. Paige looked at Neville again. Bellatrix did terrible things to his parents, she knew that.
She felt bad for him. Paige could feel his fear.
Paige put down the papers and opened her letter. It was small,
'Coming to the meeting tonight?'
She knew it was Harry's handwriting.
She stood up, walking away from the great hall. Suddenly she felt a hand grabbing her arm and pulling her into a secret hallway.
It's was Harry.
'Well are you coming?' He said smirking a bit.
'To the meeting, sure.' Paige said smiling. 'I missed you as a teacher.'
Harry laughed. 'Right.'
'No really, so what are we going to learn.' Paige asked.
'The patronus.' Harry said.
Paige felt nervous. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to..
Harry saw the look on her face. 'You will be fine.' He said, 'but now to some other business.'
He pulled her into a kiss.
'And I found a way to see you and kiss you.' Harry said looking around the secret hallway.
'You indeed did.' Said Paige smiling, touching her lips with her finger.
They just stood there for a moment, smiling at each other. Touching each other's hands.
Moment of peace.
Paige looked at her watch. She felt her heart skip a beat.
'Harry, we are late for class.'
Paige was walking on her way to D.A. She was a bit late because Draco wanted to go with her.
She sighed stopping for the wall. Paige walked past it three times.
A door appeared.
When she opened it, everyone became quiet.
Paige closed the door behind her. Everyone was looking at her.
'Paige.' Harry said happy. He came out of the crowd, hugging her.
'Hey.' She mumbled.
'Paige is back everybody!' Harry called out.
Few cheered and greeted her kindly. Some weren't that happy and by surprise, Ginny didn't look so happy either.
'Okay, now that Paige is here. We can move on to the next thing, the patronus.' Harry said happy.
All the students found their place to stand and started.
Harry stood next to Paige. 'I already explained to them how to preform it.' He said.
Paige grabbed her wand.
'Tell me how to do it.' Paige said determent.
'Okay, you think about the happiness memory and then say Expecto patronum.' Harry explained.
Paige closed her eyes, her heart was going way to fast.
What could she think about. Harry… her sister.
Paige shock her head, not her sister to much guilt.
'Harry,' she muttered.
Harry felt himself getting a bit red.
'Expecto patroness.' She said, nothing happened.
'You really have to believe it.' Harry said.
She turned her head towards his. He moved closer, his lips almost touched her, but he took a step back before they touched. 'I know you can do it.' He said smiling.
Paige turned her head again.
Closing her eyes she thought about the first time she saw Harry. She felt a feeling like she found something she was looking for her whole life.
She opened her eyes. 'Expecto patroness!' She said loudly.
A flash of light came out of and a beautiful doe came out her wand. Paige eyes went big.
The doe stood on the ground, it had scars but looked strong. It turned towards Paige.
It looked into her eyes. Then it started to run. It ran around the room with the others. Paige couldn't take her eyes of it. It was beautiful.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
'Well done.' Harry said feeling a warm feeling inside.
Paige bite her lip.
Suddenly the door opened. Every head turned and every partonus disappeared.
Nobody came in but then the door closed and a pitched voice sounded at the feet of Paige and Harry.
'Sir, Harry Potter.' It was Dobby.
'Dobby, what is it.' Harry asked, kneeling so that he was face to face with Dobby.
'Harry Potter… She…. She..'
'Who is she?' Paige asked Dobby who was very upset.
'Umbridge?' Harry asked him.
Dobby nodded.
'What about her? Dobby, she hasn't found out about this… about us.. About the D.A?' Harry asked in a hurry.
He read the answer in the elf's stricken face.
'Is she coming?' Paige asked quietly.
'Yes, Miss Prince, Yes!'
Paige looked up, the group looked terrified.
'It was Paige!' Someone yelled.
'Look at my face, I signed the damn parchment!' Paige yelled back.
'WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?' Harry yelled. 'RUN!'
Harry Grabbed Paige hand. 'Dobby I order you to go back to the kitchen, if she asked you if you told us, lie, tell her no!'
'Thank you Harry Potter.' Dobby said and disappeared.
Harry started to run with Paige.
They run as hard as they could, when they heard a voice saying a spell en Harry fell. Paige not seeing what was happened fell too. She fell right on Harry.
'Sorry.' Paige mumbled rolling of him.
Both looked at the boy that said the spell. It was Draco. He looked angry.
'Draco… Please..' Paige tried.
'PROFESSOR. I found two.' He said.
Paige felt her heart drop. Now she was screwed..
'Perfect .' They heard Umbridge said. 'Harry Potter and… Great. Paige Prince. You two are going with me.' She said.
Two of her helpers pulled them up and brought them to the office from… Dumbledore.
The office was full of people. Way more than Paige ever expected.
Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, his expression serene, the tips of his long fingers together.
Professor McGonagall stood rigidly beside him, her face extremely tense. Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, was rocking backwards and forwards on his toes beside the fire, apparently immensely pleased with the situation; Kingsley Shacklebolt and a tough-looking wizard with very short wiry hair whom Harry did not recognize, were positioned on either side of the door like guards, and the freckled, bespectacled form of Percy Weasley hovered excitedly beside the wall, a quill and a heavy scroll of parchment in his hands, apparently poised to take notes.
The portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses were not a sleep tonight. All of them were alert and serious, watching what was happening below them. As Harry and Paige entered, a few flitted into neighboring frames and whispered urgently into their neighbor's ear.
Cornelius Fudge was glaring at him with a kind of vicious satisfaction on his face.
'Well,' he said. 'Well, well, well…'
Harry replied with the dirtiest look he could muster. His heart drummed madly inside him, but his brain was oddly cool and clear. He looked at Paige, she looked sick. Her skin had never been so white.
'We caught them trying to escape.' Umbridge said. Pushing Paige and Harry forwards.
'Do you two know why you are here.' Fudge said.
Paige looked at the ground, she couldn't say yes so she shook her head.
'Ye- No.' Harry said. Paige looked up, she saw the face of Dumbledore.
'I beg your pardon?' said Fudge.'
'No.' Harry said again.
'You don't know why you're here?'
'No, sir.' Harry said.
'And you Paige. Do you know..' Fudge asked.
'Yeah.'
Paige could see the panicked on Harry's face.
'I was forbidden to hang out with Harry.' Paige said.
Fudge looked shock. 'By who?'
'Professor Umbridge, of course.' Paige said.
Umbridge started to laugh nervously.
'Is this true?' He asked Umbridge.
'No of course not, she is lying..' She said.
'So I am allowed to see him.' Paige asked holding Harry's hand.
'Yes.' Umbridge said nervous.
'Great.. then I have no idea why I am here.' Paige said smiling.
Harry squeezed her hand.
Fudge looked incredulously from Harry ad Paige to Professor Umbridge. Harry took advantage of his momentary inattention to steal another quick look at Dumbledore, who gave the carpet the tiniest of nods and the shadow of a wink.
'So you have no idea,' said Fudge, in a voice positively sagging with sarcasm, 'why Professor Umbridge has brought you to this office? You are not aware that you have broken any school rules?'
'School rules?' said Harry looking at Paige while they both shock their head.
'No.' Paige said.
'Or Ministry Decrees?' amended Fudge angrily.
'Not that I'm aware of,' said Harry blandly. 'You Paige?'
'No.' Paige said again.
Her heart was still hammering very fast. It was almost worth telling these lies to watch Fudges blood pressure rising.
'So, it's news to you two, is it,' said Fudge, his voice now thick with anger, 'that an illegal student organization has been discovered within this school?'
'Yes, it is,' said Harry, hoisting an unconvincing look of innocent surprise on to his face.
Paige tried to look as surprised as she could.
'I think, Minister,' said Umbridge silkily from beside him, 'we might make better progress if I fetch our informant.'
'Yes, yes, do,' said Fudge, nodding, and he glanced maliciously at Dumbledore as Umbridge left the room.
'There's nothing like a good witness, is there, Dumbledore?'
'Nothing at all, Cornelius,' Dumbledore said gravely.
There was a wait of several minutes, in which nobody looked at each other, then Paige heard the door open behind them.
Umbridge moved past Paige and Harry into the room, gripping by the shoulder a girl with curls, who was hiding her face in her hands.
Paige had no idea who this was.
'Cho's friend.' Harry mumbled.
'Don't be scared, dear, don't be frightened,' said Professor Umbridge softly, patting her on the back, 'it's quite all right, now. You have done the right thing. The Minister is very pleased with you. He'll be telling your mother what a good girl you've been. Marietta's mother, Minister,' she added, looking up at Fudge, is Madam Edgecombe from the Department of Magical Transportation, Floo Network office - she's been helping us police the Hogwarts fires, you know.'
'Jolly good, jolly good!" said Fudge heartily. 'Like mother, like daughter, eh? Well, come on, now, dear, look up, don't be shy, let's hear what you've got to - galloping gargoyles!' As Marietta raised her head, Fudge leapt backwards in shock, nearly landing himself in the fire.
Paige and Harry gave a little smile. She had series of close-set purple pustules that had spread across her nose and cheeks to form the word SNEAK.
'It is very brave of you, my dear, coming to tell Professor Umbridge. You did exactly the right thing. Now, will you tell me what happened at this meeting? What was its purpose? Who was there?'
'Can you tell us about six months' worth of meetings?" said Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows.
'Miss Edgecombe,' said Umbridge at once, 'tell us how long these meetings have been going on, dear. You can simply nod or shake your head, I'm sure that won't make the spots worse.
Have they been happening regularly over the last six months?"
Paige felt a horrible plummeting in his stomach. This was it, they had hit a dead end of solid evidence that not even Dumbledore would be able to shift aside.
Everyone in the room was gazing at the top of Marietta's face. Only her eyes were visible between the pulled-up robes and her curly fringe. Perhaps it was a trick of the firelight, but her eyes looked oddly blank. And then - to Harry's and Paige's amazement - Marietta shook her head.
Umbridge looked quickly at Fudge, then back at Marietta.
'I don't think you understood the question, did you, dear? I'm asking whether you've been going to these meetings for the past six months? You have, haven't you?' Again, Marietta shook her head.
'What do you mean by shaking your head, dear?' said Umbridge in a testy voice.
'I would have thought her meaning was quite clear,' said Professor McGonagall harshly, "there have been no secret meetings for the past six months. Is that correct, Miss Edgecombe?"
Marietta nodded.
'But there was a meeting tonight!' said Umbridge furiously. 'There was a meeting, Miss Edgecombe, you told me about it, in the Room of Requirement! And Potter was the leader, was he not, Potter organized it, Potter - why are you shaking your head, girl?'
'Well, usually when a person shakes their head,' said McGonagall coldly, 'they mean 'no'. So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign-language as yet unknown to humans –'
'Well we still have this.' Umbridge said And to Harry's and Paige's horror, she withdrew from her pocket the list of names that had been pinned upon the Room of Requirement's wall and handed it to Fudge.
'The moment I saw Potter's name on the list, I knew what we were dealing with,' she said softly.
'Excellent,' said Fudge, a smile spreading across his face, 'excellent, Dolores. And… by thunder…'
He looked up at Dumbledore.
'See what they've named themselves?' said Fudge quietly. 'Dumbledore's Army.'
'Well, the game is up,' Dumbledore said simply. 'Would you like a written confession from me, Cornelius - or will a statement before these witnesses suffice?'
Harry saw McGonagall and Kingsley look at each other. There was fear in both faces. He did not
understand what was going on, and nor, apparently, did Fudge.
'Statement?' said Fudge slowly. 'What - I don't -?'
'Dumbledore's Army, Cornelius,' said Dumbledore, still smiling as he waved the list of names before Fudge's face. 'Not Potter's Army. Dumbledore's Army.'
'You?' he whispered, stamping again on his smouldering cloak.
'That's right,' said Dumbledore pleasantly.
'You organized this?'
'I did,' said Dumbledore. 'Tonight was supposed to be the first meeting,' said Dumbledore, nodding. 'Merely to see whether they would be interested in joining me.
'NO!' shouted Harry. 'No — Professor Dumbledore -!'
'Be quiet, Harry, or I am afraid you will have to leave my office,' said Dumbledore calmly.
'Yes, shut up, Potter!' barked Fudge, 'Well, well, well - I came here tonight expecting to expel Potter and instead –'
'Instead you get to arrest me,' said Dumbledore, smiling. 'It's like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn't it?'
'Weasley!' cried Fudge, now positively quivering with delight, 'Weasley, have you written it all down, everything he's said, his confession, have you got it?'
'Yes, sir, I think so, sir!' said Percy eagerly.
'You will now be escorted back to the Ministry, where you will be formally charged, then sent to Azkaban to await trial!' Fudge said.
'Ah,' said Dumbledore gently, 'yes. Yes, I thought we might hit that little snag.'
'Snag?' said Fudge, his voice still vibrating with joy. 'I see no snag, Dumbledore!'
'Well,' said Dumbledore apologetically, 'I'm afraid I so. Well - it's just that you seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to - what is the phrase? - come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course - but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.'
A streak of silver light flashed around the room; there was a bang like a gunshot and the floor trembled; Harry forced Paige down on the floor as a second silver flash went off; several of the portraits yelled, Fawkes screeched and a cloud of dust filled the air. Coughing in the dust, Harry kept Paige under him so she would be protected; there was a shriek and a thud and somebody cried, 'No!' then there was the sound of breaking glass, frantically scuffling footsteps, a groan… and silence.
The dust was clearing. The wreckage of the office loomed into view: Dumbledore's desk had been overturned, all of the spindly tables had been knocked to the floor, their silver instruments in pieces. Fawkes the phoenix soared in wide circles above them, singing softly. And Dumbledore was gone.
BYE!
