❝𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈...❞
❝ ...𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞
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Harry Potter's older sister + a man destined for death...?
{ranked no.1 in #deadric}
[OC x Cedric Diggory]
[Goblet of Fire - Deathly Hallows]
The following few weeks had been going extremely well for the D.A. and everyone in it. Umbridge's lessons were no longer as painful when you were dreaming about the next meeting instead of pretending to read.
With the help of Hermione, Lexi had soon come up with a way of communicating time and date of the next meeting to all the members in case they needed to change it at short notice, because it would look so suspicious if people from different Houses were seen crossing the Great Hall to talk to each other too often. They gave each of the members of the D.A. a fake Galleon.
"You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?" Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. "On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coin, and because Lexi's put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his."
A blank silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.
"Well—we thought it was a good idea," she said uncertainly, "I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But... well, if you don't want to use them..."
"You can do a Protean Charm?" said Terry Boot to Lexi.
"Yes," she replied simply.
"But that's... that's NEWT standard, that is," he said weakly. "Oh, wait, you're in NEWT, I suppose."
Lexi just laughed lightly.
"How come you're both not in Ravenclaw?" he demanded, staring at Lexi and Hermione at the same time with something close to wonder. "With brains like yours? And you have twelve OWLs!" he pointed at Lexi.
"Dunno, my mum was extremely smart and she was a Gryffindor, maybe I'm just the same." Lexi had said in response.
"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting," said Hermione brightly, "but it decided on Gryffindor in the end. So does that mean we're using the Galleons?" There was a murmur of assent and everybody moved forward to collect one from the basket. Harry looked sideways at Hermione.
"You know what these remind me of?"
"No, what's that?"
"The Death Eaters' scars. Voldemort touches one of them, and all their scars burn, and they know they've got to join him."
"Well... yes," said Hermione quietly. "That is where we got the idea... but you'll notice I decided to engrave the date on bits of metal rather than on our members' skin..."
"Yeah... I prefer your way," said Harry, grinning, as he slipped his Galleon into his pocket. "I suppose the only danger with these is that we might accidentally spend them."
"Fat chance," said Ron, who was examining his own fake Galleon with a slightly mournful air. "I haven't got any real Galleons to confuse it with."
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