Deathly Hallows RPG

Athena looked at Harry then she looked at Dumbledore and sighed. "Harry, His spirit is in that picture and I can get him out if you want me to, but he will be a ghost and when we defeat Voldemort he will cross over. Professor, would you like me to do that?" She said turning to the painting. The painting nodded. Athena then turned to Harry. "Would you like that?" She asked.
 
McGonagall sat facing Angelica.
"Miss O’Connor," she said quietly. "I must know what happened." Blaise and Nott…
"I can’t tell you that, Professor."
"Come, girl, what is it?" They’re them, Professor.
"I can’t tell you, Professor."
"Were they teasing you?" Teasing me about my decisions.
"I can’t tell you that, Professor."
McGonagall stood. "I demand to know at once what happened, Angelica!"
Angelica closed her eyes.
"It’s…them. Blaise and Nott. Their arms."
"What?" gasped McGonagall, sitting down slowly.
"Their arms. They’ve been branded." And after that, a murdering silence swept through the room. Then, McGonagall spoke two words.
"Merlin’s beard…"
*
Professor McGonagall instructed Blaise and Nott to be removed from the Slytherin 7th Year boys’ dormitory, leaving Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle (Draco’s old henchmen) alone. The two gorillas hadn’t any idea why, but simply shrugged and went back to struggling to read The Adventures of Martin Miggs: The Mad Muggle. That surprised Angelica. She didn’t know they could read.
Before she entered her own dormitory that night, she snuck over to the 7th year girls’. She heard whispers…
Pansy was saying, "…but of course, she’s an idiot. And, get this! Completley head-over-heels for Zabini!"
Ruckus laughter from the other girls made Angelica’s ears burn. She knew they were talking about her.
"But, not any more, of course," said another. Angelica recognized it to be Clara Jesse. Pretty but dumb, she was the ideal girl for any power-hungry boy like Draco. So, it was a wonder she secretly (well, not so secretly, actually) hated Pansy for getting the Malfoy kid.
"Of course," agreed Pansy. "I can’t believe she’d turn them in!"
"I heard she was bullied by some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws!" said another. Vanessa Charles. Just like Zabini’s, her mother was rich, famous, and extremely beautiful. Though Angelica was sure her mother hadn’t been married more than twice.
"Yeah, but who’d you hear that from?" demanded Clara.
"Kelly Winslow," said Vanessa. "You know, that sixth year."
"Yeah, yeah, we all know Kelly Winslow," snarled Pansy. "Who doesn’t? Anyway, since when as Winslow been a reliable source?"
"Touché!" said Clara, laughing.
"So, back to O’Connor," said Pansy. "Shall we be hexing her tonight?"
"Since when have you cared about Angelica?"
"Since she got Blaise and Nott in trouble," cried Pansy. "Hello, Earth to girls! They could be kicked out and put into Azkaban!"
The room went deadly quiet. Angelica covered her mouth and nose with her hand, for fear they would hear her breathing.
"No," said a fourth voice. Angelica wasn’t sure, but she thought it belonged to Blaise’s cousin, Madeline. "No, they won’t be. They haven’t done anything. Mum would have told me. It would have been in the news." Here, she put on a manly voice: "Hogwarts Students Expelled – Involvement with the Dark Lord. Or something like that," she added in her normal voice.
"Well," said Pansy. "She still got them in trouble."
"Pans – you don’t like Blaise or Theo, do you?" asked Clara slowly.
"No!" said Pansy in shocked tones. "No…not Nott."
"Blaise?" the girls gasped. There was more silence, then giggles.
"Angelica’s not going to like that," said Madeline.
"Well, Angelica’s not going to know, is she?" said Pansy quietly.
"Of course not," replied Madeline quickly.
Enraged, Angelica turned and hurried to her own dormitory, where she collapsed fully-clothed onto her bed in tears.
*
That next morning, Angelica refused to leave the dormitory. She lay on her bed, face on pillow, as her best friends Elle and Maria sat on the end of her bed.
Both Elle Ray and Maria Santos were in the same position as Angelica. Elle’s mother wasn’t a Death Eater, but Voldemort knew she supported him. So, that was at least one family safe from the Dark Lord’s wrath. Maria’s uncle was a Death Eater, and her father and mother supported Voldemort.
But neither Elle nor Maria knew where to go.
They sat, tugging on Angelica’s feet and attempting to coax her out of bed.
"I heard breakfast is good," said Maria, who always thought about food. She ate so much, even though she was as thin as a wand. The thin people always need more to eat, she would say.
"You know Slughorn is going to kill you if you miss Potions," Elle pointed out.
"I don’t care!" Angelica shouted, though the pillow muffled her voice so Elle and Maria had to lean in to hear her. "I’m never coming out."
"Angelica!"
"No, Elle, I’m staying here."
"No, Angelica, you’re not," said Maria firmly. She and Elle tugged on her legs, so she came sliding off the bed. There, she landed on the floor, but curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth.
"Oh, Merlin, Angelica, you look like a filthy house-elf," snapped Maria. "This is ridiculous!" She grabbed Angelica’s shoulder and heaved her to her feet. Then, she drew her wand and pointed it, hard, between her friend’s shoulder blades. "Go," she commanded.
 
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Elf Mage said:
Athena looked at Harry then she looked at Dumbledore and sighed. "Harry, His spirit is in that picture and I can get him out if you want me to, but he will be a ghost and when we defeat Voldemort he will cross over. Professor, would you like me to do that?" She said turning to the painting. The painting nodded. Athena then turned to Harry. "Would you like that?" She asked.
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Harry scowled "its not the same...he'll be just like nearly headless Nick, but I guess he could travel around better." He nodded "go ahead." he said.
 
Athena raised her wand and pointed it straight at Albus. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and started chanting in a language long dead. It was Egyptian.
 
Albus felf himself being pulled out of the picture. When his spirit landed on the ground isead of being white and cold looking like other ghosts, Albus looked like he had a body. He was colored like a human, but he was a speicial kind of ghost. This kind of ghost was on the earth to fulfill their soul tasks, Dumbledore's was helping Harry Destroy the Horcuxes.
 
Albus smiled and held out his palm. "Yes, I can make myself solid. To prove it toach my hand." Albus said, his eyes twinkling.
 
Harry looked at Dumbledore's hand then very very slowly he put out his hand and took Dumbledore's...handshake style. "You are!...its...wow." Harry was dumbfounded and he shook the former headmaster's hand vigorously.
 
Albus smiled at Harry. "When you're in clases I'll be in my portrate." Albus explained. Athena walked up to the two of them and smiled. "I'm glad it worked. I found that spell in a tomb last year." She said.
 
Athena started pacing. "I'm not sure what happens next. Maybe we should plan when we're going to leave Hogwarts to find the Horcruxes." Athena said thinking.
 
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