Chapter 14: Of murderers and heroes

It was the next weekend that we once more entered the trunk. As it was my custom, my progress was the best in the Dark Arts, where my shields were powerful enough to withstand ten minutes of Salazar's best dark curses before crumbling, which was amazing. I progressed in the Charms class as well, where I had learnt to cast wordless spells to their full potential, albeit smaller than when the incantations were pronounced. And my knowledge in DADA was wider than what I ever dreamed possible. However, I still did not understand. I was still so naïve, but that stay in the trunk changed what I thought of as war. Salazar was right, I did not understand the meaning of the word. From that stay in the trunk I did.

It started off like any ordinary day of our stay in the trunk would. Get up, get ready, run, eat, classes. But as we sat in our runes classroom and as Salazar's voice droned on and on about this rune or that, a sound rang through the trunk. It was such a horrible, horrible sound, as if a cat was tortured and it screamed and screamed. It sent chills down my spine and cold sweat appeared on the nape of my neck. It was an ominous sound, and as Salazar turned around, and as his eyes found mine, I knew that I was right.

"Stand up girls," ordered he, hurry in his voice "wands out, stand up!"

I jumped to my feet at those words, the noise of my heart beating in my chest almost drowning out Salazar's voice that told us that it was the time to act, that this was no practice, that lives were at stake.

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. It was almost painful, the furious beats of my heart shaking my chest. As if it worked as hard as it could, knowing that these moments may be his last. This was not a practice, I would face death today.

My fingers curled around my wand tightly, almost clenching the wood that possessed such power in my effort to calm myself.

Think of the battlefield, I heard him say, and the trunk would lead the way.

"And remember, if you see a person wearing a dark hood, hex first, ask questions later!" spoke he as my mind already wondered, imagining the dark hooded figures casting curses. I felt a tug in my navel, pulling at me so strongly, to the side and forward but my eyes remained wide open, despite every instinct telling me to close them. I knew I would not be sick, the adrenaline that now coursed through my veins saved me. Scenes passed so quickly before my eyes, thousands upon thousands exchanging in a single second, that my mind could not possibly keep up. But as the spinning slowed and as I saw a more and more distinct scene before me, I raised my wand.

And as the spinning stopped my eyes were quick to survey the scene. Four death eaters, two victims, Cruciatus curse, I counted and as they turned towards us, their eyes, the only visible part of their face beneath a mask, widened in surprise. We were not expected, clearly.

My vision was slightly impaired as well, and I figured that I was wearing a mask, but the thought was fleeting, and my lips quick to form the spell as my wand was already aimed , hissing out "Stupefy!"

The man before me, my opponent, was slow to react, and his hand moved up in a reflexive move, casting a weak protective spell moments before my spell made impact with the now materialised shield. It was weak, and my spell managed to pass it, albeit weakened, and managed to push the man backwards, making him stumble and having his hood fall from his head, revealing greying hair.

I smirked in response, hissing out "Petrificus Totalus! Incarcerous!"

My opponent was slightly more prepared this time, casting a shield for the first spell and side stepping the second one. But he was still forced to run, to defend, not a single offensive spell cast from him.

I kept an eye out for my friends and my sister, and as they were doing relatively well, I focused on my opponent a second too late, allowing him to cast a spell whose incantation I had not heard, but from the ice blue shine, I knew it was a dark spell, a skin boiling curse.

It was a very weak version, I noted, but I still decided to show him my power."Abigo maleficium!"

The spell made contact with the faint pink shield and immediately dissolved into a bright purple, harmless mist.

"This one is a Dark Arts user!" exclaimed he as he realized what I had done, and from the corner of my eye I noted that Claudia's opponent was so surprised by the news, that he lost track of his own duel, instantly suffering a stunning charm and flying backwards through the air, landing on a couch and overturning it with the force of the impact. Claudia immediately rushed to the victims that were now behind us, smartly casting a Protego Maxima to keep them and herself safe from the duels still occurring around them.

"Not that clever are you?" I mocked, deciding to fight fire with fire "Intepestus!"

He seemed too shocked to respond in magic, diving to the ground and having his mask slip from his face, rolling away from him.

I knew this man, I thought, but my attention was diverted by a scene to my left.

My sister was duelling a skilful opponent and doing so in a tight space, positioned between me and my opponent and the wall of the house. And as the man lifted his wand, pronouncing "Ava.." my own opponent was the last thing in my mind.

My arm immediately turned towards the man, raising to his heart and then tipping forward. Time seemed to slow, if not completely stop, as a million thoughts rushed through my head. Did he have a family? A wife? Children? Parents? Siblings? I knew how painful it was to lose someone like that. Was he a bad person? Or was he just confused?

But there was one word, just one word that dissolved all other coherent thought. Melody. Nobody got to harm my sister.

My lips formed the words, and my voice was so cold as I said "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light that erupted from my wand hit the man in the chest, leaving only a moment of surprise on his face as he fell backwards, his eyes wide, all light leaving them. He was motionless, stiff, dead. I had just killed a man.

My sister screamed and as I turned towards my opponent, cold sweat washed over me. Our eyes met and as he raised his wand I knew, as did he, that he could only cast the same curse now.

So once more, I heard my voice, so cold, so distant, say "Avada Kedavra!"

And the man got pinned to the ground where he lay as he had dived to the floor to avoid my last curse, and the spell ruled over him and I watched as his eyes lost focus so slowly.

It was with great effort that I fought off the spasms of shock that wished to rule over me. I turned around slowly, to see my sister watching in horror as Arielle's opponent too laid dead, having hit his head violently on the edge of the coffee table. Arielle didn't seem all that shocked, and I knew that it hadn't settled in yet, the realisation of what we had done. But I knew. I knew that I was a killer now. A murderer. And I knew that I would do it again if I had to. My sister was more precious to me than my own soul.

Clo had healed the victims, already having called the Aurors, and as my eyes met that of my sister I allowed myself to think of the trunk we had just left, immediately leaving, walking past Salazar and heading for a hot shower. I needed it to cool my nerves, and to stop my hands from shaking. But no matter how much I scrubbed, there would still be blood on them. Tonight, the war began.

The hot water did me good and as I stepped out of the tall shower cabin and my feet made contact with the stone floor that was charmed to be always pleasantly warm, I felt like a veil had been lifted from my eyes. My mind seemed so much clearer at that moment, and I decided to talk with Salazar first, to give my sister a chance to come talk to me on her own. This all must have been shocking to her as well, and she wouldn't want to see me now, not with the scene of my killing so strongly present in her mind.

As I walked back into my room, I noted that the clothes I had worn in the battle were still present, and I moved closer, deciding to examine them. It was a set of dark green robes, exactly the colour of my house, accompanied by a dark cloak that seemed to be slightly too large for me. Both were rather simple in design, unassuming, even plain. Which was just as well, considering their purpose.

But what really caught my attention was the mask I had worn. It was a mask representing the head of a fox. My fingers instinctively moved to examine the surface that appeared to represent fur, and I found that there was no fur there, merely plastic charmed so well to portray the fur of a fox to such detail that I could have sworn it was real. The mask was, in all honesty, breath taking. And since it was so large that it covered my entire face I knew that I wouldn't have been recognised.

However, I found myself in a predicament of sorts. What should I do with these clothes? They weren't mine as per say, but I was still most certainly going to have to wear them. They appeared magically to me the last time I needed them, but would it be the same for the next time?

I decided that this was a pointless question, for I could always ask Salazar about it as I had every intention of meeting him in mere moments.

And there I was, minutes later, walking once more through the familiar path that led to the office of my mentor. I decided to dress myself in black, as a sign of respect for the two men. They were, after all, human. So I chose a floral, laced black shirt, an asymmetrical black floor length skirt, a pair of black high heels and a black ring matched with long black tear drop earrings.

So, I once more watched as my pale hand reached up, knocking lightly on the wooden surface. But before I could make a second knock, the doors swung open, inviting me in and clearly demonstrating that I had been expected.

I was slow in entering, the hesitation in my steps caused by the uncertainty of what lied ahead. I knew what I would ask, but I doubted whether I wanted to hear the answer.

On the other hand, I never was a coward, and I looked straight ahead of me as I walked into the office, meeting the eyes of my mentor with confidence. He was once more leaning back in his armchair, as was his custom when he wished to discuss serious matters, twirling the wand he held in his hand.

"Good afternoon Rosalind" greeted he, his eyes narrowing at me in contemplation "have a seat."

I did as I was told, walking up slowly to the offered chair, and sitting down, folding my hands in my lap, my back straight.

"It's good to see you alive and well" spoke he, and I sensed a note of honesty to his words. He really did seem glad to see me in one piece.

"Thank you sir." I responded, but otherwise remained silent. I wanted him to speak first, so I could judge just how appropriate my answers were. This sentiment was only enhanced by the fact that I did not really feel like talking, my visit done from obligation and no real wish for conversation.

"I understand that it was a difficult battle." he spoke and stopped, most likely expecting an answer and upon receiving none, he continued: "The muggles, as it was a family of muggles you saved, are well, resting in hospital. It seems that they were not harmed save for a very weak version of the Cruciatus curse, cast by a weak wizard."

I nodded in understanding, but still remained silent.

"There have been, as to my knowledge, three casualties of your battle." He spoke, and I felt a sudden coldness to my hands, as if I had lost all body heat in them. I felt my chest tighten and a sort of dull pain took residence in me. I was mourning the lives lost, but still held no regret over my actions.

"The fourth Death Eater remains alive, as young miss Hayes decided that he was necessary for spreading the news of your existence." He said, and once more received a nod in response. "Out of the three dead Death Eaters, one died from extensive head injuries he suffered when the curse your friend, Miss Hayes had cast sent him flying through the room and landing on the edge of the coffee table. His death was momentary. I wonder if you can tell me about the other two?"

He was testing me, trying to see how I was dealing with what I had done.

"Two victims, the killing curse, cast by me, instantaneous death." I counted, and as he was about to interrupt I continued, not giving him a chance to: "I am not aware of the identity of the first victim, but the reason for killing him was defence. He was about to kill my sister, who had nowhere to go. Therefore I killed him. The second one is Marcus Blair, pureblood, fifty-six years old, married, father of two, pureblood supremacist and a known supporter of the Dark Lord. He is amongst the less wealthy purebloods, his son is my senior by three years, and his daughter by five. He was killed in self-defence, as he was about to cast the killing curse at me."

My voice was even as I spoke, even emotionless, showing no signs of regret or sadness. But Salazar seemed to have read well into my answer.

"The first victim was Sloane Duff." He said, and I once more felt shock wash over me. I knew Sloane Duff, he was my senior by three years in the Slytherin House. I had known that he was a sympathiser, but I was not aware that he had joined the Dark Lord. "Did you know him?"

"Yes, sir." I responded. "He was nineteen this year, unmarried, wealthy, only child. His parents are very old, and he was the only living heir. "

Silence ruled in the room for a while as I stared into the emerald flames. Sloane was so young. So very, very young. But what he tried to do was unforgivable.

"I knew what I was doing , sir." I spoke, still not looking at him, "I knew that Marcus had a family, I knew that I was taking him away from them. And I still killed him, because they would have killed my sister and so many more. But I am still a killer, just like them."

"Do you regret your actions Rosalind?" asked he, his tone showing a sliver of curiosity.

"No, sir." I responded without a second of hesitation, now finally focusing my eyes on him. "I did what was necessary, and I'm glad it was me. Claudia and Melody do not need that sort of a burden, while Arielle carries a large one already."
"And you do not?" he asked, slightly surprised.

"I do, sir." I responded, immediately admitting to the allegation. "But if it can help them, I will carry ten times more."

"People died for less" he said, agreeing. "But, I wish that you would value yourself more. The killing curses you cast were no crime child. You had cast them for a greater good. Remember that."

"I will, sir" I responded, realising that the conversation was over and getting up.

"I am proud of you Rosalind" he spoke, standing up as well "not for the killing curses, but for knowing when to strike and how much to gamble."

"Thank you sir." I responded and turned around, leaving the room.

I was not proud of myself, but I knew that I would do the same thing again. As Salazar said, for the greater good.

My eyes wandered to the old grandfather clock that was slowly counting the seconds in the corner of my room. Half past ten. Perhaps I wouldn't sleep this night, I thought as I turned my head, returning to my previous occupation. I had spent a great portion of my afternoon and the night so far by sitting in my armchair and watching the orange flames rise and fall, the fire dancing in the fireplace.

There was also a discarded book to my right, on a small coffee table. I had thought that I could read, to get my mind off the scenes that occurred earlier that day, but I was met with no success. I couldn't focus, the words seemed to be swimming in front of my eyes.

So, I decided to let my mind wonder, as it clearly had every wish to do just that, and settled in my armchair with my feet folded beneath me and my skirt falling to the floor. It would be a long night.

I would need to find Melody tomorrow, she had had more than enough time to come to terms with what had happened, and she needed to hear me out. It was imperative that she understood. I had to make her understand.

I'd need to go visit mum and dad as well, as soon as I could. I wanted them to hear from me, not from Melody.

I wonder how Sloane's parents would take the news. Would they be shocked? Would they demand revenge? Did they know of their son's affiliations?

I was lost in my thoughts to such a degree that I had almost missed the quiet, hesitant knock on the doors of my room. I knew who it was. I had been waiting.

"Come in" I called, just loud enough to be heard over the heavy wood.

The doors slowly swung open, and Arielle appeared in the doorway, seemingly hesitant in entering.

"Hello Rosalind" she said, her usual loud and obnoxious voice now low, uncertainty leaking from every word. "May I come in?"

"By all means." I spoke, waving my hand lightly and indicating to the seat that was diagonally opposite mine, so that when I shifted, I could face her fully. "Have a seat Arielle."

She made a step forward, looking for all the world torn between entering and sprinting away, and then another one, before turning on her heel slowly and closing the doors. It was a slow movement, accompanied by a soft click of the doors. She then turned back around, looking everywhere and nowhere, making her way to the offered seat.

She sat down in it ever so slowly, as if she were so old, and so very tired. Which, I supposed as I observed her, she really was. She didn't look at me, but my eyes never left her face. I scrutinised every detail, memorising it and comparing, analysing.

"I killed a man today Rosalind." She said after a long moment of silence, staring at the carpet beneath our feet. "I cast a stunning charm and he… he just fell so slowly backwards. He hit his head, I heard him, and there was so much blood. He died from that hit."

She was silent for a very long time after that, but I did not speak either. I was simply staring at her.

"I knew what I was doing. " she said, and then suddenly lifted her eyes to meet mine "it wasn't an accident, I knew that he would hit the table. I knew he would die."

She looked down at that.

"And I didn't care." She whispered. "I knew that I took a life, and I didn't care."

Once more, her eyes were focused on mine: "Does that make me a bad person Rosalind?"

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, tilting my head slightly in observance. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, and I clarified "the moment you cast the stunning charm, were you happy?"

She seemed to be thinking intently, and after another moment answered: "No. I didn't."

"Do you remember him? The man you killed, do you remember?" I asked.

"I do, of course I do." She spoke, and I nodded.

"Then no. You're not a bad person." I responded.

"Is that really so easy for you? To tell if I'm a good person or not? Is it really so black and white?" she asked, once more looking down to the floor, her hands, which she had been wringing for the entity of the conversation now separating, one reaching for the nape of her neck.

"No, there are also a couple of shades of grey" I spoke, "but if it's you, I can tell immediately. You're not a murderer Arielle Hayes. And to prove that to you, I will ask you; did you consider his family? Of the man you were going to kill, did you think of his family at all?"

"I didn't. Not once." She admitted, looking up, and I could see that she thought that that made her a murderer. But it didn't. It made her a human.

"I did. For both of the men I murdered in cold blood today. I considered their family, their parents… and I killed them. I am a murderer Arielle, not you."

She seemed to be considering it for a moment and then said : "I never thought of you as a murderer. You are not a bad person Linds, no matter how much you try to be one."

"Maybe…" I responded, waving the comment away. "But I have another question, one last question. How long?"

"How long what?" she asked, seemingly not following my train of thought.

"How long will you keep all that anger, all that sadness, all that rage and regret, all that doubt, bottled up? How long before you burst?" I asked, my eyes slightly narrowed at her, knowing full well that it was very unhealthy, and very dangerous of all things, to keep all those destructive emotions inside for too long.

"As long as this keeps Zell oblivious to this horrible, cruel world." She said, and I recognised determination shining in her eyes. I knew the sentiment, but I also knew that this was not a solution.

"And what happens when you burst? Because you will, and soon if you keep going at this pace!" I asked, my tone slightly sharper as my anger rose.

"I won't burst. " she stated, her tone matter-of-fact.

"And if you do?" I hissed at her.

"Then you must keep her safe as well." She said, standing up and giving me a smile . "Thank you Linds, I knew you would help."

And as she made her way to the doors I called to her. "Never forget Arielle."

"I won't" she said, opened the doors and disappeared.

"Lumos!" I whispered, yet my words were still loud with the echo that sounded in the empty hallway. It was still early, so I kept my voice down, but this action was thus proven pointless.

As I had thought, I was not able to sleep at all during the night, merely lying on my back with my eyes open. I couldn't close them, for I only saw green.

I knew that my sister would not have slept either, since she has always been bothered with insomnia when there was a troubling matter in her mind.

So there I was, at four in the morning, making my way through the dark halls, the dim light of the candles aided by the faint bluish light of my wand.

My sister's room was very near mine, and as I reached it I raised my fist to the doors immediately, knocking twice.

"Come in" I heard a faint voice say, and I pushed down on the doorknob, opening the doors gently.

The room that met me was bright, the glow of the hearth accompanied by a dozen shadows on the walls and tables.

It was a room with old furniture, very well taken care of, and a homely atmosphere.

In the middle of the room was a dark brown coffee table, surrounded by a plush couches with two to three seats each. They were cream in colour and as my gaze wondered to the bed, I noticed that they were matched by the colour of the bedclothes. The bed was a large structure, with plush pillows and warm blankets, accompanied by four bed posts that had curtains pulled up on them. Opposite the bed was the fireplace where a roaring fire was situated.

It was a very warm, homely room, and I noticed that my sister was situated on a couch, lying on it with her head propped on the arm of the couch and her feet covered with a purple blanket.

She looked up as I entered, and her eyes widened lightly.

"Good morning sister" I greeted, walking in the room and taking a seat on the couch opposite her, not waiting for an invitation.

"Good morning" greeted she , and I noticed that she was wearing pyjamas.

"Can't sleep?" I inquired, glancing once more across the room.

"No" she said, her voice very low. My eyes focused on her and I noticed that she seemed tremendously tired. Her eyes had bags under them, her curly hair was a mess and there was no means of entertainment anywhere near her. She must have been trying to sleep on the couch because it was closer to the doors. As if she was waiting for someone to come and save her from the nightmare she had witnessed that day.

My heart broke as I knew that there would be no way out of it. She would always have to live with what she saw yesterday and so many more horrible things to come.

"I wish to have a word with you, is that alright?" I asked and she gave me a small smile.

"Yes, I don't have anything better to do." Spoke she.

"I wish to talk about what happened yesterday." I spoke and the smile was soon gone from her face. She looked away from me and focused on her hands that were now folded in her lap.

"I don't." responded she, defiance in her voice. She pouted unconsciously, reminding me of a child.

"No matter." I responded, and she gave me an angry glance. "I will tell you what I came here to say none the less."

"You always do this!" she responded, her voice on the verge of yelling "You don't care about what others say, you always act on your own, without thinking much about the consequences! If you had listened to me when I told you not to practice Dark Arts then maybe….!" She exclaimed and stopped suddenly, not wishing to finish that thought.

"Maybe those men would be alive today." I finished for her, and she gave me one more angry glare. "That's what you want to say. It's alright, you can say it. I killed two men yesterday, but the Dark Arts have nothing to do with it."

"Nothing to do with it!?" she basically screamed "You cast the killing curse Linds! Do you even know how wrong that is? How far you've gone from everything that is sane?"

"I do." I responded calmly. I had been expecting this. "But it still has nothing to do with the Dark Arts. I did not kill for fun Melody, I killed out of defence for the first time, and self-defence for the second. There was no other way."

"You're saying you killed for me?" she screamed, "Well I would have rather died than have someone else die for me!"

I was on my feet the next moment. "Don't you say that Melody Pheobe Kersey, don't you ever repeat that again! You will stay alive or so help me Merlin I will strangle you myself!" I snarled at her, getting into her face.

She gave me a defiant glance and I managed to calm myself to the point where my voice was more controlled, no longer snarling.

"This is war Melody. People die, you have to understand that. I will surely kill again, and so will Arielle, and there is nothing you can do to stop us."

"I can try" she said, once more pouting.

"Give it your best" I sighed, taking her hand. "Now get up, you still have two more hours to sleep."

She did so reluctantly, but wouldn't let go of my hand.

"You're coming too!" she commanded, dragging me, fully clothed, to the bed with her. She slid under the covers while I lay on top of them, watching as sleep overtook her.

"I love you sis" she whispered as her blonde curls lay around her like a curtain.

"I know" I spoke, giving her a small smile.

With the resolution of these matters, our stay in the trunk settled into its usual, boring routine. It was one whole week before something interesting or worth mentioning occurred.

The four of us were sitting in the common room of the trunk, each finding a way to entertain herself. For me and Clo, this meant a good book and a cup of tea, nestled in front of the grand fireplace, warm despite the chilling weather. For my sister and Arielle, this meant something "More exciting" as Arielle had put it once. So there they were, laughing like two complete idiots, at the opposite couch. They were playing a game of exploding snap , and Arielle had just had her ginger eyebrows singed off. My sister threw her head back in a rather dignified display of laughter, her shoulders just barely shaking with the controlled giggles. Arielle on the other hand, ever a wildling, was positively rolling on the couch, clutching her sides, her face distorted with the force of her laughter. This combined with the ever obvious lack of eyebrows was a grotesque sight indeed to behold.

Suddenly, the moron sprang up from her seat, clapping her palm to her forehead and dramatically exclaiming: "Shoot! I totally forgot to tell you!"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, returning to my book.

"You guys know that I went off somewhere with Fred and George the last time we were in Hogsmead?" she asked, once more plopping down to her seat as indicated by the giant swoosh sound.

No. I wouldn't know since I was doing my best not to butcher a certain dark eyed idiot.

"Well, you will never guess where we went!" she exclaimed, and I looked up, only to see that her eyes were wide with eagerness. Obviously we were now supposed to be guessing.

"No, we won't guess, since we won't be guessing." I said, flipping a page in my book.

I looked up just in time to see a pillow hurtling to my head and my wand was out in seconds, the pillow stopping in mid-air and suddenly being sliced to pieces. How regrettable, I really liked the colour.

Once more, I looked at her, only to see her pouting at me, of all things.

"Party pooper!" she called, then grinned mischievously, flicking her damn wrist and sending another pillow flying. Once more, I responded by flicking my wand as well, this time having the pillow return, hurtling at that insufferable mane she called a head.

She ducked at this, laughing like a maniac.

"Can I guess?" asked my sister, that annoying kind smile of hers on her face, most likely trying to get us to return to the original purpose of the unfortunate conversation.

"Sure!" grinned Arielle, flashing her a brilliant grin. Disgusting.

"The Shrieking Shack?" asked Melody .

"Nope" denied Arielle, shaking her head, having her hair fly around her head, and popping the p on the word she had just pronounced.

"Madam Pudifoot's?" tried Melody again and giggled at the look of disgust that appeared on Arielle's face.

"Merlin NO! " exclaimed she and added as an afterthought "Yuck."

"Hog's Head." Concluded Claudia, not even looking up from her book.

"How did you know that?" asked Arielle, her eyes wide, but before poor Claudia could even answer the question she had just been posed, Arielle lost her interest and said: "Never mind. Well, it was a meeting organised by none other than Harry Potter."

She stopped at that, giving us all a gleeful look as she knew that she had managed to capture our attention. Both Claudia and me had looked up from our books, and Melody was sitting in front of her with a look of intent attention.

"Well, it was most likely organized by Ron and Hermione but Harry was the star of the show." She said, waving her hand as if these were all details she could not care less about. Which was exactly like her.

But she was thick in that way, these details were precisely the most important part.

"And why would we care if Potty is doing something as stupid as organising a search party for the Dark Lord?" I asked, annoyed that the boy was given so much credit. He was nothing but an annoying brat who needed to learn his worth and act accordingly.

"It's not about Voldy" grinned Arielle, triumphant.

"Then what is it about?" asked Claudia, this time losing all interest in her book.

"He's organising secret meetings where he will be teaching the students how to fight against the frog." Answered Arielle and my sister frowned.

"That's not particularly wise is it?" she asked, and as we all turned towards her, elaborated :" Well, what if they get discovered? "

"Nothing." I said, and as all eyes turned to me, I stood up. "They get expelled with how fast Dolores is receiving jurisdiction over the school. And I say good riddance."

"You can't say that Linds!" exclaimed my sister, but after a stern look form me backed down.

"I can't? Why ever not? The Potters were once a powerful family, a family he is not worthy of belonging to. A hero to the wizarding world, please. He is only a brat who lives on undeserved fame!" I said, glaring at nothing in particular and storming out of the room.

I didn't need a hero, nor would I wait for one. And all those who did were nothing but fools in my opinion.