"Where did you send her?" Ron asked.

"You'll see soon enough."

"So you're gonna help us?"

"Bah! Go get yourselves killed, what do I care? You can't say I didn't warn you."

"You did, sir." Edmund gravely said. "And we thank you for that. But we have to fight. We have to do it. You do what you think is the right thing. Thank you for your help, and thank you for your advice."

Abelforth didn't answer, and Edmund just stared at the empty painting. It wasn't empty anymore. The girl was coming back, and she wasn't alone. When she was back to her place, the painting turned to let out the young man who was with her.

"NEVILLE!" Ron and Hermione exclaimed.

"I knew it!" He exclaimed in return. "I knew it was you! It's so good to see you guys! And you must be Edmund. Luna told me a lot about you."

"Is she alright?"

"Well, she's better than I am!" Neville said, pointing at the bruises and cuts on his face.

"What happened to you?"

"I refused to cast a Cruccio on a first year. Come along!"

He helped them get in the tunnel, and guided them through it, lighting them with his wand.

"Where does this passage lead?" Hermione asked. "It's not on the marauder's map."

"It's a bit strange. One day, after I got beaten up by Amicus Carrow, I felt I needed a break, and a place to hide. But I didn't know where to go. I couldn't go to the infirmary, you see, because Pomfrey is not allowed to treat the "unworthy". So I was wondering where I could go, and suddenly a door appeared right behind me. When I got in, there was a bed, some food, and things to tend my injuries."

"You found the requirement room!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's where Harry used to hold the D.A reunions. You were one of the best students with him!"

"Was I? I'd have loved to experience that. Anyway, I hid there for a few days, and then I started telling others about this room. Every time someone new came in, a bed or a hammock would appear. But at some point, we started to lack food. And then suddenly the room created this tunnel, and Ab was able to give us some food. We all listen to PotterWatch, here. We are Hogwarts' resistance."

"Dumbledore's Army..." Hermione whispered.

"Yeah, I like this name!"

Hermione had a sad smile, and Ron took her hand. They were now in front of a wooden door, which Neville pushed open.

"Welcome to the resistance's Head Quarter!" he proudly said.