"Hey, Mom? What are these?" James called to me. We were cleaning out the house one Saturday morning before it was demolished the next day. Teddy was coming to live with us permanently for his final two years at Hogwarts. James and Albus were sharing a room, and Teddy had taken James's while we were getting settled. Andromeda was upset, but she dealt well, and she was over here six times a week anyway.

I walked into his room, and saw him holding an old photograph. I sighed when I saw the people in it. "Oh... That was Dumbledore's Army. I was in fourth year, and Dad, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione were in fifth year," I explained. I hoped that he would drop it at that. I started to walk back to my bathroom, which I was cleaning.

"So cool! Tell me more!" he exclaimed. He opened his mouth widely and called out, "Hey Al! Mom's going to tell us a story, and it has to do with Dumbledore!"

Albus ran up behind me and sat on his brother's bed. "Yeah! What's it about! Can you tell the Grindelwald story again? I liked that one," he said.

James pushed his brother off the bed. "Get off! And this is a new one, stupid! It's about the people in this picture," he said, showing off the photograph.

As I sat down next to them, preparing to tell the story, Lily jumped into my lap. "I wanna hear, I wanna hear!" she cried out. I sighed, but nodded as she continued to relentlessly plead with me.

I began, "Well, Dumbledore's Army was-"

"Something that I didn't want to do, but your mother, aunt, and uncle pulled me into," Harry said, and sat next to me. "

Sorry, love, I just couldn't resist when I heard what was going on." I rolled my eyes, but continued.

"When we were in school," I began, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was a toad named Unbridge." The kids looked at me disbelivingly, but I continued as if nothing had ever happened. "She was from the Ministry of Magic. Remember that the Ministry of Magic was a really bad place then, not like now. The Ministry was trying to take over Hogwarts."

"Why the hell would they ever do that?" James asked.

Harry replied, "James Sirius Potter, watch your language. And the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was a madman who thought that Dumbledore was going to take over the entire Ministry, and by default, the whole Wizard world." Lily gasped, and shook her head. "But of course he wasn't," Harry told her, and gave her a hug.

I stepped in, "So, Umbridge came to Hogwarts, and took over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The only problem is, she wouldn't let us use magic at all. Even though it was Dad's OWL year, she wouldn't let-"

Albus exclaimed, "No way! There's no way she wouldn't! Mum is lying, right Dad?"

In a playfully hurt tone, I said, "Are you suggesting, Albus, that I am a liar?"

Albus reconsidered his words. "Um, well, not exactly..."

Harry said, "Actually, she is lying. It was way worse than she makes it sound. Umbridge was horrible. She honestly was worse than Lord Voldemort himself. And don't you start that, Gin, he's gone for good," he said disapprovingly as I shuddered. OK, so I just couldn't help it. Thinking of his was just too horrible to deal with.

I said, "Well, I forgive you, Albus. Anyway, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione had this idea."

Lily jumped in, "Well, it was probably Aunt Hermione more than Uncle Ron, right?"

Harry laughed, "Yeah, it was. They told me one day that since Umbridge didn't teach DADA the correct way, I should teach it for her. So we met in a secret room in the castle and practiced magic."

"That's where Dad taught them how to do Patronuses!" Albus exclaimed.

Teddy strolled in casually. "Thanks to my Dad, of course."

Harry said, surprised, "Well, of course. We actually have the picture of your dad and my parents in the original Order of the Phoenix somewhere. Accio Order picture!" An old photograph zoomed into Teddy's hands. His eyes brightened as he pointed out Remus, James, Albus, Sirius, Lily, Alice and Frank Longbottom, and all the other old members to his godsiblings. They were all engrossed in the picture as Harry and I walked out of the room, leaving them to their memories.

"Do you think that worked for them?" I whispered.

Harry looked at me and whispered back, "Oh, I hope so! If it's not, then I have to explain about the fights, and dragging her in to see Grawp, and who Grawp is in the first place, and-"

Four voices chorused, "Dad (or Harry), you didn't finish the story! Come back!"

Harry let out a long groan, grasped my hand, and we ran back to our four children.