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Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Missing Professors
Harry Potter could only think of one thing at this moment, beating Draco Malfoy. This game wasn't even against the Slytherins. It was Harry Potter versus Draco Malfoy.
"Scared scar-head?" Malfoy hissed as the players took their position on the pitch
Madame Hooch eyed the two teams and said in a very militant voice, "any un- sportsman's like playing and both teams will be disqualified. I want a clean game."
"And their off, this has the makings of a spectacular game. The Slytherins chasers are bullying their way through, they really know who to control the field. Slytherins score, they lead Gryffidor 10-0."
"RON!" Harry yelled giving him a look for missing such a easy block.
Ginny now had control of the Quaffle as she maneuvered towards the goals.
"Look at G. Weasley, she really can fly. Oh, a block by Howard," Seamus announced.
"What are you looking at Malfoy?" Harry hissed noticing Malfoy staring at him with a smirk.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes before diving towards the ground. Harry would have followed him, assuming he had spotted the snitch, if the golden flicker hadn't caught his eyes across the pitch.
"Malfoy has just broken into a dive, he must have spotted the snitch. Wait, Potter isn't following him, he's taking his own path across the field. G. Weasley scores for Gryffindor!"
Pavarti smashed a bludger at the Slytherin Keeper, catching him straight in the stomach.
Seamus jumped to his feet, "did you see that hit by Patil, it looks like Howard is out for the count. Gryffindor scores again."
Harry glanced behind him noticing Malfoy hadn't notice Harry wasn't following him. With the Slytherin Keeper out of the game, the Gryffindors could gain a good lead. He pulled his broom to a stop. Noticing Cho Chang rising to her feet in the bleachers, being a Seeker herself, she has obviously spotted the snitch as well.
Harry snapped his head up to Pavarti, who was flying a few feet above him, "take out the beaters if you can."
She nodded and went searching for a bludger to beat.
"The Gryffindors are really flying well, Creevy just scores for Gryffindor, they now lead Slytherin 30-10," Seamus announced.
Malfoy was now flying near Harry once again, "think you're clever don't you Potter."
"My team isn't the one losing," Harry hissed.
"Creevy scores again, the Gryffindors now lead 40-10," Seamus cried again.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, "shame I didn't send your scarlet girlfriend to the ground."
Harry made a swift movement towards the right side of the pitch, with Malfoy quick to follow him.
"Idiot, can't even tell when I'm bluffing you," Harry jeered back at him.
"Slytherins score," Seamus announced flatly.
As Harry lifted his head to look at Seamus, he caught sight of the shiny golden ball for the second time. He turned his head hoping Malfoy hadn't spotted it as well, but he had.
Malfoy zipped past Harry, and he quickly followed.
"The two seekers have spotted the snitch, but can Malfoy really match up to Potter's natural talents. He has beaten him the.." Seamus started.
"That is quite enough," Professor McGonagall lectured.
The two seekers were neck and neck as they sped towards the tiny golden ball. Malfoy slammed his broom hard into the side of Harry's, who returned it.
"These two are really going at it, this seems to be a personal issue," Seamus continued.
The two both flew as hard as they could, hands outstretched. The crowds were on their feet, and time seemed to be standing still. Harry pushed ahead of Malfoy, inches away from the snitch, when the bludger hit him straight in the shoulder. Causing his broom to spin into Malfoy's. The two boys came crashing to the ground.
"Damn, that was a hard hit," Seamus swore.
Harry lifted his head and held up his hand which had enclosed the tiny golden snitch.
"POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!!!" Seamus screamed!
The rest of the Gryffindor teams landed their brooms and came charging towards Harry.
"Harry you did it!" Ginny shrilled throwing her arms around Harry's neck, causing him to flinch in pain.
"Ouch!" Harry cringed.
"Damn you Potter!" Malfoy shrilled charging towards him with his wand outstretched.
A sharp burst of light flashed from the Ravenclaw stands causing Malfoy to fly backwards. The stands fell silent as Malfoy hit the edge of the pitch with a hard thud.
Madame Hooch ran onto the pitch looking angry, "who hexed Mr. Malfoy?"
"I don't know Madame Hooch," Harry said as his eyes wandered through the Ravenclaw stands.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "very well, I want you and Mr. Malfoy to report to the hospital wing. I want to see a clean bill of health if you plan on playing in your next game this afternoon."
Harry was about to answer her when Cho threw herself around Harry's neck, "are you okay?"
Harry cringed again.
"Oh I'm sorry," Cho apologized throwing her hands over her mouth.
He forced a smile, "it's okay."
The Slytherins were helping Malfoy to his feet as he wobbled around drunkenly.
"Did you hex him?" Harry asked Cho, holding his shoulder which was dangling awkwardly.
"No, I was already heading down to the field," Cho confessed, looked at Harry with a worried expression.
"You better get going, we'll take Harry to the hospital wing," Ginny insisted as she offered herself as a crutch for Harry to lean on.
"Cho come on, we need to get ready," Michael yelled.
She bid her goodbyes to Harry, and took off to join the rest of her team.
"I think you've dislocated it," Ginny said as Harry flinched with every step.
"Mate, that looks painful," Ron added.
Harry gave him a look, "it is painful."
"Oh, what in the world was Dumbledore thinking. I knew this tournament was a bad idea. Mr. Potter, what in the name of Merlin am I going to do with you. Every year I fix you up, and you just end up right back in here," Madame Pomfrey rambled as she helped Harry to a nearby bed.
"Will he be able to play in the next game?" Dennis Creevy asked.
Madame Pomfrey looked amazed, "I can fix him up, but if he plays I can't guarantee you won't re-injure it. Now, hold your breath Mr. Potter, this might hurt a little."
Harry let out a yelp that caused everyone to cringe as Madame Pomfrey used a setting spell to relocate Harry's limp shoulder. She then game him a pain potion and told him to rest.
"Madame Pomfrey said you need to recuperate a couple hours, we'll see you this afternoon," Ginny told Harry as Madame Pomfrey pushed them out of the room.
Harry sighed, he was pretty confident that the Raveclaws would beat the Hufflepuffs, which would mean that they would probably have to beat the Ravenclaws to be in the finals.
The pain potion finally started to kick in as Harry leaned his head back against the pillow, and decided to take a quick nap. He forced his eyes closed, but the tension that was building in his stomach wouldn't let him drift off into the world of dreams. Instead he laid away, wondering how badly he truly wanted to win.
The dreaded hour finally came and Harry slowly made his way back down to the Quidditch pitch. He pushed open the Gryffindor locker room, where his team looked like they were about to vomit.
"What happened?" Harry asked staring at everyone.
Pavarti looked up, "the Ravenclaws wons. If we don't win this next game, we don't make it to the finals. We don't have enough points."
"Harry, we need your word you won't throw the game," Dennis said bluntly.
Harry huffed, "I'm not going to throw the game."
The Gryffindor team nodded, and moments later found themselves taking their positions on the pitch.
"Now remember, a good clean game," Madame Hooch said before throwing the Quaffle into the air.
Harry tried not to look at Cho as they circled high above the pitch. She hovered close to him, "remember my challenge Harry."
"I remember," he responded.
She gave him a smile as she started tagging him, since he did have the better eye out of the two. Harry examined the pitch, scanning each and every inch of it. As he glanced at the Professor's stands his heart sank. Only Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall were in the stands. Hermione's word repeated themselves in Harry's head over and over, when suddenly his scar erupted into pain.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Cho asked flying next to him.
He looked up at her, "something isn't right."
Her eyes widened as she stared over towards the dark forest, "it's getting dark."
Harry swallowed as he let his eyes wander towards the forest.
"Harry, what's going on?" she pleaded.
Everyone in the stadium was watching and cheering, oblivious to what was unfolding.
Then they appeared, tall dark figures that were the very definition of pain and misery.
He didn't have to tell Cho what was wrong. She saw them for herself and began shaking uncontrollably. Harry grabbed her and pulled her onto his Firebolt. He motioned to Seamus and pointed to the forest.
"Professor," Seamus said nudging Professor McGonagall as they looked in the direction Harry was pointing. She gasped before yanking the mic out of Seamus hand.
"All students report to the castle at once!" she demanded, "everyone go quickly."
Since only about a fourth of the student body could actually see what was approaching, the students sat motionless, puzzled to what was going on.
"IT'S DEMENTORS! RUN!" Harry screamed as he struggled to keep Cho from falling out of his grip.
The Dementors were closing in and Harry scar was burning more with every step they took.
"We've got to get back to the castle!" Harry screamed at Ron and Ginny who were approaching him.
They all took off towards the castle, but it looked like a swarm of bees trying to enter a bee hive at the same time.
"They're never going to make it!" Ginny shrilled.
Cho had gone completely pale as Harry shot towards an open window.
"Go to the Room of Requirements," Harry instructed her
He took off back towards the crowd of pushing screaming students where he spotted Neville and Hermione trying to fight their way through.
"Hermione, give me your hand!" Harry screamed at her holding his hand out.
"Harry, get back to the castle. You know you have trouble fighting Dementors!" she yelled back.
"Give me your bloody hand!" Harry fussed back.
She finally conceded, holding her hand out towards him. He jerked her up onto this Firebolt then dashed off to the same open window he had just dropped Cho off at.
"I told Cho to go to the Room of Requirements, go!" Harry fussed before dashing back down towards the crowd.
"Neville!" Harry called throwing his hand out towards him.
He was about to grab Neville's hand when a group of hysterical students tried to pull him down off his broom. He narrowly made his way out of their clutches.
"Shit!" Harry cursed. "NEVILLE, GO TO THE ROOM!"
Neville nodded and some of the other DA members also heard him and were nodding as well.
Harry flew into an above window, and was followed by Ron, Ginny, Pavarti and Dennis.
"Where are we going?" Dennis asked nervously.
"The Room of Requirements," Harry stated.
After they turned the second corridor they ran into some of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team who was obviously heading to the same place.
"Where is Cho?" Michael Corner asked suddenly.
"She's fine, I sent her to the Room of Requirements," Harry replied, not slowing his pace.
"House Cup," Harry spat as the door appeared and opened.
"Harry," Hermione wailed throwing her arms around his neck.
"Why in the world are the Dementors attacking Hogwarts, and how did they get past Dumbledores's charm?" Ginny wailed.
The door busted open a moment later and a few of the Hufflepuff member pushed in.
Hannah was sobbing hysterically as Zach was trying to comfort her.
"Shit Harry, it's horrible. McGonagall and Hagrid were trying to fend off like a thousand Dementors, I doubt they are going to be very successful. We barely made it inside ourselves," Ernie spat throwing his head into his hands.
The door opened again and Luna, Neville and Padma rushed in.
"They were attacking students, we could hear them screaming," Padma cried.
Cho was still shaking as Michael was rubbing the sides of her arms, trying to comfort her.
"Where are the rest of the Professor?" Harry asked slightly impatiently.
Hermione closed her eyes, "we've got to get help."
"It isn't like we can just floo over to the Order, we don't have any floo powder," Ron fussed.
"Isn't this the Room of Requirements, if we want floo powder it should just appear," Ginny argued.
The door to the room opened again and Terry Boot and Susan Bones made their appearance.
"Okay, we're not flooing to the Order, not everyone in this room knows about the Order, and the secret keeper has to tell you it's location before you can get there. We're going to floo to the ministry," Harry instructed, "right into Minister Fudge's office."
"We can't leave everyone here undefended, we have to do something," Ginny fussed.
Hermione shook her head, "we can't do it ourself. We need Aurors, we aren't ready to take on an army of Dementors."
"I'm not going," Harry suddenly said.
Hermione and Ron both reared on Harry at the same time, "what?"
"I'm staying. Ginny is right, we can't just leave," Harry repeated.
Cho stood up, still shaking, "I'm staying with you."
"No," Harry said instantly, "I'm doing it alone."
"Like hell you are," Michael Corner argued.
"I'm staying too," Neville said firmly.
Zach Smith pulled Hannah into his chest, "you guys are crazy. We're students, we can't take on thousands of Dementors."
"Harry, I hate to say it, but Smith is right," Ron agreed.
"It's our choice if we stay, if you want to go, than go," Ginny argued.
"I want to go, I don't want to stay," Hannah cried.
A loud piercing scream made everyone jerk their heads up towards the door.
"Whatever we do, we need to do it fast," Dennis said nervously.
"I'm staying," Ginny said firmly.
Ron looked at her, "absolutely not, mum would kill me!"
"I'm staying too, my brother is still out there," Dennis seconded.
"I also refuse to go, what if he who must not be named as a Horned Tooth Parsnel," Luna said seriously.
Hermione looked worried, "Harry, I'll stay if you do, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"Hermione!" Ron snapped.
"I'm not leaving," Michael voiced suddenly.
"Who wants to go?" Ginny asked.
"I'm going," Zach spat.
Hannah nodded as she continued to sob.
"I'm going to, it just doesn't make sense to stay," Padma said, as she lowered her head in disappointment.
"I hate to say it, but I agree with Padma," Paul Keebler.
"I'm going to, we need to get help," Susan Bones argued, "it's suicide fighting like this."
"Anyone else?" Ginny asked.
Harry shook his head, "I agree with Susan, you guys can't stay and fight."
"Harry, we're not leaving you!" Cho screamed, as she slowly started to control her shaking.
"We divide into groups," Ginny started.
"NO," Harry said instantly, "if we go, we go as a group."
He looked over at Susan, "tell Dumbledore that we're going after the Purebloods United."
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Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Missing Professors
Harry Potter could only think of one thing at this moment, beating Draco Malfoy. This game wasn't even against the Slytherins. It was Harry Potter versus Draco Malfoy.
"Scared scar-head?" Malfoy hissed as the players took their position on the pitch
Madame Hooch eyed the two teams and said in a very militant voice, "any un- sportsman's like playing and both teams will be disqualified. I want a clean game."
"And their off, this has the makings of a spectacular game. The Slytherins chasers are bullying their way through, they really know who to control the field. Slytherins score, they lead Gryffidor 10-0."
"RON!" Harry yelled giving him a look for missing such a easy block.
Ginny now had control of the Quaffle as she maneuvered towards the goals.
"Look at G. Weasley, she really can fly. Oh, a block by Howard," Seamus announced.
"What are you looking at Malfoy?" Harry hissed noticing Malfoy staring at him with a smirk.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes before diving towards the ground. Harry would have followed him, assuming he had spotted the snitch, if the golden flicker hadn't caught his eyes across the pitch.
"Malfoy has just broken into a dive, he must have spotted the snitch. Wait, Potter isn't following him, he's taking his own path across the field. G. Weasley scores for Gryffindor!"
Pavarti smashed a bludger at the Slytherin Keeper, catching him straight in the stomach.
Seamus jumped to his feet, "did you see that hit by Patil, it looks like Howard is out for the count. Gryffindor scores again."
Harry glanced behind him noticing Malfoy hadn't notice Harry wasn't following him. With the Slytherin Keeper out of the game, the Gryffindors could gain a good lead. He pulled his broom to a stop. Noticing Cho Chang rising to her feet in the bleachers, being a Seeker herself, she has obviously spotted the snitch as well.
Harry snapped his head up to Pavarti, who was flying a few feet above him, "take out the beaters if you can."
She nodded and went searching for a bludger to beat.
"The Gryffindors are really flying well, Creevy just scores for Gryffindor, they now lead Slytherin 30-10," Seamus announced.
Malfoy was now flying near Harry once again, "think you're clever don't you Potter."
"My team isn't the one losing," Harry hissed.
"Creevy scores again, the Gryffindors now lead 40-10," Seamus cried again.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, "shame I didn't send your scarlet girlfriend to the ground."
Harry made a swift movement towards the right side of the pitch, with Malfoy quick to follow him.
"Idiot, can't even tell when I'm bluffing you," Harry jeered back at him.
"Slytherins score," Seamus announced flatly.
As Harry lifted his head to look at Seamus, he caught sight of the shiny golden ball for the second time. He turned his head hoping Malfoy hadn't spotted it as well, but he had.
Malfoy zipped past Harry, and he quickly followed.
"The two seekers have spotted the snitch, but can Malfoy really match up to Potter's natural talents. He has beaten him the.." Seamus started.
"That is quite enough," Professor McGonagall lectured.
The two seekers were neck and neck as they sped towards the tiny golden ball. Malfoy slammed his broom hard into the side of Harry's, who returned it.
"These two are really going at it, this seems to be a personal issue," Seamus continued.
The two both flew as hard as they could, hands outstretched. The crowds were on their feet, and time seemed to be standing still. Harry pushed ahead of Malfoy, inches away from the snitch, when the bludger hit him straight in the shoulder. Causing his broom to spin into Malfoy's. The two boys came crashing to the ground.
"Damn, that was a hard hit," Seamus swore.
Harry lifted his head and held up his hand which had enclosed the tiny golden snitch.
"POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!!!" Seamus screamed!
The rest of the Gryffindor teams landed their brooms and came charging towards Harry.
"Harry you did it!" Ginny shrilled throwing her arms around Harry's neck, causing him to flinch in pain.
"Ouch!" Harry cringed.
"Damn you Potter!" Malfoy shrilled charging towards him with his wand outstretched.
A sharp burst of light flashed from the Ravenclaw stands causing Malfoy to fly backwards. The stands fell silent as Malfoy hit the edge of the pitch with a hard thud.
Madame Hooch ran onto the pitch looking angry, "who hexed Mr. Malfoy?"
"I don't know Madame Hooch," Harry said as his eyes wandered through the Ravenclaw stands.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "very well, I want you and Mr. Malfoy to report to the hospital wing. I want to see a clean bill of health if you plan on playing in your next game this afternoon."
Harry was about to answer her when Cho threw herself around Harry's neck, "are you okay?"
Harry cringed again.
"Oh I'm sorry," Cho apologized throwing her hands over her mouth.
He forced a smile, "it's okay."
The Slytherins were helping Malfoy to his feet as he wobbled around drunkenly.
"Did you hex him?" Harry asked Cho, holding his shoulder which was dangling awkwardly.
"No, I was already heading down to the field," Cho confessed, looked at Harry with a worried expression.
"You better get going, we'll take Harry to the hospital wing," Ginny insisted as she offered herself as a crutch for Harry to lean on.
"Cho come on, we need to get ready," Michael yelled.
She bid her goodbyes to Harry, and took off to join the rest of her team.
"I think you've dislocated it," Ginny said as Harry flinched with every step.
"Mate, that looks painful," Ron added.
Harry gave him a look, "it is painful."
"Oh, what in the world was Dumbledore thinking. I knew this tournament was a bad idea. Mr. Potter, what in the name of Merlin am I going to do with you. Every year I fix you up, and you just end up right back in here," Madame Pomfrey rambled as she helped Harry to a nearby bed.
"Will he be able to play in the next game?" Dennis Creevy asked.
Madame Pomfrey looked amazed, "I can fix him up, but if he plays I can't guarantee you won't re-injure it. Now, hold your breath Mr. Potter, this might hurt a little."
Harry let out a yelp that caused everyone to cringe as Madame Pomfrey used a setting spell to relocate Harry's limp shoulder. She then game him a pain potion and told him to rest.
"Madame Pomfrey said you need to recuperate a couple hours, we'll see you this afternoon," Ginny told Harry as Madame Pomfrey pushed them out of the room.
Harry sighed, he was pretty confident that the Raveclaws would beat the Hufflepuffs, which would mean that they would probably have to beat the Ravenclaws to be in the finals.
The pain potion finally started to kick in as Harry leaned his head back against the pillow, and decided to take a quick nap. He forced his eyes closed, but the tension that was building in his stomach wouldn't let him drift off into the world of dreams. Instead he laid away, wondering how badly he truly wanted to win.
The dreaded hour finally came and Harry slowly made his way back down to the Quidditch pitch. He pushed open the Gryffindor locker room, where his team looked like they were about to vomit.
"What happened?" Harry asked staring at everyone.
Pavarti looked up, "the Ravenclaws wons. If we don't win this next game, we don't make it to the finals. We don't have enough points."
"Harry, we need your word you won't throw the game," Dennis said bluntly.
Harry huffed, "I'm not going to throw the game."
The Gryffindor team nodded, and moments later found themselves taking their positions on the pitch.
"Now remember, a good clean game," Madame Hooch said before throwing the Quaffle into the air.
Harry tried not to look at Cho as they circled high above the pitch. She hovered close to him, "remember my challenge Harry."
"I remember," he responded.
She gave him a smile as she started tagging him, since he did have the better eye out of the two. Harry examined the pitch, scanning each and every inch of it. As he glanced at the Professor's stands his heart sank. Only Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall were in the stands. Hermione's word repeated themselves in Harry's head over and over, when suddenly his scar erupted into pain.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Cho asked flying next to him.
He looked up at her, "something isn't right."
Her eyes widened as she stared over towards the dark forest, "it's getting dark."
Harry swallowed as he let his eyes wander towards the forest.
"Harry, what's going on?" she pleaded.
Everyone in the stadium was watching and cheering, oblivious to what was unfolding.
Then they appeared, tall dark figures that were the very definition of pain and misery.
He didn't have to tell Cho what was wrong. She saw them for herself and began shaking uncontrollably. Harry grabbed her and pulled her onto his Firebolt. He motioned to Seamus and pointed to the forest.
"Professor," Seamus said nudging Professor McGonagall as they looked in the direction Harry was pointing. She gasped before yanking the mic out of Seamus hand.
"All students report to the castle at once!" she demanded, "everyone go quickly."
Since only about a fourth of the student body could actually see what was approaching, the students sat motionless, puzzled to what was going on.
"IT'S DEMENTORS! RUN!" Harry screamed as he struggled to keep Cho from falling out of his grip.
The Dementors were closing in and Harry scar was burning more with every step they took.
"We've got to get back to the castle!" Harry screamed at Ron and Ginny who were approaching him.
They all took off towards the castle, but it looked like a swarm of bees trying to enter a bee hive at the same time.
"They're never going to make it!" Ginny shrilled.
Cho had gone completely pale as Harry shot towards an open window.
"Go to the Room of Requirements," Harry instructed her
He took off back towards the crowd of pushing screaming students where he spotted Neville and Hermione trying to fight their way through.
"Hermione, give me your hand!" Harry screamed at her holding his hand out.
"Harry, get back to the castle. You know you have trouble fighting Dementors!" she yelled back.
"Give me your bloody hand!" Harry fussed back.
She finally conceded, holding her hand out towards him. He jerked her up onto this Firebolt then dashed off to the same open window he had just dropped Cho off at.
"I told Cho to go to the Room of Requirements, go!" Harry fussed before dashing back down towards the crowd.
"Neville!" Harry called throwing his hand out towards him.
He was about to grab Neville's hand when a group of hysterical students tried to pull him down off his broom. He narrowly made his way out of their clutches.
"Shit!" Harry cursed. "NEVILLE, GO TO THE ROOM!"
Neville nodded and some of the other DA members also heard him and were nodding as well.
Harry flew into an above window, and was followed by Ron, Ginny, Pavarti and Dennis.
"Where are we going?" Dennis asked nervously.
"The Room of Requirements," Harry stated.
After they turned the second corridor they ran into some of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team who was obviously heading to the same place.
"Where is Cho?" Michael Corner asked suddenly.
"She's fine, I sent her to the Room of Requirements," Harry replied, not slowing his pace.
"House Cup," Harry spat as the door appeared and opened.
"Harry," Hermione wailed throwing her arms around his neck.
"Why in the world are the Dementors attacking Hogwarts, and how did they get past Dumbledores's charm?" Ginny wailed.
The door busted open a moment later and a few of the Hufflepuff member pushed in.
Hannah was sobbing hysterically as Zach was trying to comfort her.
"Shit Harry, it's horrible. McGonagall and Hagrid were trying to fend off like a thousand Dementors, I doubt they are going to be very successful. We barely made it inside ourselves," Ernie spat throwing his head into his hands.
The door opened again and Luna, Neville and Padma rushed in.
"They were attacking students, we could hear them screaming," Padma cried.
Cho was still shaking as Michael was rubbing the sides of her arms, trying to comfort her.
"Where are the rest of the Professor?" Harry asked slightly impatiently.
Hermione closed her eyes, "we've got to get help."
"It isn't like we can just floo over to the Order, we don't have any floo powder," Ron fussed.
"Isn't this the Room of Requirements, if we want floo powder it should just appear," Ginny argued.
The door to the room opened again and Terry Boot and Susan Bones made their appearance.
"Okay, we're not flooing to the Order, not everyone in this room knows about the Order, and the secret keeper has to tell you it's location before you can get there. We're going to floo to the ministry," Harry instructed, "right into Minister Fudge's office."
"We can't leave everyone here undefended, we have to do something," Ginny fussed.
Hermione shook her head, "we can't do it ourself. We need Aurors, we aren't ready to take on an army of Dementors."
"I'm not going," Harry suddenly said.
Hermione and Ron both reared on Harry at the same time, "what?"
"I'm staying. Ginny is right, we can't just leave," Harry repeated.
Cho stood up, still shaking, "I'm staying with you."
"No," Harry said instantly, "I'm doing it alone."
"Like hell you are," Michael Corner argued.
"I'm staying too," Neville said firmly.
Zach Smith pulled Hannah into his chest, "you guys are crazy. We're students, we can't take on thousands of Dementors."
"Harry, I hate to say it, but Smith is right," Ron agreed.
"It's our choice if we stay, if you want to go, than go," Ginny argued.
"I want to go, I don't want to stay," Hannah cried.
A loud piercing scream made everyone jerk their heads up towards the door.
"Whatever we do, we need to do it fast," Dennis said nervously.
"I'm staying," Ginny said firmly.
Ron looked at her, "absolutely not, mum would kill me!"
"I'm staying too, my brother is still out there," Dennis seconded.
"I also refuse to go, what if he who must not be named as a Horned Tooth Parsnel," Luna said seriously.
Hermione looked worried, "Harry, I'll stay if you do, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"Hermione!" Ron snapped.
"I'm not leaving," Michael voiced suddenly.
"Who wants to go?" Ginny asked.
"I'm going," Zach spat.
Hannah nodded as she continued to sob.
"I'm going to, it just doesn't make sense to stay," Padma said, as she lowered her head in disappointment.
"I hate to say it, but I agree with Padma," Paul Keebler.
"I'm going to, we need to get help," Susan Bones argued, "it's suicide fighting like this."
"Anyone else?" Ginny asked.
Harry shook his head, "I agree with Susan, you guys can't stay and fight."
"Harry, we're not leaving you!" Cho screamed, as she slowly started to control her shaking.
"We divide into groups," Ginny started.
"NO," Harry said instantly, "if we go, we go as a group."
He looked over at Susan, "tell Dumbledore that we're going after the Purebloods United."