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16 October 1995.

The Confederation shall assemble and learn. They will apply themselves and leave with new knowledge. One specifically, shall be blessed.

The sun will not shine for a fortnight.

The great four shall convene under the protection of Hogwarts and shall, in an unknown moment, bless the school all at once.

Professor Umbridge will suffer an unfortunate, but fierce disease that will not be made better by potions and spells. Muggle means perhaps, if she is amenable.

Professor Trelawney smiled encouragingly as she beckoned him to stand and read his 'prediction' to the class.

He did so, casting Ron covert glances as he read. The redhead had to stifle a laugh when he ended his 'prediction' about Umbridge's health. If only.

"Ah, your inner eye has become strong indeed. Tell me, has your former prediction come true at all?"

Harry turned the page back and read it over and then stopped. The ink was different. It wasn't black anymore. It was gold and there was a small star beside it.

He thought about the words and his mouth dropped in shock. "It did," he announced to the class.

The Professor snatched the book from his hands and read his former entry. "It has indeed. Perhaps your powers have been hidden all this time dear. Continue your work and maybe you shall be able to give detailed predictions. Wonderful work. An O of course!" She turned around and walked toward another student, "Broaden your minds!"

Harry sat in his seat and looked to Ron, who was leaning over the table, looking confused. He decided to explain.

"Mione convinced me to lead the CoH, even though I hadn't wanted to."

"That could have been a small coincidence," Ron waved him off. "I convince you to do stupid things you don't want to do, all the time. No big deal there."

Harry nodded along, though he was a bit skeptical of the book now. Could it really have been a coincidence?

"You all are here to learn how to defend yourselves," Harry announced to the room. "We will work together from first year material and on up. Everyone here will do the work over until they have mastered it. Once you master the work, you'll be given the next thing on the list to perfect. We can all thank Hermione for taking the time to write up a schedule for us."

There was a small amount of polite clapping for the Gryffindor witch. She smiled a little and waved it off.

"We have second through seventh years in this group. Please be patient with each other and be understanding to the younger years who may struggle with more advanced spells. Their magical cores won't be as strong as some others will be."

Several students nodded, probably having learned all this in their upbringing.

"The very first thing I will teach you however, is the disarming charm. It's a second year spell, but it is very important in dueling, fighting for you life, or even stopping fights in the corridors. Most people cannot cast wandlessly and this puts you at an advantage if you can get their wand from them."

Hermione took up a position several feet away and she aimed her wand at Harry. He nodded and she cast.

"Expelliarmus!"

His wand ripped free from his hand and soared through the air, landing with a small clatter, near her feet.

He held his hand out and summoned the wand back non-verbally, making several eyes widen.

"You'd be surprised how many people do not know how to disarm. Those who remember Lockhart, will remember how easily Snape put him on his arse, even though Snape took like ten minutes to say the spell."

Some snickers filled the room and Hermione let out a low 'Professor Snape, Harry', just to be 'respectful'.

"I want you all to be prepared, so this will be first. Then we will move into the list Hermione drew up for us."

He proceeded to demonstrate the wand movement, having everyone situate themselves around the room. He fixed wrist movements and pronunciations. He even allowed some to practice on him just to be sure.

Only one person couldn't manage the spell and it was Neville, No one laughed however, which Harry was eternally grateful for. Neville needed the support and the boost of confidence.

"Try again, Neville."

The teen did so, frowning in frustration when nothing happened. Harry mimicked the expression, because Nev had said the spell correctly and gotten the wrist movement right.

"Nev, is that your wand or someone else's?" he asked, remembering how Hermione's wand hadn't been so strong when he used it.

"It was my dad's. Gran wants me to be like him and she... well... I'm not what she wanted," the teen admitted to the room.

"She refused to buy you a new wand, simply because she's trying to make you into an image of your father?" Harry asked in horror. Nev nodded.

"Nev, I'm standing right beside you and I can feel that your wand isn't channeling your magic at all. Like Olivander told me,'the wand chooses the wizard'. That isn't meant to be yours and the reason your spells barely work is because the wand has refused you. You need a new wand soon. Your Gran, though she may think she means well, has severely hindered your magical progress. Perhaps we can get McGonagall to convince her that you need a better wand. If that doesn't work, we'll simply get permission to go to Diagon during the next Hogsmeade trip, and buy you a new wand. They aren't expensive."

Harry patted his friend on the back and smiled encouragingly.

"You have everything else correct. I'm sure once you get a wand of your own, you'll do just fine. Well done."

A few days later, Dumbledore stood and made an announcement at breakfast. Something that had shocked the school and yet also made them much happier.

"It is with great sadness that I inform you that Professor Umbridge has been admitted to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey hasn't been able to diagnose her illness and she will be transferred to St. Mungo's until further notice. Luckily, Professor Snape will be able to handle her class while she is gone.

However, he cannot do so alone and I have seen fit to give him two assistants for both of his classes. Will Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter please proceed to Professor Snape's office? He is waiting for you."

The four students left the Hall in shock. They didn't speak to one another and waited for the dour professor to allow them entrance into his office.

The door opened and they walked in, seeing the dark room filled with Slytherin green furniture. Snape was sitting behind his desk, looking down at several piece of parchment.

"Sit," he ordered, waving his wand and conjuring four chairs for them.

"The Headmaster has obviously informed you of why you are here. He chose your four based upon your grades in my two classes. Your four are the top four in both classes.

For Potions, Ms. Granger leads, followed by Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Parkinson, and then Mr. Potter," he said in a chilling tone.

Yes, Harry had been doing a lot better in Potions this year and at first Snape had accused him of cheating, but Harry had proven himself attentive when he answered a small pop quiz from the man. Snape ignored him after that.

"In Defense, the lead has been held by Mr. Potter for the past five years, followed by Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, and Ms. Parkinson.

I trust that you can be responsible and not start your petty squabbles with one another?"

They all nodded.

"Good. Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger shall create the lesson plans for Defense. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Parkinson shall create the lesson plans for Potions. If I am unable to attend a class, the assistants will be the ones to teach in my place. This will require extra work for all four of you. If you cannot handle it, I will find those who are capable. Once you've finished your lesson plans for each year, bring them to me and I shall see if they are good enough.

Now get to class."

"That was unexpected, but it shouldn't ruin the CoH from what I can tell," Harry told Hermione.

"Hopefully," Hermione sighed. "This may cut into study time."

"Then we'll just have to make time."

"I wonder what could have happened to Professor Umbridge. There aren't many illnesses that can't be cured magically."

"Who cares? She's gone and that's what matters most right now."

"I guess. Do you think it'll rain? I haven't seen the sun in a few days."

Harry glanced to the side and shrugged, "Who knows?"

Why did that sound familiar though?

A green notebook rested on a pillow in the Gryffindor Boy's Dorm. As if overcome by some invisible force, the book lifted into its spine and opened up to the second page, where the second entry was written.

The words slowly turned gold as a small star appeared.

It had come to pass, just as the first.

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