Decree this, and decree that. Boy, was her last year of school very aggravating. How in the hell was she supposed to have any fun and enjoy her time without this dumb bitch ruining everything? Professor Umbridge had gotten in a fight with McGonagall in the corridor, after Dumbledore had informed the witch about the punishment. In turn, Umbridge acted like a complete woman and twisted things around, Fudge granting her the power of Hogwarts High Inquisitor. This was not good, not at all. Now she could fire the staff members, and banish all that she felt was bad for the students. In other words, fun. She banned all Zonko products, all the Weasley products and just kept making up rules to fit her needs. Dumbledore was silent for all of this, it was ridiculous! Zavy, nor Brenden were too thrilled at how their god father was handling this, and he had started to avoid them as well. She wondered about it, feeling childish for getting upset, but for fuck sake, how could he let that stupid bitch take over the school like this? Fred and George weren't happy either.

Not a soul in the school was happy, aside from Filch, Malfoy and other Slytherin lackies. Something had to be done about this monstrosity running rampant in the school. Fred and George had something planned, but nothing that would really help. They wanted to put a swamp in the corridor, but Zavy didn't see how it would really help them at all, considering Umbridge can just interrogate anyone she wants. What they needed was someone willing to step up, take the chance and start teaching the students what they needed to learn. Voldemort was back, roaming the earth and killing people. There needed to be someone that was willing to take matters into their own hands. At this rate, she was getting fed up and ready to do it herself, especially after she was right about the Prophet blaming Sirius for all those disappearances. And just as she was getting ready to start rallying up the troops, was just when Hermione had come to her, telling her about a plan that her, Harry and Ron had cooked up.

It was quite simple. They would tell all the students about it. They were to gather at the Hog's Head in the wizarding village, Hogsmeade. From what Hermione said, Harry was going to start teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts himself. Zavy couldn't help but think about how perfect that was, considering he had the most experience defending himself from harm. The twins as well has Brenden had liked the idea, and couldn't wait to go the minute they heard of it. Umbridge could not know, or the punishments would be severe. It was actually quite exciting, and Zavy liked to be sneaky sometimes. She and Brenden knew that Harry couldn't really teach them anything, but it didn't stop them from knowing that they had to watch this experience.

So here she sat, beside George and her brother, waiting for all of the others to arrive. The Hog's Head was mostly vacant, and Zavy couldn't help but feel that the guy in the corner was watching them. There was no way to be absolutely sure, so instead she decided she would just keep an eye on him. There were lots of students showing up, and she couldn't help but wonder what they were there for. She noticed Alexandra, who she never really talked to any more, and Cho Chang, looking at Harry with hopeful eyes. She was obviously there to find out more information about Cedric, since she dated the boy before he died. Zavy sighed to herself. That was quite the night for her, and it wasn't even a year ago yet. It looked as if no one else was going to show up, so the Golden Trio waited until the room was more quiet. It was obvious they had no idea what they were doing, so they had no clue on how to begin such a discussion. Zavy smiled, knowing that one of them would think of something.

"Hi. So, you all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the dark arts," began Hermione. Harry looked so displeased the whole time, while Ron just sat there.

"Why?" interrupted some annoying kid.

"Why? Cause You Know Who's back you git," said Ron, glaring at the boy.

"So he says."

"So Dumbledore says."

"So Dumbledore says because he says. My point is, where's the proof? How do we know that they're not just trying to scare us into getting something?"

"OI!" Zavy stood up in outrage.

"Zavy!" Brenden brought her back down. Zavy's eyes changed that steely grey as George grabbed her hand. Zavy could see Harry muttering to Hermione while she tried to calm herself down. Fuck that guy! He was as dumb as pretty much everyone else in this world that thrived on being in denial.

"Maybe if you tell us more about the night Diggory died..." the boy trailed. That was when Harry got upset.

"Look, I'm not here to talk about Cedric or any of that, so if that's why you're here, you can just leave now," said the boy who lived adamantly. Zavy was surprised. Most of the crowd looked upset, and were starting to leave.

"Is it true you can conjure a patronus charm?" asked Luna Lovegood. Everybody froze, turning to look at Harry and waiting for an answer.

"Yes. I've seen it," confirmed Hermione.

"Blimey Harry. I didn't know you could do that," said Dean Thomas.

"And he killed a basillisk with the sword in Dumbledore's office, last year," chimed in Neville. Zavy smiled.

"That's true," said Ginny.

"Third year, he fought off about a hundred dementors at once," said Ron proudly. Zavy shuddered at the word dementor. Was that ever an awful experience.

"Yes. And last year he really did fight off You Know Who in the flesh," said Hermione.

"Wait, it all sounds great when you say it like that. But the truth is, most of that was really just luck. I didn't know what I was doing half the time and I always had help," said Harry.

"He's just modest."

"No, Hermione. Facing this stuff in real life is nothing like school. At school if you make a mistake, you can easily just try again tomorrow, but... Out there, when you're a second away from being murdered, or when you're watching a friend die right before your eyes... You don't know what that's like..." Harry sat in his chair, the words chipping away at everyone's minds.

"You're right Harry, we don't," began Hermione, "That's why we need your help, or else we won't have a chance of beating... Voldemort..." Zavy would've whistled at how brave Hermione was if it wasn't for this grim silence. Silence that lasted way too long in her opinion.

"He's really back?" asked a Creevy bother. Harry nodded. Zavy sighed, not liking any of the recent knowledge she had. And so there it was though. Everyone had signed up by the end of the meeting. Fred and George went before Zavy and Brenden, who were last in line.

"Harry, you mind if we use different names? This IS a magical parchment, and well... you know..." asked Brenden. Harry nodded in understanding. Zavy saw as her brother put an alias down, Joseph Hudgens. She proceeded to do the same with her own, Alexandra Reid.

So it was done, the gang was assembled for underground DADA lessons. Zavy walked with her brother, the twins, the Golden Trio, Ginny, Luna and Neville. She was quite, listening to the others make a plan for how these lessons were going to happen. The first problem, was finding a place to fit everyone with sufficient room, and things they could use to train the others. Zavy knew there was somewhere that could fit all of their requirements, but for some reason, she couldn't say it. Just another pick of destiny, telling her that she really was not needed here.

As she sat in the common room with the twins, she continued to ponder Harry's mission. He clearly had his own set of guidelines that he was unaware of, and Zavy was not to interfere. She felt like she had to watch him, to make sure that he stayed on task, even though she had no idea what his task was. But this one was hers, and she had a feeling she would be watching over him for the rest of his life. She had not discussed this feeling with Brenden, knowing that it would be useless. He seemed to be on the same path that she was, making them at a constant understanding.

There was also the matter of traveling back to Canada, to her home. They had already figured out that not only George, but Fred had to be present as well. They would not be able to visit the ruins of their home, enemies knowing that they would be there. A date still hadn't been decided, nor the discussion with the twins about what they'd need to do. Their presence was required, that was all that was known at this time, and it would be hard to explain, but Zavy was sure that this could all work out. It had to. She kissed George's cheek, and he instinctively grabbed her hand. She smiled, still in her thoughts, as she stared at their fingers linked together. How she wished that nothing would happen to either of them, that they would remain forever this way.

"...Zavy," she heard his soothing voice call to her. She smiled, snuggling closer to him. She felt his hand brush away her hair, ever so gently, "Zavy, wake up love," he spoke again.

"Mmm, but I'm so comfy, I don't want to get up yet," she told him in a dreamy voice.

He chuckled, kissing her forehead, "We have to love, there's a whole day just waiting for us. And I'd like to spend some time with you before I have to go."

"But can't spending time together count as me sleeping with you here?"

"I suppose it could, laying in bed all day does sound wonderful, especially with the most beautiful girl in the world."

She smiled, kissing his cheek, "It certainly does."

"But, I have a match today, and I want to get back at those Slytherin gits."

"That sounds good too."

"Doesn't it? So how about we get up now?"

"5 more minutes..."

He smiled, "Alright, but no more than that."

"Deal. I love you."

"I love you."

Quidditch match today, and was it going to be an epic one. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor yet again, and Zavy was excited to watch those assholes go down! They were the only ones in the school that actually liked Umbridge's back words and screwed up rules. But that could just be because they were the ones that were never punished by her. Doesn't surprise Zavy that they weren't into having fun like normal people. Oh, and how random was it that Umbridge made it so that all students forming groups must report to her before they could do it. She almost banned Quidditch, but maybe she was smart enough to know that was a dumb idea. Either way, Angelina was right on top of it, since she was the captain this year. It actually annoyed Zavy how much time she tried to take away from her, by constantly drilling George. But there was really nothing that could be done about that.

There was lots of tension lately, especially between Malfoy and the rest of the Gryffindors. Zavy had a bad feeling about this match, as she sat with her brother among the other Gryffindors. She didn't doubt that her house would win, more so the events to occur afterwards. Malfoy and some of his goons were on Umrbridge's personal enforcement squad, and had been trying quite hard to get into the Room of Requirement. How annoying they were. But there was only one way to get in there, and they seemed to stupid to figure it out. Unless they knew what to think about, they weren't getting in. But now was not the time to think about such things. Now was the time to watch them get creamed on the pitch.

As the match began, there was already people cheating like crazy. And not just the Slytherins, the Gryffindors as well. Zavy was particularly fed up with all this bullshit. This had to be the worst year she had ever attended at this school. And so, as the match came to a close, Zavy descended the stairs to where she would meet with George and Fred. But the twins were no where to be seen. In fact, everyone seemed to be heading to the middle of the pitch. Well that sure was weird. She decided to follow, having a feeling that it must be that important. Once she arrived, she saw Harry taking a swing at Malfoy. George got in on the action too, but Zavy got there just in time to hold Fred back. She wondered what had happened, but couldn't help but feel happy about Malfoy finally getting his ass kicked. She watched as the crowd was dispersed, and was sad that she didn't get to see Malfoy's face. She looked at George, going with Fred to wait for him at the commons.

"What happened?" she asked Fred as they walked back.

"Fucking git, insulted our mum. He's just lucky that I couldn't get to him. Why did you hold me back?" he asked in anger.

"It was the right thing to do..." she trailed, unable to offer him any other explanation.

"George was supposed to fight with Malfoy?"

Zavy nodded.

"Lucky git gets to do everything."

"I wouldn't call him lucky Fred. Umbridge will have her hand in this for sure. This is something she definitely will want to confront."

"That's true. We should probably prepare some treat for him when he comes back. You got anything left in your stash?"

"Stash?"

"Please Zavy, George and I can smell the booze on your breath all the time. We know you have a stash somewhere, and that your water bottle is full of something other than water."

She stopped, looking down guiltily, "So I guess it wasn't a real secret."

Fred put a hand on her shoulder, "We understand that your stressed Z. I just wish you could see how much it hurts him to watch you destroy yourself like this. He doesn't say anything, he wants you to feel better. But the binge you're going on won't help you. Your liver is starting to become trashed with all that you've been drinking. He's putting up with it, but you're hurting him."

The guilt building up at his every word made her want to run to him, to apologize for hurting him so much, "I'm sorry..."

Fred hugged her, "I understand Zavy. Just try to slow down, cope with your stress another way. We're all here for you."

She didn't know what to say. Yes, she had been drinking everyday, been doing it in class even. But she didn't think much about it. No matter how much she drank, she never felt anything besides numbness. It would even put her into a dreamless sleep, which she liked. The nightmare's never stopped unless she passed out. There wasn't a think she drank that didn't have at least a drop of alcohol in it. It was bad, but normally Brenden would make her come to her senses. He wasn't this time, he was standing idly by, watching with the others as she destroyed herself. But the stupid thing was, she couldn't stop. She knew she was doing it, and yet she wanted to feel something other than numb or fear. She knew that George was trying so hard to help her, being so good and patient, trying to make her happy. But she ignored it, it just wasn't enough. She was being so selfish. How could she?

"Let's get back now Z. Want to be there before your boyfriend gets there. Wouldn't want him to wonder where you've gotten off to would you?" Fred's voice cut into her thoughts.

"No. Sorry Fred, I just..."

"Enough. Just try, you don't even have to mention that we talked. I know he wouldn't want me to, but... I'm just worried about the both of you."

"It's okay. I'm sorry to make you worry."

"The conversation is over. Unless you want everyone to hear about it."

Zavy looked dramatically appalled, happy that she had such a good friend like Fred, "You wouldn't!"

"Yes madam, I would."

She smiled, "Let's go loser."

"Just a minute there," said a disturbingly annoying voice in front of them. Zavy and Fred looked in front of them to see one of those Slytherin gits standing in front of them.

"What do you want?" asked Zavy hatefully, her eyes flashing red at him.

"Umbridge wants this Weasel to. Let's go."

"Watch what you call me you prick," Fred growled at the boy. He looked over at Zavy, "Meet you back in the commons."

She nodded at him, watching them go. She made her way to the commons, knowing that there was nothing else she could do. Neither twin would be happy when they got back, and she didn't want to do anything to make it worse. She walked slowly, giving herself time to think before she would have to put all of her focus onto her boyfriend. She'd do anything for him, never wanting their love to die. If her bad habits were what was making him upset, then she would do all she could to be rid of them. Hopefully she could find a way to cope.

It was hours before the twins got back. Zavy had almost read through a whole book waiting for them. She was on the last chapter, and it was a huge book. She was hoping that the bitch professor had changed her torturing ways, but somehow she couldn't be so sure. It seemed that they had to devise a very interesting way of getting rid of her. The only way Zavy knew was to use some of her talent, but she knew that it was the wrong course of action. It was Harry's job to fix all the mayhem caused at the school. Well, all the mayhem that had nothing to do with herself, Fred or George. Speak of the devils.

"What happened?" Zavy asked, walking over to give George a hug. She noticed that he had a red mark on his cheek, no doubt from Malfoy.

"The fucking toad banned us from Quidditch!" yelled Fred, thumping down onto the couch.

"But you didn't do anything..?"

"She said that it would be best if the both of us were off the team, instead of me trying to switch places with him," George explained calmer. She looked into his eyes, he was depressed. No doubt he could smell the last of her booze on her breath. After today, she would try and do this no more.

"That's fucking stupid. She has to be stopped!"

"There's nothing we can do love. Nothing permanent anyway."

"It's just a sign George. I think the time is getting closer for us to leave," said Fred. Zavy remembered the conversation they had years ago about them leaving the school. She thought that since this was their last year, they would at least stay until they graduated. She supposed she was hoping for too much there. George could tell that she wasn't happy with the way this conversation was going. He knew that they were almost ready to start, but they hadn't even looked at the shop that resided under Zavy's flat. The plan was to wait until Christmas holidays to go and have a look.

"It is Fred. But we should try and get as much done here as we can. For now, I think it would be a better idea to work on our swamp. It'll be a tribute to old toad face," said George with a grin. Zavy was surprised to hear that. He would normally be very upset that his favourite sport was taken away from him. And yet, here he was, being rational about it all. She kissed him, wishing she had brushed her teeth. But he would see soon, oh yes he would. She was going to limit her smoking and not have a drink at all tomorrow. She wanted him to be proud of her, to stop hurting him. After this reaction, he deserved it. Godric she loved this boy!

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a little short, i'm having a huge block, but i hope you guys like it.. thanks for the wonderful reviews! :)