Different plans

Chapter 37-DA

A/N: 1AriA08 - Draco only had a crush on Hermione. About Lily: Max found a Potion (sorry I didn't explain it sooner) which made her able to speak, but she didn't know what she said.
Also, if you read Another life 2-Memories, you will find that I asnwered your other review.

"Ginny, Mary, Hermione, Neville and Draco, come to the library," Severus ordered.

"Why?" JWOHPfan asked.

"DADA," the man replied.

"Noooo," Draco whined. "I don't want to have lessons. School is booooring. Can't we do something fun?"

"School can be fun," Neville said.

"No one asked you," the Slytherin boy muttered.

"Daco, stop this silliness," Severus said harshly. "You are acting and sounding like a five year old that, I'm sure of it, you are not."

"But it's true," Draco argued, something he had never dared before. "Especially DADA. You never do anything that's gonna help you if you are attacked."
"Who the hell told you that crap?" Ginny asked.
"Ginevra, your language," Snape barked. "Draco, did you had any Detentions with Umbridge?"

Instead of answering the bot held his hand up.

I shall do what I'm told to.

"Who else?" Severus asked, already knowing the answer.

I shall not back talk, read Ginny's hand. Neville had to write I shall not forget what I learned. I shall not question what my elders tell me to do was Hermione's scar. I shall not act like a know-it-all was what JWOHPfan had to write.

"Go to the library and read something," Severus ordered, sighing. "I need to talk with Lucius."

"She's gone too far," Lucius yelled angrily, hitting the desk in his study with his fist. "I get her out of her job in no time!"

"But who will replace her?" Severus asked.

"You're right," Malfoy Sr. said, trying to calm himself down. "First we need to find a replacement."

"Maybe you should concentrate on Fred and George," a voice said, coming from the doorway.

"Ray! What are you doing out of bed?" his godfather asked, rushing towards him.

"It's boring," the boy smirked. "And I feel a lot better."

"Fred," George whispered.

"What's up?"

"I got a letter."

"From?"

"Harry. He wants to meet us."

"Isn't he one of the missed students?" Fred asked.

"He is, but he told us to come to the Hog's Head on Saturday. Do you think we should?"

"Why not?"

"Call me Raymond," Ray said as Fred and George sat down.

"What are you doing here?" Fred asked.

"I need to ask you something," Snape said.

"Then do it," George replied.

"Would you consider joining a group called TDE&Co.?"

"You made the thing with the missing students up, didn't you?" Fred asked.

"We did," Ray confirmed.

"But how should we now that we can trust him?" George wanted to know.

"If you have eliminated the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth," Raymond said, standing up and leaving the pup. "Owl me!"

"What do you think?"

"We can give it a try," Fred replied, thinking about what Har - no. He had said they should call him Raymond. He thought about what Raymond had said. If you have eliminated the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. And it was true. Somehow. Somehow it made sense that Voldemort was good.

Dear Raymond,

we take the offer. Give us further orders when the time comes. We're waiting.

F&G

"I have a plan," Max said.

"Why do I have a bad feeling?" Ron wondered. "Every time you have a plan we get in trouble. I still remember our 'holiday'."

"We need to set up a club. A club where we learn to defend ourselves."

"But what with Umbridge?"

"Forget her. She's stupid, dumb and an idiot. If we don't learn how to defend ourselves, then we'll die out there!" Max pointed out of the window before he continued. "Voldemort is out there. Death Eaters are there. People get killed this minute. We have to do something except sitting around here and reading books about how to hold a wand!"

"You're right," Ron gave in. "I'll ask a few people if they would join. But how do we call us? We need a name and a place where to meet. It should be some kind of secret room, otherwise Umbridge would find us..."

Maximilian thought for a moment. "In memorial of our old headmaster, Dumbledore's Armee. Short DA. And as much as I know there's a secret room on the seventh floor which becomes any room you want it to."