The school year at Hogwarts was a blur of endless torture. Literally. Older students were told to use Crucio on first years for punishment. I wouldn't let Draco do it. It was heart breaking. Obviously I didn't do it myself either, and the Carrows punished me for it. It was better though, better than hurting innocent people. I wanted to be more like Neville, rebelling against the Death Eaters even though I was one. I wouldn't let that stand in my way. Then one day I saw him sneaking off with Dean and Seamus. I followed them, soon realizing they were heading to the Room of Requirement. Eventually they noticed me. "Hey look!" Shouts Seamus. "I want to talk to Neville." I say shyly. "What is it Anna?" Neville asks curiously. "I wish to join Dumbledore's Army. I... want to fight." I stutt

