A/N: Okay, so I'll probably be updating this every couple of days so I can get this story close to being complete by the time school starts again. I plan on making 26 chapters for this story, one for each letter of the alphabet.

Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas, characters, or anything else of Harry Potter.


Chapter 3: Can't Hold Us Down

Are we not entitled to have opinions about the Wizarding World that our generation would inherit? Are we supposed to let that old toad of a professor tell us what to do with our lives? She expected us to sit quiet, believe all the lies the Ministry has told so far, and ignore any sign of danger we might run across. But according to her, there was no danger, no You-Know-Who, and no reason to ever defend yourself.

Harry and Ron had previously agreed to start an organization to educate ourselves and anyone else who wanted to join in a real Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It had helped, knowing that there would soon be a place where we could receive a proper education and speak freely.

"She doesn't even respect that we have thoughts!" Ron said incredulously. We had had a rant session while we were waiting for people to show up for our sign ups for what we were calling 'Dumbledore's Army'.

"I know!" I replied rather loudly. "She was on Neville's case yesterday just because she thought she saw a wand sticking out of his bag."

"Was it?" he asked.

"Of course not, he's not thick. She saw the edge of a book and freaked!" I exclaimed.

"Merlin, I wonder what she's so worried about," he said sarcastically. "It's like we're practicing magic on our own."

I stifled a laugh. Ron could make the direst of times fun by procrastinating. Harry was sitting beside us, tapping his feet out of impatience and worry that someone might overhear us. I don't suppose it was helping with Ron and I broadcasting to the world that we couldn't stand our Ministry appointed teacher.

As I was thinking of the bad things that could happen to the three of us because of an innocent conversation, Dean, Ginny, and Neville arrived. They were succeeded by Fred, George, and Lee.

I whispered to Harry, "It looks as if we might have a large turnout."

"How am I supposed to teach these people?" he asked with a look of panic on his face. "There are sure to be more to come! How do people in charge normally act?"

Luckily, Ron came to my aid before I could say anything stupid that might make him want to back out. "Harry, stop worrying, you're a natural leader! And if you keep talking like that you'll run everyone off, so shut your trap."

He couldn't finish with the finesse he had started with, could he? To console him, I added, "You'll do great, you'll see."

He nodded as Ron and I gave each other shaky looks, wondering if his confidence would let him do this. He definitely had the capability and I was sure he could but in this moment, I knew that nothing, nothing could hold us back from this.


A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this, you can do me a favor and hit the cute little review button to tell me what you think, or follow or favorite this. I'm looking forward to updating again soon, but for the rest of today, my time will be occupied by beta-reading for Fantabulasogurl's 'Royal Mistakes'. It's a great Percy Jackson story, so please go check it out if you will.

See you later,

Sunny!