-Chapter 6-

The first two months of school seemed to fly by for Brooke and her friends. It was becoming more and more clear Dumbledore was ignoring her, which bothered her more than she thought it would. However she didn't have much time to dwell on that though, not with Umbridge placing more and more rules on the school.

Brooke thought no teacher could be worse then Snape, but sadly Umbridge proved that theory wrong. This women was beyond anything Brooke could ever imagine. Between trying to overtake Hogwarts, and giving detentions left and right, she was trying to boot other teachers out of the school. She had already served 12 detentions with that women, which even for Brooke was outrageous, and not only were they detentions where you wrote lines, they were lines written with a blood quill.

It even came to a point where Hermione got the idea to start a club to learn real defense against the dark arts. Brooke was all for the idea until she found out that it was she Hermione wanted to run the thing, which even she had to admit ended up being a brilliant idea. Dumbledore's Army was the name, and Brooke loved really practicing defense, and not dealing with that books are the only way nonsense.

Brooke knew something had to be done about the women but on top of worrying about that she was having the same recurring dream over and over again and she couldn't figure out what it meant. She was in a dark room, and globes were lite everywhere reaching to the sky or the ceiling, then there were whispers as she passed the shelves. Her name kept being hissed, and she would hear this slither across the room.

She had written to both Sirius and Remus, not mentioning the dreams, or the blood quill, or the whole Dumbledore ignoring her things, which meant she pretty much avoided any topics besides her friends and Quidditch. Sirius seemed fine with those talks, however Remus pushed more about her well being.

"Brooke, come on." Ron said as he stood in front of her fidgeting, "I want to eat early tonight so I can work on my Potins Essay."

Brooke rolled her eyes as she stood and grabbed her bag, "Are you feeling okay Ronniekin?" she asked mockingly as they walked through the halls, "You know that's not due until after break right?"

Ron grinned, laughing as he opened the door to the hall for her, "But if I do it now we can practice Qudditch more, and plus Mum wont have anything to nag me about."

Brooke laughed, shaking her head as she slid into a seat next to Hermione. "Speaking of Christmas, where are you going this year Hermione?"

"My Mum and Dads, I think I am going to spend the whole Holiday with them..."

Brooke smiled, "I'm sure they will love that."

Hermione nodded, sweeping a hand through her frizzy hair.

"You not coming to the burrow or headquarters?" Ron asked, with a mouthful of potatoes.

"It's just, right now with how things are looking...I don't know if next Christmas I will be with them."

Ron gulped, registering just what Hermione was hinting at and paled slightly.

The three had been having many talks about next year, what it will be like, if they will even be here at Hogwarts. The attacks were becoming a bit more frequent with even hints of Azkaban possibly being attacked. The trio knew what a big part of the war they all played in, so the fact that Christmas this year might not be celebrated with the three of them together, they knew it could very well be the last shared with family.

"Have you packed at all?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione it is still a week away."

"Brooke you never know what can happen between now and a week."

Ron burping loudly interrupted the two.

The two looked at him in disgust before turning to look at each other and laughing hysterically.

Ron frowned at the two, "What are you guys laughing at?"

"You are so disgusting Ronald Weasley." Hermione stated, before standing and grabbing her bags, "I'll see you both in the common room, I need to start on some of the essays due."

"Wait I'm done." Ron rumbled, pushing his plate away as he stood.

Hermione scrunched her face up in confusion "You are in a rush to do an essay?" she asked slowly as though he didn't understand what she was saying.

Ron glared at her, raising his head up higher, "I'll have you know I am passing all of my classes Hermione!"

Brooke giggled lightly as the three exited the hall.

-Girls Dormitory-

"Do you think I would make a good girlfriend Brooke?" Hermione's voice asked as it floated quietly across the room.

Brooke sat up, turning over sideways to look over at her best friend. "What?" she asked.

Hermione sighed, laying down her quill, "Do you think I would make a good girlfriend?" she repeated, her eyes qustioning.

Brooke laughed, fully sitting up now as she pushed her books away, "of course you would Hermione...Why would you even ask?"

Hermione shook her head, her furry frizz jumping side to side, "You remember Cedric Diggory?"

"Yes..."

"Well, he asked me on a date while I'm home on Christmas Break-"

"Has he talked to you since last year?" Brooke cut in.

Looking slightly guilty she nodded, "We've been writing letters since the end of summer, but nothing has really come of it, until he wrote me this one." she explained quickly, sighing as she finished.

"Well do you like him?"

"I don't know,I mean I have never really had a boyfriend, and with school and the DA I haven't given anything much thought."

Brooke grinned, "I say go for it, after all it's about time we all deserve some fun!"

Hermione frowned, "We need to be taking all of this seriously Brooke, I don't know if I should be trying to get involved in something like this."

Brooke sighed, shaking her own head this time, "Hermione, if all we do is stress about this war, and school, we are going to have nothing to look forward too when this is all done."

"I guess you are right..."

"Oh I am" Brooke said, smirking as she crawled under her covers.

"Well I think you should listen to your own advice." Hermione said teasingly as she turned off the light.

"Oh and just what are you insinuating Hermione dear?"

"Nothing, just that there is a red head just a stairway away who has had his eyes set on you for quite some time, and maybe he could use a little just like you could."

Brooke had never been so thankful that the lights were off in that moment, "Yo-Your crazy Hermione!"

"Maybe, but that smile in your voice tells me otherwise!"

Brooke laughed loudly this time, before turning over and closing her eyes, I mean after all she couldn't like Ron could she?

-2am-

She was petrified as she sprinted through the dark hallways of Hogwarts. Her nightmare made her skin get goosebumps and she felt a heaviness in her chest so heavy she felt like she couldn't breath.

Mr. Weasley had been attacked, and she had to tell somebody now, so they could get to him.

"Professor Snape!" she yelled as she banged on the door loudly.

She was shaking, her hair looking a mess in a ponytail, and she prayed to Merlin no Slytherines were hanging around.

"Professor!" she yelled again banging louder.

He had to be there, because she had already gone to Professor McGonagalls door and she hadn't answered.

"Profes-"

His door swung open with such force that she fell forward into his arms.

"Please help he has been attacked, somebody has to save him!" she cried into his robes, to scared to remember that this was Snape she was crying into.

"What are you saying Potter, what is going on?" he growled out, tearing her away from him to look into her eyes.

""Mr. Weasley, he is somewhere with globes and a dark room and Nagini attacked him!" she yelled out, her eyes looking wide and scared.

Snape frowned, before grabbing her hand and bursting out the door, pulling a crying Brooke behind him.

"Be quiet Potter!" he hissed at her as they neared, Dumbledores office.

Her sobs subsided, but then came the hiccups and Snape swore under his breath as they tore up the stair well.

"Severus? Brooke?" Headmaster Dumbledore said , his voice laced with questions, "What is happening?"

"Miss. Potter came to my quarters just a few moments ago, hysterical and yelling about Mr. Weasley being attacked."

"Arthur?" Dumbledore asked quickly.

"Yes."

Quickly Dumbledore went to a portrait and explained some sort of instructions for the little man to do, before vanishing.

"Sit Potter." Snape growled, pushing her down into a seat.

"This can not be happening." she whispered, letting her head fall into her hands.

"Severus could you please fetch the Weasley's for us and bring them here."

Brooke looked up as she watched him disappear through the doorway, "Professor, what's happening?"

Dumbledore looked startled as her voice floated around the room, "I'm afraid I don't have that answer Miss. Potter."

Sighing, Brooke sat back, her mind replaying the nightmare over and over again.

Her body shook as the horror continued to replay.

"Brooke?" Ron's voice asked from across the room as he, Fred, George, and Ginny entered the room dressed in their pajamas.

She stood, before being eloped by Ron's strong figure wrapping his arms around her, "Are you okay?"

"What's going on Sir?" Fred asked, frowning at Brooke's crying form.

"There seems to have been an attack on the area your father was at earlier this morning."

"Is he okay?" Ginny asked, as Fred and George wrapped their own arms around her.

"From my understanding we just got word he is being sent to St. Mungo's."

Ron inhaled sharply, and Brooke wrapped her own arms around him, squeezing him reassuringly.

"I'm afraid I can't give you more details then this, however right now I need you to go pack your bags for break, you will be returning once Christmas Break is finished." he explained. "Go, now, Miss. potter please stay behind."

Ron let her go, before huddling together with his brothers and sister and disappearing down the stairwell.

"Yes Sir?" she asked, wiping her eyes again as she seemed to get ahold f herself.

"I wanted to keep you behind for a moment so they would not ask you questions you yourself don't know, you may go now and pack your bags."

"What is happening Sir?" she asked quietly.

His eyes met hers for the first time that night, "It means you and Professor Snape will spend a lot of time together this break in order to control your dreams."

"You think this is Voldemort?"

"Please go and pack your bags now Brooke, you will be leaving shortly."

"Professor don't you understand, I need to know what is going on."

"At this time I can't answer that."

Brooke glared, before turning on her heel and leaving. She knew something was going on, and she knew she had to figure it out before it was too late.