Day three of rehearsals, and I was still not convinced that anything good could come of this. The cast was all huddled around the large table in the corner, with scripts and quills, and Sirius, Harry and James were dictating something in very low voices, every once and a while casting furtive glances over to were I was sitting. I was certain that they were mauling the script, but I decided that that was nothing, compared with my current problems. Which meant the Thenardiers. I mean, the casting of aforsaid. As the day had worn on, I was certain that far from being accepting of the last two cast members; they might just rebel, a la Enjolras, with a bayonet or a barricade. Or a hex, actually. And that was something I knew we'd all want to avoid. What had I been thinking, asking her to be Madame Thenardier? Was I insane? No, she was certainly the insane one. Why had she even agreed? We hadn't spoken in years. I hoped that this wouldn't end in a real massacre. I had told her to bring him along to be her husband, knowing that at least Lupin would be happyish, even if she wasn't, but from the way she'd smirked at me before disappparating, I wondered if she'd really pass it on to him. The noise from the table peaked an all time high, and I knew it was time to begin the next rehearsal.

"Alrighty everybody, shut up and get over here. For the next scene, we'll need Michal, Dean, Lupin, and of course Sirius. Bring your scripts please, and-Yes, Hermione? What is it?"

" Can Ginny, Ron, Neville and I go to the library?"

She looked up at me with bright eyes over a stack of books. "We have homework, and it's much to loud in here to get anything done.

"Sure, but be back in three songs. You and Ginny will be factory workers."

"But I thought I was Cosette." Whined Ginny, having no desire to work at making jet beads.

" Yeah, but we need you. So be back in say-fifteen minuets?"

"Sure."

I watched the tree of them go with much trepidation. I had a funny feeling that she- well, not time to dwell on it now. Rehearsal must begin!

"Alright everyone! Lets start with Michal and Dean. Real scrips please, everyone. Ok? Good, lets begin."

[CONSTABLE ONE]

Tell his reverence your story-

Or don't. I have a feeling he knows it already. Because he's really smart and saintly, and so on.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for noticing, Dean."

[CONSTABLE TWO]

Let us see if he's impressed

"Are you?"

"Not at all."

"Told you."

[CONSTABLE ONE]

You were lodging here last night

And this morning, but whose counting?

[CONSTABLE TWO]

You were the honest Bishop's guest.

Wait a sec-You're not honest, you liar!

"I'm a bishop, you can't call me names."

"Why not?"

"I'll damn you to hell."

[CONSTABLE ONE]

And then, out of Christian goodness

"Hey- I'm an atheist."

"So?"

"So-its not 'Christian goodness'"

"Oh yeah- ok then.

"So then out of atheism goodness,"

[CONSTABLE TWO]

When he learned about your plight-from me.

[CONSTABLE ONE]

You maintain he made a present of this silver.

"Its acutely tinfoil. Shh, don't tell."

"I won't."

"It's a prop." I moaned. "So it doesn't matter." This was a nightmare, a scandal.

[BISHOP]

That is right.

But my friend you left so early

"Well, late really. Depends how you think about it."

"No, I think he left after dawn."

" Nope. I left on the first strike of midnight."

"Well, either way-

Surely something slipped your mind

[The bishop gives Valjean two silver candlesticks]

Here you go, mate.

"Whoa! Thanks Bishop."

You forgot I gave these also

Would you leave the best behind?

"I prefer the plates, in all honesty."

"Yeah, me to."

So, Messieurs, you may release him-That

Doesn't mean punch him, Dean.

"Sorry."

For this man has spoken true

(Not really. He's a lying git.)

I commend you for your duty

And God's blessing go with you.

"Or not. There is no God."

"There is in this show."

"That means get of stage, Dean."

"Sorry."

"Ok-continue."

But remember this, my brother

Er-my good friend.

See in this some higher plan

You must use this precious silver-

Tinfoil. Sorry, mate.

"That's Ok. I like tinfoil."

"Good."

To become an honest man

By the witness of the martyrs

Well, the cops, really.

By the Passion and the Blood

And the moon.

"Hey! I hate the moon."

"Oh yeah. Sorry Remus."

God-

"Well, not God. There is no God."

"Last warning. There is a GOD in Les Mis.

has raised you out of darkness

"-So that means into light."

I have bought your soul for not-God.

"Alright, transition straight to the soliiquy."

VALJEAN

What have I-

But we were interrupted by a scream, as Hermione, and Ginny tore into the room, slamming the door behind them. They leaned against it, trembling and panting. We all rushed over.

"Whats the matter?"

"Where's Neville?"

"Where's Ron?"

"AHHH! What happened? I knew this was doomed!"

"What happened?"

"What is it?"

"Is he dead?"

It was Ginny who spoke first.

"She-She's got him."

"Who?"

"Who got him?"

"Do you mean Neville?"

"Or Ron?"

"Was it Umbridge?"

"No."

"Miss Norris?"

"No. HER." Ginny glared at me, tears coursing down her voice.

" Her who?" I said, my heart sinking.

"Where's Ron?"

"He-He-stayed behind to help-h-him."

"Wait Ginny-who?" I murmured, hoping that it wasn't who I thought it was.

"That witch, that evil, twisted-" she raged. I felt a sinking in my chest. This was exactly what I hadn't wanted to happen. Ginny rambled on and on, but it was Hermione who answered the question echoed on all sides. She lifted a tear stained face, and proclaimed my doom.

"Its-its-its B-Bellatrix Le-Lestrange. She was in the l-library, and SHES GOT NEVILLE!"

At that moment, Ron burst through the door, in to the stunned silence, white faced and trembling.

" ITS HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED! HE'S WITH HER! RUN FOR IT!"

Chaos ensued.

Shit.