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Chapter Three - Dumbledore's Army

I sauntered down the corridors and up the stairways with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. They were leading me to the Gryffindor Common Room, and behind us, a few other Gryffindors (including those damn Marmalades) followed a few steps behind. Everything had been pretty quiet since Ginny had said she loved this "Harry." I really didn't know what to say, since I never personally knew him. Sure, he was in a couple History books and I'd read about him in the Daily Prophet, but that was a completely different thing.

I saw Vlaine and James sitting on a huge windowsill and talking. "Be right back," I said to the other braves, and I stumbled over to the Madery's kids as they went to go talk to some Ravenclaws.

"Hey you," said James, nodding. "How's Gryffindor?"

"It's alright, o' course, I'll have to wait until I see the common room. How's it with you and Slytherin?" I asked, pointing at him in a sort of fun-joking way.

"Great, I've made good friends already, with a boy named Draco Malfoy, he's pretty famous, my parents talked about his family all the time. My House doesn't seem to fancy yours too much, Juliet." He looked up.

"So I've heard," I said, grinning.

"It's okay, though, I could never hate you - R.O.W. sticks together."

I laughed. "I've got Transfiguration and Herbology with you, then, James?"

"Yeah, I'll see you then, Jule - You and Vlaine, I gotta go meet up with some friends in the common room. See you." He waved a tiny bit and was off, and I took his place, sitting next to Vlaine.

"So, you liking Hufflepuff?" I questioned, scooting over towards him.

"Indeed," he exclaimed with a sort of "chuckle-hearty-laugh." "Everyone's nice, you know, great House to be in. I trust those kids you were walking with are your new friends?"

I nodded. "Yeah, they're great. Where's your chums, then?"

He shrugged. "I haven't really talked to anyone yet, I think it's because a bunch of girls just crowd around me."

"Ahhh, so you're a ladies' man then?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"'Course not," he said, scratching his head. Then he gave me a serious look. "Listen - we really need to talk. About those others in your house - I don't think they belong here."

We were talking in a whisper tone now. We couldn't be heard. If anyone who wasn't part of R.O.W. heard, who know what could happen?

"I know," I said, cringing. "They can't be. They're too... well, stupid."

"You're the only one in their house. Can you investigate them for a while? Maybe even get them to confess that they're not part of R.O.W."

"I'll see what I can do. I have to get up to the Room first- I think the girl's in the dormitory below me."

He nodded. "I have to go meet up with James and his friends. He wants me to meet them. So I'll see you." He stood up and walked away while waving. Then he added: "Meet me in the Library tomorrow at six pm."

"See you."

I returned to the others and headed up the steps. Of course, they had been talking to the two perfect blondies.

"Hey, you! Juliet!"

I turned around, and ironically was greeted by John's smirking face.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"How're you liking Hogwarts, then?" he asked, catching up to me and the others. Hermione gave me a sympathetic look. She could tell I didn't like this guy.

"It's great. How're you adjusting to it?"

"Good, good. I'm making a lot of friends."

"I see... then..." How do I get this guy to speak up? "What was your old school like?"

"You know, the usual..." he murmured. He was hiding something, and very obviously. I wasn't the only one to notice.

Ginny spoke up. "Do they sort you in houses?"

He shook his head. "No. And we were just all randomly placed in different dorms. That like."

"What classes did you take?" asked Hermione. The look on her face was suspiscious.

"Oh, you know.. uhhh..." It looked like he was thinking pretty hard. How could he not remember his own classes? "Spells... History... Runes... Flying. That sort."

"Just a spells class?" I asked. "Spells" was too elaborate to be one class.

"Yeah, yeah.. defence, healing, curses, charms, all that."

He was trying to pull it off well, but obviously wasn't getting anywhere.

"Curses?" asked Ron curiously, finally talking.

John shrugged, then looked alarmed. "Oh, curses? Did I say curses? Odd. I gotta go. See you," he said to everyone with a sort of embarrassed-angry-at-self look on his face. Then he looked just at me. "And talk to you later."

He was probably going to go plan how to kill me.

"What a geek," Ginny exlaimed with a nervous laugh. "That school doesn't seem real."

"Well, it's a new school," explained Hermione. "Started around twenty-five years ago. The Founders died around sixteen or seventeen years ago too, so it doesn't even have proper beginnings."

"How'd the founders die?" Ginny looked a bit surprised.

"Voldemort," I answered before Hermione had had the chance to respond. "Killed them with his favorite spell, the Killing Curse, right in their own school. The school's of normal muggle school size, with hardly any protection. After the founders died, the new people that took over added underground classrooms and a bunch of new buildings."

"And for God knows what," continued Hermione. "It was all over the Daily Prophet a few years ago - That a bunch of students just didn't show up at their home after Summer Holiday began. But everyone was more focused on the Triwizard Tournament."

"Who're the people that took over?" said Ginny, in a kind of whispering tone.

"Don't know. Don't think anyone besides students know."

We came to a portrait of a rather obese lady.

"Snugglekins," murmured Ginny, and the door swung open and we stepped inside the Common Room. It was a cozy looking room, with a fireplace and sofas and lamps and even a chess table. She then looked at me. "I'll show you to your dorm since it's close to mine than Hermione's. Night all."

"I need to do a bit of reading anyway," said Hermione, plopping down on a sofa with a stack of at least eight books.

Ron waved and sauntered over to the Boys' Dorm Stairs, where an African boy and a pale dark-haired boy waited for him.

I followed Ginny up the steps and wandered over to the bed next to my things after waving to her. The other girls in the room were already sound asleep. They all looked so young. I couldn't believe that I was stuck with them. They seemed like they'd be my little sister or the girl I had to babysit back home.

I lay in bed in a sort of half-awake/half-asleep mode.

What was going to happen at this new school?

How could I carry out the mission, when there were two fake blokes pretending to be respected R.O.W. transfers? They hadn't been through training for R.O.W., and you could tell pretty much just by looking at them. R.O.W. members had to hide their missions and their "passion," of course, but you could never be that casual after one week at training camp or a special R.O.W. class. You picked up on every little detail, like the letters in someone's last name, or people murmuring gossip on the streets, or people talking about the Order or the D.A...

Then I remembered, I had to mirror Crystal about the D.A. I glanced at my watch. It was two in the morning, and I doubt anyone would be awake at this time, and I didn't want to wake up any of the wee-little-girls in my dorm that needed their "beauty sleep," so I headed down the Common Room and plopped down the sofa, pulling out my little compact mirror. I was like one of those teen spies on Canadian television, only I wasn't blonde and I didn't have a football player boyfriend.

"Crystal Brenswick," I whispered. The mirror turned to a blackish-blue color.

"Juliet!" I heard a little shout come from the mirror and a pretty blue-silver-eyed blonde appeared in the mirror. Crystal, one of my best friends in the world. The one who always got the guys, because of course she was half veela. You couldn't be part of the R.O.W. unless you had a couple special traits or special blood. I bet half of the R.O.W. members were half-non-human. I was part vampire too, but only a fourth, and it didn't even make me look different than a normal person would.

"Crystal. What do you know about the D.A.?"

"Dumbledore's Army?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"You've asked the right person, Jules. I picked that as one of my majors, you know. Anywho... It's a group of people at Hogwarts that fight in the name of good and such, and they learn and practice Defense Against the Dark Arts spells, since a couple years ago Hogwarts was under a different Headmaster than normal, you know, so the DADA program was pretty horrible. They practiced in an enchanted room called the 'Room of Requirement.' It's a room that only appears when you need it, and it appears as what you need it to be. For them, it was a practice-room and classroom."

"Yeah, I heard some kids say that the D.A. would be investigating something. Probably our arrival."

"The D.A. should be split up by now," said Crystal with a confused squint.

"Well, they obviously haven't. Who're the members?"

"In order... Hannah Abbott, Lavendar Brown, Susan Bones, Terry Boot, Cho Chang, Michael Corner, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Marietta Edgecombe who was kicked out after reporting the group, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Seamus Finnegan, Anthony Goldstein, Hermione Granger, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ernie Macmillian, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Harry Potter who was the leader, Alicia Spinnet, Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Ronald Weasley. Many have already graduated and left Hogwarts."

I blinked. "I know some of those people. They're my friend now, I guess."

"I guess it must exist now, then..." murmured Crystal. "I'll have to alert the teacher, then." She laughed.

"Listen... see if you can spend at least a term here since you've specialized it. And I'm guessing you'll need to talk to Remus Lupin, anyways. He's Headmaster here."

"You're kidding. He and Albus are worlds apart."

I nodded. "I know. I can only imagine how the students feel. Er, the other students."

"Yes, yes... I'll do that tomorrow. Listen, I have to go study for the exams on the Order that I'm having tomorrow. Then I'm off to bed, like you should be since the time's different. Mirror me tomorrow night, then. Bye."

"Ciao."

The mirror returned to a reflection of myself, and I dragged my now-tired self to the staircase and slowly walked up the steps, careful not to make too much noise. Right before I entered my dorm, I heard a voice in the room below.

I recognized it as Isabelle's.

"Stupid git," she shouted, obvious she was trying to keep quiet, but once again obviously not doing that. "I'm doing a great job! The stupid Are-Oh-Double-You's are just too damn clever."

A snappy voice came. "You can do better, and you know you can. Stop trying to be a pretty little slut for the males and get to work. You're property of me, and only me."

"Master, you don't understand -- !"

"Absconditusdolor!"

"Fuck." Groans of pain from Isabelle. "I'm sorry, master, I'll do better."

"Good. Farewell, love."

"Farewell, Master."

A clicking sound and silence.

I waited at least twenty minutes after that silence before finally entering the dorm and running into bed.