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Note: This is set after the fourth book, with a much more pro-active Harry Potter, with the duel in the graveyard acting like it should have done in canon; as a kick up the ass to get him moving faster down the path of greatness.

First use of a time skip at Hogwarts, so as to not fall into the trap of making everything happen to Harry in the first two weeks of school.

Vox Populi

School had become fairly quiet after the trials, with Dumbledore settling for giving pitying glances and Snape scowling more than usual as the independent observer in charge of his probation had given him leave to teach but without the authority to hand out punishments. Of course, both men were directing their almost opposite expressions on one Harry James Potter.

Hell, he'd be flattered if he didn't like girls.

But as it was, the glances he got from his two professors were starting to grate on his last nerve by Halloween. Halloween already held its own dark little corner in his heart but the way they constantly hounded him with their gazes, at any given opportunity, was making his mood darker and darker as the day grew closer.

Of course his friends had noticed how frosty he'd become whenever at meals, adamantly not looking at the staff table and getting gradually more annoyed at himself for not looking. Neville had begun frowning at meal times while Tracey and Hannah had pried into it once and then left it alone when he'd done a total emotional 180 and acted as happy as possible in answering, going on to continue the act whenever he saw them. Daphne had begun supporting him by gently stroking one of his hands with her finger as they sat beside each other, making him smile a little and seemingly forget about two of his three least favourite professors. Susan, being Susan, had poked him hard in the ribs the first time she'd caught him and then outright demanded that he ignore the both of them. With the threat of another poke, Harry obeyed when around Susan.

Umbridge had been surprisingly quiet since Harry's confrontation with her regarding the Blood Quill, transferring her detentions so that he had to serve them with Filch instead of herself. Filch seemed to love this, and he explained to Harry, at great length, that if Umbridge ever became the undisputed headmistress then he'd be allowed to give Harry twenty lashes for just running in the halls. Her lessons were still appalling though; all insufficient theory with no practical.

That was really starting to grate on him as well; he thought he would be getting out of practice without any use of magic in DADA.

These points were combined to be the reason why he was now sat at a table in the farthest corner of the library with all of his new friends sat patiently waiting for him to finish reading a certain passage. The constant stares he got from Dumbledore and Snape had led to him escaping to the library, a place where neither man usually ventured, and his frustration with Umbridge's lessons was the reason why he was sat around a library table with his friends. Neville, finally losing his patience, spoke up,

"What the hell are we all doing here, Harry?" he asked bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush. Hannah groaned a little, something to do with subtly and an elephant in relation to his tact. Harry held a finger up, not looking away from the heavy tone he was reading from. Tracey rolled her eyes; an act she realised was lost on Harry,

"Come on Potter… are you trying to channel your inner Granger?" she taunted with an imitation of Malfoy's sneer which was scarily close to the real thing. Harry looked up from the book finally, flicking a quill at Tracey for the jab, causing her to squeak,

"Quiet you." He joked with a smile before pulling out his wand, "Guys, I've got a little idea."

Before any of them could ask what the idea was, Harry waved his wand and muttered a few Latin words. An orb of light blue magical energy was raised over the table and its occupants. Identical looks of confusion dawned on all of his friend's faces,

"Harry? Where the hell are we? I don't… I don't remember where we are!" Susan stammered out, looking around wildly. Harry smirked and handed them each a slip of parchment with some writing on it. As each of them read the message, the looks of confusion fell somewhat with some realisation. Only Daphne initially recognised it for what it was and she was even more surprised,

"This is the Fidelius Charm!" she announced, unable to contain the exclamation in her surprise. Harry, who was now breathing heavily, nodded,

"That's right. I am the Caster and Secret Keeper for the Fidelius over The Corner Table Of The Library." He told his friends with a small smile, he gestured to the pieces of parchment, "They need to be destroyed. Neville… if you would be so kind."

Neville nodded and gathered all of the pieces of parchment into a small pile before casting a weak fire spell into the parchment, allowing the slight flames to burn through the parchment but not the table-top. Susan whistled a little in amazement,

"This is amazing Harry! Only people with fully developed magical cores have been able to do this charm over something this big!" she grinned wide at him, "Seems you're quite the early bloomer."

Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked,

"One of us was the definition of an early bloomer… and it's not me." He teased, causing Susan to go bright red. Tracey frowned,

"Why cast the Fidelius at all, Potter?" her eyes narrowed in suspicion, "What are you hiding from?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, the fatigue from the draining charm now lessened by time,

"Like I said, I have an idea." He replied, tapping his temple with a finger, "And I want it to stay a secret."

Tracey scowled a little at the vague answer and Hannah began to giggle to herself. At Harry's questioning glance she laughed out loud,

"Oh come off it Harry… we all know you just want a place to snog in perfect privacy!" she declared with a smirk. Both Daphne and Susan went bright red, looking to Harry for his reaction. Harry merely chuckled,

"Then why would I give you three the secret?" he asked, purposefully saying three so that both Daphne and Susan knew that he was thinking of both of them. Susan and Daphne dutifully looked away from him, probably to blush harder than before. Neville chuckled as Hannah pouted at her failed idea,

"So what's this idea, Harry?" he asked with a grin. Tracey smirked, fully expecting to watch as Neville was rebuffed by an answer equally as vague as the one she was given. Harry smiled,

"How nice of you to ask Neville! I shall tell you my friend." He replied, his smile wide and slightly exaggerated. Tracey stood up indignantly,

"How come you're going to answer his question but not mine?" she demanded in what resembled a temper tantrum. Harry smirked,

"You asked why I cast the Fidelius and what I was hiding from. You didn't simply ask what my idea was, like Neville, you just assumed it would be to simply hide something." He turned slightly more serious, just enough to be noticeable, "But the answer to Neville's question is simple."

Reaching into his book bag, Harry pulled his Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook for this year before throwing it onto the centre of the table. When all of his friends looked from the book to him, he steeped his hands in front of his face and just stared back. Daphne picked up the text with contempt,

"Well it can't be to study from this thing. It's useless." She observed, getting a fraction of a nod from Harry at this. Neville reached across the table to take the book from Daphne, running his hands across the leather,

"Well… the book's magical signature, from what I can tell, is the same so you haven't substituted any parts of it. Leaving it worthless still." He observed, passing the book to a patiently waiting Hannah. Hannah frowned in concentration,

"Perhaps we should just be done with it and burn all of the copies in school?" she offered with a smirk, passing the book to Susan. Susan flicked through the pages with a disgusted frown,

"This drivel shouldn't even be in circulation. Most of it is so insufficient that it's probably more dangerous than lying about spells and their effects." She assessed, sliding the book to a thoughtful Tracey. The Slytherin girl looked at the book for a few seconds before smirking,

"We've all established that this book is tripe." She titled her head to the side, "But you already knew that. You were just trying to gauge our reactions so as to present your opinion in a way that wouldn't conflict with ours."

Harry smiled slightly, giving Tracey a slow clap, which she bowed theatrically to,

"Correct Miss Davis." He pulled the textbook closer to him before casually pushing it off of the table, "The book is a complete waste of time. It covers no practical. It deals with no ways of combating anything, Dark Creature or Dark Wizard. In short… it is everything we don't need in a time of war."

Hannah frowned at this,

"War? Who're we at war with?" she asked, genuinely confused. Harry's eyes hardened,

"Voldemort." He declared firmly. All of the girls present flinched, even if it was barely noticeable compared to the general wizarding population. Neville's demeanour simply turned a lot more serious,

"We've been at war since the Third Task… haven't we?" he asked, locking eyes with his best friend. Harry nodded briskly,

"Yes, and we're losing. Badly." He replied after a few seconds of silence. Susan leant forwards on his elbows,

"I'm guessing that our side is losing because it doesn't even acknowledge that we're at war." She noted, bringing forward the Ministry's denial of the situation. Harry nodded gravely, pulling a copy of the Daily Prophet out of his bag and throwing it into the centre of the table, as he had done with the textbook. Neville picked up the paper and scanned the front page,

"Absolutely nothing about any war." He concluded, passing the paper to Daphne with a disgusted sigh. Daphne's eyes narrowed as she read all of the paper, leaving the others to watch her for a few minutes. Finally she set the paper down and turned to Harry,

"Justin Finch-Fletchley is an orphan now." She announced firmly. Harry nodded the same slight nod as before and Hannah instantly snatched the paper up,

"No way! I didn't see that in the paper this morning!" she said, panicking as she searched the entire paper for the article. Harry sighed,

"Page 34." He told her calmly. Hannah flicked through the pages quickly before stopping on the mentioned page. Her face went white,

"It... 'A small family of muggles was found dead in an alleyway in Muggle London on Monday, with evidence of spell damage. It is as yet unclear as to how their Muggle-born son, one Justin Finch-Fletchley, is handling this tragedy'…" her voice dried up and came out as a croak. Neville wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close as she started to break down at learning about her long-time friend being made an orphan. Tracey frowned a little,

"That is bad, I will admit, but why is it evidence of a War?" she asked, trying to speak softly so as not to get Hannah upset about it. Harry pulled a few thin pieces of paper from his book bag,

"It doesn't give any clues as to which spells were used." He threw the pieces of paper, now revealed to be photographs, into the middle of the table, "The goblins were able to acquire the scene photographs with enough of my gold."

All of them tried not to look at the photographs, not sure that what they showed was something that they really wanted to see. Tracey reached out slowly and looked at one of the photos for all of a second before throwing it away from her as if it burnt, causing her to back away from the table in disgust. Neville frowned and picked up a photograph. It depicted a man's body, dressed smartly in a muggle suit, twisting a writhing in pain despite the fact that the man was clearly dead, if the slashed throat was any indication. The eyes stared lifelessly up at the camera and Neville slowly put the photograph down,

"The Cruciatus Curse…" he muttered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Daphne's eyes widened slightly as she began to think,

"It could just be a pure-blood attack…" she weakly suggested. Neville shook his head,

"I'd know the look from those eyes anywhere…" he whispered before speaking up, "They were tortured into insanity with the Cruciatus before they were killed. It takes more… 'talent' than the usual pure-blood thug to do that with the Cruciatus."

Harry nodded gravely,

"The information I could buy from the Obliviators and the Goblins matches with Neville's assessment." He pulled the photographs back to himself before putting them back in his book bag. He steeped his hands again, "There is no doubt about it. Voldemort has begun to attack Muggles."

This time, no one shuddered or flinched at the name. Tracey, her eyes now alight with righteous fury, spoke up,

"But why attack Muggles? Why would he attack those who can't fight back?" she asked emotively, her slytherin cunning left behind as her emotions took hold of her. Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes,

"Because they can't fight back." He replied honestly, "And he knows that the Ministry, and the general wizarding population, don't give a rat's ass about Muggles."

Susan frowned,

"What do you think Dumbledore is doing about it?" she asked quietly. Harry and Neville shared a look before Harry shrugged,

"He has a little bird-watching club that he uses to make sure his schemes work out." He replied with a slight frown. Neville was full on scowling,

"What Harry means is that Dumbledore has attracted a group of people, who think he can do no wrong, and is letting them think that they're actually doing something." He spoke up bitterly. Hannah put a calming hand on his shoulder and Neville visibly deflated as he relaxed. Daphne's keen eyes locked with Harry's,

"And you want us to become a third party in this war." She concluded firmly. The others fell completely silent and regarded Harry with more than idle curiosity. Harry nodded slightly,

"A third side to this war… one that is against the Death Eaters and Voldemort but not under the thumb of an aging hero who believes he still has chance to live in the spotlight for a few more years, putting people in danger to do so." He replied, his tone tough and business-like. Neville nodded, his eyes alight with determination,

"You can count on me." He declared with conviction. Hannah nodded quickly,

"Those bastards will pay for what they're doing. I'm in too." She placed her hand in the centre of the table, on top of Neville's idle one,

"This will be a noble thing… if we can pull it off." Tracey muttered, putting her hand on top of Hannah's,

"This Second Wizarding War will not be allowed to take as many from us as the first." Susan declared; bright tears in her eyes as she put her hand in as well. Daphne gave Harry a searching stare,

"I'm done being neutral." She decided eventually, putting her hand on top of the others, "A third side is more appealing than the other two."

Harry held his hand over the others, his eyes closed as he muttered in Latin again. A light green glow covered the assembled hands before connecting to Harry's. Tracey and Daphne both pulled their hands back sharply once it was over,

"What was that?" Tracey demanded. Harry opened his eyes,

"That was a special type of charm, related closely to the Fidelius." He tapped his temple with a finger again, suddenly looking very tired, "No one can speak of this group, to someone who does not already know of its existence, except me."

Hannah frowned slightly,

"So what do we call this group of ours?" she asked with the beginnings of a smile, "Its bad luck to not have a name."

Harry cracked a grin,

"Hadn't thought of a name. That can be your job." He declared joyfully. Susan chuckled,

"A group to get us to pass our defence OWLs and fight a war?" she shook her head, "Not a clue."

Tracey thought for a second,

"How about… Proeliator?" she suggested quietly. Harry raised an eyebrow,

"Latin huh? What does it mean?" he asked idly. Tracey frowned,

"The Warriors." She replied. Harry thought about it for a moment before slowly shaking his head,

"Not really catchy enough for a whole group. Although…" he paused, thoughtfully, "It would fit as a name for those of us present now."

Daphne raised an eyebrow,

"You intend to bring in others?" she asked, her tone tense. Harry sighed a little,

"You can't fight a war with six people." He replied, stating a fact to disarm her tone. Neville scowled,

"This is sounding particularly like a certain Inner Circle…" he muttered, his tone dark. Harry nodded, surprising everyone,

"That's because it is." He rubbed his eyes tiredly, "Voldemort is a crazy, deranged murdering bastard… but don't let it ever be said that he's stupid."

Neville breathed out heavily,

"We won't be like them… will we?" he asked nervously. Harry frowned,

"Of course not. I'm not going to ask you to do half the things he asks of his Inner Circle." He paused a little, "But I will ask you to do slightly more than members of Dumbledore's bird watching club."

Neville leant back in his seat again, relaxing slightly. Susan smiled slightly,

"So how about we call ourselves… Chimera." She suggested lightly, at the confused looks she giggled slightly and expanded, "You know, because we have Gryffindor Lions and Slytherin Snakes. Of course we have to ignore the censure but I don't think most people care about that anyway now."

Harry looked around and saw that everyone at the table was at least amiable towards the idea. He nodded,

"Fair enough. The group as a whole will be called Chimera and we shall be Proeliator of the group." He announced. When the others all nodded he pulled a piece of parchment out of his book bag and began to scribble on it rapidly. Daphne frowned,

"You're writing out the secret so that we can recruit?" she asked, already having more than a slight inkling into his thinking. He smirked,

"Spot on." He replied with a grin as he began to tear small slips of parchment off and hand them to his friends, "One for each of you. If you lose it I want you to destroy it by activating the protective charm on it."

Neville raised an eyebrow,

"You've been doing a lot of charms lately… figured out you're actually a genius in charms?" he joked. Harry rolled his eyes and held up his Family's Anybook,

"Hardly. I've just got my mum's journal. Now she was a Charms genius." He told them with a fond smile at the book. They all nodded and folded the parchment up before hiding it on their person. Neville grinned,

"Why don't we just recruit your fan-club? There are enough of them to make a small army after all." He teased, leaving Daphne and Susan to glare at him while Hannah and Tracey giggled. Harry pointed a finger at Neville, very serious,

"I swear to god that if you bring Pansy Parkinson here then I will kill you."

The traditional Halloween feast was a bit more sombre than it had been in previous years, Harry and Neville separated from their friends by House boundaries which were strictly adhered to during official feasts. They'd managed to get seats across from each other at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the exit. After the censure they'd wondered about where they would have to sit during official feasts such as this one but it turned out that they had to remain with the lions.

Some of the Gryffindors had moved closer to Harry and Neville to try and apologise for their behaviour earlier in the year and he'd waved their concerns away before waving attempts at polite conversation away as well. Just because they'd forgiven the Gryffindors for the censure, they were still not interested in becoming 'best friends' again with any of them. In the end, Fred and George had sat down next to them and they'd greeted them, something they'd not done with any of the others. The twins were just telling Harry about some of their skiving snack-boxes when he heard a sound he dread from behind him,

"Hem hem." Came a sugary voice, making even the coughing sound sweet. He closed his eyes in frustration,

"Yes Professor Umbridge?" he asked her, not turning around to look at her,

"I was just walking down the aisle when I heard you conversing about items that are sure to be against school rules. I'm afraid that will be detention." Harry turned to see her smiling sweetly, her piggy little eyes alight with something far from joy. He raised an eyebrow,

"I must congratulate you Professor." At her confused look he continued, "I didn't realise that you now possessed the power to give punishments for things not related to the student you are punishing."

Umbridge's smile fell slightly,

"Liar… I just caught you talking about them. An extra detention for insulting a teacher." She declared, her voice becoming slightly less sweet as she realised that she was beginning to make a scene. Harry shook his head,

"But the items in question are inventions of Mr and Mr Weasley here." He gestured at the casually grinning twins, "And they're already being punished for it. So it has nothing to do with me."

The toad-faced professor grew red in the face,

"Of course, Mr Potter…" her face scrunched up a little, "My mistake."

Harry waved her away,

"No worries Professor, although it's Lord Potter." He reminded her as he went back to his drink. Her retreating footsteps made him smile, causing the Weasley twins to grin at him even more,

"Harry that was…"

"… bloody brilliant! She…"

"… didn't know what to say…"

"… and it was even better…"

"… because it's all protected…"

"… by the school rules!" one of the twins exclaimed, finishing the confusing triple conversation. Harry frowned in confusion,

"Thanks… I think. You kind of lost me during that." He admitted, causing them both to grin again before going back to their drinks. Neville was frowning again,

"She's planning something Harry. Regardless of how crap a teacher or a witch she is… she's a very good politician." He shook his head slightly, "I get the feeling that I'm really not going to like one of the announcements at this feast…"

Harry raised a curious eyebrow,

"There's going to be announcements?" he asked, having not heard any mention of it all week. Neville nodded,

"Professor Sprout was complaining about them, rather loudly, when I went to the gardening club. Of course she stopped when she saw us." He told his friend, his eyes trained on the staff table. Harry frowned as well,

"From what I know of her, Sprout is a very good judge of events…" he muttered, although apparently it was too loud as someone had heard it,

"That's Professor Sprout." Came a familiar voice close to the closest Weasley twin to Harry. The young Lord closed his eyes in frustration,

"Prefect Granger… forgive me but I am not addressing the professor directly so there is no rule against forgetting to use her title." He replied, deliberately turning away from the bushy haired girl. Hermione stood up and pushed a protesting George further down the table before sitting down next to Harry,

"Harry… I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now." She told him in her stern tone, which already let Harry know that he was likely to be scolded at some point. He turned to regard his former friend, noting the red tint to her eyes and the bangs under them,

"Do you mean talk with me or talk at me?" he raised an eyebrow, "If memory serves you have a problem determining one from the other."

Hermione bristled and Neville chuckled,

"God… he's got your number Granger." He teased, still idly waiting for the Headmaster to do the announcements so that the food would appear. Hermione gave Neville a dark look that only Harry saw. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing as she took a deep breath,

"Harry, I first wanted to apologise to you for… well for challenging your temporary ownership of the train compartment. I did some reading and found out a lot about your new social status. We'll have to talk about that later by the way. Second, I want you to know that I was very disappointed in Ron for attacking you with a Dark spell. But it was wrong of you and the rest of the Seven to sit idly by and watch as he was sent to Azkaban! It's simply barbaric to send a teenager to Azkaban! And the way you forced a punishment on Professor Dumbledore was just so irresponsible of you! You abused your powers as a member of the Seven to get personal revenge instead of tackling a real issue, like the enslavement of house-elves!" she berated him at length. She suddenly realised that he was miming a conversation with Susan across the Great Hall and hit his arm to get his attention back, "Are you even listening to me?"

Harry blinked a few times at her,

"Are you finished?" he asked in a bored tone of voice, causing Neville to chuckle to himself before returning to his conversation with Fred. Hermione grew redder in the face,

"And another thing! You have to tell me how it is that you have an extinct Animagus form! Not to mention how your new Runes have changed your body! And healing your arm in such a manner was disgusting! I never would have thought that you would have used a Dark Magic ritual to bring back your arm! It's just so… so…."

"Barbaric?" he suggested in a disinterested tone. Hermione frowned,

"Evil." She corrected. Harry blinked at her for a few seconds before acting shocked,

"Oh. Is it my turn to speak now?" he asked in mock surprise, "I'll answer in order, I'm sure you'll appreciate that. Apology accepted, and mini-feud ended. We don't need to talk about it because I know everything ten generations of Potters have learnt about the Wizengamot and politics in general. Ron deserved to go to Azkaban, the law is the law and it's not exactly hard to follow. It would have been irresponsible for the headmaster to weasel his way out of a punishment by exploiting the corruption of the Minister, something which I helped stop. I did it because he'd broken the law, and could have made it worse by bringing up several more serious charges against him. House-elves are enslaved but only a select few of them actually want to be free. In fact I understand that it makes most of them lose a lot of their magic to become free. No I was not listening to you at that point; I was having a silent conversation with a very fetching Hufflepuff. I won't tell you anything about my Animagus form, seeing as I haven't really explored it. The Runes are a family secret and I'll thank you to keep your curious mind away from them. I did not use any Dark ritual to regrow my arm; I used one of the thousands of combinations of family runes available to me. There. All in order."

Hermione looked like she wanted to continue to berate him for a second or two before her face softened,

"Do you really mean we can be friends again?" she asked softly. Harry frowned,

"I said that I accept your apology. I never said anything about being your friend again." He noted in a neutral voice. Hermione's face twisted slightly,

"But why not? I apologised for what I did wrong!" she half-pleaded, half-demanded. Harry sighed,

"The argument on the train just made me re-evaluate my friendship with you." He locked eyes with her, "And I found that I was giving too much and you weren't giving enough. I wanted us to be friends so badly that I let you rant, rave and bully me into doing whatever the hell you wanted me to do. And you? Well you only helped me when all evidence told you that it was impossible for me to be wrong. Where the hell was the faith you're supposed to have in a friend?"

Hermione's eyes shone with unshed tears,

"So that's it? We're never going to speak to each other again?" she asked, in the same way she said everything; as if she knew she was right. Harry frowned in frustration,

"You're doing it again! You're putting words in my mouth." He shook his head, "I'm going to do my best to be cordial to you. I will not ignore you or belittle you. However, I will not be your friend again unless I want to be."

Hermione smiled sadly,

"Of course." She replied before moving down to sit further down the Gryffindor table. Neville chuckled,

"Scratch the first one off of the Gryffindor fan-club." He remarked with a grin. Harry smiled a little,

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure Ginny was the first one off." He replied jokingly. Fred and George looked nervously at each other,

"About that Harry…"

"… it seems that our sister…"

"… doesn't take rejection well." One of them finished, both of them giving him concerned looks. Harry groaned,

"What does that mean?" he asked, dreading the answer. Fred scratched the back of his head,

"Well you see the thing is…"

"… no one's really sure…"

"… what is going on at the moment…"

"… because Ginny has refused to come out of her dorm…"

"… leaving us very worried as her brothers…"

"… and mother dearest cursing your name…"

"… for not wanting to madly shag our little sister!"

Harry's head reeled from trying to follow which twin was saying what but he shook his head when he realised what had been said,

"So she's not come out at all?" he asked, receiving shakes of heads in answer. His head hit the table as he groaned, "Fuck me. This day could not have any more horrible surprises or confrontations in it if Merlin himself had cursed me."

Neville chuckled,

"Oh it can and it is probably about to. The announcements are starting." He warned his friend, pointing up at the now standing Professors Dumbledore and Umbridge. Dumbledore took a step forwards,

"We have a few announcements that we would like to make before we can begin our, no doubt, wonderful Halloween feast."

There was a light splattering of applause.

"Firstly, the first rounds of the Hogwarts' Duelling Competition shall take place on the last weekend before the winter holidays. As I said once before, only fifth years and above will be entered into this inter-house competition."

Dumbledore stepped back, to a round of enthusiastic applause. Of course, the entire student body was still buzzing about Harry's duel with Ron so the idea of a series of duels was very welcome. The applause dried up as Umbridge took a few steps forwards,

"Secondly, we have decided on a something rather hard my dears. All student-run clubs are hence forth disbanded and the leaders will have to come to me personally to argue why their club should be allowed to reform."

This announcement was met by most of the students crying out in outrage. Umbridge waited until it had died down before continuing,

"Of course, if any students are found to be continuing a club without my consent then they shall receive major punishment, not limited to suspension."

At this the food appeared on the tables, the pupils all turned away from the staff table and the two co-headteachers returned to their seats. Harry smirked at Neville,

"Do you think we should tell her?" he asked with a grin. Neville chuckled,

"It would be worth it to see the look on her face." He replied with a grin of his own. Harry shrugged,

"I think I'll settle for ignoring her as much as possible rather than aggravating her further. She's already baying for my blood."

"Ah come on… you used to be cool!"

Omakes!

Harry Potter and the wonders of Sexual Intercourse! – Thanks to Slytherin66 for this one! (mostly :P)

Harry: *entering hospital wing* Madam Pomfrey… you wanted to see me?

Pomfrey: *nods* Yes Lord Potter. It has come to my attention that you are soon to be entering a relationship with both Miss Greengrass and Miss Bones.

Harry: *blushes* Well… I do really like both of them.

Pomfrey: *nods* Then there is something we need to discuss.

Harry: Oh? What is it Madam Pomfrey?

Pomfrey: Harry… do you know where babies come from?

Harry: *wide eyed stare* Wh-what?

Pomfrey: *sighs sadly*You should have been told this by your parents…

Harry: *blushing now* B-but Madam Pomfrey I alre-

Pomfrey: Now Harry… when a witch and a wizard love each other very much…

Harry: *two hours and many photographs later* BABIES ARE THE DESTROYERS OF VAGINAS!

Harry Potter and the second shot at sixth year! – Thanks to Teufel1987 for this one!

Dumbledore: Well done Harry! You have saved the school from yet another peril!

Harry: All in a day's work Professor.

Dumbledore: But there is one problem…

Harry: What is it sir?

Dumbledore: You've failed your end of term exams.

Harry: Oh my god! What now?

Dumbledore: Hit it Gandalf.

Gandalf: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

Professor Babbling's Magically Expanding Runes Class! – Thanks to Slytherin66 for this one as well!

Babbling: … and that is the simple locking Rune. *turns back at her class* Good Lord! Where have all of you come from?

Class: *several shrugs and a few sheepish looks from the large class*

Hermione: Professor! Half of them just walked into the lesson! I've tried to tell them off but I'm being squished into a wall!

Babbling: … I'm going to need more textbooks.

Harry Potter and the Inexplicable Marriage And Love Cliché!

Harry: *walking happily through the corridors* Oh it is a good day to not even recognise Lavender Brown's existence. A good day indeed.

Lavender Brown: *glomps Harry* Oh Harry-poo! I just learnt that your godfather's family has longstanding marriage contracts and I am your intended!

Harry: *pulls head out from Lavender's boobs* Of course this means I'm automatically in love with you now!

Lavender Brown: Let's have babies!

Harry: Yes, lets!

Neville: *smacks Harry round the back of the head* We're not doing that cliché here.

Harry: Oh yeah… *pushes Lavender away* Sorry Lav, we're going with a realistic three-way relationship here.

Neville: *mutters* Or as realistic as three-way relationships can be…

Lavender Brown: Oh woe is me! And Pavarti was waiting to be the third side of our love triangle!

Pavarti: Woe is me!

Harry: Mmmm yes, woe is you.

The reason why Azkaban is so awful! – Thanks to Fallen-Ryu for this one!

Ron: *clinging to the bars of his cell* Let me out! I don't deserve to be in here!

Dolohov: *rolls his eyes* Oh shut it would you? I'm trying to use my mind skills to prepare myself for the regular Dementor show.

Ron: *shakes fearfully* What kind of a show?

Dolohov: *shivers* The worst thing in the world…

Six Dementors: *glide between Ron and Dolohov's cells*

Ron: *is confused* They're dressed up… as a cop, a biker, a soldier, an American Indian, a muggle construction worker and a… is that one wearing a cowboy hat?

Dolohov: *starts rocking back and forth* NOOOOOO! They're early!

Ron: *is confused still* How is this a bad thing?

Six Dementors: *activate a speaker system*

Ron: … is this muggle music?

Dolohov: *banging head against cell wall* Kill me! Kill me now!

Six Dementors: *Singing as one* Young man, there's no need to feel down.

Ron: *covers ears* What one earth are they doing?

Dolohov: *cowering in the corner* It's the village people!

Six Dementors: *still singing* It's fun to stay at the… Y.M.C.A! It's fun to stay at the… Y.M.C.A!

Harry Potter and the Yu-Gi-Oh! trading card game! – Thanks to wizmage for this one!

Harry: *picks up a trading card* What the hell is this?

Neville: Hmm? Oh that's just a wizarding Yu-Gi-Oh card. Who's on it?

Harry: *frowns* Voldemort.

Neville: Oooo… he's a really tough one. What's his special ability?

Harry: *raises an eyebrow* 'Unless your opponent has an Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter or Alastor Moody card active then you automatically win the match by saying the name of this card twice'. Huh. Weird.

Another chapter banged out, along with some of the reviewer Omakes! Keep suggesting them and I'll keep putting them in guys.

I know some of you will not be pleased with what I've done with the 'DA' (I recognise that I can't please all of you) but I will stress this now. I will not change my mind so don't bother to review if you're just going to flame the decision.

Next Chapter;

Chimera's first meeting! Time jump to just before winter holidays! Harry's holiday plans hammered out!