She'd found them…

Professor Umbridge had finally found them…

After seven months of working in secret, Dumbledore's Army had finally been discovered, by the very person it was created to fight.

They weren't ready yet. They were all so very far from ready. Harry doubted they were ready to fight one Death Eater and survive let alone Lord Voldemort himself. And while he knew they would never be ready to fight Voldemort, Harry also knew that the longer they could survive the more likely they could escape.

A soft exhale made him glance up from the struggling Dobby he was holding onto tightly, meeting Hermione's wide fear-blown eyes. "What… what do we do Harry?" she asked weakly, her hands trembling slightly as she and an almost scared Ron exchanged lost glances.

Straightening up slightly as he realised they were both waiting for him, Harry slowly looked around the room at the other frightened faces of the DA. They were all looking to him? Why would they be looking to him for guidance? Even Dobby had gone limp in his arms and was looking up at him with trusting eyes.

"Harry?" Hermione asked again, her voice louder in the absolute silence of the Room of Requirement.

He couldn't answer her. He had no idea, he'd stupidly never considered coming up with a course of action in case they were caught. And with Umbridge on her way already, they didn't have time to make one up.

He was just as afraid as they were.

"I can't be expelled," a whispered voice said, making him turn his head to stare at the red-haired girl with tears beginning to stream from her eyes, "I don't have anywhere to go. Hogwarts is my home."

Other voices started to buzz around the room, Harry standing there dumbly as he looked to Hermione, hoping for just the slightest hint of what to do. What he saw however were chocolate brown eyes filling with tears of their own, Hermione clutching at Ron's arm as she stared at the door in fear. "If I get expelled before I take my OWLs they'll erase my memories," she choked out, "How can I protect my parents from Death Eaters if I don't remember anything?"

As a pale Ron pulled Hermione into a hug, Harry's mind went blank. They were going to be expelled. He was going to be sent back to the Dursleys, he was going to be sent away from Hogwarts - his home - to a place he'd rather die than go back to.

He couldn't lose his home.

But…

He already had hadn't he?

Unbidden his hand rose up, and his eyes locked onto the scarred words 'I must not tell lies', carved into the back of his hand. He'd already lost his home, to the Ministry when they'd sent Umbridge to torture and suppress them.

Slowly he looked up again, his fear giving way to a serene calm as he watched the DA panicking. They had looked to him because they trusted him, because he was someone who cared about them, because he was their leader. Determination flooded him as he watched Colin Creevey holding his little brother, Dennis, both of them just standing there crying calming.

Clearing his throat, Harry found his voice, letting out a simple "Quiet," that was swept up in the panicked craze that was taking over the other students.

Growling under his breath, Harry set Dobby down on the floor and forced his way through the crowd towards the door, sending the strongest locking spell he could muster up at it when people started to copy him and rush towards the door.

"QUIET!" he roared, pushing forward until he was standing in front of them all, turning around and fixing a glare on the panicking students.

To his surprise they all obeyed instantly, the room returning to it's previous silence as everyone stopped to stare at him. "Listen to yourselves," he said slowly, marvelling at the way he somehow kept his voice calm and soft. "Look at yourselves. The very mention of Umbridge has reduced us to a crying whimpering mess! You're all whining about how you'll be expelled, and you'll be sent home. But guess what? I don't have a home, I live with abusive muggles, and Hogwarts is ten times the home that they'll ever be," he spat, everyone hanging on his words as he looked over them, even Hermione and Ron having crept around so they were standing with everyone else.

"Hogwarts is my home. And I know I'm not the only one to believe so," he continued slowly, his voice gaining volume as his eyes met those of the redhead from earlier. "We're here every week training to protect ourselves from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. We're training to protect ourselves, our families, and our homes. How can we expect to fight for those we love when we can't even fight for ourselves?" he asked them firmly, fighting past the nerves fluttering in his chest as he realised how intently they were listening to him.

"Umbridge has come into our home," he yelled, raising his hand to show the scarring on the back of it. "She has tortured us, she has abused us. She controls what we wear, what we eat, and even how we act. And we let her!" he exclaimed angrily. "Why should we bother to learn how to protect ourselves when we can't even protect our own home?"

"But you know what I say?" Harry demanded. "I say Umbridge has no power over me. I say I won't let her control me!" he shouted as he turned and summoned the Dumbledore's Army list from the wall near the door. "I say I won't fight for Dumbledore," he declared bluntly as he tore the list up without hesitation, "But I say I will fight for my home. For my friends. For my family. For my freedom," he paused and looked over the students slowly.

"For Hogwarts," he finished simply, a ripple passing through the crowd at his words. "I say Hogwarts belongs to the students. Not to the Ministry. This is our home! Not theirs!" he shouted as he saw the agreement on everyone's faces. "I say that the Ministry of Magic will do nothing about Umbridge. They sent her here! I say, that if we want Umbridge gone. That we have do it ourselves! I say that we, Hogwarts' Army, rise up! I say that we take back our school! I say we take back our home! For Hogwarts!"

To say he was shocked when everyone burst into applause was an understatement. He hadn't even known he could speak like that, it had all just come flowing from his mouth like he'd had hours of practice.

"Who's with me?" he asked calmly, punching his wand into the air, unable to stop himself from grinning as the entire room copied him and let out a roar.

Harry stood there for a moment, eyes meeting the determined and proud eyes of both Ron and Hermione. "Then let's go!" he ordered, listening to the battle cries echoing from behind him as he turned and threw open the door, leading the charge out into the hallway.

Heading down the hallway with the entirety of the ex-DA at his back, they all came to a faltering stop as Umbridge rounded the corner with the Inquisitorial Squad, all of them freezing as well.

"Hello Professor," Harry greeted politely, stepping out so he was obviously standing in front of the miniature army of students.

"Don't 'Hello Professor' me Potter," Umbridge spat out instantly, pulling her wand out slowly, her smug expression and the tone of her voice disproving her attempt at innocence. "You're little game is over."

"You're right, it is over. We're taking back the school," Harry agreed bluntly, pulling on the adrenaline running through his veins to raise his wand. "Stupefy."

As Umbridge's toad-like face was illuminated by a flash of scarlet red, and she was blasted off her feet and down the hallway, Harry felt the first of the metaphorical 'chains' Umbridge had wrapped the school in snapping.

"FOR HOGWARTS!"

So this idea's a little rough, I somehow managed to write it in less than an hour, which is saying something with my attention span. The idea just hit me out of nowhere, and I thought "Damn I would love to read a story like this", and since I didn't know what to do next I wrote it.

If anyone does know of a story that follows this general idea, could you PM me the link? I'd be rather grateful… cookie-giving grateful...

I don't own Harry Potter.