Disclaimer: I'm still not J.K. Rowling. So none of these people belong to me.
Ginny:
As the three of us walked into the Great Hall, my heart sank. The Order's suspicions had been right. Snape was in the seat from which, the year before, we had seen Professor Dumbledore's twinkling eyes greet us as we walked in. This year, there was no cheery welcome, only a cold, black stare. Luna gripped my arm tightly as Neville gasped.
"No!" Luna's whisper was not dreamy, but hard as ice. I looked at her in shock. I'd never heard Luna be anything but serene. "How can he take the place of the person he murdered?" Her grey eyes were flashing, and her hand, still on my arm, was shaking. I put my arm around her.
"I know, Luna. It's not right." I tried to speak calmly, but I was seething as well. I took a deep breath, and continued. "I don't think that the other teachers are happy with it, either. Look up there." I pointed, and both she and Neville glanced around at the other teachers, who were all looking like they would gladly murder Snape, and only the presence of their students was preventing the deed. Well, all but two of them.
"Who are they?" Neville asked, pointing to the two teachers on either side of Snape, "I don't think I've seen them before."
"Death Eaters." I said grimly, "Probably to enforce You-Know-Who's rule."
"Oh." Neville looked angrier than Luna, if that was possible. However, there was still a slight trace of the fearful and—ahem—more-than-a-little-clumsy boy that had been prominent up until the end of my 4th year at Hogwarts. But along with the anger and fear, there was more than a trace of defiance. "There are only three o them?" Luna and I looked at him quizzically, both noticing a spark of hope light in his eyes, but before he could elaborate, Luna had stopped at the Ravenclaw table.
"See you two later?" She asked, not quite back to normal—well, normal for her, anyway—but getting there.
"Yeah." Neville and I spoke together. We walked in silence to the Gryffindor table, then, as we slipped into seats across from each other, Neville said "Look, what if—" But he had only started to speak when the doors opened, and Professor McGonagall brought in the new first years, carrying the Sorting Hat and the three-legged stool, as usual. We all listened intently to the Hat's new song, hoping that it would give advice, as it had for the past two years.
Once more I glance through your mind
Trying (and succeeding) to find
Proof of where you should be
The place to help you succeed,
Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor
Those are the houses four.
But I have advised, yes! Once and again,
To not let those boundaries stop you making friends.
If the destruction of Hogwarts we are to fight,
The four that are separate must unite!
But, though I still sort young students here,
Please listen to my fear!
And thus they were sorted. As the Hat read the thoughts of eleven-year-olds from Mia Alladen (Ravenclaw) to Andrew York (Hufflepuff), I couldn't help noticing that this group was way smaller than usual. I guess the Grangers weren't the only ones to decide that being a non-pure-blood was quite risky. Probably the notices that the Order had managed to send out to most of the non-pure-blood families in Great Britain were working. I felt grim satisfaction that disappeared as soon as Snape stood up. But, instead of talking, he just waved a hand and food appeared on the serving dishes.
As we ate, I wondered whether Ron, Hermione, and Harry were safe. Not seeing their names in the paper did cheer me up immensely, as I figured that You-Know-Who would probably publicize Harry's death as much as possible, trying to crush us.
"Ginny." Neville's voice was low, but earnest. "What if we started DA again? I mean, we're probably not going to have much Defense Against the Dark Arts anymore—I mean, I don't think that You-Know-Who would like that very much."
"That would be fun!" Lavender Brown spoke enthusiastically, "Well, more important than fun," She became serious. "But really, it seems the most logical step."
"Yeah, that would be good." I nodded, musing. "But when? Let's wait for a bit, so we can figure out security—and how to get past it." I grinned, and Parvati, Lavender, and Neville laughed. But that laugh was cut short as our new Headmaster, Severus Snape, stood up.
Thanks for the fab reviews, everyone! And yes, I know that Luna's fury is totally out of character, but I think that everyone has a breaking point…
Also, sorry if the Sorting Hat song isn't that great, I tried my best.