Remorse

by Jackie The Half-Blood Lion

When Christmas brings an unexpected letter, the Golden Trio must figure out two things. One, who sent the mysterious letter, and two, how to deal with the sticky situations it might lead to. But will Harry be able to forgive, not one, but three people? One of which he is so close to, he never would have suspected.

7. Chapter 7: Spells and Deception

Sorry I haven't updated in so long! I've been really focused on my other story (When Everything Goes Wrong). Without further ado, next chapter!

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Hermione's POV

Preparing for the meeting wasn't easy. Professor McGonagall had given us a list of defensive and offensive spells to learn. But, as usual, I found them moderately easy and got it right first time, whereas the boys took about ten tries to get each spell right.

Struckus - Sticks target's feet to the ground, as well as any other bodily parts touching the ground.

Mevereta - Deflects opponents spell and sends it back at them.

Canbuli - Blinds victim for ten minutes.

Telnore - Body swells until rival cannot move.

These were just a few

"Hey, Harry" I called to him. "This is the one you used in third year, isn't it?"

Harry looked confused for a moment, and then laughed loudly, realization dawning upon his frowning face. Ron glanced at the spell and guffawed loudly, which made me giggle. The laughter was contagious and soon we all had tears streaming down our faces. We had precious little to be happy about these days, so this was a welcome reprieve from the oppressive darkness that we usually sat in. Ginny came in and gawped at us rolling around on the floor, which only made us laugh harder.

"What are you lot up to?"

"Hey, she sounds just like you 'Mione!" I glared at Ron half-heartedly. "Sorry."

"You'd better be, Ronald."

"Well," Harry stretched. "I'm done. I'm going to bed."

Ron yawned quickly. "Yeah, me too." He peeked at me.

I shook my head in despair. I was practically their mother, the way those two behaved. The only way I could get Ron to act his age was to threaten to write to his mother. She was a formidable woman, no one could tell her what to do, except Dumbledore of course, but he was gone now.

"Um, Hermione?" Ginny interrupted my train of thought on its track to nowhere. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm, me? Yes, I'm fine. Just a little bit distracted." It was hard not to spill everything to her right there and then, but I knew I couldn't.

"Okay..." Ginny didn't sound convinced.

"I'm good, really. Thanks for asking Gin." It was hard to lie to my best girl friend, but I had to.

I went upstairs too. Tomorrow was going to be a very big day. Or night.

Whichever.