"Do we really have to do this?"
"Yes, Harry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Harry, I'm absolutely positive."
Harry groaned.
"It was worth a try." He muttered.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." Minerva said as the two reached Dumbledore's office. "Password: Twix."
"What's Dumbledore's obsession with sweets?" Harry asked.
Minerva chuckled fondly.
"I honestly don't know." She said as they began to climb the stairs. "Though Monty liked Muggle sweets too, that was something he and Dumbledore always talked about."
"What was his favorite?" Harry asked as Minerva knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office.
"Anything with chocolate." Minerva said, his eyes filling with tears again. "He once gave you chocolate for your breakfast. He said to me 'he was giving me the puppy eyes! I couldn't resist!'."
"I love him already." Harry said.
"So did I. I love him." Minerva said.
"Minerva! Harry!" Dumbledore said joyfully, interrupting the conversation as he opened the door. "What can I help you with this fine morning?"
"It's better if we do this inside your office." Minerva said in a voice with so much darkness I it that Dumbledore instantly knew that Minerva McGonagall meant business!
"Of course, come in!" Dumbledore said. Harry walked into the office, still awed.
The portraits began to whisper, much to Harry's surprise.
"There he is!"
"He looks just like Henry!"
Harry was puzzled.
"Professor Dumbledore, why do the portraits I look like Henry, whoever the hell he is?" Harry asked as Dumbledore closed the door. He didn't hear
"Now, what is that you wanted?" He asked
Minerva took hold of Harry's hand and slammed it down on the desk.
"Why have you allowed that bitch, Umbridge, to teach here?!" She yelled.
Dumbledore didn't speak as he stared at Harry's hand.
"No one will do this to the great grandson of my best friend." He muttered quietly.
"What the-"
Dumbledore got up and crossed the room to his fireplace. He took a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace.
"Phineas!" He yelled into it. "We need a word!"
A few minutes later, a elderly man came out of the fireplace. Harry didn't know why but he felt as if he could trust the man simply on sight. The man - or Phineas - had high cheekbones, clear grey eyes and silver hair with only a few streaks of black in it.
"What is- holy shit." Phineas muttered, his eyes widening when he set eyes on Harry. "Henry's great grandson? Harry?"
"Yes, it's him." Dumbledore said. He turned to Harry.
"The portraits were saying you look like your great grandfather, Henry Potter, Harry to his friends." Dumbledore explained. Harry grinned. "This is one of our best friends - and one of my best friends to this day, Phineas Black."
"Hullo Mr Black, sir." Harry said, shaking Phineas's hand.
"Call me Uncle, please." Phineas said. "Albus, what do you want?"
Dumbledore showed Phineas Harry's hand.
Phineas's mouth fell open in shock.
"Who... How... What... When... Why?" He spluttered, sitting down.
"Dolores Umbridge, with a Blood Quill, for two weeks, and why is because she fucking hates me." Harry said, raising one eyebrow. "Does that satisfy you?"
Phineas remained silent for a moment and then burst out laughing.
"Just like Henry, I swear!" He said gleefully. "Holy shit, you even sound like him, doesn't he, Minerva?"
"Yes, yes, he does." Minerva said.
"Rightly so!" Phineas said. "So, Operation Take Down Toad Face is a go!"
Harry began laughing.
"So, this is Operation Take Down Toad Face." Phineas sat, showing a piece of parchment to them.
Dumbledore, Minerva and Harry read it;
Operation Take Down Toad Face (no offense to toads)
Harry sniggered.
1. Ministry. Despite Umbitch (no Albus, I will not take that back) working in the Ministry as the Minister's pet toad.
2. Trial. Phineas will take care of that.
3. Evidence. Harry's hand. If he does not cooperate Phineas will kidnap him. And mostly likely more students will be needed
4. Azkaban. Harry will lock the cell door and burn the fucking key.
5. CELEBRATE! Get Firewhiskey. And get the students pissed.
6. Get on with our fucking lives.
7. Albus will appoint a new D.A.D.A teacher because Phineas is NOT taking care of that shit.
All is well
"I like that plan." Harry said, grinning. "Though please don't kidnap me."
Phineas grinned but then his grin disappeared.
"How many other students have been subjected to Umbitch?" He asked seriously.
Harry frowned for a moment. "Well, I know Lee Jordan has a weeks detention with her. He has one tonight actually. And the Weasley twins. And I few first years told Hermione the other day. She stole some Murtlap essence from the greenhouses. Please don't punish her." He said quickly. "And as far as I know, a couple of others but I don't know who."
"Well Harry." Phineas said, rising from his chair. "We'll gather the heads of Houses. We're going to take Umbitch down for good!"