I am still not J.K. Rowling. All characters that you recognize are hers, the rest (random roommates, etc.) are mine.

Ginny:

At 5:00 am, I opened my eyes suddenly to smoke accosting my nostrils. I was stunned. Nothing could burn in Hogwarts, could it? I wondered. As my eyes adjusted to the small amount of light in the room, I saw the source of the smoke—it was puffing up from the drawer in my bedside table. I stretched to open the drawer, but in my haste I fell off of my bed.

"What's up?" Leah Holst, one of my roommates, was peering sleepily from her bed.

"Who cares?" Celia Ralston had never been a morning person. As she spoke, she shoved her head under her pillow.

I'd ignored both of their comments, being busy getting up and opening my drawer. Inside, I found my DA Galleon from fifth year—on top of a scrap of now-singed parchment.

My friends had started coughing when I opened the drawer, causing the smoke to billow out into the room.

"Aguamenti! Merlin's beard, what was that?" Rebecca Puerta got out of bed and stalked over to me. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I didn't do anything!" I protested, "It was that!" I pointed to the Galleon.

"Merlin's beard!" Rebecca said again, but this time she was more astonished than annoyed. She snatched the Galleon from me, despite my protests. "Hang on!" She ran to her bed grabbed her glasses off of her bedside table. "Date's been changed!" She yelped. We all—even sleepy Celia—clustered around her, reading my coin over her shoulder.

"That's… next Saturday, isn't it? At…six a.m.? Same place…I guess." Even to my own ears, I sounded odd—a strange mixture of unconfidence, excitement, and disbelief.

"Well… early figures, I guess." Leah shrugged. "I mean…we don't want them finding out!" There was only one "them" that she could mean, and we all knew it.

Even Cecilia, tired as she was, did not go back to sleep. Instead, we stayed up, talking about what we thought the Death Eaters' classes would be like, and what the DA could do to stop them, or at least heckle them as much as possible.

As we passed through the common room to get down to the dining hall, we saw Neville coming down from the boy's dormitories. We usually made no contact at this hour—we were usually still sleep logged—but today, we were already awake, and so was he.

"Hi, Ginny, Rebecca, Celia, Leah," Neville walked up to us, eyes sparkling with excitement that seemed uncommon, but not out of place on his face. "Did you see the Galleons?"

"Yeah!" Leah exclaimed, "Ginny's started a small fire—it was on some parchment. But whatever, who set it?"

"Oh, sorry." Neville looked slightly chagrined.

"Why sorry? You didn't do anything!" I was curious--apologizing for nothing was not like Neville.

"Yes, I did, actually. I set the Galleon." Our faces obviously showed shock at his statement, because Neville colored a little. "What, you didn't expect it to be me? But honestly, did you see how upset Luna was? That showed me—along with that little speech of Snape's—that something had to be done!"

"Hear, hear, Neville!" Celia exclaimed. We continued walking to the Great Hall in silence, but we all felt excitement—and hope—coursing through our veins.

Luna:

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I reached--as I always did, out of habit--to the Galleon that Hermione had made two years ago. To my surprise, it was warm! I looked closer at the side, and realized with a jolt that it was set for the upcoming Saturday! I smiled, and dressed quickly, careful not to disturb my still slumbering roommates, Elise, Carol, and Gwen.

By the time I was dressed, the other girls were opening their eyes.

"Morning!" I beamed at them all.

"Stop. Being. Cheerful. It's too bloody early!" Elise glared at me as she ran a hairbrush through her short brown hair.

"Why shouldn't I be cheerful? We have another DA meeting."

"Why shouldn't you? I can give you one hundred reaso--wait, what about DA?"

The other girls were all looking at me curiously.

"The Galleon's been set…" I held it up.

"Hey! Cool!" Carol was the first to speak. "When?"

"You're not going to like this," I warned them, "Six a.m. next Saturday." I waited for the outburst of "What?" and "No way!" and "Then I'm so not going!"

"Anything to try to survive the Death Eater classes, I guess." Gwen shrugged.

"Yeah. I wonder who set it…" I murmured, then set off down to the Great Hall.

As I walked through the corridor to go to my first class--Herbology-- after breakfast, Neville came over to me.

"Hello, Neville," I smiled, then lowered my voice "Did you know that the Gall--"

"--Eon's been set," he finished my sentence in a voice even lower than my own, "Yes, I know. I set it."

"Oh!" I smiled, pleasantly surprised at this information, "Will it be at the same place?"

"Of course. Hey, I've got to go to class. It's Muggle Studies with that female one, so that should be informative. Good to see what we're up against…" He turned back along the corridor to go to his next class.

"Good bye!" I called, still smiling. I knew that by holding on to the hope of Saturday's meeting, I could make it through the week, no matter how horrible the Death Eater's classes could be. And I knew that they would be horrible.

*scary music here*

Next chapter coming up........sometime. I'm not sure when, though.

Reviews are always appreciated!

Miana

P.S. I know that Aguamenti is a spell learned in sixth year, not before it, but Rebecca is kind of like Hermione, I guess. In the sense that she learns everything ahead of time.