Disclamier: As always I do not own Harry Potter.
I sat hidden behind a large wardrobe in the back corner of the Room of Requirement. My head was shoved between my knees to prevent myself from hyperventilating. I waited hidden from view with my hands shaking and my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Memories of the first DA was flooding through my head. Visions of Harry gently caressing my hand to correct wand movements, him standing in the middle of a circle of people explaining the new form of defense we were going to learn. Momentarily immobilized by these memories, memories of how great of a person he was, memories that brought along others. It was those that tore at my broken heart as a reminder of how much I loved him, and of how much he hurt me. But now was the time to stand up and take control. The DA was returning, this time with new leaders and a slightly different purpose.
The sound of the doors to the Room of Requirement opening reached my ears. Nothing but the shuffling of feet was heard subsequent to the 'puff' of the door shutting. I breathed deeply and came to my feet. I hobbled out from behind the wardrobe to face the troops before me. Less than a dozen of my fellow students stood before me, and each and every one of them was staring back at me with an odd look.
"What? You never spend time behind wardrobes ?" I questioned the group.
"She's suppose to lead us?"
"Shh! Shut up.."
"I heard that!" I shouted at the whispering duo " If you have an issue with me you can just leave. You already signed a contract, if you speak a word of these meetings outside of this room and to anyone else that has not signed also, you will become mute, paralyzed, and purple. Oh, and the space behind a wardrobe is a bloody fantastic place. You should visit there some time." My little miniature speech was met with looks of a mix of fear and interest.
"Now that everyone knows what is in store for them if they speak a word of this to anyone, and the fantasticness of the space behind a wardrobe, we can get this meeting started," Neville declared as he stepped up to face the cluster of students.
"We're all here for many reasons. We're here to continue our education in the defense against the dark arts, which is especially important now. We are also here to have a united front against the evil that has decided to reside itself inside of our school," I spoke loudly to the group. "Hogwarts is no longer the safest place for us. This room is now the only place we can be sure that no one is watching us. If you need a safe place to hide, to get healed, to recover, this is it. The people in this room are the only ones you can fully trust, because we are the ones refusing to back down. I don't know about any of you, but I am not going to give up. I'm not going down with out a fight."
With the reassurance that they are not the only ones fed up with how the school has been running, the resistance against Voldmort had officially began.
A/N: This is my massivly short update, but I figure its better than nothing. The next chapter should be a normal length, if not longer. Review please!
