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This is the next chapter and it'll be a while until I next update since school has begun, and I'm pressed for time. You know, it could even be months. Sorry for that.

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The stars were dancing playfully in the moonlight. There was not a single cloud in sight. Harry Potter sat by the window in the Gryffindor common room, looking out into the night sky, quite late into the night. He'd been unable to sleep, having the same nightmare again in addition to another in which Umbridge figures out who were the ones pranking her and expelled them. Then he would have to go back to living with the horrid Dursleys, unable to have any form of contact with the Wizarding World he'd grown to be quite attached to.

If that old toad's nose was to grow every time she irritated, hurt or disgusted someone, in a way like Pinocchio, it would be greater than the Great Wall of China and be seen even from space. The minute he was aware of just what he'd thought, his eyes sparkled with amusement. If he could somehow manage to pull this off, imagine the amount of entertainment the whole school would get. Now, he just had to figure out what spell he could use to manage this feat. He needed to go to the library and he had to get there now.

Jumping from his seat and rushing into his dormitory, he scrambled around for his invisibility cloak. After a few minutes of searching, he held it triumphantly in his hand and then, seeming to realize just why he'd needed it in the first place, he put it on and made his to the library.

A couple of hours and many muttered profanities later, he found the book that contained the required spell. Now, he just needed to learn it.

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Three days later, he was still trying to master the spell. He wouldn't be much sorry if the spell were to go wrong and somehow hurt her more than necessary, but there would be no fun in that. So, with renewed vigour, he set about mastering it. In his free classes, in the bathroom, under the bed, in abandoned classrooms, every time.

So, that was how Ronald Weasley found his best mate. In an abandoned classroom, brandishing his wand at a relatively harmless teddy bear.

"What are you doing, mate?" he asked, looking confusedly between Harry's face set in concentration and the toy.

"Trying to make its nose grow long." He answered.

Now, Ron looked even more confused. "And why would you do that? It looks cute just the way it is. Leave it be." He said.

"So, once I get it right, I can use it on Umbridge."

With a sigh, he tried again. And when he did, the cute nose of the teddy bear elongated about half a centimetre.

With, a loud whoop, he knew he was ready. He would be able to hear that toad's screams again, and that seemed to be gaining the first place in his list of favourite pastimes – hearing her scream like a banshee.

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They had her class immediately after breakfast. As they made their way towards her classroom, Harry filled Hermione in on his plan, she couldn't help but pull him into a fierce hug.

"It's brilliant! It's just like Pinocchio." She exclaimed.

"That's where I got this idea from." Harry mumbled.

Ron, not understanding what in the world 'Pinocchio' was, thought it best not to feed his curiosity, or he might end up with a long lecture from Hermione about taking Muggle Studies and on how this 'Pinocchio'-thing worked, much like the last time he asked what a 'Ferris Wheel' was.

"Hem hem." They heard from the doorway, once they'd all entered the classroom.

A small smirk on his face, Harry shot the spell at her, causing her nose to grow a tiny bit. However, it wasn't yet noticeable. Her coughing to get attention really was annoying. He'd been extra careful, so she won't be able to see that he had his wand out.

As the class progressed, her nose had grown half a centimetre long and was slightly noticeable, if the whispers Harry heard about her nose were any indication. Although it was clear she had yet to know something was wrong with her nose.

This wasn't the last bit. There was a lot more, and by the end of the day, he was sure he'd have given the entire school (teachers included) something more juicy to talk about.

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He found great pleasure when he got several opportunities to shoot the spell at her in the corridors in between classes. He always made sure to do it only if she said or did anything annoying, hoping she'd get the hint and stop, so they could all have a peaceful day ever since her arrival at the school. No such luck. Alright then, he won't complain.

The next time he saw her, was in the Potions classroom. Apparently, she still felt the need to continue with the inspections of the teachers. She was seated in the corner on a stool, a notepad in hand and scribbling furiously.

He didn't know why he had never noticed certain similarities between this toad and that Skeeter woman. Both felt the need to scribble horrible lies on sheets about people and were extraordinarily maddening. Enough said.

Setting to work on the potion Snape had assigned, Harry made sure to keep an eye on her, just as she was doing to him. From the looks of it, she'd come to inspect him and not Snape. If it went on that way, he'd be unable to hex her, in any way, shape or form.

He was saved thrice from his impending doom by Hermione, who would swat his hand away from his cauldron if he seemed to be putting the wrong ingredient in. Silently mouthing a word of thanks as she did it again, he went back to observing Umbridge, before realizing she wasn't sitting on her stool any longer.

She was up talking to Snape in a hushed tone, looking more menacing with each word that came from her mouth. It wasn't until he saw the colour drain from his Potions Professor's face until he pulled his wand out again.

He'd vowed to punish her for insulting or harming any person, and he was bound by it. Snape was the most bat – ish, slimiest person he'd ever had the misfortune to meet, but he was still a person. So, Harry's vow applied to him too.

Taking a deep breath, he shot the spell at her, and watched as her eyes grew as wide as saucers, as did everyone else's, except his two friends, who seemed to be having a lot of difficulty hiding the laughter that was just waiting desperately to spew out of their mouths. Shooting them a quick grin, he turned his attention on Umbridge, who was stuttering and waving her arms around wildly, gesturing to her three inches long nose. It caught Snape's head who turned a murderous look at her before turning it to Harry.

He seemed to be conveying solely through his gaze that he knew this was Harry's doing, and he was going to pay for it later. Oh, well, at least it was worth it.

Umbridge paid no attention to the whispers breaking out in her wake, as she hid her nose behind her hands and fled from the classroom, although not before letting out a scream so shrill, Harry thought his ears were in danger of falling right off.

Snape followed her enough, so that he'd reach Harry and say so quietly, Harry might not have heard it at all. But he had and he was stunned.

He could have sworn all the money in his Gringotts vault plus his Firebolt, that Snape had said, "Twenty points to Gryffindor for reminding me of my favourite muggle classic that I seemed to have forgotten about. Well done, Potter."

You can't really blame him for standing there gaping like a fish out of water, now could you?