Madison Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 30: Believe Us

Ushered out of the Great Hall, Harry and I looked at each other.

"We need to see McGonagall," the two of us said at the same time.

Together, Harry and I sped walked towards the Hospital Wing, where Professor McGonagall would be.

"Did you see....?" Harry trailed on.

I nodded grimly, my face ashen, my freckles looking like oranges on a pale face.

"Yeah, I saw Voldemort and Sirius."

He nodded.

Soon enough, the pair of us reached the large oak doors to the Hospital Wing; the doors were all too familiar. Too familiar.

We pushed them open, like we owned the place, and caught Madame Pomfrey by surprise.

"Where's McGonagall?" Harry bluntly asked.

I nudged him in the side for his blunt rudeness.

"She had to be transferred to St. Mungo's."

"What? No...." I stumbled.

"At her age.... Four stunning spells to the chest! I'm surprised that she's alive!"

The thought of Professor McGonagall dead punctured my heart with a needle. I could never see her being dead- she is tough and strong.

It's almost like Professor Snape killing Dumbledore, who falls off of the Astronomy tower.

How bogus would that be?

A minute or two later, Harry and I raced out of the Hospital Wing.

There was a few more minutes left until the exams officially finished; Harry and I took that time to walk back towards the third floor corridor- the very one which was restricted in our first year- to talk.

The two of us hadn't talked a whole lot together- by ourselves, just us two- in the past few years. If anything, back when we slept in the cupboard under the stairs was when we were the closest.

"Who do we tell? McGonagall is gone.... So is Dumbledore and Hagrid."

I shrugged in response, not knowing what could possibly make this situation any better. Sure, I had an idea who we could tell, but the likely hood of them actually believing us was low but high at the same time.

"Ron? Hermione?" I offered.

Harry's emerald green eyes widened and nodded. If anything, I was probably the intelligent one between us two.

The bell then rang, and everybody taking the OWLS race out of the Great Hall in excitement.

"Ron!" Harry yelled.

"Hermione!" I yelled.

The two of them came over, Hermione with a disapproving look on her face.

"You two should be in the Hospital Wing!" Hermione sternly said, acting like she was our mother.

Oh wait, we don't have a mother.

"No! Listen- Sirius is being tortured by Voldemort!" Harry yelled.

Hermione looked at me, almost as if she would believe my word more than she would believe Harry's.

I nodded in response.

"Hermione, I saw the same thing too."

Ron looked at us and nodded.

"I believe them."

"Well, let's think of a plan to check if Sirius is really there."

•••

And so that's what we did. We figured out a plan to make sure that Sirius was actually at the Ministry or not.

I decided that I would go with Ron, while Ginny and Luna went to Umbridge's corridor to warn students that were going to come down that way not to do so. They planned to say that one of Fred and George's pranks just went off, leaving a smell so disgusting that you would feint from it.

Which, they were both lying.

Harry and Hermione went to retrieve the cloak, and then went to use the fire in the Toad's office.

Ron and I had the most important job.

The two of us had to actually go to the Toad.

I mean, usually I'm not up for the idea to go and find the Toad. Neither Ron and I are in Hufflepuff, so we won't be good at it.

Much to my surprise, however, we were able to find her soon enough. All too soon.

"Professor!" Ron exclaimed, looking at me.

His face told me don't-you-get-pissed-now-or-else-this-won't-work. I nodded at him slightly.

"What was that ruckus!?" Toad exclaimed.

"Uh, what ruckus?" Ron replied.

"I heard a ruckus!"

"Can you describe the ruckus sir?" I said in a sassy tone.

"Oh, move out of my way."

"Peeves is making a ruckus in the Charms corridor!" I called.

She didn't believe us.

•••

I was bounded in chains. Not literally, but I felt like I was.

I stood next to Ron and Neville (who had conveniently showed up), a sixth year Slytherin from the Iquestrial Squad restraining me.

I might have tried to attack Malfoy.

I couldn't pay attention because the Slytherin was basically strangling me, so the next thing that I remember was Umbridge asking Snape for Vertirisum.

Next thing I know, I'm screaming the same thing as Harry.

"He's got Padfoot! He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!"

Snape stood still.

"Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where is what hidden?" Umbridge demanded. "What is it, Snape?"

Snape stood still, lacking emotion on his face. Plainly and coldly, he told her, "I have no idea."

He exited the room.

Umbridge laughed. "The Cruciatus Curse out to loosen your tongues, Potters!"

"No!" Hermione cried.

"What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him. He never knew I ordered dementors after Potter last summer, but he was delighted to be given the chance to expel him, all the same."

She began to say the curse, but Hermione interrupted her.

"NO! Harry, Madison, we have to tell her!"

"No!" Harry called out.

"Now, Granger, with whom was Potter communicating with?" Toad asked.

"Well," Hermione gulped, "well, he was trying to speak to Professor Dumbledore...."

I suddenly saw her angle. Damn Hermione is smart!

"Dumbledore?" Umbridge was ecstatic. "You know where he is located, then?"

"Well, no.... But we ad to two him something!"

"What did you have to tell him?"

"That its ready! The weapon is ready!"

The Toad was full of joy. "Weapon! Show it to me."

And so, Umbridge took Hermione and Harry out with her.

I looked at Ginny, Ron, Neville and Luna.

It was time to escape.

•••

I would like you all- readers with an account- to write a little one-shot about Madison and George.

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