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I don't know how long I sat there before I heard a gentle knock on the door, before Hermione entered.

"Oh my god, Abby!" Hermione said, falling down on to her knees next to me, looking at the ice with shock in her eyes. "Are you alright?!"

"Yeah," I'm fine I said with a little shrug. "Just a difference of opinion between my mom and I."

Hermione reached out and put her hand on my shoulder. "She left. She wouldn't tell us what happened, but just that you needed some time to see things her way." Hermione paused. "What did she say?"

I cleared my throat in frustration. "She wants me to abandon Harry and his fight against Voldemort in order to save myself."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, shock coming off of her entire body. "Why would she say that? Doesn't she know how much Harry means to you, and that we can't just leave him alone to fight Voldemort by himself?"

I scoffed. "Apparently she isn't concerned with the bigger picture, she's only concerned about making sure that I live through it, even if that means our world will be one of torture and misery."

Hermione gave my shoulder a little rub. "Not to excuse her, but I guess she is just acting as every mother wants to. No mother wants to give their child permission to potentially die in order to save someone else."

I was silent for a couple of moments, staring at one spot on the floor until my eyes lost their focus. "I shouldn't have yelled at her like that," I said finally.

Hermione turned her eyes back to the door that was still completely frozen. "I think she knows that you just love Harry and want to do everything you can to help him. Same with all of us really," Hermione said, giving my shoulder another rub.

"Yeah, I just don't get why she doesn't understand you know? It's not just about Harry and I. There's a bigger picture, and what can I possibly say to make her see that?"

Hermione contemplated the question for a moment, letting various thoughts run through her head responding. "Maybe she is like Seamus, and she just needs to see things for herself you know? Maybe she needs to see the bigger picture first hand in order to understand that this is not just something that we can all back out of."

I nodded. "I hope so. I would hate to think that I am going to lose my mother over this."

"I don't think you'll ever lose her Abby. We don't ever lose our parents, we just get lost in the grey areas."

I gave a little smirk. "I suppose you're right." I shifted my gaze back to the ice around my feet. "Perhaps I should try to get rid of this?" I said with a little laugh.

"It might not hurt," Hermione said, helping my stand up. I pulled my wand out of my pocket and pointed it at the pile of ice. "Scourgify," I said, running it around in circle until the puddle of ice was completely gone.

"Not too shabby," Hermione said with a little punch in my shoulder. We both turned towards the door at the sound of a knock. Hermione went over and opened it to find Ron and Harry standing on the other side.

"What are you two up to?" Ron asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

"Just chatting," said Hermione with a little shrug before turning her head towards me and giving me a little wink. I smiled at her while shoving my wand back in to my pocket.

"So, how did your chat with Sirius go?" I asked Harry as he sat down at the miniature table pressed up against the wall.

"Well I suppose. It's just nice to know he's here and so supportive."

We all nodded in understanding. Sirius really was one of the most understanding people in the world, and we were all glad that he could offer Harry the father figure that he had lacked for all of his life.

"What were you and your mom talking about?" asked Ron, eyeing a glass filled with dust skeptically.

"Oh, just life," I said with a little shrug.

"She stormed out with barely a word," said Harry, looking at me curiously. "It must have been a pretty intense conversation."

I gave another little shrug. "Difference in opinion on how to live my life is all," I said with a nonchalant smile. I could tell Harry didn't believe me but I didn't want to get in to it at the moment. Ultimately it was my decision on standing by Harry, not my mother's, and I hoped that in the end she would come around and support my decision.

"So, does your mother have more cleaning for us to do?" Hermione said, tapping the same glass that Ron had eyed. We all made disgusted faces as a worm climbed out of followed by a small cloud of dust that hovered for a couple of minutes.

"Agh, that is just gross," said Ron, stomping the worm beneath his foot.

"Well if there are more rooms that look like this one, then I would say yes," said Harry with a little laugh.

"Ooh, we should discuss what our next lesson is going to be about when we get back from the holidays," Hermione said with a bright smile.

"Good idea," chimed in Ron.

"Do you think teaching us how to do Patronuses would be out of the question?" Hermione asked with a bright smile.

"I don't see why not. It'll take some practice but we've got plenty of time, and it is definitely something a couple people have mentioned about wanting to learn," said Harry with a nod.

"Smart girl, Ginny is," said Ron with a little smirk.

"How so?" I asked, finding the statement rather random.

"Didn't she tell you the name she came up for our meetings, or at least what we should call ourselves?" said Ron in shock.

We all shook our heads.

"Dumbledore's Army," Ron said, sitting up a little bit straighter as he said it.

"That is great!" said Hermione with a big smile. "Absolutely perfect!"

"We'll have to congratulate Ginny for the title if we ever see her," I said with a little laugh.

"Eh, my mom has her helping with stuff in the kitchen," Ron said with sympathy for Ginny.

We nodded our head in understanding.

I could tell that Hermione had something on her mind. "What is it Hermione?" I asked.

"What do you think would happen if Professor Umbridge caught us?" she asked. We all stared at each other, each of uncertain as to what would happen.

"Well, I guess I'd just have to turn her into a popsicle," I said with a completely straight face.

Harry let out a little laugh. "She'd make a perfect popsicle."

"Yeah, cold and hard," chimed in Ron.