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DEFYING EXPECTATIONS
AUTHOR’S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
All familiar characters belong to J.K. Rowling. This is inspired by a fic I read a couple of years ago where some Slytherins had fought against Umbridge and Voldemort’s forces and the thing that I remember most is that when Umbridge came to power, Blaise (who I seem to recall being a girl in this particular story) and some other Slytherins banded together with the other houses against her, even going as far as to stop each other from placing hexes, curses, and jinxes on Umbridge so that no one would get in trouble. The other thing that I remember is that Snape often told them that they could trust him but they found out that he was actually a Death Eater and had no redemptive arc. As stated, I don’t remember the title of the fic or who wrote it, so for right now, this is just a general shout out and thanks for the inspiration. To the readers, if this was your story or you know who wrote it, please let me know so I can give you proper credit.
PROLOGUE: PROPHECY
OCTOBER 31, 1981
In Hogsmeade, Sybil Trelawney drank her butterbeer as she listened to the low and subdued chatter around her. She, like everyone else, had heard about the deaths of the Potters, betrayed by their Secret Keeper. Poor James and Lily, she mused. Though, it didn’t make sense. Sirius was James’ best friend, everyone knew it. Why would he betray him to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? It just didn’t sound like him.
“I can’t believe it happened. Sirius was supposed to be James’ best friend,” came a whisper.
“Well look at who his family is. They were all Slytherins, and all Slytherins are evil,” someone whispered back. Oh rubbish! Sybil thought to herself. Such beliefs were ridiculous and she couldn’t believe people were still buying into them. But apparently, they were which didn’t do Hogwarts any good. She took another sip of butterbeer and then froze. Images were rushing in. She wasn’t quite sure what she was seeing other than the fact that she was in Hogwarts. She watched in trepidation as a familiar figure walked into the dining hall.
“Surrender the boy to me and I’ll forget your lapse of judgment and spare you,” a voice snarled.
“No,” a seventeen-year-old white-haired boy stated, standing up at his table.
“No?” came the surprised retort.
“We stay and fight. This is our school not yours!” a seventeen-year-old girl responded doing the same.
“And who are you children to defy me, Lord Voldemort?”
“We are Ravenclaw, full of wisdom.”
“We are Hufflepuff, loyal to the end.”
“We are Gryffindor, courageous and true.”
“We are Slytherin, cunning and fierce.”
“We are…Hogwarts!” One-by-one, the students at the tables stood up, wands in hands. There was a scream, and then a blinding light. The woman gasped as the scene faded, blinking as the bar came back into focus.
“Sybil?” a female voice asked.
“He’s not---he’s not gone for good,” the young woman gasped.
“What are you talking about?” the same voice queried, her voice skeptical.
“Years from now, Voldemort will rise and attack Hogwarts. Kids will battle him. But I don’t know if he dies or they die,” Trelawney responded. Then, at the raised brows, “It’s true! I saw it!” How come no one ever believes me? she wondered.
“I think you’ve had a little too much butterbeer,” the woman stated and Sybil huffed, paid for her drink, and walked out. What a night. First James and Lily were killed, and now her “gift” was acting up. Perfect. Someday, she was going to make sure she was taken seriously. Someday…