Voldemort's werewolf minion Fenrir Greyback has reverted back to his evil ways after a brief stint with the Rebellion. Now Cho and the former Triwizard Tournament champions must redeem him... or destroy him!
Vous Ítes Fleur Delacour.
The mood at the Three Broomsticks this evening is one of jubilation.
No sooner do you emerge from the ladies' bathroom than the whole inn suddenly bursts into cheering and shouts of applause. Your husband Bill Weasley runs up to you, grinning with good tidings.
"What eez it?" you ask, breathless. "I 'ave only been gone a few meenutes, and now everyone eez celebrating. Iz there news?"
"The best!" he tells you, pulling you in close for an embrace, then just as quickly pulling back and setting his strong hands on your shoulders. "We've just gotten word: The Ministry has fallen. You-Know-Who's been driven out!"
You stare at him wide-eyed, your own mouth breaking out into a wide grin. "Zut alors, zat's... zat's wonderful news!" You both lean in for an impassioned kiss before he leads you back to your table where your other companions Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and Hannah Abbott are already feverishly discussing the good news, thumping the table, shaking hands, shouting congratulations at each other. Bill's brother Charlie claps a hand on Bill's back as you return, and you see even Viktor has replaced his usual scowl with an unabashed grin; Luna meanwhile gazes around absentmindedly with her customary wide eyes as if she'd wandered into the inn by accident.
Everyone's talking very excitedly about today's events, seemingly all at once.
"We've done it now!" several of them shout.
"Can you believe the rumors it was the Malfoys, of all people, who are behind the coup?" says Cho.
"And it was a fellow Gryffindor, Romilda Vane and her dad, who nearly did in You-Know-Who himself, just before he got away!" exclaims Neville.
"So it looks like we were right to trust the Slytherins after all," observes Cedric.
"I can't believe it happened this soon!" Hannah exults. "I'm so glad."
"He probably never even saw it coming, I'll wager," Charlie boasts.
"They say the Blibbering Humdinger can be seen wandering the darkened halls deep below the Ministry," says Luna dreamily. "But only on the first new moon of the year."
As you and the two Weasley brothers retake your seats, Madam Rosmerta comes bustling over to your table Levitating no less than ten mugs full of butterbeer. Bill winces slightly. "I don't think we're going to be able to afford all those, Rosmerta."
"Don't you worry about it for a moment, Bill," she tells him, sitting across from you at the last remaining seat at your table. "After the good news today, these are all on the house. Drink up, everyone!" Distributing the butterbeers (you'd prefer a fine port yourself, but after the news you've just received, you're not feeling picky), Rosmerta holds her mug up. "To the Rebellion," she says.
"The Rebellion!" you all echo, clinking mugs all around and downing a swig of butterbeer each. Never has the hideous ale tasted so sweet.
Hannah, sitting next to Rosmerta, is now practically hugging the woman whom you just now remember was Hannah's Mentor for the Games. "Thank you so much for helping us, Madam Rosmerta--first for getting us out of the Arena and now lending us your inn to hide in and everything!"
"Oh sweetheart, it's the very least I could do," she says, and her expression suddenly becomes very serious. "I still can't forgive myself for what happened last year, for the pain I helped cause, the death I almost brought about."
"You are referring to zat Malfoy boy 'oo cursed you, Madame?" you ask her.
She nods solemnly.
"Don't forget, though, Draco Malfoy's joined our side now," Cho urges. "And if what we've just heard on Potterwatch is right, he and his father have helped kick You-Know-Who out of power."
"I know, dearie," Rosmerta assures her. "I have no grudge against the boy; I know what he was up against. But that business with the opal necklace--I mean, even though Katie Bell has no memory of it, I guess she's lucky in that way. I recall every moment of my bondage, and all too clearly at that."
Getting up to return to her work, she shakes her head regretfully but forces a smile. "I'm just glad that Bell girl is still alive." And she shuffles off.
You turn to Bill. "So what happened at ze Meenistry? 'Ow did ze Malfoys overzzrow--"
But at that moment, Neville hushes all conversation at the table with a sharp "SHHH!" pointing urgently to the wireless dial where the voice Charlie has identified as Lee Jordan continues with yet more news.
"Wait a moment," Lee says. "The owls just keep coming in, folks! And if you thought we had good news earlier, it's only getting better now. We've just received word of numerous sightings of none other than Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alastor Moody, and many others from the Order of the Phoenix--previously missing and presumed imprisoned in Azkaban--but now we're told they're back on the scene again, most of them assisting at the Ministry to drive out You-Know-Who.
"That's right ladies and gentlemen, the prisoners have been sprung from Azkaban at last!"
It's as if an explosion has gone off at the Three Broomsticks as everyone at your table and the surrounding tables throughout the inn suddenly erupts with cheers and shouts of jubilation. All round, more high-fives are exchanged, strangers hug strangers, and you go down the table embracing everyone.
And none seem more overjoyed by this news than Bill and Charlie Weasley. "Fred and George!" they exclaim to no one and everyone, jumping up and down like schoolboys. "Those're our brothers! They did it, they did it!"
After the din dies down a little, you notice Luna idly staring at her Dumbledore's Army coin. "It's a bit odd, isn't it?" she says inquisitively. "Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson went with Fred and George to Azkaban. But none of them have sent any messages on their D.A. Galleons." She says this with all the air of someone merely noting an anomaly in the weather forecast.
Neville holds out his Galleon, examining it with increasing scrutiny himself. "She's right," he says after a time. "Ginny, the Patils, and even Malfoy let us know when they finished their missions. If the four who went to Azkaban succeeded, I wonder why they haven't let us know yet?"
"I wouldn't worry about them," Cedric says easily. "Obviously their mission was a success, as we just heard. And with all the information coming out right now, we'd also have heard if anything went amiss."
"That," Cho agrees, "and they'd have alerted you if they got into trouble out there, right?"
"Yes, that was part of the instructions we gave everyone," Luna affirms.
You're most relieved to see the comfortable looks on the Weasleys' faces. "If I know my brothers," Charlie tells the group with a wry smile, "I'm sure they're up to something very devious and probably have good reasons for what they're doing."
"Oh, speaking of brothers," Bill says, turning to you, "I nearly forgot to tell you what happened with Percy. See, we--"
But he's cut off again, this time by Cedric, who shushes everyone once more, listening intently to the wireless.
"More news coming in folks," comes Lee's voice again, "but this time it's not so good. Fenrir Greyback, former leader of the Snatchers, as you know joined the Rebellion for a short time earlier in the week after a vicious memory wipe. According to our sources, though, it seems he's re-remembering his loyalty to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and has been recalled to his service after the fall of the Ministry of Magic. To recap for those tuning in for the first time, new Snatchers leader Scabior was killed in action days ago when a team..."
But you can't hear any more over Cedric, Cho, and others, who have started talking excitedly. "Greyback's gone back to the Dark Side!" the latter remarks nastily. "Why didn't I see this coming?"
"I wouldn't be so quick to judge, Cho," Cedric cuts across her. "His turnaround during the Horcrux hunt seemed genuine enough."
"But how could you trust a werewolf, Cedric?" Hannah implores her fellow Hufflepuff.
"Remus Lupin is a werewolf," Luna says brightly, referring to her Mentor.
"But... But... That's different!" Hannah protests.
"Regardless of Greyback's loyalties," Cedric announces, getting to his feet, "it's clear we're going to have to deal with him one way or another."
"What d'you have in mind?" Neville asks, likewise getting up. "We still haven't finished searching the Hogwarts grounds for possible You-Know-Who related happenings. Especially important now after he got the what-for from the Ministry!"
"I think our tasks are about to dovetail quite nicely then. After all, if Lord Voldemort is employing Greyback again, guess where one or the other is most likely to be found?"
"There are loads of hiding places in and around Hogwarts," Hannah admits resignedly, after an involuntary shudder at Cedric's offhanded mention of Voldemort's name. (She confessed to you that he never used to use that name before he became a vampire.)
"Zen I am afraid we shall have to searche ze grounds at 'Ogwarts zoroughly until we find eezzer ze wairwolf or Voldeh-mor'." You notice that those who normally flinch at his name don't do so when you say it since you give it a proper French pronunciation, including a silent T at the end, as it should be.
"And I have Norberta out back," Charlie says, referring to his six-year-old Norwegian Ridgeback dragon on whom he flew here to Hogsmeade. "I can cover air patrol for the group."
You notice your husband has been silent since the news of Greyback's reversion, and looking at him now, you see his jaw working within his closed mouth--the scars from Greyback's previous attack seeming to vibrate and throb on his cheek.
"Bill," you tell him tenderly, "I don't theenk you should go wizz us, not if zere are wairwolves about."
"Nonsense, Fleur!" He looks at you, stricken. "If Greyback's out there, then of course I want to fight!"
"I think she's right, though, Bill," Charlie agrees protectively. "Come with me on Norberta. We'll be a better help to them looking out from above."
But Bill doesn't look at him. He keeps his pleading gaze upon you instead.
A.) Let Bill tag along with you?
B.) Insist Bill go with Charlie?