This is some AU thing in a world where Harry's been raised by Sirius and Remus since 3rd year; now fast forwarding to 5th year, Remus and Sirius take action against Umbridge. This was beta'd by the lovely Tumbling-into-oblivion and haybarry87. Enjoy the update and leave a request or something if you'd like.

Things that must be done: Leaping to Action

It's completely quiet in the classroom, and Harry is doing his best to concentrate. Really, he is. It's hard though, when the scars on his hand, the words he's been made to place there, burn whenever he even thinks about the ghastly woman at the head of the room, smiling to herself even though she probably drowned a kitten before breakfast.

Harry doesn't think he's ever hated someone so much.

Ok, scratch that. The list of Harry's most hated people probably starts with Voldemort, considering he was the one to kill his parents, and then maybe Uncle Vernon. No; Vernon and Umbridge can be tied for second.

Harry doesn't think he's ever hated a teacher quite so much.

No, no, there's Snape to consider. He actually might hate Snape more than Umbridge, but that might also be because he has a bit more material to work with; and the fact that Snape makes it look like dementors have winning personalities.

Amendment: Harry doesn't think he's ever hated a woman quite so much.

Yes, that works.

Harry doesn't think he's ever hated and woman quite so much and he might actually go insane if he has to sit in this classroom for another hour until they're dismissed. He has another detention tonight and at this point cutting off his left hand might just be the best solution. Unless of course, somehow the blood quill gets around that. Damn, that's magic for you.

Harry has decided the best possible use of this class is just to catch up on some sleep. He'd rather torture himself with a nightmare from Voldemort that have to sit and look at this woman any longer. Maybe Voldemort will even get fed up with looking into Harry's conscious and finding it filled of hateful Umbridge mantras and send a Death Eater to kill her in her sleep.

Alright, that's a little harsh. He takes that back. But only just.

He's halfway to dream land, being lulled to sleep by the scratching of Umbridge's quill as she grades essays, when the door to the classroom bursts open and a very familiar voice cuts the silence of the room like a well-aimed Crucio!

"ALRIGHT UMBITCH, I'D LIKE A WORD!" Sirius Black shouts as he stalks into the room. He is dressed like Harry hadn't seen him before, at the height of pureblood fashion, with the Black signet ring shining on his finger. He is dressed in a silk shirt, a leather waistcoat and a velvet smoking jacket, also wearing probably the tightest pair of trousers Harry had ever seen on an adult. His wand is drawn and his hair is pulled back and he looks about ready to duel anyone who offers.

As Sirius went right up to Umbridge, more discretely in the back is Remus, leaning against the doorway and also dressed for what Harry assumes is going to turn into a fight. The werewolf's shoulders are tensed and every so often his upper lip quivers, revealing sharp, white canines. Harry is sure he was the only one who has seen Remus come in, because everyone else is focused on what is happening at the front of the room. Remus winks at him, before locking eyes on Sirius.

"Hem, hem, how can I help you, Mr…?" Umbridge looks up from the papers on her desk, rising to her full height of five feet, making her maybe level with Sirius' shoulders.

There is a collective breath drawn when this question was answered. Probably because how could you not know who this was? He had been on wanted posters for a year and a half, though admittedly he had looked a bit more…prison break out than English aristocrat then. Sirius however, doesn't seem fazed by the question Umbridge asked, instead adopting an insincere smile.

"Oh, how rude of me. I am Sirius Orion Black, head of the Most Great and Noble House of Black, former Auror and former inmate of Azkaban. Currently 124th in line to the throne of Great Britain and the godfather of Harry James Potter, and I am here today to ask you just what the hell you think you're doing!?" Sirius says with his grandiose way of his. Umbridge has finally put everything together and realizes that the man standing now in front of her was once convicted of the murder of twelve Muggles and a wizard. He is the same man that looks angry enough to actually get sent back to Azkaban if anyone dare get in his way right now.

"Mr. Black, I don't believe I know what you're talking about. As you can see these students are being educated the proper way the Ministry believes they should. There is nothing that they won't know about if they continue to be educated the way the Minister sees fit. Hogwarts has never been a safer and cohesive environment." Umbridge has that pleasant smile on her face that Harry finds incredibly annoying, and worse, belittling.

Sirius' knuckles are so white from gripping his wand Harry can see it from his seat. Scanning the classroom, the rest of the students look shocked as well, although Hermione looks closer to putting her head into her hands and groaning. She still isn't a fan of Sirius' dramatic way of doing things. (Harry is sure she hasn't quite grasped the concept that Sirius Black is the biggest fucking drama queen Hogwarts ever produced.)

"Torturing students who speak their minds is not learning, Umbitch, it's child abuse, which last time I checked is incredibly fucking illegal under current Ministry law; which is, by the way, you as a Ministry employee, is law you're supposed to uphold. Blood quills were outlawed in 1967, and even being in possession of one is a 5,000 galleon fine. Inflicting them upon a student, a minor, is a year in Azkaban."

"I have gotten special permission from the Minister, Mr. Black, to use them as I see fit to punish insolence. I—"

"I don't two bloody fucks, woman. And that's Lord Black to you. Until I see it bloody written in stone and signed by the Minister himself, what you're doing to these students and my godson is illegal and I will not stand for this. Does anyone on the Wizengamot actually know what the Minister is doing to Hogwarts? As far as I know Minister of Magic is an elected position and a simple majority vote can get him out of office." Sirius says, practically shaking with anger. Sparks are being thrown randomly out of his wand.

So far, Harry is waiting for Remus to intervene and calm Sirius down, but when Harry looks at him, eyes still locked on Sirius, Remus seems just as angry as Sirius is. His jaw is locked in place and his hackles are up. After living with a werewolf for a couple of years, Harry knows the signs of an angry werewolf. Angry and werewolf do not mix well in any case.

"The Minister has done nothing wrong, Lord Black. It is you, who is at fault, doubting that the Minister can't take care of the school he is well within jurisdiction of. You and other's like Albus Dumbledore are the reason the Minister had to take action in the first place, against the lies and slander that are being spread about the notion of the You-Know-Who returning." Umbridge says simply. Harry notices that she has also moved her hand closer to her wand lying on her desk, but if this comes to a dual, Sirius will have plenty of back up. And a werewolf.

"I'm not with Dumbledore—" there is stunned silence being expressed on the faces of both Gryffindors and Slytherins alike "—and I'm not with the Dark Lord. I'm with Harry, and if you'd have any sense, you would be too. Don't tell me Voldemort, yeah, yeah get over yourselves, isn't back when my entirely family is composed of Death Eaters!" With this statement he tosses his head in the general direction of where Malfoy is sitting and Harry feels a pang of satisfaction when Malfoy flushes Gryffindor red.

"I do not care what you think, Lord Black. You-Know-Who is not back. The Ministry has repeatedly said that he is not back and if you fail to comply with this—"

"What are you going to do? Throw me in detention!?" Sirius roars.

Umbridge has her wand in her hand in an instant, pointing it at Sirius with a look on her face that clearly says she has the intention of doing some damage to the man before her. Harry is about to jump up just to take a go at her but is beaten to it by Remus.

Remus, who growls so low and menacing in his throat even Harry (who has been imprinted on by Remus for almost three years) feels the need to go run and hide. The eyes of the entire room are on him now, stalking like a predator up to their prey, to the front of the room. "I would put that down if I were you, High Inquisitor."

"You have no power here, half breed. You've been removed from your post as an ineffective professor." Umbridge spits before she's choking on the ground at Sirius' feet. He looks absolutely nasty in the light of the room, a twisted scowl on his face.

"You may insult me all you like, Professor, but if you so much as look at Remus the wrong way, that will be the last thing you ever do, and they will send me back to Azkaban for an actual charge of murder." Sirius crouches down next to her, looking her in the eye as she struggles to breathe.

"Sirius." Remus says in a quiet voice, "That is enough."

Umbridge is gasping for breath moments later as Sirius straightens up. "Now, Madame, I am entirely certain that it's time to go to Headmaster Dumbledore and hand in your resignation."

"You-you can't do that."

"I sure as hell can. I have plenty of evidence that suggests you're abusing your post as High Inquisitor. Moony and I did a bit of research until we came across a passage that said that if three or more professors at any given time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry vote to replace a teacher, they can, if approved by the Headmaster. I, for one, don't think you've made too many friends here, have you?" Sirius is smirking now, as Umbridge has a horrible look of realization on her face. The Lord of the House of Black gestures to the door, still flung open from when they had entered.

"Shall we?"

Umbridge scowls, but tightens the grip on her wand just the same. Sirius goes to follow, briefly stopped by Remus who whispers something in his ear before letting him go out the door with a two-finger salute.

There's complete silence in the classroom for half a heartbeat before Blaise Zambini asks, "Did you two really just get rid of Umbitch?"

"Well, it was mostly Sirius." Remus says reasonably. He's leaning against Umbridge's desk, bracing his hands against the edge. No one says anything about his werewolf status, which is good because Harry might clock them for it at this point. Hermione, however, raises her hand to add something.

"Ah, yes, Miss Granger?"

"Professor Lupin, won't you two get in trouble for that…display? Sirius…well he just can't do that, can he?"

"Hermione, I am not your professor anymore, Lupin is just fine. Secondly, we've decided to use the corruption of the Ministry to our advantage. Everyone on the Wizengamot is horribly embarrassed about Sirius' sentence, and I'm sure you've all read in the Prophet about his full pardon. They won't touch him again, at least not to the point of throwing anyone in jail. That's the nice thing about coming from a Pureblood family in our society; the government won't touch you for the most part, which can be good and bad. Depending." He smiles, his canines showing. He's looking at the Slytherin side of the room but says nothing more. After another beat, he claps his hands together.

"Now, where were we? Defensive spells? Put your books away, class, and take out your wands!"

Harry is sure the cheers that erupt in the classroom can be heard from the Kitchens.

Sirius and Remus join the Gryffindors for dinner that night, Umbridge being mysteriously absent from the Teachers' Table. McGonagall is looking more pleased than ever, and even Snape doesn't look quite as dower as usual.

Harry is sandwiched between Sirius and Remus, who are talking with Harry's schoolmates like they've all known each other their entire lives. Sirius has got his arm around Harry's shoulders and sips a glass of wine he got from somewhere. He's laughing along to the story the twins are telling about their latest prank while Remus is deep in conversation with Hermione. Harry is sure he hasn't been this happy the entire year.

Before desert, Dumbledore gets up to the podium for several announcements.

"Good evening, everyone. You might now have noticed that we are one professor short tonight; the reason being that Professor Umbridge has been removed from her post due to the concerns of several parents that she was unfit for her position." Almost as soon as Dumbledore finishes, cheers erupt from the students, some even getting to their feet and cheering. The Headmaster waits a full five minutes before calming down everyone in the Great Hall.

"Yes, yes, we're all very sorry to see her go." There's a twinkle in his eye, "But until a Ministry approved teacher can be found for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin, the professor of the '93-'94 school year has agreed to take up the post once more."

Again, there is an uproarious chorus of cheers and whoops and hollers from the student body. Even McGonagall and Sprout and Sinistra are clapping and Hagrid's banging his goblet on the table in joy. Even the Slytherins look somewhat appeased.

"Schedules will carry on as normal for the rest of the year. Professor Lupin starts the day after tomorrow, so until then, all students with DADA have free periods during the time they would normally have class. With that, I leave you all with desert!"

The treacle appears and really there's nothing more to say after that.

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