So, I say there was no congratulations for Snape. Of course, there wasn’t. I was the only one left that could have done anything have descent. Instead I had a plan to assist the school. Every house had their heads, then their Head Students and Prefects. I told them to make the plan go further. We needed a head of each year. This way if we needed to evacuate students for any reason, they would leave by year group in a systematic fashion. I was frequently seen at the school and students, teachers, Death Eaters etc had no reason for me not to be there. It was perfect. Ginny and Neville headed Gryffindor, Draco (yes, I knew I could trust him) and Daphne Greengrass for Slytherin, Luna and Belby for Ravenclaw and Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley for Hufflepuff. By Christmas we had a structure in place. The DA was set up again for those that wanted to and I heard from my uncle that the mutiny in the school was getting worse.

It wasn’t that I was against him. I knew the pressure that the Death Eaters were under and I knew the pressure that the muggle-borns were under. At one point I wanted to scream at Runcorn, a big man at the Ministry who enjoyed attacking muggleborns and getting at people’s family trees, that I was half-blood, that my grandfathers were a muggle that I have been to church (actually it was a synagogue but it doesn’t matter), that my father is NOT a pure wizard. I wanted to go with them. I’ll leave it for another story. I’ll… breathe.