Disclaimer: I do not own anything you may recognise. The lyrics are from 'Escape' by 30 Seconds to Mars.

"Time to escape the clutches of a name. No, this is not a game. It's just the beginning."

The term continued as usual. Classes were becoming tougher and tougher, teachers and students more stressed out than ever, but Dianna took it in her stride. Between homework and class, life was busy, but she had some things to look forward to. Summer was approaching which meant two months back home in Metropolis. And the Dumbledore's Army meetings were great too. Her defensive magic was really improving and soon Harry had them all practicing the Patronus charm. It took a few meetings until Dianna managed to produce a corporeal Patronus. From her wand, a beautiful silver gazelle erupted, running elegantly around the room. It was astounding to watch. She squealed in happiness, watching it shine.

The rest of the DA members were happily watching their own animals run around the room, Ron's terrier chasing Hermione's otter. The people nearest the door though had fallen silent. Dianna watched as through the sea of legs, a tiny creature appeared, tugging on Harry's robes. It was an elf, like the one that had delivered Dianna's food in the hospital wing. The only difference was that this elf was covered head to toe in clothing, nearly eight woolly hats piled onto his head.

"Hi, Dobby!" Harry said. "What are you - what's wrong?"

Dianna watched the elf's face. His already large eyes were twice the size, fear filling them as he shook. The last of the Patronuses flying around had faded and the room instantly darkened without them.

Dobby's voice was sweet and squeaky, but Dianna imagined that it had risen in pitch than his usual tone. "Harry Potter, sir … Harry Potter, sir … Dobby has come to warn you … but the house-elves have been warned not to tell …"

Everyone was listening intently and some of the girls, Dianna included, when Dobby made a run for the stone wall, attempting to slam his head. Harry, not fazed by this at all, made a grab for the little being, holding his arms tightly to prevent further self-attack.

Dobby finally was able to stammer out his next sentence, "Harry Potter … she … she …"

Dianna noticed Harry's face grow dark

"Umbridge?" he whispered, and Dobby nodded. "Is she coming?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, yes!"

Harry let go of the elf and stood up, staring at the various faces around him. And then, he bellowed as loud as he could, "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? RUN!"

It was chaos. Everyone made for the door, causing a pile up. Harry was the last one to follow, holding the thrashing Dobby in his arms. Dianna continued to run along the corridor. It occurred to her that the safest thing to do would be to turn off at the Owlery or the Library - it was only ten to nine, still time before curfew. She stopped into the open room, breathing heavily, her cheeks warm. Two other students, the year younger than her, had had the same idea. Dianna decided to stand at the window, stroking one owl next to her. The younger students left quickly, obviously anxious to get back to their common room, but she thought it would be safer to wait a bit. Again, the door swung open, and a Slytherin student stormed through, clearly searching everywhere on Umbridge's orders. Thankfully, by this time, Dianna's breathing had returned to normal.

"You! What are you doing here, huh?" It was Pansy Parkinson, a fifth year Slytherin.

Dianna turned around, smiling brightly. She had to play this cool.

"Hi, Pansy! I've just sent a letter to my brother. How are you?"

Pansy's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I seriously doubt that, Queen."

Dianna nodded eagerly. "Really, Pansy. I was just replying to my brother, he had news about my friend who's been ill. But don't worry, I'm heading back to my common room now, before the curfew." Dianna smiled and Pansy stared at her all the way out of the Owlery and up the corridor. There was no doubt in Dianna's mind that her name would be passed onto Umbridge later on.

Dianna waited with Hermione and Ron in the common room for Harry to return later that night. He had been caught by Malfoy and delivered straight to Umbridge. The atmosphere was tense.

The portrait hole swung open soon enough though, and Harry stepped through, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure written on his face. The three sitting already just looked at him expectantly.

"Dumbledore's left," he said. His voice sounded slightly empty, gutted by Dumbledore's leaving. Dianna and Hermione gasped. Ron gaped.

"Fudge was waiting with aurors to arrest him anyway but he got away before they caught him. He took the entire blame for Dumbledore's Army, telling Umbridge it was him who set it up, not us. And it was Marietta Edgecombe, Cho Chang's friend, who told. Your jinx worked, Hermione, it was brilliant! Probably won't see her around for a while, she couldn't even speak."

Ron was still gaping but Hermione blushed under the praise. "So Dumbledore's escaped?" she asked, and Harry nodded, looking a bit bitter.

"He still wouldn't look at me though," he said quietly, a gutting tone evident in his voice.

Dianna's eyebrows crinkled. Why wouldn't Dumbledore look at him?

They all said their goodnights and headed to bed.

Author's note: just want to say thanks again for all the support! I'm sorry I've been so slow to update but I'm moving to uni tomorrow so unfortunately updates may only get slower. There are not many chapters left for this now and I have kind of started a sequel too!