HP Dawn Night

"Put this on, Vio." My mother woke me up the morning I left home when she walked into my bedroom at dawn.

"Mom?" I barely opened my eyes, and my mother was holding my head up and hanging a cold chain around my neck, "What is this?" I reached out to hold the silver-gray round locket at the bottom of the necklace , its texture is cold and heavy, the family crest is embossed on the front, and a violet is secretly engraved on the back.

"You have to promise that you won't take it off." Mom ignored my question, but demanded seriously, "I swear to Merlin, you won't take it off under any circumstances."

I stood up: "I swear."

"When necessary," said Mother, holding up the locket, "it will protect you and guide you to a safe place."

I immediately understood why my mother gave me this locket.

"But... am I not safe at Hogwarts?"

"Just in case," Mom's eyes twinkled in the dim light, "in times of war, no one has absolutely certain answers."

"But—" I looked at the locket in bewilderment, "how do I open it?"

"When you really need it, you will know." Mom stood up and turned towards the door. "It's still early, so you can sleep a little longer. Don't forget the promise you made to Merlin."

A few hours later, I boarded the express train with my locket and my doubts.

"Why did Aunt Margaret give you this?" Pansy stared curiously at the locket I had tucked into my neckline all the way.

"Protective," I replied curtly, wondering whether to tell Pansy all about the Dark Lord's return.

She was clearly puzzled by what I meant by "protection": "Has any danger surrounded you lately, Vio?"

When I was worrying about her reluctance, the door of the box was just opened, and Blaise's timely appearance rescued me: "Hello, Draco and I are wondering why you haven't arrived yet." He said .

"Maybe it's because you guys came too early." I said, "Give me a hand and help us carry the suitcase..."

"Draco, you've gone too far. You haven't written to us all holiday," Pansy scolded. "Do you know how worried Vio is?"

"I'm sorry," Draco apologized, "but I have good reasons."

Only then did I notice that he looked anxious and tired: "What's the matter with you?"

Draco didn't answer, but there was fear and horror in his eyes.When our eyes met, I was almost sure I caught the frightening depth of it.

"Sit down," Blaise said, closing the box door behind him. "We can't let anyone hear us, so—"

"Close your ears and listen." I raised my wand and waved at the door, "It's fine now."

"What's the matter?" Pansy frowned and sat down next to me.

Just as Draco was about to open his mouth, Blaise spoke first: "We have to tell you a very bad and terrible news... The three of us already know this news..." Pansy's mouth moved, she She should really want to blame us for hiding it from her, but Blaise's expression stopped her from speaking.

"The Dark Lord is back." I looked back at her and said clearly.

"The Dark Lord is back?" Pansy repeated my words unconsciously, her eyes were very confused for a moment, and then her eyes widened suddenly, "He's back!" She whispered hoarsely and terrified cried, "You're kidding! He's dead! Gone!—"

"The Dark Lord never died, he just disappeared temporarily." Blaise corrected and emphasized, "Hiding in an unknown place... After so many years, he finally accumulated enough power to meet an opportunity Got stronger again."

"Where is he?" asked Pansy, panting, terrified. "In, in England? Or somewhere? Is he in London? Is he going to Hogwarts? Merlin! The others know Is this news? So... has he already started to act? Slaughtering Muggles, clearing out half-bloods... I...he will come to Hogwarts! Hogwarts—”

She was shaking so much that I had to pinch Pansy's shoulders to keep her from sliding off the seat or jumping up.

"He won't come to Hogwarts for the time being, Pansy." Blaise explained gently, "He needs time to regroup his subordinates and build up power. There is not much left, the Dark Lord must first solve his internal problems. Besides, Hogwarts still has Dumbledore whom he fears, and the Ministry of Magic also has a group of brave and powerful Aurors."

"It's true what Potter said, the Dark Lord killed Cedric Diggory. It was the day, months ago, that he had been given new powers by the use of ancient evil magic, the day he used food The Dead Apostles summoned his former followers. The Azkaban escape, the Muggle accidents, the weird weather in England, it's all because of the Dark Lord," I said.

"Why didn't you tell me until now?" Pansy exhaled deeply, trembling.

"I'm...not sure if I can break this news to you."

"And I guessed it myself. On the train home, I asked Violet and Draco in code words, and they gave me an affirmative answer." Blaise said.

"The weather... no wonder you brought up the weather at that time, forget it, it's not important." Pansy propped himself up in his seat, "Then, who can answer me, where will the Dark Lord stay after he returns? ’ She looked around our faces, ‘Can’t live above the Leaky Cauldron, can I?’

"My house." Draco, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and said, his face was pale as death, "He has lived in my house since I came to Hogwarts."

There was no sound in the carriage.

The news stunned me and Pansy at the same time, and I suddenly understood why Draco's greeting card was so simple, why he didn't even send me a word, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

"God, Draco..." I grabbed his cold hand.

"Don't be angry with me, Vio." He held my hand back with a slight trembling, "That's terrible...he lives in the guest room, and different people come to see him every day. The house elves are trembling, My parents had to go through a lot of stress and I was stuck in my room the whole holiday and the whole house was like dead. I didn't dare to contact anyone, who knows if he would know about me What did you write in the letter?"

There was silence.Blaise and Pansy seemed to have drowned in the horrific atmosphere Draco explained, and I rubbed his hand: "You mean, he turned your house into a headquarters?"

"No, not yet." He shook his head with a wry smile, "He fought against Potter just after recovering, which made him seriously injured, and now he is just recuperating at my house, but—who knows when he will recover Get up? At that time, I am afraid that, as you said, my house will become the command base of the Dark Lord."

In the terrible silence, Blaise suddenly said: "Come on, we have to think about what to do."

"What to do?" Pansy looked up at him, "Do you want to raise an army to fight the Dark Lord?"

Blaise's eyebrows trembled slightly: "Let's leave such things to the heroes. I just think we need to find a way to protect ourselves."

"And the parents," I interjected.

Pansy sneered: "This problem doesn't exist for me."

"What? The Parkinsons still refuse to reconcile with you?" Blaise asked, looking sideways at her.

"Now is not the time to talk about that." Pansy changed the subject impatiently, "Saving yourself is easier said than done."

"Brace is right." I thought for a while, then took out the locket from my collar and showed it to them, "My mother gave me this, saying it would protect me in critical moments."

"Many ancient families have such things to protect the precious blood of heirs." Brace said, "Generally speaking, private estates can also serve as shelters during wartime, and they will hide from outsiders. Only the owner can hide inside."

"Neither of those things exist for me." Draco said with some despair, "My parents dared not give me any protection under the eyes of the Dark Lord, and Malfoy Manor—ha!" He Laughed mockingly.

Pansy gave him a sympathetic look and said reassuringly, "At least we're the same in this respect." She joked, "Maybe the Parkinsons have deleted me from the family tree by now."

"But I may still be able to hide in Hogwarts, but my parents are in his hands." Draco said almost collapsed, "You can't imagine... you can't imagine..."

I really can't imagine the appearance of Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius, who are usually aloof, bowing their knees in front of the Dark Lord, which immediately explains why Draco is in such pain.

"Brace, does your mother know the news that the Dark Lord is back?" I asked tentatively.

"Of course she knows." Blaise said calmly, "Through my stepfather's relationship, if the situation is slightly wrong, she can quickly follow him to Bulgaria-provided he is still alive at that time." He said mockingly .

"then you--?"

Blaise looked around our faces: "I told her I wasn't going, I chose to stay with my friends."

"Thank you for your support." Draco cheered up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Cheer up, buddy." Blaise thumped Draco's back hard, "As a cunning poisonous snake, you can't just be intimidated like this!"

Draco pulled the corner of his mouth: "Venomous snake? I just recently discovered that my arrogant father is actually just a double-dealer who sees the wind and the wind, and he dare not say a word in front of the Dark Lord."

"I do have an idea," I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Draco, do you still remember when we saw the Audio-Technica and a group of other people coming out of the Pig's Head Bar? At that time, we thought they were having a party. Now think about it, They are most likely looking for those who believe in the return of the Dark Lord, forming a team to train in secret, so as to resist the possible threat."

"You don't mean to join them?" Pansy stared at me dumbfounded.

"Join? Impossible. They won't agree, and I don't think like they do... I said, why don't we start learning some... um, not so good stuff in private too?"

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So here comes the question - Gryffindor has engaged in "Dumbledore's Army", what should this group of Slytherins be called?