First of all…. I"M SORRY! I didn't mean to put this story off for so long! I've just had a bunch of finals and midterms that I've had to get through, and I FINALLY FINISHED THEM ALL!

Chapter 19. Hypothetically Sir…

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Harry groaned and thumped his head down on the defense book he was trying to read. Harry was sitting in the library trying to find a new lesson for the defence club, before his Occlumency with Snape. Collin was developing the pictures in the room of requirement, which was fine, but now Harry had no clue what to do now that he had the evidence for getting rid of Umbridge. He probably should have planned it out better, but there was no use crying over spilt milk. Harry needed to come up with a way to get out the information to someone who had power, but someone who was fair, and wouldn't be bought out by the highest bidder. He needed someone who Fudge wouldn't fire because they were in too high a position, and preferably someone who had ties to the school as well. Harry wracked his brain, and flipped the page.

The Patronus Charm. Harry stared at the title. "You can perform a true Corporeal Patronus?" Susan had asked him, the sweet round faced Hufflepuff who reminded him of her Aunt!

"Amelia Bones is OK. She's the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She's Fair. She'll hear you out." Tonks had told him, and Susan had lit up when he asked her if she was related to Amelia Bones.

She's my Auntie." Susan had told him with a shy smile. Harry grinned to himself. If he could get the information to Amelia Bones, she would be in a high enough position to do something about it, and since what Umbridge was doing broke a bloody lot of rules, both ministry and school. Harry had someone to go to now, but how to get the information to her? Umbridge was watching both the floo and the owl post.

Harry sighed as his very old, very muggle watch sounded its alarm, it was time to leave for occlumency. Harry had gotten the watch from Dudley. It was yet another thing that Dudley had broken when he had a tantrum. Harry had salvaged it and had used random parts from the cupboard under the stairs to fix it. It was one of the first things Harry had ever fixed, which was the reason why Harry still had it, that and the fact that it still worked.

Harry put away his books, slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking down to the dungeons. It was time for Occlumency.

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A knock sounded at the door of Severus's office. He sighed. It was time for Occlumency with the brat again.

"Enter, Potter." Potter slumped into the room. Severus growled angrily. The boy looked just like his father, so very arrogant. Severus indicated that Potter sit in the chair across from him.

"Have you been practicing?" The boy nodded distractedly. Severus scoffed internally. Practiced, his arse. If the boy had actually practiced, he would give up his cauldron.

"Er, Professor?" Severus's eyes narrowed at the boy's uncharacteristically polite tone.

"What is it Potter?"

"Hypothetically, Professor…" Severus felt his eyes narrow into slits.

"What did you do, boy?" He asked venomously. He felt a vehement joy at Potter's flinch. He however had grudgingly conceded that the boy was able to keep his gaze steadily.

"Nothing at all sir. I just have a hypothetical situation, about what would happen if a professor had harmed several students." Severus felt his eyes widen. Had the boy finally finished his most likely half baked plan?

"I do not normally indulge brats in hypothetical situation, Potter, However I will make an exception today." The brat's eyes widened comically. Severus snorted internally. The boy really hadn't been expecting him to help.

"Hypothetically sir, if someone was to get evidence, er, like pictures, of a situation happening at school, and needed to deliver such evidence to, er, let's say, for the sake of argument, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, how would one get it to her, if, hypothetically, both the fireplaces and post owls were being watched?" Severus stared at the boy he had thought was just another idiotic brat for the longest time. Potter was, dare he think it, smart?

"Hypothetically, Potter, I would advise the dunderhead brat who decided it was a smart idea to get evidence, to use a house elf, one that is strongly bonded to them, and is unable to take orders from that particular Professor, to take the evidence to the head of the department of magical law enforcement. Now enough chit chat Potter, legilimens!"

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