When Harry awoke again in the infirmary, he recieved a very firm talking-to by Madam Pomfrey about how unhealthy working himself to exhaustion was and how if he was experiencing fatigue in his classes like this, he needs to recieve tutoring to strengthen his magical core and blah blah blah. Harry tuned her out at this point.

She really is right, Harry, Voldemort said to him, I understand that this is my fault for making you so magically inbalanced but you really do need to get a hold of your power.

And how do you propose that I do that!?

Well, for one, there's a whole lot of dark magic that uses immense power, and not all of them are for use of murder and the like. Many of the blood wards draw on more magical power than any regular ward, like the one that used to be over your relative's house.

That ward in combination with my soul shard that had been leeching off of your magic, Voldemort continued, was probably the cause of your original power boost that would have evened itself out by your seventh year. I don't think you can 'even out' this power boost that I supplied to you.

Gee, thanks for making me feel better. Harry said.

I wasn't finished. Now, you'd have to be under your ward at all times in order for them to draw such magic from you, which means that you'd have to anchor it into a sort of amulet, unless you want to be engraving runes into your skin.

No thanks.

That's what I thought.

Harry took the little lull in their conversation to leave the infirmary and go back to his - their? - common room.

Halloween is coming up soon, Voldemort continued, So I have until then to teach you to apparate. Then we'll head back to the manor and I'll teach you how to get to my hoarde of priceless artifacts. We'll choose one of those to ward, for some of them have natural magic-drawing properties.

Harry rolled his eyes.

XxXxX

"So then I grappled the Wagga-Wagga Werewolf - no, Harry, flip over - just like so! And then I managed to get my wand back into my reach and I casted the -"

"Stupefy." Harry said. The fraud slumped to the floor. "Alright, guys." He stood up and straighted out his robes. "Now, we've been taught by him for a whole month and a half. How many of you can honestly say that you learnt something?" Two or three people raised their hands. Harry nodded.

"Now, I can honestly say that at his first test, I thought that my original assumption of him was wrong. His test was teaching us to pay attention to the minor details that we just gloss over because they could be important.

"And then I discovered that I was wrong. That wasn't his intent at all. His intent was only to boost his own ego.

"And I say that I've had enough of this! Why would he only pick on me to be his victim? This class has turned into an acting class. And I say No more!" Ron, sensing where this was going, let out a whoop.

"I say No more fraud teachers!"

"Yeah!"

"No more incompetent idiots!"

"Alright!"

"This is going to keep going year after year! I say that we let the kids teach!"

By this point, other students were joining in.

"For every year that we have a bad teacher, we'll spread this further! For every year that we have a bad teacher, we'll expand our knowledge of things that they don't want us to learn! Every year that this goes on, our rebellion will grow and they'll learn that we will not stand for it!"

Most of the class let out a shout of agreement here. Harry smiled.

"Now then, how should this work? What should we be called?"

Hermione stood up here and went to the front of the room. "I say that we do this in a sort of democracy." At people's confusion, she smiled and elaborated. "Everyone will have something ready to teach for the class and we'll vote on who gets to teach for the day. How about that?"

"Or," Harry said, "Everyone can contribute what they want to learn to a hat and everyone will pick their subject. Then we do a sort of rotation in which everyone gets a turn to teach. At the end of class, people vote whether they liked learning or not, and if the majority says no, then that person is done teaching."

"YEAH!"

"So let's do that now!"

Neville, in the back of class, raised his hand.

"Yes, Neville?" He said, smiling kindly at the shy boy.

"W-what if we don't l-like what we've been picked t-to teach?"

Harry and Hermione frowned at each other. After a minute, Hermione responded. "Well, if enough people don't like it, they can opt in for a subject repick, or they can trade their subjects with another at any time, I suppose. This is going to require you all to do a lot of research and it wouldn't do well to have to research on things that you don't want to."

"Any more questions?"

"What if Lockhart wakes back up?" Asked Lavender Brown.

Harry glanced at their downed professor, who they had ignored. "Based on the power I put into my stupefy -" That is to say, he hasn't gotten better at controlling his power level yet, "- I would say that he'll be out for two or three hours at the least."

"Oh, I have a question now!" said Blaise Zabini. "What should we call this?"

Draco stood here. "I say we call this the Students Against Teachers. The SATs."

Another round of agreement spread through the room.

XxXxX

Dark Arts.

Of course someone would want to learn about the Dark Arts. The question here is why Harry had to be the one to get picked to teach it.

It almost seemed like karmetic justice.

At least on the bright side, Voldemort said, Demonstrating some of the spells would drain your core enough to make it at least a little more stable during your other classes.

Harry rolled his eyes.

He and Hermione had also told the other students to tell their remaining teachers of the day that they had, quote-unquote, "more important things to be doing this day".

That is to say that they explained to the other years and classes their idea, and they elected their year-leaders of the SATs. They also agreed that at least a monthly meeting would need to be conducted in order to make sure that each year had some end-of-year tests that match up with what they'd learned each year.

Harry also made sure that both leaders of each year group was proficient with the Stupefy charm. They knew that Lockhart was too proud of his ego to admit to Dumbledore that his students were stunning him. It's not like he found out what was being done in those classes as it was, anyways.

At least, that's how it was until Tom returned to classes.