A/N: Well. I certainly did not mean to take this long to update. For those of you actually interested and want more, yes, I plan on finishing this story, however long it takes. Once again, I'd appreciate your criticisms. I also appreciate the follows and favorites this story got, it certainly was more than I was expecting. Thank you!

We're here again, Al thought wryly.

The Room of Requirement, with Dumbledore's Army. Although, it certainly could have turned out better.

Right now, they were all facing a wall, silently waiting for what's to come. Dobby had just popped in, warning them of Umbridge and her cronies.

Everyone was shell-shocked, how could this have happened?

Al decided he didn't want them to be caught, so he cast quietly, "Accio Dumbledore's Army list!" And then conjured fog easily to blind the intruders for a moment. The room filled with a fog, and the list came to him. A close one as well, because then came a resounding, "BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"

"Come on," Al urged, "I know a way out of here! That way!"

They'd followed blindly, which was stupid because he'd no idea where to go.

Al stopped when they were far enough from Umbridge and turned around. "Look, I'm kind of betting on the fact that they didn't see us, so I would just suggest going back to where you usually would be now and act normal." Faces looked up at him in anger and before they could say anything, "This is the best I can do for you, so I'm sorry."

People dispersed and Al started walking to the Gryffindor's common room. Ah, that was close. What now?

He'd only gotten there and tried to concentrate on his work but was unfocused. He could not stop thinking about Umbridge. He scowled darkly. She'd probably blame Harry anyways, evidence be damned.

He shouldn't have even thought that because right then, in came Umbridge with her Slytherins sporting a triumphant sort of smile. She looked around for somebody, then, her eyes flashed dangerously at Harry. He looked as if he knew she was here but was making an effort to not know.

Umbridge smiled coldly and said, "Harry Potter, Alex Lionheart, come with me."

Harry looked at Al nervously and proceeded to go with her. Al walked behind, knowing that of course she would blame Harry.

They walked into the headmaster's office, looking the same as before, but with aurors surrounding every corner. Most every single one of them was positioned around Dumbledore.

"I have the perpetrators here with me," Umbridge said with unadulterated glee. "Harry Potter has broken the school decree stating no groups with three or more members may not go on."

"Your proof?" Al challenged.

"Miss Marietta Edgecombe, and a list, all of which had the members," Umbridge said, narrowing her eyes.

Al's eyes widened marginally. How? I summoned it… I must have dropped it while running.

"The group's name is Dumbledore's Army, which proves Dumbledore is rebelling against the ministry. Arrest him," Umbridge said, now not even covering her ugly toad like smile.

Harry stayed uncharacteristically quiet, his brows furrowed, obviously trying to think a way out for him. Al stayed stock still, not knowing what to do either.

Everything seemed to be going around them, commotion filling up the room and then, "Oh? You all seem to think that I will just come quietly, which is not the case, Professor Umbridge." That was Dumbledore, of course. He's standing up, authority rolling off him in waves, and an almost fierce expression on his face. His phoenix flew on top of him and he grabs the phoenix and disappears in brilliant shades of an angry red, fire illuminating his office. Where he stood before was now covered in black ashes.

The small crowd erupted in anger and loud noise. Al took Harry's hand and found his way out during it.

"What are you doing?" Harry yelled indignantly.

"Getting you out, obviously. I know you want to help him out but he's helped himself. I think he can handle himself, don't you think?" Al was looking at him, talking in a placating manner.

Harry frowned, but let it go. "Whatever," He muttered.

Al rolled his eyes.

OoOoO

Normal. What the hell even is normal here in Hogwarts? Nothing. Nothing at all.

These weeks were hectic. Classes speeded by and then came career consultations. It was during Defense, of course. He did have an idea: to be a spell creator. The meeting itself was horrid. Umbridge seemed to find every way to discredit him, saying he was only getting an E in Ancient Runes, that he never did his work in Defense class, doing his potions horribly, et cetera. These were all untrue of course. Professor McGonagall seemed to find pleasure in teasing him (although with no ill will) implying that he'd be an Auror and save people. Al only smiled knowingly at her, which raised Umbridge's ire even more.

Not long after, Fred and George decided that they'd go out in fashion. It started one day, people doing their usual thing (if it wasn't already banned). Then suddenly, sparks of red rung out, which was only the beginning of the "destruction" about to happen. Fireworks erupted lighting up the roofs of Hogwarts and the outside sky. They took their brooms and flew out grandly and Al knew this was the start of Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes, hearing from his uncle's stories.

Umbridge, soon after, was in sour mood, taking out on the students by giving them detentions. Al tried to keep himself and Harry out of it. Although, the positive mood of the students after the fireworks was everlasting, and Gryffindors the happiest, due to the win of the Quidditch Cup. Saved by Ron, apparently.

The weeks passed by quickly and soon it was nearing examinations, for which the travelers all freaked out over. James stayed up late every night studying, while Al studied just as much, with maybe a few panic attacks in between. (Harry and Hermione once caught him—embarrassing!) Lily was taking it well and paced herself as did Rose. Scorpius didn't even seem to spend his time studying, instead opting to help the others. He could occasionally be heard muttering spells and potions, sometimes all mixed together.

Finally, O.W.L testing had arrived. First was Charms, which was hard, he had made sure to study the most for this subject. Transfiguration was okay, but Ancient Runes was probably his best, along with Arithmancy and Herbology. Potions, he supposed could have gone better, but the minimum he'd get was probably an A. Astronomy went fine as well, and Care of Magical Creatures was difficult, if only for the fact that Hagrid tended to get off track.

Today's was History of Magic. It started off just fine, with people taking the exam quietly. Some were confident, some were absolutely freaking out, and some were indifferent. It goes to say Binns was a horrible teacher.

During it however… Not good. In the middle, Harry had started screaming, which scared Al to no end. He looked up and made contact with Scorpius and Rose, speaking almost telepathically with their eyes.

"Mr. Potter! Are you alright?" Professor Tofty asked an insanely stupid question. Of course not you daft idiot, he's not screaming because he hates History of Magic! He's in pain!

"N-no, I-I don't think so," Harry stuttered, still writhing in pain.

Professor Tofty, getting up, said, "You all! Get back to your examinations!"

Al was already finished, and now he was waiting for the hourglass to empty out the top. He was one of the first out with Scorpius and Rose, waiting behind for Harry, who probably was caught up in the flood of students. When he wasn't there, they had ran up corridors and stairs. There was no sign of him, until his loud and ringing voice was heard.

"I'm not lying! Remember last time? The vision I had didn't lie! This has to be real! Sirius is in danger," Harry yelled frantically, itching to see where his godfather is.

"But it could also be a lie! This is You-Know-Who we're talking about, I wouldn't put it past him! I won't go anywhere before we check," Hermione tried to explain. Standing next to her was Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna.

Harry looked at her angrily and replied shortly, "Fine. We'll use the floo in Umbridge's office. We'll need distractions and lookouts. Ginny and Luna, tell anyone who come's this way that there is… I don't know, Garroting Gas? Use whatever keeps people out. I'll go into the floo and see if Sirius is there. But if he's not, I'm going to the Department of Mysteries."

Al knew this was incredibly bad timing but he quietly intoned, "Don't you have any other options other than a floo? Like perhaps a communication mirror? That connects to one that he maybe has." It easily cut through the din of the panicking six.

Harry then directed his anger towards Al and voiced, "No, we haven't got ti—"

"Think, Harry, first," Al said quietly.

Harry took this into thought and something did come up. Sirius did give him a mirror, during the start of fifth year, so he wouldn't get lonely. But it was strange how Al seemingly knew this. "Yes, he did seem to give me a communication mirror at the beginning of this year."

"Good. Harry, you try that while your other friends try the floo. Rose and Scorpius can help them. Right?" Al looked at them hopefully.

Rose gave him a pointed look and relented; this was her Uncle Harry after all. Scorpius only agreed for Al's hopeful look.

"Okay, let's go! Thank you, Al," Harry said gratefully.

"No problem," Al replied.

Harry's friends went to Umbridge's office, while Harry ran up to his dorm.

During this Al had time to think. His dad had never talked about his life before his children to them, it was mostly heavily sugared tales that happened during his first few years. Nothing about visions, or a connection to Voldemort.

Connection to Voldemort, hmm… Wait! He'd had more of these visions previously, which was apparently true. So Voldemort could be baiting him into something, into giving something he wants. This could just be fake, to lure Harry in. But what? What is in the Department of Mysteries? Now that Al thought about it, he remembered listening in on his dad when he said that there were… What? Prophecies?

But why would Voldemort want a prophecy? He could only want it if it was about… Harry and himself. Could there be one about him and Voldemort? But why? Al thought through all the nicknames for his dad. Man-Who-Conquered, Boy-Who-Lived, Wizard-Who-Won, the Chosen One… The Chosen One? Why? Maybe Voldemort chose Harry to be… What? His equal? Yeah, that makes sense. So maybe this prophecy said something about him and Dad, which maybe said Dad was meant to kill him. So Voldemort targeted him! That's why Dad has a strange scar and I don't have any paternal grandparents! They died trying to protect Dad! Oh, Dad… Why would Voldemort follow a prophecy? Wasn't he smarter than that? And why does he need to know now? Didn't he hear it already? Maybe he didn't hear the full one and wants to know…

Al was pulled out of his reverie by thundering footsteps. He looked up to see the panicked face of Harry and instantly knew Sirius hadn't picked up.

"He's not there! We have to go to the Department of Mysteries NOW!" Harry grabbed Al's hand and started running. "I saw Hermione leading Umbridge to the Forbidden Forest and the others trailing far behind them!"

The two had soon caught up to them and saw Umbridge, surrounded by centaurs, who were beyond the point of anger. Umbridge caught Harry's eye and said desperately, "Potter! Save me! Tell them I mean no harm!"

Al glanced at him from the side and saw Harry's eyes sharpen and he said coldly, "'I must not tell any lies, Professor.' Wasn't that what I spent multiple detentions learning? Well, I've learned it. Aren't you proud?"

Umbridge hopeful face turned to one of hopelessness and Al had an uncanny urge to laugh loudly at her. Harry got some sort of sadistic satisfaction from her hopeless look.

Hermione looked at Harry and said grudgingly, "We'll go to the Department of Mysteries, Harry. The question is 'How?'"

"How about brooms?" Luna put her two knuts in dreamily.

Harry looked at her sharply and said impatiently, "Well, Luna, in case you haven't noticed, our brooms were confiscated. We have none and certainly not enough for all of us."

Ginny piped, "I do! I have one!"

"Okay, well, you summon that for yourself to ride but we all need something to ride," Harry said, fidgeting in impatience.

"What?! Ginny this is too dangerous, you're not coming," Ron said dangerously.

"Well, you don't control my life, so I say that I am. That's that, Ronald," Ginny said almost patronizingly. Al had to stop himself from scowling.

"Stop! We don't have time for this! Any other ideas for transport?" Harry looked to Hermione and Luna.

A thought occurred to Al and at the same time Luna and Al said, "Thestrals."

Luna continued, "They like the smell of meat and we are covered in blood. They're coming here now."

Harry lit up like Fourth of July. Well, not really, but it certainly dispelled the angry look on his face. "Everyone, two on each shouldn't be too much weight for them. Get on."

Al easily got on one and helped Rose climb the thestral. Harry readily helped the others mount. Ginny summoned her broom.

They all took off at fast speeds. Al hugged the thestral's soft mane and Rose hugged Al's back tightly. She was scared of flying, just like her Mum. Al glanced at Hermione and saw that she was hugging Harry's back as well. Al somehow found it in him to smile.

During all of this, Al had one reoccurring thought: this isn't going to end well for us.