Note: Read disclaimer in 1st chapter. Thank you Brittany-Granger for being the first person to review Rebellion. If you haven't seen the revised chapter 1, the words inside the s are directly from the 5th book, and I don't own them.

UPDATED: 11/6/05

I ask that you no longer send me ideas, please, I have enough now. Thank you to everyone who sent them in. Also, Rebellion is now on pause, I'm going to rewrite the entire fic and then post it at Fiction Alley. I'll be adding a lot of new stuff to the beginning of the fic. It might be a while until it's up, but I'll post here when it's up. - Tatra

Harry and Ron spent all of History of Magic class going over the 'plan' for the potions class that was coming up next.

When they reached the corridor to the Potions classroom all of the students were already there, except for Malfoy.

A few minutes later Snape slammed the door open and everyone entered the classroom, Harry being the first one in.

Harry, when entering the classroom, hopped over the doorway, getting a few strange looks.

Harry went to the front of the room, following after Snape.

"Can I help you, Potter?" Snape snapped.

Harry stuck out his hand. When Snape didn't take it Harry reached out, took Snape's hand, and shook it vigorously. Then he handed Snape an apple, and went to the seat Ron had saved for him.

Snape looked startled for just a second and then snapped back into his 'Evil Bat' mode, asking the students to hand up their homework.

Harry took out his homework, received the pile of homework from the person behind him, and then handed the pile and his own assignment, that was signed 'Vash the Stampede', to the person in front of him.

Snape was ignoring Harry, until he finished reading the students homework while they worked on the Invigoration Draught.

"Mister Potter, why is your essay signed Vash the Stampede?" Snape asked.

"The demon on my shoulder told me to, the angel tried to shut him up, but the demon put him in a choke hold after the ankle lock, which caused the angel to lose consciousness, which made me follow the demon's advise to sign it Vash," Harry explained.

Harry was pleased to see Snape blink twice before recovering.

"I'll have to mark it down for that," Snape said.

"You should, I shouldn't have listened to the demon, he never gives good advice, like the time he told me to shave Dudley's head..." Harry trailed off.

Snape stalked off to yell at Dean after deciding not to bother about Harry.

When Harry's potion was finished he left it to cool as he took out the flask he was supposed to put his potion in and started to adjust it.

By the time he was finished the flask was unbreakable and would flee anyone who tried to touch it. Harry then filled the modified flask with his potion and took it up to Snape's desk.

Right after Harry turned around Malfoy started to laugh, but broke off after a second. Harry turned back to face Snape's desk to see his potion was running around Snape's desk.

Harry walked back to his desk and started putting away his stuff.

All through lunch everyone was talking about Harry's performance in Potions class.

Harry, when asked about it, stubbornly refused to say that it was a prank, insisting he didn't know what they were talking about.

After lunch, Harry walked halfway to Divinations class, scribbling something on a parchment, before realizing that he was going the wrong way.

He ran to McGonagall's office, arriving just in time.

"Good afternoon Professor," Harry was interrupted by someone sniffing in the corner.

Harry looked and found Umbridge. He fought to keep a smirk off his face.

'Perfect timing,' Harry thought to himself.

"Professors," Harry corrected himself. He took out a envelope and handed it to Umbridge, "Some one gave me this and said to give it to you."

"Who?" Umbridge asked as she took the envelope.

"I don't know, they were wearing a cloak with a hood," Harry answered, the last part being the truth, he was wearing a cloak when he wrote it, and the cloak had a hood.

Umbridge opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment.

An announcer's voice filled the room, "The cow goes... Moo!" The last word was a real cow noise, made by a real cow.

Umbridge crumbled the parchment up, "Are you sure you don't know who gave this to you?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Harry answered, before sitting down.

Almost to the end of the session Umbridge stood up in protest to something McGonagall said.

McGonagall was just starting to reply when the crumbled parchment blew up into a bunch of little bits of confetti, with one last moo.

Umbridge stood still in shock, while McGonagall took that time to dismiss Harry.

Chapter 2 - Evil Bat Mode