'Well that's something new.' George thought as he looked over at Fred and Clairi. Fred had his chin resting in his left hand pretending to be listening to the Salmon faced toad, with his right hand rested on the back of Clairi's arm, his thumb rubbing circles trying to help the girl stay calm. Clairi had taken up the worst habit she could ever take up for anxiety, chewing on the end of her quill. The girl has gone through at least 3 dozen quills since this damn Professor came to the school.

"Excuse me Mr. Weasley, please remove your hand from Miss. Blacks arm." The Toad asked as she pasted their desk.

"I will when you start to actually teach this class." Fred shot back with out turning his head to face the toad.

"What was that Mr. Weasley?"

"I said, why not focus on teaching the most interesting Defense class that we've ever had." Fred responded again giving the professor a cheeky smile, causing the women to go red in the face. Not as red as a Weasley when they are angered, but still red.

George rolled his eyes, knowing that Fred was going to end up in detention with the Professor. Fred was doing that a lot, getting detention when it came to this woman over Clairi. Clairi's theory about the women's hatred towards the Blacks probably stems from jealousy and quit possibly her father flirting with the toad while at school or something along those lines. The Professor seemed to hone in on both Clairi and Hermione from the beginning even with Harry being her main torture/detention target.

"Mr. Weasley, detention tonight, my office 7pm understood!" The women spat angry as she walked back up to the front of the classroom to continue her un-knowledgeable lecture.

George chuckled under his breath as Clairi turned her glair from the Professor to the uninterested Fredrick next to her. George remembered the DA class from last week when Harry had paired the two of them up in an attack and shield exorcise. That turned into an interesting duel between them, ending with Fred landing on his ass with Clairi standing bent at the waist over him with the Impish smirk on her face she always wore when she got the better of them.

"Now I want you all to …" The Bell rang to signal the end of their dreadful class and before Professor Umbridge finished her sentence the students where out of the classroom.

"Fred, why must you keep cheeking off with that women? You're going to beat my father's record of detentions this year alone." Clairi said walking between them.

"Clair, Fred is making it so that you don't get into trouble with her." Zander piped up, giving her his playboy smirk.

"I can take care of myself." Clairi mumbled begrudgingly.

"But let the bloke watch out for you, Clairi." George laughed as Fred gave him a look over the petite girl between in.

*Sigh…" Clairi gave off a deep sigh as she shook her head as they passed the charms hallway to head to the great hall for their last lunch before heading home for the holidays the next day.

"I did no such thing to the stupid mudblood!" Draco snirred at Professor Flitwick.

"Professor, I would never lie about this!" Hermione's voice carried down the hallway towards the four seventh years.

"Mr. Malfoy, detention for the language and Detention Miss. Granger for punching Mr. Malfoy in the face in my class room." Professor Flitwick told the two of them as Clairi walked up next to Harry and Ron.

"What happened here?" Fred asked joining with the other two in tow, George shaking his head at Fred's behavior.

"Vanishing charm in class." Harry said.

"Stupid ferret, he was asked to vanish her bracelet." Ron muttered as Hermione turned away from the Professor and walked to join the group.

"Git, spoiled prat, arrogant ass." A spew of courses and insults towards the girl's cousin. Even if no one else in the school knew that Hermione, Clairissa, and Draco where related. The Order and Headmaster decided to keep that bit of information under wraps, so the Dark Lord wouldn't find out that Regulus Black was still alive and well. That would be a disaster and would bring danger to the girls.

"Harry, I got a letter from Jass, he wanted to know why you haven't written him after start of term. He's worried." Clairi looked at the fifth year that now stood taller then her as well.

"I've been busy with… studying…" Harry said directing his eyes anywhere but at Clairi.

"Well, even still, you should write him." Clairi smiled at him.

The rest of the day went by with relative ease, George watched as Clairi flirted subcouncusly with Fred, causing his ears to turn red, Zander upping his bet that Fred will tell Clairi how he feels by Christmas morning, Hermione still going on about the Ferret that vanished her undergarments as a joke, and Harry and Ron glaring at the Slytherin table.

Later that night as Clairi and George waited for Fred to get done with his detention; Zander who disappeared early from dinner came walking in whistling. His hands in his pockets and his hair looked like he just got out of bed.

"Eww… Can you at least hide the evidence of your broom closet escapades better?" Clairi asked as she pretended to gag from the chair by the fire as George chuckled.

"Lovely Clairissa, your only Jealous that I haven't collected a pair from you yet." Zander smirked as he sat down as he pulled out a pair of yellow and black laced panties from his pocket to show the two of them.

"No thank you Mr. Nott, I don't know where or whom that appendage has been." She rolled her eyes at the boy.

"Well another Hufflepuff notch on your bed post their Zander." George nodded his head at his other friend.

"I've learned that Hufflepuff are the ones that all the guys underestimate mate. But I have to say, the girls that have surprised me most are the Ravenclaw girls." He said smirking as his feet rested on the table infront of the loveseat and his hands behind his head.

"Can we not talk about Zander's panty collection?" Clairi asked with a huff.

The two laughed at her behavior, she had array facial expressions that would pass over her face at any time.

"I am trying to live up to Sirius Blacks reputation since you cant Clairi with out it going wrong." He said stuffing the panties in his pocket as a firsty came through the porthole.

Clairi rolled her eyes at that, knowing that her father talked a lot about his years at Hogwarts and being the playboy that he was. But Zander took it up, as it was his duty as the unofficial adopted son of Sirius Black, mostly since Jaspin isn't at school anymore and Harry has other things to worry about.

"What do you say Clairi? One roll in a broom closet with me and then you'll know what you've been missing." Zander said wiggling his eyebrows at her.

" Pass Zander." She rolled her eyes again as the boy laughed at her.

"Zand man, you know she wouldn't go for you, your not who she really wants." George said giving Zand a knowing look.

"Lady Black you wound me, how will I survive with out your affection?" Zander placed his hands over his heart.

"I think you'll survive Lord Nott." She said from behind her book, hiding the fact that her cheeks where slightly pink across her freckled face.

"Zander, sorry mate your not Fredrick, so she wont be interested in you." George winked at Clairi, which caused her to hide further behind her book.

"Very true Georgie, I'm sure that if Fred asked for a roll in a broom closet, she may consider it." Zander nodded agreeing with the red head.

"Will you two please stop this teasing?" Clairi asked.

"Why would they love? Your so easy to tease." A voice came from next to the short hallway to the porthole to their tower.

The three simultaneously turned towards Fred, who leaned up against the wall looking at the.

"Well I'm going to bed before all three of you decide to continue the 'picking on Clairi' night. And we are going back to Grimwalded Place tomorrow, so we all need to sleep." She got up in a hurry and scurried up to her dorm.

"She's a skittish one she is." Zander commented.

"She knows we are right." George chuckled.

"How long where you teasing her mates?" Fred asked as he watched her disappear.

"Not that long I recon." Zander shrugged as the three fallowed Clairi's advice, not that they would actually admit to the woman in question that they take her advice more often then not, headed towards their own dorm. She was right that they would all be heading back to the Order's head quarters for the holiday break, and the ride would be long since they agreed to watch over the other younger kids in their group.

Next thing Clairi knew; she was being wakened up by Professor McGonagole. The older women looked scared and worried, as she asked Clairi to meet in the common room as she went to wake up Hermione and Ginny. Clairi grabed the lavender sweater that hung long on her body, and headed to the common room. She found everyone besideds Harry and Ron there. Fred pulled her into the side of his body when her teeth started chattering, he sleeply muttered the warming charm on the sweater she was wearing over her pajama shorts and tank-top. She was wearing thigh high thick knitted socks that Molly knitted for her as well.

"Professor, whats going on?" Hermione asked as she rubbed her eyes.

"You'll know when we get to Professor Dumbledore's office." She said hurring ly as she lead the group out of the tower, Clairi casted the timest charm to see the time, 3am.

Once in the office, away from prying eyes of the other portraits, did they find Harry, sweaty and breathing heavely, Ron watching his best friend as the group stood and waited.

"In the dream, where you standing next to the victume or looking down at the scean?" Dumbledore asked with his back to Harry and the rest o them.

"Neither, it was like I was.. Professor whats happening to me? Harry spoke, his chest still heaving from breathing rapidly.

"Everart, Aurthor's on guard duty tonight. Make sure he is found by the right people." Dumbledore walked to a portrait ignoring Harry's question, the tention in the room thickening.

"Sir!"

"Phiniuse, you must go to your portrait at Grimwalded place, let them know that Aurthors gravely injured. That his children will be arriving soon by portkey." Dumbledore spoke still not looking at Harry.

"Albus, they got him it was close, but they think he'll make it. Once more the Dark Lord faild to aquier it." One of the Portraits spoke a few moments later.

"Oh, thank Merlin." Dumbledore gave a relived look over at the group avoiding Harry.

"LOOK AT ME!" Harry finally yelled at the headmaster causing everyone to jump and look at the boy.