Note: I've made a change to the wedding chapter, and Added the Lyrics to the song "What Is A Youth?" from the 1968 film adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. The best version in my opinion. I thought it was appropriate for the subject matter of the chapter. To get into the proper mood, I suggest finding the song on you tube and watching it, and re-read the chapter. If I had decided to make Daphne a brunette, I'd have pictured her as Olivia Hussey's Juliet. Now on with the show!

Chapter Twenty Seven.

The First Class, Detentions, And Revenge

In the 'Dog House', Sirius and Samuel were currently piss drunk three days after they saw the kids off to school. They began the evening discussing the situation at the Ministry, and at Hogwarts. Things did not bode well for those fighting against Voldemort, and Fudge was still trying to have them blocked at every turn.

Unfortunately, for the Minister, the number of votes held by the houses of Black, Potter (which Sirius was sitting in as Proxy), Greengrass, Longbottom, and Bones had enough influence and votes to keep them from loosing their seats. They were also hereditary chairs, and by their own pure-blood laws, cannot be taken away easily, if at all.

"I s-sent *hic* my daughter a letter the day they *hic* left." Samuel said drunkenly. "I told her about the new defence proffssrrrr *belch*. The woman is one of the most vile *hic* blood superemisssss.. I've ever had the disssplesure o-o-of *hic*meeting.."

Sirius let out a low growl kind of sound. The thought of blood supremacy made him think of his stupid mother. He hoped Harry could keep his head down, because there was little, if anything they could do to help him with all of the powers the Minister was granting the toad faced bitch.

" I juss hope Harry can keep hish head down," Said Sirius equally inebriated. "But hopefully Daphffnee, *hic* can help keep his temper in check."

"I still c-cant believe my little *hic* baby is a married woman." Samuel said with a bit of sadness. "But it was frrr the bess. I'd have r-rather killed mys-self than hand her over to Malfoy." he spat the last word before he finally passed out at the kitchen table. Sirius was not long behind him, but he ended up on the floor.

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The four friends were sitting with the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years in their first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Currently they were all mostly chatting amicably, waiting for their new professor.

Harry stared at their books in wonder. 'Defence Against The Dark Arts: A Return to Basic Principles' . He looked at Daphne seated next to him questioningly to which she only shrugged. He flipped through it's pages, and found that his mind was already starting to go numb. 'This is going to be as bad as Binns' class' he thought.

The class didn't have to wait much longer. Professor Umbridge walked into the room with a disgustingly fake smile. The classed remained quiet as she walked up toward her desk, as the Professor was still a largely unknown to them. The woman paid the class no heed as she sat at her desk and said. "Books out, and wands away." The class groaned in unison, as the command 'wands away' was never a sign of an interesting class.

"Tut, tut, that won't do." Professor Umbridge say. Harry and Neville looked at each other in mild revulsion. The woman then spent the next ten minutes rambling on about how their instruction over the previous years had been found deficient, and how it would be corrected now that they would be learning via a Ministry approved syllabus.

"Ah, yes now I want everyone to read the prefix and chapter one for today," Umbridge said finishing her introductory speech. The class sullenly opened their books and began reading.

Hermione had raised her hand and Harry noticed that Umbridge was determinedly not looking at her. The rest of the class soon joined them in watching Hermione's silent struggle to get Umbridge to call upon her. It was a full ten minutes before the Professor finally acknowledged her.

"Do you have a question about the chapter, Miss?"

"Granger, ma'am. Hermione Granger and no I don't. I have a…" Hermione answered, but was interrupted.

"We are reading the chapter now, Miss Granger," Umbridge curtly said.

"But I have a question about your course aims," pleaded Hermione.

Umbridge's face changed to suspicion and slight annoyance as she answered, "You do? They seem quite simple to me."

"Yes, ma'am. It's just that they don't say that we will actually be practicing any defensive magic," Hermione's answer seem to irritate Umbridge and stun the rest of the class who were now examining the course aims with suspicion.

"You will have no reason to use defence spells in my class. You are not going to be attacked in this classroom," said Umbridge.

"You're kidding," blurted Neville.

Umbridge turned her head to look at Neville who stared defiantly back, "You must raise your hand in my class if you are going to speak, Mr.?"

"Longbottom," Neville said has he stabbed his hand into the air. "We aren't worried about being attacked in class. We're worried about being sent out into the real world without the means to protect ourselves."

"No on one is going to attack you." Umbridge said, beginning more and more agitated. "You have been told, that a certain dark wizard is at large, once again. This is a lie. There are no Dark Wizards, and all of you-know-who's followers are safely locked up in Azkaban."

She/It turned away from him only to be confronted with half the class' hands up. Much to her visible annoyance. "Yes, miss?"

"Pavarti Patil, aren't we going to practice any magic. There's a practical portion on our O.W.L.s after all."

"So long as you learn and study the theory you will do fine on your exams," Umbridge said testily.

"You mean the first time we use a spell will be at an exam?" asked a shocked Dean Thomas.

"Hand! It should not be a problem as long as you know the theory," Umbridge repeated to the shocked class. "I understand that some of your past professors have led you to think that using defensive magic is necessary, but this is not the case. I hear your past professor actually used them on you…"

She paused and shook her head in false sorrow before she continued.

"Yes, and then there was that dark creature…" she was interrupted.

"Professor Lupin is not a dark creature," Harry's voice held a note a steel in it as he unconsciously pulled his wand out.

"Hmph," Umbridge replied in a superior tone, "Half-breeds have no place teaching."

Daphne's eyes narrowed in dislike for the toad in a pink cardigan, "Professor Lupin was the best professor we've had." Harry could feel Daphne's irritation as she locked eyes with Umbridge.

"Yes, well the only professor you've had that has followed the proscribed Ministry guidelines was Professor Quirrell." The class could not believe what they had just heard.

"Are you barking mad?" he said without thinking, voicing the thoughts of the rest of the befuddled class.

"Hand," Umbridge's eyes narrowed as she looked at him, "Mr. Potter."

Harry had had enough and continued, although he did raise his hand, "Yeah, Quirrell was brilliant except for the drawback of having Lord Voldemort sticking out the back of his stupid stuttering head."

Silence reigned and he felt of jolt of satisfaction as Umbitch.. erm.. Umbridge flinched at the name, but she soon recovered, "Detention tonight, Mr. Potter, for spreading nasty lies. Professor Quirrell had an unfortunate mishap that led to his death. You-know-who is not alive nor has ever been to this school."

Both Harry and Daphne snorted, but Daphne's was louder. "Yes, Miss Greengrass, do you have something to add?"

"It's Mrs. Potter to you Professor," Daphne practically growled. "and they're not lies. Voldemort was once a student at his school. He went by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle fifty years ago. A half-blood himself who couldn't handle the fact that his father was a muggle. He is nothing more than a cry-baby who never got a hug as a child."

Umbridge flinched again at the name, as murmurs broke out through the class, but nastily smiled at Daphne, "Detention for a week for spreading lies, and do not say you-know-who's name." Harry stifled a scream which caused him to sound like an angry dog.

Daphne changed her entire demeanour into the 'Ice Queen' before continuing.

"Why?" The temperature seemed to drop several degrees at that moment.

Only Harry, Hermione and Neville knew that there was trouble when Daphne took that particular tone. Neville was currently pushing his and Hermione's desk backwards with his outstretched legs trying to move as far away from Daphne and Umbridge as possible, as Harry leaned away from her slightly.

"Why what?" said a flustered Umbridge.

"Why can't we say the name, professor?" said Daphne.

"That is enough! How dare you say such things you little trollop…"

"Watch your mouth," said a calm, commanding voice. Even Harry did not recognize it as his own voice as Umbridge took a step backwards.

"You will not speak to her in such a fashion." The other students were now unconsciously leaning away from Harry as he had unknowingly stood up to face the stupid toad.

Umbridge took another step backwards before she realized what she was doing, "Ah, yes…hum…" things clearly had not gone how she had planned. "Let me reiterate," her voice took on the quality of a long rehearsed speech like during the Welcoming Feast, "the Ministry of Magic assures you that You-Know-Who has not returned…"

"And I supposed Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord then?" Harry said, causing the class to gasp.

Umbridge gave him another nasty smile and then bent over her desk writing something before handing him a sealed scroll. "Take this to Professor McGonagall. Leave. Now."

Harry glared at her one last time and then left. Daphne did not say anything, as her eyes remained ice cold. Her temper had already past angry and had settled on revenge. For the rest of the class her eyes followed Umbridge as she decided the best ways to make the toad's life a living hell.

Meanwhile, Harry stomped his way down the hallways toward Professor McGonagall's classroom. He thought of several ways to get his revenge on Umbitch, and an evil smile had made it's way onto his face as he reached McGonagall's classroom door and knocked.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing out of class?" said a stern voice Harry immediately recognized. He looked at her and held out the scroll. McGonagall's frown deepened as she read it. With a sigh, she led him to her office. It was not until the next class was about to begin was he allowed to leave. Harry did not notice Professor Dumbledore standing in the hallway's darkened corner as he left.

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"Oh, hello Albus. I wasn't expecting you," McGonagall said as she pored herself a cup of tea.

"Today has been most entertaining morning. But, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Dolores will begin inspecting," he spat, "professors within a week or two. I don't know how long it will be until she forces me out."

"Oh, Albus. Surely, she can't force you to give up being headmaster," pleaded McGonagall.

"Forced out of Hogwarts yes, but not as headmaster," explained Dumbledore, "But we do have some time. Fudge has granted her widespread powers. I expect them to be announced within the next couple of weeks. But let us move on to a lighter topic. Did you have a nice talk with young Harry?"

McGonagall sighed, "He needs to be more careful around that hag. He received two weeks worth of detention in one day!"

Dumbledore chuckled, "Yes, he does, but youth and impetuousness often go together. However, you should have seen him in class!" Not even Dumbledore could keep the wonder and amazement out of his voice.

"What do you mean?" asked an interested McGonagall, "and what were you doing in that class?"

With a small mischievous smile on his face, Dumbledore said, "You did not think I was going to miss Dolores' first class did you? But back to Harry, when she insulted Mrs. Potter his aura flared. I've never seen anything like it before, not even when I was training him…He is becoming much more powerful," Dumbledore ended simply.

"And Mrs. Potter?" the Scotswoman asked in genuine curiosity. As an educator she'd never admit it, but the pair were her favourite students.

"Is not to be underestimated. She is very powerful in her own right. I believe she may already easily out class you in terms of raw power, Minerva." McGonagall's eyebrows rose, but she did not comment.

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Harry was in a foul mood the next day as he made his way to Umbridge's office for his first detention. He'd just gotten into a shouting match with the new Quidditch Captain, Angelina Johnson about the two weeks of detention. It wasn't as if he wanted to be in detention. In the end he'd told her where to get off and that he'd be there when he can.

As Harry entered Umbridge's office, he shivered with disgust. Pink, lace and kittens were everywhere.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter," the voice made Harry jump and he looked around for it. Professor Umbridge was waiting for him with a quill and piece of parchment sitting on her desk. She gestured to it and then to the uncomfortable looking chair besides her desk. Harry took the hint and sat down. "You will be doing lines," she said silkily and Harry shrugged; lines were not so bad.

"You will write, 'I will not tell lies,'" she smiled at him.

"How many lines Professor?" Harry asked.

She smiled at him, an odd glint in her eyes. 'Until it makes…. an impression."

Harry nodded and barely stopped himself from retorting. As he took the quill he realized he was missing ink.

"Professor, I don't have any ink." Harry said as he turned to look at her in confusion.

"It won't be necessary."

Harry looked at her smile with worry and then returned to the blank piece of parchment. The moment he touched the quill to parchment he knew something was wrong. He started to write the first word and gasped. The quill was carving the line into the back of his hand and on the parchment was red ink….it only took him a moment to realize that it was not ink, but blood. HIS BLOOD!

He dropped the quill and looked at Professor Umbridge in disbelief. She was using an illegal means of torture on a student. Blood-quills were outlawed for everything but signing magical contracts.

She stood in front of him, and looked down with fake concern. Harry could tell she was actually enjoying the fact that she was causing him pain. 'She's a sadist.' he thought. Besides that, if he saw this detention through just to prove a point, Daphne would have his head when he got back to their suite.

"Yes?" she asked. 'Why aren't you writing?"

"Because I don't have to." Harry said defiantly.

Umbridge's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before she said. "Oh but you do you arrogant boy. Now finish your lines."

Harry rose to his feet, standing all of his now six feet in height, towering over the stupid cunt who was a mere four-eleven.

"No. You cannot use a blood quill as punishment." He said. "They're illegal except for signing magical contracts, and even then, in the most extreme cases. If you insist on using it, then I want to see Dumbledore, or if you wish, I can challenge you to an honour duel for the attempted torture of the head of an ancient and noble house. Your call professor."

Umbridge's face purpled in fury, and she looked like she was moments from having an epileptic episode., "Well, I never!"

'Maybe that's your problem.' Harry thought suppressing a shudder. 'Then again, who'd want to?'

"Leave my sight!" she spat. 'You will serve detention with Mr. Filch for the next two weeks!"

Harry held back a smile until the door to her office closed behind him.

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Daphne paced in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common. "That woman is going to pay." she fumed. Most Gryffindors had found that their famous courage had fled them in the face of one very angry Slytherin girl.

Daphne was being watched by Harry, Hermione, Neville, Astoria and Ginny as she vented her anger. Harry was rubbing Essence of Murtlap into his wounds. They were light compared to what they would have been had he stayed.

The girls had been horrified when Harry returned to the tower and informed them of what the toad had tried to do. Neville' jaw was set in determination as he stared into the fire.

"I'm going to turn her into a real toad and then feed her to Hedwig." Daphne said fiercely.

"Hear hear!" Astoria agreed.

Fred and George, who were currently counting their take for the day after selling 'Skiving Snack Boxes', much to Hermione's annoyance, perked up when they over heard Daphne promising pain for the vile woman. They sauntered over and each put an arm around Daphne's shoulders, effectively stopping her pacing. She looked up at them with a scowl.

"We heard that our favourite half Gryffindor-Slytherin…" began Fred.

"is planning some mayhem on our favourite toad." said George.

"Perhaps we can be of service."

"A potion?"

"A powder?"

'What ever you need." they finished together.

Daphne, tired of turning her head back and forth to look at them, broke free of their grasp. Harry was chuckling to himself at their antics which earned a small glare from his wife.

"You two can really come up with a powder to transfigure her into a toad?" Daphne asked with suspicion. She could have done it herself, but it would be much easier to delegate tasks to others as she came up with more ideas for revenge.

"Absolutely!" said Fred.

'Just give us a fortnight.." said George.

"And we'll have everything you need.."

"Okay." Daphne said. "I'm going to need something like the prank Harry and I played on you two back in second year. A powder that will turn her into a toad on contact as a catalyst. We'll need to get her to ingest a potion of sorts as the primer."

"No problem oh Slytherin Queen of Gryffindor!" they both said eagerly as they dashed up to their dorm room.

The friends laughed at their enthusiasm.

"How about placing a charm on her that causes the quills to cut into her hand every time she uses one?" Hermione said. Everyone turned to her in utter shock.

"What?" she said in a haughty voice. "That woman is vile and needs a taste of her own medicine. She wants to be a sick child torturing sadist, so we shall respond in kind."

Neville did something that surprised them all. He hugged Hermione and placed a firm kiss on her lips. The rest of the group were shocked for a moment before smiling widely.

Neville began to stammer when he pulled back and realized what he'd done. He looked horrified and mumbled an apology and made a break for it. He'd only gotten a few steps away when he was stopped by Hermione's hand on his arm.

She whispered in his ear, and he blushed, but nodded. Hermione turned back to the group and said, "I'm sorry to cut this short, but if you'll excuse us, Neville and I have a great many things to talk about."

With that, she lead him to the far side of the common room, into one of the windowed alcoves. Astoria and Ginny began giggling madly, as Daphne sat on Harry's lap and wrapped her arms around him. She leaned in close so that only he could hear her.

She whispered. "Come husband. Let's go to bed. I need to work off some of this aggression."

Harry looked startled for a moment before he smiled at her. He didn't let her stand up, as he simply stood up with her in his arms, and carried her up the stairs to their quarters. The two younger Gryffindors cat calling and howling with laughter at Harry's retreating back.

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Note: Once again I was flamed by someone who claimed my Dragon scene was nothing but cruel, and accused me of staying to close to canon. Okay, what those of you who are of this opinion need to get through your thick heads is, when things are the same, it's because when the deck is stacked against you so heavily no matter what you do, things will happen a certain way. Secondly, I used certain scenes to build my characters up, and then branched out.

I also wanted something that was much more realistic than most fics I have read. Some of you seem to think that Harry making ONE thing different, would affect everything. It would not. Or the simple reason that Voldemort has planned this for over a decade. Do you think Harry doing one thing different, is going to change things THAT much? No! Of course not.

Many of you may not believe it, but most things are fated to happen. I was TRYING to create something with much more realism in the outcome of events than most other works out there. Not another one of these "oh Harry goes to the bank, finds out he has infinity galleons, heir to a dozen legendary witches and wizards, and suddenly becomes all powerful and confident because he found his "soul mate" when he was just your average scare teenager days before."

That's not something that would actually happen. It's fun to read the first couple of times, but then it gets old after the next ten or twenty. The certain person who flamed me, left three comment on three different chapters, before finally saying they were done with my fic. I was a bit insulted because they seem like the kind of anal douche who just goes around bitching at others when they themselves have no talent with the written word.

If you don't like my writing, please send me a PM, don't be an asshole and put it in the reviews.

That said, I'd like to thank all my other, much more intelligent, readers who seemed to be able to appreciate that I am trying to accomplish with the subtlety in this fic. I thank you all once again with your support.

To those of you who enjoy my little hobby, "Live Long and Prosper."