A New Purpose Ottery's Editor-In-Chief Resident Heartbreaker Neville looked around the room at the faces turned toward him expectantly. They were haggard, careworn, their eyes haunted. Some of them bore the marks of the Carrows' cruelty. Hannah Abbott's left eye was swollen shut. A long gash ran the length of Anthony Goldstein's right cheek. The cut across Seamus Finnigan's forehead was just beginning to heal. Suddenly Neville was struck by the realization that they really were soldiers in battle, soldiers whose morale was low, whose spirits threatened to be broken. He knew what he had to do.
"When we first joined Dumbledore's Army we all knew this day would come. None of us could have imagined it would be so soon, but here it is and here we are. The Death Eaters walk our hallways. Dementors patrol our boundaries. Snape has been made Headmaster," Neville said contemptuously, "The days of practice are over, it is time to put to use what we have learned. It is time to fight back."
"Are you mad?" said a shocked Ernie, "They are torturing students, or haven't you noticed?"
"Exactly. And we have stood by and done nothing." Neville said, looking at them each in turn. No one save Ginny Weasley met his gaze, "What exactly were we training for? To stand idly by and allow our school to be overrun? To be herded like cattle to slaughter? I don't know about the rest of you, but I trained to fight and that is exactly what I intend to do! If any of you would rather leave..." Neville glanced around the room again, but no one moved. He took a deep breath and went on, "I know it is dangerous. People will get hurt, but people will get hurt anyway whether we act or not. I don't know that we can run them off, but we can at least make life harder for them. So far, they have done as they pleased without any resistance. I say it is time they met some."
"I will fight with you, Neville." said Luna, smiling serenely at him as though he'd suggested a picnic by the lake. His face softened and he smiled back at her.
"Well, you know I'm in." said Ginny Weasley, and several of the other girls nodded.
"I never said I wouldn't fight." said a shame-faced Ernie McMillan, and the rest of the boys mumbled that they too, would stay.
Satisfied, Neville nodded. "Good. There are only a few of us, so our best bet is to work in small groups of two or three. Open warfare would be suicide, I think we can all agree on that, so we'll have to use stealth, keep them guessing whose doing what."
Many of them were nodding and Neville could see the light of purpose coming back into their eyes. They might not be able to oust the Death Eaters but they could make their stay at Hogwarts a lot less pleasant.
__________________ Your flavour is strawberry. You're a sweet person and a Gryffindor at heart. You
see risks and know they are just another part of life. You are loyal
and hold your loved ones close, their happiness is your prize. ♥
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