Edmund was amazed by the camp. He felt like he was visiting the lost boy's tree house. They could old a siege for a long while, and in comfortable conditions... as long as they were not discovered. Ron suddenly let out a shout.

"GINNY !"

Edmund saw a ginger head turned to them, and the brother and sister ran in each other's arms, thanking heavens the other was alive. Edmund saw Hermione watching the brother and sister, with the urge to join them.

"Go..." Edmund encouraged her. "You're kind of her family too."

She silently thanked him, and then shyly walked to them. Edmund as for him was scanning the room, looking for a familiar face. He noticed Dean supporting another young man, but that was not the face he was looking for. Neville sent him a corner look, and then tapped his shoulder.

"There." he said, pointing a direction.

And he saw her. There she was, turning her back to him, not knowing he was there. He walked to her, and Neville followed him. When he finally reached her, he understood what she didn't turn to him. She was sitting beside a young boy laying on a bed. His face was deformed by pain, and she was trying to sooth his down. He was curled up on himself, and held an old camera against his chest, as if it was the most precious treasure.

"It's alright, Dennis..." Luna softly said. "It's gonna be okay, now. It's over."

"Luna?" Edmund asked in a gentle voice, putting his hand on her shoulder.

She turned to him, and had a tender smile.

"It's better like this." she stated, passing her hand on the young king's face.

"What's happening to him?" He asked about the boy on the bed.

It was Neville who replied.

"His brother was murdered today."

"Murdered? What happened?"

"During lunch, today, a kid in first year claimed you escaped from Gringotts on the back of a dragon. Crouch was pissed of, and he made him get up."

"Crouch? He's one of the teachers?"

"No, but he's coming almost every day since you've escaped from Malfoy's manor. He's demanding to see every single girl from Hogwarts, in small groups."

"He's looking for the girl he saw in your thoughts. He thinks he can use her to put pressure on you."

"Anyway, he got the kid up, and he cast a Cruccio on him." Neville continued, clenching his fists. "He loves this one. Colin and Seamus tried to protect the kids, and Crouch didn't like it. While Seamus was bringing the kid here, he cast an Avada Kedavra on Colin. That's the killing curse."

The boy on the bed burst in tears, letting out uncontrolled and heart wrenching howls. Edmund took the boy's hand, and forced him to look at him in the eyes.

"Look at me, Dennis." he said firmly. "This man will pay for this. He will pay for everything he did. For your brother, for Luna, for the kid, and for your parents, Neville. By Aslan, I promise you, and if he doesn't, I'm not Edmund the Just anymore. Okay?"

The boy squeezed the young king's hand, and nodded. Edmund got on his feet.

"Listen to me! He said to the crowd. I am not a student at Hogwarts. I am not one of yours, I'm not even from your world. I don't know your story, and I don't know many of you. But one person I know is Hermione Granger. And listening to Hermione is like knowing Hogwarts, and knowing its students, and its teachers. I have been told how this school was a fantastic place. How most of its students were brilliant, each in their own way, and good at heart. How its teachers were good people, longing to share their knowledge to whoever wanted to learn. What I discover this day doesn't match this picture. I think it should. This school is no longer such a place. Let's bring it back! This is a place of tyranny, where innocent people are being killed or tortured, just because they fight for their freedom. I SAY NO MORE! I'm not a wizard. But I know these fight. I'm an English man. I was born in Finchley in 1927. I was twelve when my people had to stand their ground, and fight for their freedom. And I'm a Narnian. I fought and defeated the White Witch. I lead my army in the battle of Anvard. I defeated the Usurper Miraz. I know what it's like to live in fear. I know the courage it takes to stand tall and resist. I know a tyranny when I see one. Today the time has come to end this reign of terror. Today is the day we restore balance. And in the name of Aslan, I will fight for you as long as I have blood running in my veins. To the very end. To avenge Colin, and to right the wrongs for those who suffered. I will fight. Will you be on my side?"

"Can we make it?" Someone asked.

It was the young man Dean was supporting.

"What is your name?" Edmund asked.

"Seamus. Seamus Finnigan. I'm the one who stepped in when... just before Colin's death. And I paid the price. I'm not scared to get hurt for a just cause, but I don't want to die for a lost cause."

"No cause is lost until there's no one left to believe, Seamus Finnigan. We can make it. And we will. Aslan's grace will be with us."

"AND POTTER WATCHES!" Dean shouted to conclude.

And the room burst into applause.