The Hogwarts Voice was all anyone could talk about for the entire day outside of classes.
Before Umbridge could stop anyone or anything from happening, students had already sent out copies of the newsletter to friends and relatives outside of Hogwarts.
The Owlery had been entirely cleared of school owls in the rush and those who owned owls used their own, also lending them out to some friends who didn't own an owl and were unlucky enough to have not been quick enough to get one of the school owls.
Then there were those students who owned unorthodox methods of communication.
Like Harry did, with the mirror Sirius had given him.
Which he rushed up to his dorm to use during the break.
When he'd finished telling Sirius all about what he had done, the older wizard had looked extremely impressed and made sure to let Harry know just how impressed he was.
"That... everything you're doing is brilliant. A stroke of bloody genius," Sirius chortled.
"I know then that you'll be pleased to hear that a copy of The Hogwarts Voice is on its way to you, courtesy of Hedwig. I figured that you'd want to see what the fuss was for yourself that is, if another Order member doesn't get their own copy and shows it to you..." Harry informed his godfather, looking rather smug. "I also put some extra charms on her so that if Umbridge tries to intercept her again," Harry scowled briefly. "she'll be in for quite a bit of a nasty shock."
"What kind of a nasty shock?" Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow.
Harry's answer had Sirius looking terrified.
"That's... that's just evil." Sirius shuddered.
"No less than the bitch deserves. After what she did to Hedwig the last time, I had to be prepared. Especially with its current cargo." Harry shrugged.
"I guess..." Sirius still looked disturbed but let it slide, at least for the moment. "What do you have planned for the next issue?"
"The others and I are thinking about planting the seeds of doubts about Umbridge next time; digging up her background, her time at Hogwarts, her qualifications, how she got to be where she is right now and so on. Then we'll go in for the kill." Harry's smile greatly resembled a shark at that point.
"Are you sure you're not in Slytherin?" Sirius whistled. "Because all of this is awfully Slytherin of you."
"Well, the Sorting Hat did want to put me there, after all." Harry shrugged. "One of the primary reasons that I decided to stay away from it in the end was that I had met Draco prior and he was already there."
Sirius looked as if he didn't know what part of Harry's statement to comment on.
"Well, don't let me keep you. Go on and do what you have to!"
"The break's almost over, anyway. I'll need to leave up here now. Talk to you later, Sirius."
With that, Harry ended their mirror call.
Cancelling all the protective and anti-eavesdropping charms on the bed as he got out of it, he reached for his school bag and darted down the stairs for his next class.
Umbridge barely did anything for their class that day, simply entering the class, looking at them all disdainfully before going to her desk and sitting down to write something at a pace that suggested Voldemort himself threatened her to do it as quickly as possible.
Even when the students spoke quietly amongst themselves, most of them barely keeping up the pretence of attempting to read the odious textbook, she didn't seem to have the time to spare them a withering glare, subtract House points or threaten detentions.
When the 'class' ended, all the students got up, immediately dismissing themselves.
Umbridge didn't even voice her objections to this like she would have normally.
"Her head's really up in the clouds today, isn't it?" Hermione looked rather pleased with herself.
"Who's complaining?" Ron snorted. "The less time we have to spend in a room with her and listen to her annoying voice, the better!"
"True," Hermione nodded in agreement. "I can think of several better uses of my time."
Harry, even as he walked with his friends, had his mind somewhere else.
"What would be the most effective way to arrange this next article?" He wondered. "I know what I plan to have in my part of the next issue, but how do I word it for maximum effect? I want some bold language in there. Nothing whatsoever that leaves room for doubt!"
When they reached the Great Hall for dinner later that evening, Harry noticed that there was more inter-House mingling than there usually was.
Parvati sat with her sister Padma, but the two of them were neither at the Gryffindor table or the Ravenclaw table, but were talking to Hannah and a few other Hufflepuff girls at their table.
He spotted some green in the sea of blue at the Ravenclaw table and a few other varying House colours at his own Gryffindor table.
"Bloody hell. Looks like this Hogwarts Voice thing really stirred up a lot of people," Lee stopped to talk to Harry for a bit before going to sit with Fred and George.
Harry nodded, having noticed all the different Houses mingling. "Seems to have done more for inter-House mingling than all of the Sorting Hat's songs about how we should all be unified and live together in peace and harmony..." he spoke the last part mockingly.
Lee chortled. "That's never going to happen. Anyway, see you around. My dinner awaits!"
Lee walked off and Harry shook his head, a small, mischievous smile on his face.
Look at all this chaos he was wreaking with just a few written words.
There was some merit to the saying: 'The pen is mightier than the sword', after all.
Or perhaps, a saying more applicable to the Wizarding world: 'The quill is mightier than the wand'.
At that moment, Harry truly had no idea how true his words were.
All over Britain, family members and friends (among others) of those students currently at Hogwarts, were receiving and reading copies of The Hogwarts Voice.
Mr and Mrs Weasley had gotten a copy via Ron's owl and were reading it at the kitchen table, Arthur with a worried look and Molly with a scowl.
Mr Lovegood relaxed in a rather unorthodox looking armchair as he read what his daughter had sent him, smiling as he did.
Other people however, were not as happy about what they were reading.
Lucius Malfoy had received a copy, accompanied by a rather rant-filled letter from his son and as he put the letter aside and turned to the newsletter, his scowl deepening as he read the letter.
How dare some upstart students do something like this!
Then, another thought occurred to him that terrified him.
If by some far off chance, this actually managed to destabilise the Ministry now, the Dark Lord would not be happy, he being quite pleased with its ineptitude now.
He Summoned his travelling cloak and headed off to the Ministry to see if they were aware of this 'Hogwarts Voice' yet.
This would hopefully give someone else the chance to be the one to tell the Dark Lord about this latest development.
Madam Longbottom was with Madam Bones at the Longbottom Estate catching up on things when owls from both Neville and Susan arrived.
"I'm telling you, Augusta! It's impossible to get any truly effective work done at the Ministry with Fudge being the way he is right now. How he ever became Minister, I will never figure it out!" Madam Bones ranted. "At least for now, Dolores is out of my way- though unfortunately Susan has to put up with her now and judging by the letters I've gotten from her since the school year started, my niece is not pleased with the state of affairs at Hogwarts."
She glanced up at that moment to see a tawny owl gliding through the window and perching itself on the armrest of the armchair that she currently occupied.
"That's Susan's owl, Abby. I wonder what Susan has to tell me this time…" Madam Bones raised an eyebrow at the creature as she retrieved its cargo.
Madam Longbottom didn't speak either, as she retrieved the letter from the owl that flew to her.
Both of them sipped their drinks in silence as they read, their expressions growing more and more displeased as they did.
"Well then," Madam Longbottom's voice was deceptively cool as she spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. "Do you think that these are the rants of rebellious teenagers or do these claims truly have some merit to them?"
"Judging by what I know about Cornelius' plans for that school and Dolores' lovely personality," Madam Bones scowled. "there might actually be some merit to this. However, if they have some truly radical claims like they say, I cannot act unless I have proof of the allegations they say they have."
"Susan already has a way to contact me directly, since I do not trust that her mail isn't being watched because of her connection to me- and as a way to contact me in an emergency, being quicker than Abby here." Madam Bones quickly scribbled a reply on some parchment she had conjured and sent it off with her niece's owl. "I'm sure she'll keep in contact with me about further developments."
"So then, shall we watch and wait? See what happens?" Madam Longbottom asked, writing her own reply to Neville and sending it off.
Amelia nodded. "Watch and see, then act when it's time."