Yes! Got this one done much faster than before.

Fixed some factual errors in the previous chapters as well as the spacing. Hope you like it, along with this next chapter.

Chapter Three

"Right," Travis panted as he and Daniel made it back to the Gryffindor common room. "What in the name of Merlin was that about?"

"I'd say that that's the million dollar question," Daniel replied. His mind was fumbling, attempting to connect the miniscule number of pieces that it had to work with. The students seemed to all be revolting. That much was certain. They seemed older, almost all looked of age. He wasn't sure what houses they all were in, but he was sure that some were from Gryffindor. Probably some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs as well. Almost certainly no Slytherins though. And they called themselves Dumbledore's Army…

Daniel shuddered slightly. Dumbledore. When their old headmaster was alive, that was when everything seemed alright. The second he stopped drawing breath was the second that Daniel no longer felt safe in the castle. And he was dead. Dead and never returning. When his first year ended, everyone seemed to start fighting. Harry Potter and Dumbledore said that He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named had finally returned. The Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet all said that it was all lies. That Harry was just another attention seeker and that Dumbledore had lost his marbles. The bottom line was this: People could either believe the heroes or the government. Terrible truth or convenient lies. Daniel and his friends weren't fooled. They chose the truth, frightening as it was. Harry had saved the wizarding world so many times, Daniel couldn't believe that he only was in it for the fame. And old as he was, Dumbledore was smarter than any wizard or witch alive. It wasn't too bad at first though, when his second year started. There was a terrible schism among the students however, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was the worst ever, with that terrible Umbridge woman…

"I said, what were you thinking of?"

Daniel sat up from where he had been lying on his four poster bed. Travis had, indeed, been questioning him and he had not noticed.

"I was just thinking…when did it all get this crazy?" Daniel replied slowly.

"That's easy. Last year." Travis said with a grimace. "Anything else?"

"Also, I was thinking about Professor Umbridge."

"Seriously? Most people, myself included, try to forget about her." Travis flopped down on his own bed and pointed his wand at various objects. "Right now, I'm just trying to remember the stuff that'll be on our next History of Magic test."

"Right, wasn't it about the goblin wars over a silver mine or something?"

"Yeah, led by Urican the Unwell."

"I thought that it was 'Unclean'"

Travis rolled his eyes. "Oops. I must have misheard Binns on account of your snoring."

"Very funny," said Daniel. "Isn't there a Charms spell you need to practice?"

"The Summoning Spell?" asked Travis. "Nothing easier. I've got it down right now. Accio!"

Daniel roared with laughter as the vase Travis was pointing his wand at wiggled around a bit. "ACCIO!" Travis said louder, jabbing his wand towards the vase. The vase gave some sort of midair flip and toppled off of the cabinet that it was sitting on.

"Well done," laughed Daniel, as the vase hit the floor with a smash. "Reparo." The pieces of vase instantly flew into place, the cracks melting away seamlessly. Daniel smugly picked up the vase and replaced it onto the cabinet, then swore as it shattered back into pieces the instant his hands let go of it.

"It looks like you need some practice as well mate," Travis chortled.