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A/N: So, this is probably just a filler chapter. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Coming to a close quickly, I'm afraid. I'll miss this story.
I stared around the table, shocked and distressed.
We, us younger adults, had been invited to an Order meeting to discuss Voldemort and everything that has happened recently about two weeks after Blaise and I had arrived there. Thankfully, Blaise and I had been spared from having to tell our story seeing as how McGonagall somehow already knew.
But now what they were expecting was totally off the wall. It made total sense, but it was totally crazy.
They wanted Blaise, the heir of Voldemort, to lead them back to the Death Eaters.
"We – you – he can't!" I said. "That's – it's dangerous! And they're after him now! They kill him if he even shows up!"
McGonagall, who had been sitting next to me, placed a hand on my shoulder. "We know it's dangerous, Alurea, but it's the only option that we have. It'll give us the upper hand, the edge of surprise, now that the Horcruxes are officially gone. And we, the Order, will all be right there, to protect him."
"Well, then, I'm going too," I said, crossing my arms.
"Uh, no you're not," Blaise said, finally looking at me. He hadn't looked at me the whole meeting. Maybe because he knew I'd freak out about this 'plan' eventually.
"Uh, yes I am," I said.
"No, you're not, Alurea. You don't even have a wand. And I'm not the only one Voldemort wants dead now."
"So, do you just expect me to sit here and wait to find out if this 'plan' went all right, because that's not happening."
"I expect you to just let us go along with the plan and stay here and be safe."
"I'm not just going to sit here, Blaise! I'm part of this too and I'm coming with you!"
"No, you're not!" Blaise glared at me, standing up. "For once, Alurea, just once will you listen to someone other than your own stubbornness? You're not coming!"
Angrily I stood to my feet too. "Fine, then I don't want to be part of this meeting."
Feeling like a child who just got scolded, I left the room, hurrying back up the stairs to my own room. I hated being so absolutely helpless and useless. There didn't seem to be anything I could do to talk them out of this maniac scheme and Blaise, being all noble or whatever, was going to put himself in jeopardy to save others. Don't get me wrong, I was proud of him for being so brave, but I'm selfish too. I had just gotten Blaise back after three years and now, I was scared to lose him.
I slammed the door fiercely, staring at it for a moment before the tears came. I turned my back to the door and slid to the floor, pressing my face into my hands.
It just wasn't fair.