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"Helga," said Deanna. "I miss Quidditch." She walked down to the pitch with Ernie, Justin, Hannah and Susan. Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing today. She had wished Harry, Ron, Fred and George good luck during breakfast. Fred and George had gave her a scarf and a Quidditch sweater for her to show her Gryffindor spirit.

"You play, Deanna?" said Ernie.

"Yeah," she said. "I was a Beater, and –" Deanna stopped suddenly, remembering none of them knew how she returned. She wanted to tell them, but it was harder than she thought. Reliving the memories once more was something Deanna didn't want. She shook her head and smiled as they finally arrived. She chuckled when she heard Luna Lovegood's loud lion hat that roared. The Gryffindors rose and flew on their brooms. Deanna cheered and clapped along with the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. She saw one of the Slytherin boys and frowned. He looked just like Abraxas Malfoy.

"Hannah," said Deanna, nudging her and motioning to the Slytherin. "Who is he?"

"That's Draco Malfoy, Deanna," said Hannah. Deanna just nodded along and thought about it. He must be Lucius Malfoy's son, and Lucius Malfoy must be Abraxas' son. Nonetheless, she shook off her thoughts and watched the game. Deanna winced whenever Ron missed the Quaffle.

"Bell dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger — close call, Katie — and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"

And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands:

Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That's why Slytherins all sing:

Weasley is our King.

Weasley was born in a bin,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley will make sure we win,

Weasley is our King.

Deanna's eyes narrowed and she glared at the Slytherins. Some of the Slytherins' voices had faltered when they met her eyes. Susan patted her on the shoulder. "There, there, Deanna, calm down."

Deanna smiled at her and cupped her hands around her mouth. "YOU CAN DO IT, RON!" And Ron glance towards her with a slight smile as Warrington drew neared to him.

"— and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead —"

A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below:

Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring...

"— so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper, Weasley, brother of Beaters, Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team — come on, Ron!" Groans came from the Gryffindor side while cheers came from the Slytherins. Deanna let out a sigh and glared at them as they sang even louder. It was preposterous. How could they let them do that? They were even worse than the Slytherins during her days, and that was saying a lot. She was about to take out her wand and cast a Silencing spell on them when Justin took it from her and shook his head.

"Give it to me, Justin," said Deanna, gritting her teeth.

"Deanna, she's watching you," he whispered, handing back her wand. Deanna turned around and saw Umbridge smiling at her from the staff box. Damn, she knew she was screwed when she saw Umbridge whisper something to Minerva, whose face turned grave. She looked as if she was about to protest when Umbridge had said something that made her shut up. Minerva was frowning as she looked at Deanna, who smiled slightly and turned her attention back to the game.

"Are you fine, Deanna?" said Ernie worriedly.

"Y-Yeah, just swell," she said, rolling her shoulders back. If ever she had a detention, it was fine. She was stronger now. After talking to Hermione, no matter what Umbridge would say, she knew in herself what was the truth and what the people she cared about felt. When Harry caught the Snitch, she cheered to her heart's delight and pulled her Hufflepuff friends into a tight hug. She was glad she returned. Nobody, not Umbridge, not Voldemort or anyone else would change that.

Deanna was so immersed in her happiness that she did not notice two people watching her. One from Gryffindor and another from Slytherin. One looking at her with adoration and one looking at her with curiosity, but those two witches had the same thoughts in their minds. Deanna Dumbledore had a beautiful smile.

They started filing out of the stadium and the Hufflepuff Quintet were still talking excitedly about the match. Suddenly, Minerva came, marching up to Deanna. "Macmillan, Abbott, Bones, Finch-Fletchley. I will borrow Miss Dumbledore for a few moments. Thank you." Without waiting for a response, she took Deanna's arm and started dragging her away.

"Minerva, I-"

"Not now, Deanna," Minerva said sternly. Deanna just looked down and followed the Professor. Umbridge had done it again.

"HARRY! GEORGE, NO!" The two of them stopped walking and they saw Harry punch Draco Malfoy in the stomach.

"Harry throws a good punch," said Deanna, whistling. Minerva's face turned red as she was now staring at the two boys. Madam Hooch had dismissed them and Harry and George had marched up to the castle.

"Come on," said Minerva with a shaky voice. The two of them had walked quickly to catch up to the two boys. When Harry and George were near the door of her office, Minerva walked in front of them and tore her Gryffindor scarf from her throat in anger.

"In!" she said furiously. "All of you."

Deanna smiled weakly and whispered to Harry as she passed. "Aim for the eye next time." Harry and George smiled lightly, but their smiles were wiped off when Minerva threw her scarf onto the floor.

"Well?" she said. "I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two onto one! Explain yourselves!"

"Malfoy provoked us," said Harry stiffly.

"Provoked you?" shouted Minerva, slamming a fist onto her desk. "He'd just lost, hadn't he, of course he wanted to provoke you! But what on earth he can have said that justified what you two —"

"He insulted my parents," snarled George. "And Harry's mother. He said that they're going to get Deanna." Minerva's eyes widened as she exchanged glances with the equally surprised Deanna. She thought that it had to do with Voldemort. After all, Abraxas was part of his group of Slytherins. It was likely that his descendants would have done the same, forced or not.

"But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you two decided to give an exhibition of Muggle dueling, did you? Have you any idea what you've — ?"

"Hem, hem." Deanna stifled a groan and turned around to see Umbridge in the doorway. She was going to interfere again, but her heart was filled with hope. Minerva was there. Surely, she wouldn't be able to do anything to Harry and George. After all, Minerva was the Head of their House. "May I help, Professor McGonagall?"

"Help?" said Minerva in a constricted voice. "What do you mean, 'help'?"

"Why, I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority," Umbridge said, smiling sickly.

"You thought wrong," Minerva said, turning her back on Umbridge. "Now, you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you possess, your behavior was disgusting and I am giving each of you a week's worth of detention! Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And if either of you ever —"

"Hem, hem."

Minerva closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She opened them and faced Umbridge. "Yes?"

"I think they deserve rather more than detentions," said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly.

"But unfortunately," Minerva said, her jaw clenched, "it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores."

"Well, actually, Minerva, I think you'll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it? Cornelius just sent it... I mean," she gave a little false laugh as she rummaged in her handbag, "the Minister just sent it... Ah yes..." She had pulled out a piece of parchment, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said. "Hem, hem... 'Educational Decree Number Twenty-five...'"

"Not another one!" exclaimed Minerva violently.

"Well, yes," said Umbridge, still smiling. "As a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you who made me see that we needed a further amendment... You remember how you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play? And also, how you, Professor Sprout and Dumbledore had intervened with how I punish my students?" Deanna raised an eyebrow at Minerva, who avoided her eyes. They told her they wouldn't interfere at all, and she found out from Umbridge of all people of what they had done.

"Well, now, I couldn't have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she — that is to say, I — would have less authority than common teachers! And you see now, don't you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming? Dreadful tempers...

"Anyway, I was reading out our amendment... hem, hem... 'The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, etc., etc...' "

Umbridge rolled up the parchment and put it back into her handbag, still smiling. "So... I really think I will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again." Deanna glared at her. She was taking away Quidditch from them when all they had done was defend their parents?

"B-Ban us? From playing... ever again?" said Harry.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I think a lifelong ban ought to do the trick. You and Mr. Weasley here. And I think, to be safe, this young man's twin ought to be stopped too — if his teammates had not restrained him, I feel sure he would have attacked young Mr. Malfoy as well. I will want their broomsticks confiscated, of course; I shall keep them safely in my office, to make sure there is no infringement of my ban."

"You can't do that," said Deanna dangerously.

Umbridge turned to her, now smiling as wide as she could that Deanna thought her cheeks had to hurt by now. "Miss Dumbledore, don't think I didn't see you. You were about to attack the innocent Slytherins a while ago."

"They were singing that damned song-"

"Miss Dumbledore!" said Umbridge in a fake sweet tone. "It looks like you haven't got the message yet from all your detentions. You'll see me on Saturday next week at eight o' clock in the morning."

"I am not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall," she continued, turning back to Minerva who looked as if she was trying her best to keep calm. "The rest of the team can continue playing, I saw no signs of violence from any of them. Well... good afternoon to you." And with a look of the utmost satisfaction Umbridge left the room, leaving a horrified silence in her wake.

"Deanna," said Minerva softly. "I'm so sorry."

"It's no problem, Min," she said, smiling slightly at her before turning to Harry and George. She clapped them on the backs. "It will be fine, you two. I know it will." The two just smiled back at her before leaving the room with goodbyes. Deanna let out a sigh and sank into the chair.

"I'm sorry, Deanna," said Minerva. "We know you didn't want us to intervene, but-"

"It's fine, Minerva," said Deanna, chuckling slightly. "I would've done the same." Then, she sighed again. "I'm worried about Harry, Fred and George though. I mean, a Quidditch ban? That's such horrible thing to happen during these times. We all need a little-" She was cut off when Minerva started grinning at her. "Did I say something?"

"Nothing," said Minerva, the grin still there on her face. "It's just that you're too kind, Dee, you're not even thinking of the fact that you're going to have a whole day of detention with her on your birthday." Deanna's eyes widened. Indeed, she was about to turn fifteen.

"Merlin's beard, Minnie," said Deanna, smiling slightly. "I'm turning fifteen."

"That you are, love. What would you like on your special day?"

"Hmm," said Deanna, thinking hard about it. What did she want? "Hotdogs?" Minerva stared at her for a few moments before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, you," said Minerva in between her laughter. "You truly are one of a kind."

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After talking with Minerva, Deanna told her father about how she had another detention with Umbridge. Dumbledore was upset, especially when he found out that it was on Deanna's birthday, and in turn, Deanna confronted him about how he had interfered when he promised he wouldn't. And the two stubborn Dumbledores had defended themselves by saying they crossed their fingers and all was forgiven with a glass of chocolate milk and a pack of lemon drops.

Deanna bid goodbye to him and went to her Hufflepuff friends to tell them that she just had another detention. Of course, they were all worried about her, knowing now what detentions Umbridge had been giving after one of the younger Hufflepuffs, Noah Knight, earned detention because of answering back to her. Deanna had given him a vial of Murtlap essence for his hand. After reassuring the four mother hens, she then started her way to the Gryffindor tower, wanting to know how Harry, George and Fred were doing, but then, she heard a shout.

"PEEVES! LEAVE ME ALONE!" It was Ron, still in his Quidditch gear, looking pale with snow in his hair.

"Weasley is our king," sang Peeves. "He cannot save a-"

"Peevesy," said Deanna, coming to them. Ron looked down when he saw her while Peeves smiled innocently.

"Yes, Daredevil?"

"Think you could mess with Umbridge now?" And Deanna's words made Peeves cackle as he flew away. Deanna chuckled before she sat down beside Ron. "Ron-"

"I know what you're going to say," he said bitterly. "I did bad. I shouldn't have listened to their chants. I should have practiced. I should have played better."

"Actually, I wasn't going to say that. I was going to ask if you were fine," she said softly. "But I can see you aren't."

"Sorry, Deanna," said Ron, letting out a deep sigh. "I've always wanted to play Quidditch, but I don't think I'm cut out for it. Look at me. I've let the whole team down. I thought I could do a good job by practicing... Be like Fred, George and Charlie. But I didn't." Deanna smiled softly and remembered her own friend, who had these same thoughts once about Quidditch.

"Ron, do you know Aries Solis?"

"He was your friend, wasn't he?" said Ron, confused about why she was saying this.

"He was," said Deanna, smiling widely. "And he was a terrible Quidditch player... at first." Ron stared at her, all his attention now on the story. "He wanted to give up, to concentrate on studying instead, so he quit the team, but I found out that he only quit the team to practice and become better. He was a Keeper, just like you, Ron. He used to never be able to save the Quaffle, but he soon turned out to be one of the best Keepers in Hogwarts."

"My point is you shouldn't give up, Ron. You've got the passion for Quidditch, you've got the potential too. All you need is a little motivation and a few tips."

Ron's face lit up. "Could you teach me, Deanna?"

"No problem, Ron," she said, grinning at him. "I'd love to." Ron beamed at her and pulled her into a sudden hug. Deanna smiled and hugged him back.

"You're an amazing friend, Deanna," said Ron. "I'm glad I met you."

"I'm glad too, Ron," she said, her heart warming at his words. She was ready to face her detention on Saturday. She was wrong. There were more benefits than damages from her return, and to these people who had made her feel loved and feel as if she belonged to this time, she would give back. They pulled away and started their way to Gryffindor Tower. On their way there, Deanna looked out the window at Hagrid's hut and her eyes widened when there was smoke coming out of the chimney.

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Hey everyone! Thank you so much for 300 votes and 2000 reads on Salvation uwu. I'm so sorry for the short chapter. Next week, we've got more Deanna and Hermione moments. I hope you enjoy reading. Much love <3

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