Disclaimer: So I took a DNA test and found out that I was not J.K. Rowling. Who would have thunk it?

I stared back at the faces in front of me, at least half of the old D.A. members. They all looked nervous and worried, but at the same time, they looked very excited. A sense of mischief ran through the room, along with nervous glances and snickers and smirks.

Merlin, what was I doing here?

"So, how do we know we can trust you," Zachariah Smith asked.

I frowned at him. "You were always one for skepticism, weren't you Smith."

He glared at me. "You still didn't answer my question."

"You're here aren't you? This obviously means that some part of you trusts me already. But if you're so intent on being a prick, the doors that way."

Zachariah Smith continued to glare at me, but then he looked away, pouting. I looked to Ginny who smiled and winked.

"Right," I said. "Anyone else think I'm not trustworthy?"

When no one answered, I nodded, getting up from my seat on the table. "So, I'm here to help you, I guess. Bear with me, alright? Because I'm definitely not very good at this whole thing . . . and I'm definitely not sure what I'm going to help you do. . . . But I'm here to help. . . ."

I stopped because my speech didn't feel to convincing. Neville and Ginny smiled encouragingly at me. I took a deep breath and continued. "This isn't like two years ago, everyone. This is serious, the real thing. If we get caught doing this, we won't just get expelled. If we get caught, we could get killed."

Collected gasps ran the room as people exchanged glances. I frowned. "I'm not going to lie to you guys. This isn't a game. We have to realize that. I'm sorry if that scares you. . . . But, the thing is, because it's so serious, I don't want you to do anything."

"Than what is the point?" someone asked from the back of the room.

"The point," I said, "is to make it through this war, all of us, so we can see a new year."

Even Ginny and Neville looked confused now. Everyone looked around at their friends, glancing up at me strangely.

"So . . . what on earth do you expect us to do then?" Zachariah said, frowning.

I smirked. "Stay out of trouble . . . or at least, don't get caught."

Slowly, people caught on, the smiles spreading around the room. Ginny laughed out loud, saying, "Now that's the Weasley Motto."

"So do we all agree?" I asked. "If you're going to cause trouble, I don't want to know anything about it and I definitely don't want to hear about you getting sent to Snape's office. All right?"

There were murmured accents and smiles. I grinned back. "Right. . . . Give them hell."

A/N: So, hope you enjoyed. I can't think of a teaser at the moment so you'll just have to wait until the next chapter. Sorry it was short. I suppose I'll see you next time.