A/N: Hello my lovely people. This is a sequel/prequel to The Ground Stains Red. See you at the bottom!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or Harry Potter
Fifth Year
As Beca ran closer to the DADA class, she could hear Umbridge screaming at an unfortunate soul and cursed when she knew that her tardiness would earn her a scream fest as well. She shoved the door open right as Umbridge got right in Lily's face.
"Detention!" Umbridge screamed at Lily. Th quiet Asian girl glared and whispered rapidly. "Speak up or I'll give you another detention!"
"You're abusing your power as Professor." Beca walked into the classroom and sat down. "She doesn't talk louder. It's her thing." Beca shrugged.
Umbridge balked. "And why are you late Ms. Mitchell?"
Said Slytherin made a face. "I was helping a first year get their books from Peeves."
"One hour detention for being late and another for talking without turn."
Beca clenched her fist and sighed, nodding her head that she understood.
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"Mitchell, wait!"
She passed next to a suit of armor that stuck it's foot out and tripped Malfoy and turned around to wait. She watched the group of girls approach and took a step back, hand sliding into her pocket and grabbing her wand.
"Relax Mitchell. We wanted to say thank you and to stop by the Astronomy Tower after your detention. We have some prepared ointment for her 'detentions'." Aubrey grimaced at the word.
"Did you have detention with her? Any of you?" Beca asked.
"We all have. Red, Blondie, Lily, Stace and I the most. Why?" Amy stepped closer to Beca and Beca just raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.
"No reason." She turned and walked away.
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The next morning Umbridge waddled into the Great Hall, her skin green and covered in warts. She ignored the laughter that erupted from the students and stalked over to a smirking brunette at the Slytherin table.
"Fix it! You fix it right this instant! You change me back you little demon!" She screamed and the Great Hall went deathly silent.
"I don't know what you're talking about. But I recommend that you go to the Hospital Wing to get it fixed." Beca's tone was even and the smirk carefully hidden in her eyes.
"Detention for the rest of the year!" She screeched.
"What?! You can't even prove it was me!" Beca seemed to tower over the professor even though Umbridge was a few inches taller.
"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore boomed. "Beca did you do this?"
Beca shifted her eyes over to the Weasley twins and the surrounding Gryffindors and Dumbledore followed her gaze. His eyes filled with understanding and he opened his mouth.
"Yeah I did it." Beca lied. Dumbledore paused in surprise and he stared at her before flicking his eyes back over to the stunned table of lions. He smiled a sad smile then.
"Detention for a month. Ms. Mitchell, can I have a word with you?"
At her hesitant nod, he glided out of the door and she followed him to his office.
"Ms. Mitchell, care for a lemon drop?" Dumbledore held out a bowl. She shook her head, eyes taking in the sleeping portraits of past headmasters and mistresses. "Alright then, want to tell me why you covered for the Weasley twins?"
"I didn't sir. They didn't pull the prank, someone else did."
Dumbledore's eyes widened twinkling eyes taking in the fifth year lions sitting next to them. "Ah. Ms. Beale and Ms. Posen."
Beca nodded. "When I left detention with Umbridge, they had told me they had ointment for her detention," Dumbledore's eyes darkened, "so I went there. Only, I arrived there earlier than they thought and I over heard them talking about the prank. I couldn't let them get in trouble, Professor."
Her voice and face was so earnest, the Headmaster couldn't help but smile in kind. "I take it you'll still take the detentions, even if you didn't do it?" Beca nodded rapidly. "Alright, you'll serve the month detention, but with your Head of House."
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"Dumbledore told me what had happened." Snape drawled from his desk. "You do these crazy things for them and yet you are blind to everything." Beca paused in scraping the cauldrons and gave him and incredulous look. "Don't give me that look," He never looked away from the Daily Prophet, "you are painfully oblivious to everything."
Beca rolled her eyes. "I am not."
"Oh, but you are." He finally whipped the paper away from his face to reveal a smirk. "I see the way they look at you in class, the way you look at them. They love each other, but they also love you. It's not hard to see that."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
Snape smirks. "When it comes to my snakes, I always know."
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"What is a snake doing here?" Smith spits out, glaring at Beca.
"I found her. Defending first year Hufflepuffs from the Squad." Hermione snaps back. "She has good recommendations from several people, sparing people from detentions with Umbridge, refusing to join the Squad, defended other people from her own house."
"I also said she could already join." Harry quips, handing Beca the fake Galleon. "She also happens to be a great dueler." He gives her a grin.
"This could be a ruse! She'll sell us out the moment she gets caught!" Smith was yelling now and people were slowly backing away from him.
Beca raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "You're being serious? Why in the world would I give out twenty plus students? Do I look dumb?" A murmur went through the gathered kids. "Wow, someone really did that?"
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Chang snapped.
"It was just a question Chang, relax." Beca looked around and froze on two people. "You have got to be kidding me."
Chloe gave her a hesitant smile and Aubrey gave her a slight incline of the head. Beca gave them a blank stare. She turned back to Harry.
"Do you assign partners?" He shook his head, face confused. "Duel any particular people?" Another shake. "Okay, why the fake Galleon?"
"I actually got the idea from the Dark Mark. Harry has the coin to set the time and dates and when he sets them, they warm to let you know so you can check." Hermione explained. "And, if for some reason a member gets checked, it'll look like a Galleon and non-suspicious."
"Brightest witch of the year for a reason." Harry grinned at Hermione.
"So, you joined a secret club called 'Dumbledore's Army'?" Jesse asked again.
"Yes, Umbridge refuses to teach us, so Potter and his friends organized the club." Beca pushed around her eggs. She sighed.
"Still refusing to talk to them?" His voice was soft, softer than she had ever heard him use.
"They aren't exactly going out of their way to talk to me either." Beca's voice was small. "I don't even know what I did and Isabelle refused to tell me, saying they had to tell me."
"They'll come around Becs, I know they will." He patted her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. "Wanna play Quidditch?"
He let out a booming laugh at her eager nod. "Race you there!"
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"Beca, run!"
She watched her uncle dive to side to avoid the deadly green curse.
"Bombarda Maxima!" She put as much power as she could into the spell and watched as the surrounding Death Eaters flew back into the dust.
"Beca!" Jesse grabbed her arm and tugged her out-of-the-way of a sickly yellow curse.
"Expulso!" The bright blue curse blew through the smoke and the ground shook. "Shit! We need to go!"
Beca was about to respond when a spell hit her, sending her flying back.
"Beca, get up!"
She didn't get up.
She couldn't get up.
Because the pain was unbearable and Beca wanted to die just to end it, but instead, she heard her uncle's fading voice screaming and bright flashes pass in darkening eyesight and she barely felt herself being picked up before she blacked out.
"- ttacked! She almost died because of it and you're going to tell me that it wasn't Death Eaters? Are you touched in the head?!" Jesse was screaming.
"Why are you screaming? Who almost died?" She wanted to ask; but she couldn't move, her mouth refusing to work and her limbs weighing more than she remembered.
She hears sniffles and they sound familiar, but she couldn't place it with her uncle's harsh breathing and muttered curses.
"There was no evidence of Death Eaters-"
Outraged cries echo around the room.
"What about the three bodies? They were dressed in the robes of the You-Know-Who followers!" A familiar voice, a warm voice, an older voice.
But they were yelling and it was hurting Beca's head, so she tried again. "-op yelling... my head..." The room quiets and she can hear people shuffling closer.
"Beca?" Jesse's voice was heartbroken. "Baby girl? Can you hear me?"
"Shh." Beca slurs back. "I'm tired."
"Okay Beca." A beat of silence and she's about to fall asleep when he speaks up again. "Beca, the Beales and Posens are here, along with Professors Snape and Dumbledore, okay? They wanted to check on you and make sure you were ok-" Her eyes flutter close, dazed dark blue eyes staring blankly at Aubrey and Chloe, never taking in the red rimmed eyes and tear-stained faces.
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"Ugh."
Shuffling feet again, but Beca is more aware now and she can vaguely recall faces that were covered with dried tears and red and blonde hair and her uncle screaming about someone almost dying.
Her hands are pulled into two other hands and she's squinting against the sunlight pouring in through window and squeezing back to the hands that are crushing hers.
The blinds close and she tries again, blinking rapidly to clear the blurriness and she's greeted by the sight of Aubrey and Chloe giving her watery and hopeful smiles.
"Beca, how are you feeling?" Aubrey's voice is low, barely audible, but very vulnerable and it makes Beca frown.
"What happened?" Her voice is scratchy and it burns and Chloe notices because she's reaching for a glass of water and supporting Beca and the cool water is a relief.
"Your house was attacked an-"
"Is Jesse okay?"
Aubrey and Chloe flinched at the tone and Chloe rubbed soothing circles on Beca's right hand. "Jesse is fine; you woke up earlier and talked to him and everyone else." Aubrey and Chloe shot each other a quick look that Beca couldn't read and Aubrey gave a slight shake of her head. "Do you remember anything you said?" Aubrey shot her a glare but turned hopeful eyes onto Beca as well.
"N-no, I don't." Their faces fell. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine Beca," the red-head seemed to be struggling with saying that. "Really, it is."
But Beca knew it wasn't fine, because they were trying not to cry again.
"Do you need help? Do you need me to carry you? Do you need me to do anything?" Jesse prattled.
"Uncle Jesse," He stopped and looked at Beca with wide, earnest eyes, "I'm fine, just open the door." He nodded eagerly and bounded ahead and to the door, pushing it open with a bang; he winced and Beca breathed a laugh. "Are you sure it's safe to be back here?"
He gave her a nod. "Fudge, the asshat, is set in against the idea that Voldemort is back, even with all the attacks and killings, he thinks that is was a really elaborate prank, faking the mark and everything; but Dumbledore came over with McGonagall and Flitwick to put up stronger wards. Nobody is getting through again."
"He doesn't believe one of his best Aurors?"
"He doesn't want to believe anything that could mess up his side income from said Death Eaters. It doesn't help that a lot of them come from Noble families either."
"We're a Noble family and he doesn't believe us." Beca gave him a mischievous grin. "Or, we could pay him to believe us."
Jesse barked out a laugh and shook his head. "Sleep kid, Christmas is tomorrow and we need to make up for lost time."
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"Jesse." Beca is bored and tired and grumpy and her uncle is keeping secrets and - whoa - someone is now standing in her living space.
"Beca!" The mass shrills before launching at her.
"Jes-!" Whoa okay, strawberries and cinnamon, which means it's Chloe and the fire place glows green again before another figure is launching at her and the smell of vanilla and parchment means the new figure is Aubrey.
(Beca is finding it hard to breathe, not only because they are lying on her, but because of the mixed and wonderful scents are clouding her head and noses are skimming her neck with hot exhales warming her flesh.)
(Beca thinks they are doing this on purpose, because when lips take place of noses and her breath hitches in her throat, she can feel twin smiles pressed against the soft flesh of her neck.)
Jesse then decides now is a good time to see what Beca needs and clears his throat. "I didn't invite you here to take advantage of my niece."
"What?"
Aubrey and Chloe pull away, faces flushed and glaring at Jesse.
"That was told in confidence!" Aubrey screeches.
Beca looks back and forth, confused and slightly irritated that they had pulled away. "What is going on?"
"So the Ministry opens its eyes when six students break in and face Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Typical." Beca strides into the Hospital wing, waving at Luna, Ginny and Neville and patting Harry's back. "I'm sorry for your loss Harry." He gave her a weak smile.
"Thank you." His eyes were shadowed though.
"Hey, he loved you and protected you. If what I hear about him is true, then I know he left happy and knowing you would be okay. Chin up champ."
"They were hurt because of me. Hermione, Ron, Tonks, Jesse, all because of me. Because I couldn't tell fact from fiction and I led everyone to a trap!"
"They followed you because they love you. They fought with and for you, because they believe in you and want you safe. They knew anything could happen, but they still left and fought. Because of your teaching, they're still here and willing to do it again I'm sure." Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny and Neville nodded. "I'm sure more of us would have been willing to go as well, I know I would have gone." She gave him a cheeky grin and he grinned back, some of the darkness leaving his eyes.
"Wow, Beca Mitchell giving advice, never thought I'd see the day." Aubrey teased and Beca started before twirling to face the doors to the Hospital Wing.
"Yeah, yeah, soak it up now because it won't be happening again."
"Aw." Chloe pouted. "What if I need advice or comfort?"
"You could stop wars with that pout..." Beca said out loud, mind slightly fogged at prolonged exposure from staring at said pout. The others chuckles and laughs brought her back. She blushed. "Shut up!"
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"You know that the wizarding world won't judge you." An airy voice commented. Beca watched from the corner of her eye as Luna sat down next to her by the shore of the lake. "The relationship would be different from what we consider normal yes, but it would be accepted." Beca turns to look fully at Luna then, silently urging her to continue. "You have nothing to fear Beca. Just let go and let yourself be happy. We have only so much time before we leave out loved ones."
Something about the last sentence seemed cryptic; like Luna knew something and she needed Beca to know that something would happen and Beca needed to fight back her nerves and tell Aubrey and Chloe before it was too late.
Luna stood up then and walked away, tears glimmering in cloudy blue eyes but a hopeful smile pulled at her lips. "You may leave them soon Beca Mitchell, but you will leave them fighting and loving them to your last breath and they will love you till theirs. I just wish you didn't have to leave them when the time comes."
A/N: I've been trying to cure my writers block for In the End. Well, it isn't necessarily writers block, it's more of 'I have too many ideas for the story and I don't know to arrange them in the order I want'. But, I'll figure it out. Moving on, lots of hints in this chapter for what will eventually happen. Luna will become a very important character as you can tell and lots more will be happening in the last two chapters.
Random thing: Watched the Rapture Palooza and Anna Kendrick was in it and SHE HAD TO HOLD A GUN AND IT WAS HOT AS HELL! I mean, wait, what?
