Part II.
"She freaked out because you told her about telling someone else about the quill?"
Harry smiled when he leaned against the wall and addressed the figure in the shadows around the area of the Astronomy tower.
"The funny thing is, I never mentioned it to anyone in this school about the quill," Harry said. "I asked a few people about the quill in general, but I never told them Umbridge was slicing my hand open with a quill every night. I've got her in a delicious state of paranoia right now, and she won't be sleeping soundly for a while."
"At least until she finds out you've played her?" the figure in the shadows asked, a smile crossing over her face. "So, what do you think is going to happen? Are you going to inform the goblins their quill had been used?"
"To be fair, I only have circumstantial evidence it's the same quill Gringotts loaned the Department of Mysteries," Harry said. "Umbridge's reaction was pretty damning though. I'm not going to lie."
Either this was the same quill or it was a pretty solid forgery. Either one seemed to pan out pretty good. The evidence disappeared. Harry figured she threw out the papers he wrote on and likely jumped in the Floo to return the incriminating quill back to the Ministry.
Harry also had sufficient reason not to really trust the goblins and their intentions. There were a couple of variables to consider.
"It would be easy for me to run in there and check."
"Maybe," Harry said. "Maybe it won't….I have a feeling she's just only begun. She's not likely to let this one go."
"No, she won't. Spiteful bitch."
Harry chuckled despite the situation. The term "spiteful bitch" really was the most flattering thing he could say regarding Dolores Umbridge. There were many other terms and none of them were considered the slightest bit polite at all.
High Inquisitor, Harry wasn't honestly surprised this particular title had been bestowed upon Dolores Umbridge. He was honestly shocked she waited a week before all pretexts were dropped and Umbridge got even more power inside the school.
The fact she showed up in two of Harry's other three classes this day wasn't really a coincidence. Harry had an idea Umbridge was trying to assert her dominance over more aspects of Harry's life. He paid her about as much mind as he thought she deserved.
Exactly how she did these inspections during these classes while keeping up with her own classes remained a bit of a mystery to Harry. He figured the Department of Mysteries loaned her out the time turner at the same time they loaned out the quill.
Then again, the schedules in this school didn't line up half of the time to begin with. Given the magic in the air, Harry deduced some kind of time-space distortion.
'There are other explanations, I guess.'
OWL year proved to be very grinding. Harry found himself back in Defense Against the Dark Arts class and reading the second chapter of the most boring book.
This excuse for a textbook gave Harry a renewed appreciation for the works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Granted, they were all bunk. Despite that, one could regard them as somewhat entertaining fictional works.
"Really, are you serious?" Harry asked.
Umbridge almost ignored Harry. She raised her eyebrow when she looked at them. Harry raised his hand high in the air. The entire class turned their attention towards Harry as if he had some kind of magnetic charge around his body.
Almost ten minutes passed, and when it became extremely clear the class wasn't reading their books, Umbridge walked over towards Harry.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?" Umbridge asked in a soft tone.
"Many, but I'll stick with the most obvious," Harry said. "The fact this book is written by a known charlatan is one thing which is troubling."
"Wilbert Silkhard is a certified expert who is approved by the Ministry," Umbridge said.
"Well, you can get along, because his writing is dry, political, and avoids conflict even if it slaps him in the face," Harry said. "Like, his point in Chapter Two, where he suggests anyone who is the victim of a magical spell should remain stationary when being attacked. That seems to be something him and the Ministry has in common."
Umbridge opened her mouth. Harry decided to go for broke.
"You expect someone to stand there and take the attack just because otherwise it would lead to an inconvenience," Harry said. "The Ministry would think this to be the perfect book. It makes everyone think sticking their hand in the sand, and hoping the problem will go away."
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."
His fellow Gryffindors directed their attention towards Umbridge, other than a couple of notable exceptions.
"You know, Harry's right," Neville said. "Nothing in this book is going to help us in the real world."
"Yes, how are we supposed to get anything from something which doesn't engage us, which doesn't make us think?" Fay Dunbar asked.
"It's not your job to think, you're to learn the material the Ministry deems to be appropriate for school age children," Umbridge said. "Last year, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher subjected you all to exposure to dark magic. He never should have been allowed to show you it."
"Would you rather us see them when a Death Eater is throwing the Killing Curses at us, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Mr. Potter, ten points from Gryffindor," Umbridge said. "And one final outburst like…"
Umbridge took a moment to catch her breath and turn her attention directly away from Harry Potter.
"Last year, the imposter Moody taught you lessons which was not approved by children in your age group," Umbridge said. "The only teacher who stuck with age appropriate subjects was Professor Quirrell."
"Oh, Quirrell, he was the Muggle studies teacher for years, wasn't he?" Harry asked. "Came back after a trip….could have been a half way decent bloke. You know, if he didn't have the slight drawback of Voldemort hanging out of the back of his head."
Umbridge gave Harry a smile.
"Detention, Mr. Potter," Umbridge said.
"Oh, will we be doing more lines, Professor?" Harry asked.
The entire class followed the situation between Umbridge and Harry. This was more interesting than two sets of chasers bouncing around a Quaffle.
"No, Mr. Potter, you will be assisting Mr. Filch in cleaning the castle, and you will be doing so without magic. And you will be doing it until sunrise every morning."
'And she thinks this is the worst punishment possible. Typical magical bubble thinking.'
Harry arrived after dinner to meet the surely caretaker. Filch stared him down for a few seconds.
"Every time I turn around, you're always in trouble of some kind," Filch said. "What is it with you, boy?"
Harry responded by shifting his shoulders back with an almost bored type of shrug.
"I guess it's just my natural charm and ability to get on the wrong side of really miserable people," Harry said after a moment's thought.
Filch refused to engage him anymore. The caretaker escorted Harry into the castle.
"Mess and muck, and you little hooligans think it's funny to give me all sorts of work. Well, let's see how you like it when you're the ones who have to clean up with me. Professor Umbridge, we've worked out a deal. Anyone misbehaves in her class, she sends them my way. A little bit of hard work without magic should teach you all some proper respect."
Harry almost chuckled.
"What do you find so funny, Potter?" Filch asked.
"You and Umbridge don't seem like the type who would get along," Harry said. "I mean, she's a Ministry official and she has all of the hang ups they seem to have. She seems like the type which would hold your heritage against you."
Filch hesitated as if considering Harry's words. He shook them off as just trickery. The boy was just like his father and Black, trying to play a joke on him.
"You really think you're clever, don't you, Potter?" Filch asked.
"Fairly so, but that's not the point," Harry said. "She'll throw you out like yesterday's trash the moment she finds out you're a squib….unless this is the type of job where magical users think you're type is only fit for. Cleaning up after them, congratulations, Filch, you're a step above a house elf."
Filch scowled and pointed towards the cleaning products.
"You better get to work Potter if you want to get back in time for Breakfast. And remember, no magic."
Harry thought this was really mild compared to what he had to do at the Dursleys. Vernon and Petunia made him clean the bathroom floor with a toothbrush. He was forced to clean all of the nasty little grime between the cracks.
The one thing the Dursleys never found out was how Harry used Vernon's toothbrush to do the dirty deed.
X-X-X
Hours later, Filch walked around to inspect the worth. Every single spot of the castle where he had Harry clean was completely clear of all dust.
"So, how did I do, Filch?" Harry asked.
Filch could not believe the brat cleaned better than he could without the use of magic and he was smiling about it. Filch's sputtering grew even more interesting.
"You know, words do help with our communication," Harry said.
"This is impossible!" Filch yelled. "You must have cheated."
"You've been holding my bag the entire time," Harry said. "And my wand is in my bag."
Filch opened up the bag to reveal Harry's wand poking out. The caretaker turned from the wand to Harry and back to the floor. He looked on the verge of breaking down.
"It must be some kind of trick," Filch said.
"I performed every single bit of cleaning you told me to without performing any magic to do the cleaning," Harry said. "Unless there's something else you can think I missed, I did everything you asked."
Filch stared at the sorcerer. He took a look at the spotless floor.
"You've done an adequate job, Potter, but we'll resume this tomorrow night," Filch said.
He would figure out how the boy was cleaning this school better than he ever could without magic. Filch had over thirty years of experience cleaning the school with elbow grease.
Harry heard the horror stories of OWL year. The teachers didn't given them a moment to breath. Harry figured there were only two sets of grades which mattered through all of Hogwarts. The OWLs, which only mattered because it decided what NEWT level classes they took. The NEWTs mattered though only if someone wanted a job at the Ministry, and given the current state of affairs, Harry figured this particular option was off the table.
'I wonder how long someone took to come up with names which spelled out to both OWL and NEWT,' Harry thought. 'Someone has way too much time on their hands and someone took this entire magic thing a bit too much on the nose.'
Harry came face to face with Angelina Johnson. The previous captain, Oliver Wood, left Angelina some really big shoes to fill. The fact she had these shoes to fill on top of the NEWT year course load made her a bit short tempered.
"You got yourself in detention again?" Angelina asked.
It sounded like a question. Harry knew this wasn't a question, more like a statement of fact.
"Yes, Angelina, Umbridge didn't like what I said, again," Harry said.
"You need to be careful, Harry," Angelina said.
"So, everyone keeps telling me," Harry said. "I can handle Umbridge."
The teachers weren't willing to do anything to go against Umbridge as these evaluations were going on. The one person who had the ability to do something about her decided to sit back and just let her roll through the school. Given the Headmaster's previous attitude regarding teachers who belittled and bullied students, under some misguided thought this built character, Harry wasn't surprised.
"You should have known she was going to bait you!" Angelina yelled, frustrated at Harry. "She'll get you expelled if you're not careful."
"Ms. Johnson, what is the meaning of this?"
The stern and crisp voice of Minerva McGongall could be heard. The Deputy Headmistress wore her usual expression on her face.
"We're just having a discussion about Harry getting himself in detention from Professor Umbridge," Angelina said. "He's not taking Quidditch….."
"Is it true, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes," Harry said. "I've been cleaning the castle with Filch all night without magic."
McGonagall flinched briefly for a second.
"Mr. Potter, I warned you should be more careful around Professor Umbridge…"
"And, Professor, it's about time for you to figure out what's more important to you," Harry said, doing what few dared to do. He interrupted Minerva McGonagall. "Whether they value their jobs more or the safety of the students."
The mood grew rather cold. A few Gryffindors, along with some other students, had their eyes glued to this conversation. Some of them started to mutter. About what, Harry paid them no mind.
"Mr. Potter, five points from Gryffindor," McGonagall said, flinching. This accusation hit a bit too close to home. "We value the safety of the students above all else….."
"Four years of personal experience disagrees with you," Harry said. "My problem is not with you, it's with the one man who constantly has the power to do something and choses not to."
McGonagall took a step back and considered what Harry said. He wasn't done delivering a killing blow though.
"Don't worry. If I learned one thing at Hogwarts, I shouldn't rely on any adult when my life is in danger."
This one hit even closer to home than anything else Harry said before.
Harry Potter returned from another night of detentions. Filch loomed ever so closer to madness in a frantic attempt to determine exactly how Harry managed to accomplish such a superb cleaning job without magic. The squib absolutely refused to admit he had been gotten to, even with the not so subtle hints Umbridge was using him as a tool and would discard him. Filch tried to say she would be passing laws with more extreme punishments permitted.
"You just wait, Potter," Filch said. "It's about to change. You little monsters wouldn't dare to cause half of the trouble you did if you knew I could whip you within an inch of your life and hang you out in the dungeons."
Harry didn't want to burst Filch's bubble. He was pretty sure the mail was restricted coming in and out of Hogwarts, but the students had to leave some time. They would tell their parents and other relatives of the change sooner rather than later. They would not be happy.
The most galling thing, and the one thing Filch didn't figure out, was Umbridge was very unlikely to be hung out to dry. She already had Filch earmarked as a scrapgoat. Harry knew it as well as anyone else.
"Filch, you're sad and pathetic man," Harry said. A small amount of pity almost entered his voice even if it passed. "You truly believe she actually gives a damn about you."
Harry grabbed his bag and walked away to leave the squib to stew in his own justices. The carrot Umbridge dangled in front of Filch's face would keep the squib on her side, at least from Harry's perspective.
Umbridge wasn't the only one who could sew seeds of discontent.
Harry walked a few inches and almost ran head long into a figure who made her way down the steps. The quirky blonde stepped back a couple of inches and looked at Harry. She wore some kind of goggles in her face.
"Sorry, Luna, I didn't see you," Harry said.
"No, Harry Potter, the Nargles distracted me," Luna said.
Harry attempted his best to figure out the enigma which was Luna Lovegood. He had two very interesting running theories. The first theory was this quirkiness was some kind of defense mechanism to keep her from getting hurt for reasons unknown. The second theory Harry deduced pointed towards the quirkiness being genuine and Luna having a slightly different perception of the world around her.
"Right," Harry said. "They can be pesky like that."
"I know," Luna said.
Harry could see a frown go over the girl's face.
"Is there anything else wrong?"
"No, these X-Ray goggles don't seem to work," Luna said as she continued to stare intently at Harry. "They can't see through anything but other people's clothes."
Luna's stare lingered at Harry for another moment, the quirky blonde's eyes following down his body for a moment. She smiled and nodded.
'Curious.'
Luna turned around and hummed a casual tune before exiting through the corridor. Harry spent a couple of minutes watching Luna leave and responded with a shrug.
"Curious indeed," Harry said.
The Three Broomsticks had been crowded with several students from the third to the seventh year. They had received a message from a mysterious party which stated to come here if they were disappointed with their Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching. The messages had been delivered to their rooms. Some of them looked nervous, almost expecting this to be some kind of trap.
An entire section of the Three Broomsticks had been roped off. Some of the students exchanged curious looks.
"Do you reckon this might be a trap?"
"Nah, I think it's legit…."
"Could be someone pulling a prank?"
"Whoever pulls a prank like this is…."
"HEM, HEM!"
Some of the members of the group staggered back and some of them screamed. A couple of them spilled drinks on themselves.
Harry Potter waited for the dust to settle before the entire group looked at him.
"Oh, Harry, that wasn't funny," Ginny said. "I swear, I aged about ten years."
"You don't look it," Luna said.
"So, you're the one who called us here?" a fifth year Slytherin girl asked.
Some of the Gryffindors flinched and adopted a very uneasy stance. Slytherins and Gryffindors had a natural state by being at each other's throats. There was a lot of bad blood there.
"HEM, HEM!"
For the second time, everyone jumped up to their feet in terror, before realizing once again it was Harry.
"Harry, are you trying to put us in a bloody grave, mate?"
Harry raised his eyebrow in response.
"We're all here for the same reason," Harry said. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts classes have been put under Ministry control. All of you have been assigned the same textbook, and you know the quality of it."
Everyone resembled glorified bobbleheads. Harry thought he made his particular point. He stared down at some of the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Harry neglected to invite some of the more problematic people who would cause a scene to this little meeting.
Draco Malfoy and his crowd were not invited. They were far from the only ones which was on Harry's problem list. There were "toxic influences" in all four of the houses.
"I know we have our inner house rivalries," Harry said. "This isn't about this. This is about preparing to be the very best you can be with what's to come."
Did Harry completely sell them on the importance of what they needed to do? Some of the looks from them showed they were willing to hear him out even though some of them remained skeptical. Harry knew a few of them still regarded him as a liar. Their desire to learn actual useful magic overrode pretty much any problem they had with Harry.
"This isn't even about whether or not you believe me when I said I saw Voldemort said," Harry said. He could see many of the people there flinch at the same. "I've met him in the flesh while many of you can't stand to hear his name without having shivers. It really isn't about that in the end, is it?"
Everyone shook their heads at Harry's question even though there was no need for it to be answered.
"It's about learning something which can be of value," Harry said. "I might not have been given the title of a Ministry Appointed Educational Expert…whatever that means anyway."
"It means you gave the Department of Magical Education a chunk of gold and took an exam anyone could pass with the slightest amount of preparation," a fifth year Slytherin named Daphne Greengrass said.
"Really, that's what Umbridge did?"
"Yes," Susan said. "It qualifies her to teach classes, nothing more. It doesn't really make her some kind of expert on magical education though."
"I'm sure she doesn't expect people to see through her bullshit, do they?" Megan Jones asked.
"No, the Ministry doesn't," Harry said. "They expect everyone to follow what they say without any question despite their official statement having a lot of holes in it."
"You can really fly a broomstick through some of them," Padma Patil said, and everyone nodded. A few of the Ravenclaws had been looking through some of the recent Ministry press releases since the Triwizard Tournament and they had been seeing some inconsistencies in them.
Harry spent a couple of minutes allowing them to talk amongst each other. The moment's everyone's attention is back on Harry he continued.
"All I ask for is a chance," Harry said. "If you want to leave now, that's fine, I won't hold it against you. If you want to leave the lessons at any time because you're not feeling comfortable, that's perfectly acceptable as well."
Harry pulled out a piece of paper.
"Sign this," Harry said. "It states anyone who is inside the group will not willingly discuss what happens in our meetings to anyone outside of the group. I can assure you the consequences are nothing too humiliating. You won't be able to attend any future meetings though."
Anyone who tried to tell Umbridge of the meeting would have their tongue tied and then they would lose all interest of talking about the meetings or attending them anymore. Something urgent would always come up and distract them from talking about the meetings.
Everyone lined up one at a time to sign the piece of paper. Harry was intrigued to see only about a third of them actually read the paper they signed. Harry filed this away as interesting information for later.
Educational Decree Number Twenty-Eight hit Hogwarts on Monday morning. Harry Potter looked at the decree with a raised eyebrow and a solid "hmm."
The decree henceforth banned all student organizations, societies, teams, groups, and clubs, and any other regular gatherings of three or more students. So if a group of friends wanted to meet up to study, and the High Inquisitor didn't approve of this meeting, their meeting would technically be illegal by the standards of this particular decree.
Harry was ninety-five percent sure this was a distinct violation of rights.
'Any student found belonging to a group not approved by the Hogwarts High Inquisitor will be expelled,' Harry thought over and over again.
"Harry, you realize what this means, don't you?" Angelina asked.
"This…this means Quidditch," Harry said. "Of course it does…and Umbridge planned this even before the meeting for the Defense Club. This is done the Friday before the meeting, the Friday before we all went to Hogwarts. I made sure those notes didn't fall into the wrong hands."
Harry figured Umbridge was already paranoid about some kind of rebellion. This was some kind of pre-emptive and paranoid strike.
"Harry, if we have any chance to get Quidditch back on….."
"It's not important, Angelina," Harry said.
Angelina's mouth hung open at Harry's statement. She took this a lot better than Wood would have if they had this conversation when he was the captive. Wood's head would have combusted right before their very eyes.
"Umbridge has just outsmarted herself here," Harry said. "She's banned meetings of three or more students. Regular meetings have to be approved by the High Inquisitor, otherwise they're illegal."
"What are you talking about?" Angelina asked. "How can this play into our favor?"
Harry had a wonderful idea how he could make this work. He prepped some of the Harry Potter charm because he would need the help of the entire Gryffindor house to pull this one off.
'And maybe spread the word to the rest of the school and make Umbridge's day oh so wonderful.'
Dolores Umbridge sat at the staff table smug. This decree should give her even more power. A second year girl walked to the table, a timid look on her face.
"Professor Umbridge, do you think I can talk to you for a second?" the girl asked.
"Yes, what is it, Ms. Phillips?" Umbridge asked.
"My friends and I, we get together over Saturday night to do our hair, our nails, and gossip," the girl said in a nervous voice. "And I just saw Educational Decree Number Twenty Eight, and well there's three of us who meet regularly. We're afraid we're not able to do it because of the decree."
"What, what do I care about what you do in your spare time?" Umbridge asked, sounding extremely annoyed.
The girl looked on the verge of hysterics.
"Well, the decree said we would be expelled if any group of more than three students meet regularly," the girl said. "And I don't want to be expelled. My poor sick gran would be so disappointed if I got expelled. So, do you think you can okay our meeting?"
Umbridge grew more and more annoyed. She realized the eyes of all of the teachers were on her, including the Headmaster and half of the students.
"Of course, my dear, that would be acceptable," Umbridge said in her usual sugary sweet tone.
The girl smiled and skipped away from the table to join her friends who ran off giggling. Another student, this one a third year, and a Hufflepuff walked over to the table.
"Professor Umbridge, is it true no societies or clubs can meet together if we don't get your permission?" the third year asked.
"Yes, Mr. Jacobs, it is," Umbridge said.
"Is it too much of a problem to ask your permission for a meeting of the preservation of the rights of toads to take place?" the third year Hufflepuff asked.
Umbridge blinked for a moment. Who would have a club regarding such loathsome creatures such as toads?
"Very well," Umbridge said.
The Defense Against the Dark Teacher and high Inquisitor noted a trickle of students coming up to the table. She was starting to get frustrated.
"Decree Number Twenty-Eight is….."
"Professor Umbridge, can the Cereal Tasting Club of Hogwarts be allowed to continue?"
"Professor Umbridge, a group of us go to the loo in between classes. It's a regular meeting. That isn't going to a problem, is it?"
Umbridge heard requests, some of them for legit clubs, and some of them the most inane requests. She looked up for a moment and saw one Harry Potter walking in the background, whistling nonchalantly.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Umbridge asked.
"I'm just whistling, Professor," Harry said. "Unless I missed an educational decree forbidding whistling, which I do apologize."
"Professor Umbridge!" one of them yelled at the top of their lungs. "How about the My Perfect Unicorn fan club? Can we still hold meetings?"
"Professor Umbridge, how about our toe nail collection society?"
"How about the Witches Against Drunken Broom Flight?" Fay Dunbar asked.
"The Hogwarts Journalism Club?" Megan Jones asked.
"The Secret Society of Sorcerers with Spotted Scarves?
Harry hadn't moved from his position. He observed the show casually. Umbridge noticed him and her beady little gaze directed towards him.
"Potter, what have you done?" Umbridge asked.
"Actually, Umbridge, I can't tell a lie," Harry said. "I spread the word of Education Decree Twenty-Eight, and told everyone if they want to continue their meetings, they should come and ask you."
Umbridge's mouth opened up. She tried to get at Harry. She couldn't quite get to meet him.
"Professor Umbridge….Professor Umbridge…how about….."
"HEM, HEM!" Umbridge yelled, but she further lost control of the situation. She turned to the rest of the staff table.
"Sorry, Professor Umbridge," McGonagall said. "Only the Hogwarts High Inquisitor has the authority to enact the groups, and apparently Hogwarts is a far bit more active than any of us believed."
"Potter, what have you done? Umbridge asked once again.
Umbridge thought she had control this morning. Her morning started out so good. It turned around for the worst instantly.
"I told you, I informed every one of the decree," Harry said. "It said you would have to approve of each meeting between three or more students."
Harry could almost see Umbridge losing rapid control of the situation. She had been swarmed by more requests than ever before.
"No need, to thank me, Professor," Harry said with a bright smile. "I'm just doing my part to help sure the Ministry of Magic maintains order at Hogwarts. If I didn't say anything, we would have a bunch of lawless societies, clubs, and groups, and we can't have that. I mean it would undermine the Ministry's authority."
Umbridge's looked as if she swallowed a lemon. Harry would either get her to repeal that particular decree or drive her mad because of the requests.
"I'm the Hogwarts High Inquisitor, and by my decree, no more of you will be approved for these meetings until I get this sorted out!" Umbridge yelled. "All of you get to class, at once!"
"Sorry, Professor Umbridge, we can't," Harry said.
"What do we mean you can't?" Umbridge asked.
"Well, based on Educational Decree Twenty-Eight, three or more groups of students can't be meeting together on a regular basis," Harry said. "And since many of our classes have assigned seating charts which have not been approved by you as of yet, this is defined as groups of three or more students. Therefore, it's now illegal to attend classes at Hogwarts."
Umbridge attempted to process Harry Potter's insane troll logic in her head. Technically he wasn't wrong, but the decree wasn't intended to be interpreted in such a way. It was only intended to curb any attempts to study beyond what the Ministry of Magic intended.
"Fine, I approve it, now all of you go to class at once," Umbridge said.
Umbridge thought this was the end of it. Harry noticed her composure had been lost a fair bit when a situation spiraled out of the safe zone of control she established.
"Actually, you just said you couldn't approve anything else until it gets sorted out," Harry said. "Sorry, Professor, but I only want people you follow the rules you've laid down. I wouldn't want anyone to undermine your authority. And you wouldn't want to be seen as a woman who went back on her word."
Umbridge stopped short of throwing Harry Potter into detention yet again. Such an act would make him into a martyr this time.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Hogwarts High Inquisitor rose to her feet and left, leaving a chaotic situation. Harry smiled as he watched her storm from the Great Hall.
'Gotten to.'
To Be Continued.
