A/N: Well, school's started again, so I can finally write! I wanted to cry after reading Half Blood Prince this summer and think that SPOILER> Snape needs to DIE. Haha. end Spoiler> But ok. Now that Half Blood Prince is out, Im going to write this as if the Death Eaters attacked, but there were no sniff deaths. (At least not that very heartbreaking one.)
Chapter 5: Revenge of the D.A.
Hermione woke the next morning still a little flustered from the night before. She still couldn't believe that her parents were dead. She knew that she would have to deal with it one day, but that day had not yet come. Yawning, she climbed out of bed and went to the trunk at the end of her bed. Opening it up and reaching inside, she pulled out her uniform and pulled it on. Pinning her Head Girl badge on, she picked up her wand and went down the stairs to meet with Harry and Ron. Ron was standing there, but Harry she saw was on his way out the portrait hole with Ginny. Hermione rolled her eyes. I knew Ginny wouldn't let it end.
She looked at Ron. For the first time, she noticed things about him that she hadn't before. The way his hair laid, how blue his eyes were, just how tall he really was, things she never thought she would notice about him. But then again, after last year how could she not? Ron looked at her nervously and asked, "Well, er, want to head down to breakfast?" Hermione nodded and they climbed out the portrait hall.
The walk down to the Great Hall seemed to take forever. An awkward silence lay over both of them. Finally Ron turned to Hermione and stopped her. "Hermione…" She looked up at him as he searched for words. Finally he sighed. "Never mind."
Hermione was confused, but then again, it was Ron. He'd never been easy to figure out…Unless he was on a rant. Then it was easy to tell. They reached the Great Hall to find a very loud and very large row between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. This didn't surprise them, but the fact that it was Neville with his wand pointed at Malfoy did.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARENTS? IT'S YOUR LOTS FAULT THEY'RE DEAD! BELLATRIX LESTRANGE KILLED THEM! BUT THEN AGAIN, YOU KNEW THAT, DIDN'T YOU? YOU PROBABLY HAVE HER OVER TO DINNER!" Neville's face was so red from anger that he would have matched a Gryffindor banner perfectly, his hand squeezing his wand so tight that it was dangerously close to breaking.
Malfoy's face contorted into a sneer. "So what if we did have her to dinner? You think I'm afraid of you Longbottom? You and your grimy little toad? Well think again. I have more power than you'll EVER have. Just remember that. You think you can hurt me? Me, when I've got Fenrir Greyback on my side? Well, we'll just see about-"
His words were cut off with the shouts of Luna, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione shooting various spells at him. The Great Hall erupted in a flash of various colors as the spells hit their target and then there was silence. Malfoy lay sprawling on the floor with giant front teeth, bright orange tentacles growing from his legs, a large gash on his arm, a clearly broken wrist, a bloody nose, and bat bogies attacking him. Professor McGonagall ran over to the group of now at least a hundred and fifty students. "What happned?"
Ginny retold the whole story as Neville was no in sobs. "…And so we attacked him. He threatened Neville with Fenrir Greyback! The same werewolf who mauled Bill!"
McGonagall was clearly puzzled as what to do. Finally she spoke. "Crabbe, Goyle, take Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing. He will then serve a month's worth of detention with me. As for you all…One detention each. And," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "ten points a piece."
They looked at each other, stunned. The giant bell rang overhead. Hermione looked up. "We'd best get to class…" Turning, they left the Great Hall for their classes.
