a hogwarts legend born again

[Ethan Hunter Potter]

During the time Ethan was held captive by Cato Blackwell, he really got to realizing just how messed up the world really was. He had always known he didn't have much faith in the rest of humanity, but never like this. He had hoped as so many others that people had really moved past all this at the end of the war generations ago. To think that someone is still persuing this dream of a pure blood world again was just insane. He never understood why that mattered so damn much in the first place. But then again, Ethan was one of the few people who could just knew things, like how to treat people, how to problem solve, most things that required intellect came naturally to him. But this time, he hadn't seen it coming. Through the pain of detox from the many drugs he was on to the many broken bones he had left there with though, he remembered almost all of it. Bits and peices mostly, but it was something he would never be able to forget.

During his recovery time, there was not much he could do to pass the time. His Uncle who had been injured pretty bad as well, had suggested he turned to reading. Since the two of them had always gotten along well, and Sirius had been around for him sometimes what seemed more than his own father had been, he took the advice and the books that were lent to him. In all the books Sirius had written little things that his father, Ethan's grandpa had told him about to correct things or add details that not everyone took into account. One of the things he learned of was the student army Harry had started. Dumbledore's Army. The purpose was to train the students to be able to do the defensive magic that they were no longer going to be taught in class. They had not properly taught defensive magic at Hogwarts in years, for fear of bringing back the fears that one might actually need to use the spells one day.

After several weeks of recovery, even still after returning to Hogwarts, Ethan kept coming back to this idea. Students and adults alike were in the dark about what dangers were really out there waiting for them. The papers had changed his story enough that they could report on the kidnapping and beating of him without mentioning anything about Blackwell or any of the followers of the Nex. No one knew, no one had a clue. There was no way they could be prepared for everything that was coming their way. That was when Ethan started thinking about his reasoning skills being off again, normally, he would have noticed someone following him. Even his cousins had never been able to sneak up on him with the Invisibility cloak that his grandpa had passed down to his uncle who had it again now after the murder of his family. The only thing he kept coming to that was different now, than it had been was the excess of the pills he had been doing.

Even though it had been horrible the first time, Ethan knew he had to do it again. He had to let himself detox, get sick, get them out and stop. But he knew it wasn't going to be that easy, but he was trying. In preperation for the first meeting he had been doing his best to cut back as much as he could without getting violently sick. He planned to fully kick the habit eventually. Drinking didn't phase him too much and he was a weed smoker as well, but he at least knew how to control those. The pills he hadn't had control of in a while and he needed control of everything to be able to lead a group and he knew that. When he felt he was capable both mentally and physically to start putting the plans for Dumbledore's Army he started to gather up students that he knew would be willing to hear him out.

Now, two weeks later even still, he was in the room of requirement, which when he went their with a new purpose for the first time in years, had the exact same look it did when the original Dumbledore's Amry had last been there. Everything left exactly where they left it. Ethan had gone inside to look around and now was waiting for everyone in the hall way. It was late at night but he was sure they would be fine. No one hardly ever went down this corridor anymore. After all, the room of requirement was not nearly as popular a place as it had once been, hidden as it had been meant to be. Wearing jeans, boots and hoodie he kept walking up and down the hall as quietly as possible keeping an eye out for anyone headed his way.