Author's Note
What's this? WHAT IS THIS?! It's only been three days and I've somehow cranked out yet another chapter, one of decent length at that. The story is just flowing for me right now.
Now I've gotten a couple of complaints the last few chapters about not deviating enough from HP canon and there's a couple of reasons I'm not running away from the original story. One: I'm not doing a sequel. I'm sure many of you will be dismayed to hear that, but I've already decided. This is a big undertaking and I'd like to be able to move on when I finish this, so I'm trying to leave Harry Potter World fairly intact after the Bleach invasion. Two: Bleach characters are kind of along for the ride on this, so they just help how they think they can. If they weren't, they'd trample over all the HP characters and end things before they really began, which turns anything I've already written pointless. I get that people want to see more deviation and I'm going to work on it, so you should see more of that as we get further in. However this is still going to reflect plenty of the book because I'm barely planning ahead in this story, so I write with the book open at my side to get direction and to stay on track.
Anywho, new chapter in three days! Enjoy!
Harry spent the rest of the weekend quite happy with the thought of defying Umbridge and having a larger group of people who didn't think him a lying weirdo was comforting. However, Monday morning brought that happiness to a halt, replacing it with rage, for that morning covering everything else on the noticeboard was the declaration of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four. The new Educational Decree disbanded all extracurricular groups and required them to be reformed under Umbridge or the students would face expulsion for belonging to an unregistered group.
"This isn't a coincidence." Harry says, hands turning into fists at his sides. "She knows."
"She can't." Ron instantly says. Their meeting was exclusive, she couldn't know.
"Eh? She may have known we at least had a get together and could be planning more." Ichigo says, having come up behind the two. "I mean everyone came in a big group and I'm not sure exactly how private Hermione was in asking if others wanted to join the group. So I'd guess that she knew we had a group and just guessed by who went that we weren't doing something she'd like."
"Yeah, or one of them could have run off and told Umbridge. We don't know how many people who showed up we can trust." Harry says, so disappointed that the new people he thought believed him maybe didn't.
"Zacharias Smith!" Ron says at once, punching a fist into his hand. Ichigo nods in agreement finding it very likely that the blond jerk would sell them out. "Or… I thought Michael Corner had a really shifty look too…" Ron continues, getting an eye roll from both Harry and Ichigo as that accusation obviously came from the fresh knowledge that Michael was dating Ginny.
"I wonder if the others have seen this yet?" Harry wonders out loud, looking around the common room.
"I'm sure the girls will see this when they come down or you can wait for them and show it to them." Uryu replies, having just joined them and reading the notice himself. "Maybe we should have taken more precautions." He mutters after he finishes reading the notice, easily grasping the implications of such a thing coming into effect.
The moment Hermione comes down the stairs from the girls' dormitory, Orihime just behind her, Ron drags her over to the notice board with a "Look at this!"
Hermione quickly reads the notice, face turning stony at the move against them.
"Someone must have blabbed to her!" Ron says angrily.
"They can't have done." Hermione quietly responds, trying to keep the conversation more secretive.
"I don't think anyone would." Orihime says, frowning. "We all agreed not to."
"You really think that they're all as honorable and trustworthy as you two are –" Ron says, thinking the girls are just being naïve.
"No, they can't have done because I put a jinx on that piece of parchment we all signed. Uryu and I discussed it and we figured if this was really going to be a secret club then we needed to have a proper agreement for secrecy and repercussions if that agreement is broken." Hermione explains, face frim at the thought of the measures she'd taken to assure their secrecy. "Believe me, if anyone's run off and told Umbridge, we'll know exactly who they are and the will really regret it."
"What'll happen to them?" Ron asks eagerly.
"Well, put it this way," Hermione says, not wanting to give away what really happens, "it'll make Eloise Midget's acne look like a couple of cute freckles. Come one, let's get down to breakfast and see what the others think… I wonder whether this has been put up in all the Houses?"
Uryu thought of speaking up, letting Hermione know that it might be possible for someone to tell Umbridge before they signed the parchment, thus outmaneuvering the jinx. However he dismissed the idea as most hadn't known just how serious the study group would be until after the meeting, during which all had signed the parchment before leaving, so it was unlikely they would have thought to tell Umbridge.
Their arrival to the Great Hall made it quite apparent that all Houses had indeed received the notice as students were moving up and down the tables, conferring with others and trying to figure out if their groups were going to attempt reforming. The Gryffindor attendees of the weekend meeting gathered around them the moment they sat down.
"Did you see it?"
"D'you reckon she knows?"
"What are we going to do?"
They all looked to Harry as he had been elected leader. Harry glanced around, making sure there weren't any teachers near who would turn them in.
"We're going to do it anyway, of course." Harry quietly replies, looking all the more determined to do it.
"Knew you'd say that." George says with a wide grin, thumping Harry on the arm.
"The prefects and goody-two-shoes as well?" Fred asks, looking quizzically at Ron, Hermione, Uryu and Orihime.
"Of course." Hermione coolly responds. Orihime gives a determined nod, the fierce look seeming out of place on the bubbly girl.
Ron glances over his shoulder, doing another check for teachers when he notices something else. "Here comes Ernie and Hannah Abbott. And those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith… and no one looks very spotty."
Both Hermione and Uryu look alarmed at the news.
"Those morons will get us caught!" Uryu hisses, staring directly at them and making shooing motions, trying to communicate that they needed to go away.
"Oh, it'll look really suspicious." Hermione frets. Seeing that Uryu's shooing isn't working, she starts mouthing to them to sit down and that they'll talk later.
Still not quite getting the desired results, Ginny gets up and heads for the Ravenclaw table, taking advantage of her relationship with Michael to excuse the mixing of Houses. "I'll tell Michael. The fool, honestly…"
It seems at that point the others get the idea that they shouldn't all converge and instead go back to their seats. As they do, Harry notices Cho talking with her friend and fervently hopes that Cho has not been scared off of meeting with them by the notice.
It wasn't until they were heading for class that Harry and Ron discovered the further impacts of the new Educational Decree. The Quidditch team had been disbanded and would have to be reapproved by Umbridge. Angelina begged Harry to behave himself for Umbridge and Harry assured her he would while promising to himself to behave as well because he didn't want to see Quidditch disappear for him and the rest of Gryffindor.
History of Magic was its usual dull self, until Hedwig showed up with an injured wing. It hadn't been hard for Harry to escape the class as Professor Binns hardly took notice of those who were there and certainly had no real means of stopping a student from leaving anyways. It didn't take him too long to get Hedwig to the care of Professor Grubbly-Plank. McGonagall was with her and, seeing Hedwig's condition, warned Harry that communication in and out of Hogwarts was likely being monitored.
As Harry hurried to catch up with the others for their next class, he opened the scroll Hedwig had delivered and found a single sentence written by Sirius on it: Today, same time, same place. When Harry caught up with them, he assured them that Hedwig was safely in Grubbly-Plank's care and passed on McGonagall's warning. He had expected shock, but instead saw an exchange of significant looks.
"What?" Harry asks, looking around the group.
"Well, I was just saying… what if someone had tried to intercept Hedwig? I mean, she's never been hurt on a flight before, has she?" Hermione replies.
"Who's the letter from anyways?" Ron asks, taking the note from Harry to inspect himself.
"Snuffles." Harry says quietly. Ichigo, Uryu, and Orihime look confused by his reply, but Harry ignores it.
" 'Same time, same place'? Does he mean the fire in the common room?"
"Obviously." Hermione says, also reading the note. "I just hope nobody else has read this…"
The Karakura group now has a faint idea who it might be from. The only person that the trio can't let people know they're associated with is Sirius and Snuffles does sound like a dog's name.
"But it was sealed and everything." Harry says, not sure if he's trying to better convince himself or Hermione. "And nobody would understand what it meant if they didn't know where we'd spoken to him before, would they?"
"It's not exactly impossible to set things back to the way they were." Orihime says, a doubtful look of worry on her face. Sure her ability to reject phenomena is unique to her, but it wasn't impossible for magic to have a lesser version that would work in this situation. "At least, it's not impossible for a letter like that. Spies do stuff like that all the time."
Hermione nods in agreement. "And if anyone's watching the Floo Network, they might know… but I don't really see how we can warn him not to come without that being intercepted too!"
"If we had more time I'm sure Geta-boushi could get a message out to Snuffles without interference." Ichigo says.
The group trudges down the stairs towards the dungeons and Potions, lost in thought about the new screening and its implications. The changes afoot at Hogwarts were slowly taking away the freedoms of the students who weren't ready to blindly follow or suck up to the Ministry. When they reached the bottom they found Malfoy at the dungeon doors waving an official-looking document and talking in an unnecessarily loud voice, likely trying to make sure all could hear.
"Yeah, Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straightaway, I went to ask her first thing this morning. Well, it was pretty much automatic, I mean, she knows my father really well, he's always popping in and out of the Ministry… It'll be interesting to see whether Gryffindor are allowed to keep playing, won't it?"
"Don't rise." Hermione begs Harry and Ron, seeing their stiffening postures and clenched fists, knowing the two have taken offense at Malfoy's dig. "It's what he wants."
"I mean," Malfoy says, raising his voice and staring directly at Harry and Ron, malevolence in his eyes, "if it's a question of influence in the Ministry, I don't think they've got much chance. From what my father says, they've been looking for an excuse to sack Arthur Weasley for years… And as for Potter… My father says it's a matter of time before the Ministry has him carted off to St. Mungo's… apparently they've got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic." At this point Malfoy makes a face, mouth sagging and eyes rolling, in a demeaning imitation of the mentally disabled. Crabbe and Goyle grunt with laughter, whether they actually find it funny or just do it because Malfoy expects it is anyone's guess, and Pansy Parkinson shrieks with glee, more from the degradation of others than actually finding Malfoy's face amusing.
Something collided hard with Harry's shoulder, knocking him sideways. It took Harry a moment to realize that he had been pushed aside by Neville, who was in the process of charging Malfoy.
"Neville, no!"
Harry reached forward to grab Neville, but quickly found the action unnecessary as Ichigo had firmly secured Neville in a head lock, only giving a small grunt of effort in restraining the struggling boy. Malfoy looked shocked for a moment that the normally timid Neville had such fire in him, desperately trying to land a blow of some sort against the pasty blonde.
"Not... funny… don't… Mungo's… show… him…" Neville incoherently raged. Crabbe and Goyle moved to cover Malfoy, cracking their knuckles and leering at Neville
"Stand down, Neville, I'll take care of this." Ichigo commands, his aura twisting into something threatening and deadly.
Harry can feel that hum of danger against his senses again, like in his first detention with Umbridge, though not quite as potent. Is Ichigo the source? It was the only thing that made sense given that the only thing the two situations had in common was a particularly angry Ichigo.
Neville actually stopped struggling against Ichigo's grip, though his glare of hate towards Malfoy doesn't leave and his fists hang at his sides. He'd love to pound Malfoy for insulting St. Mungo's, but he hasn't gained a single inch against Ichigo. Besides, he's seen Ichigo do intimidating on a few occasions and has to admit that the other boy does it like no other, but he really hopes that Ichigo might go through with hiss threat this time or at least give Neville himself a chance.
Crabbe and Goyle start to look uncertain with this new deadly air and Ichigo declaring himself their opponent instead of the much less intimidating Neville. Cream puffs like Neville are no problem to them, they might even have fun with it, but Ichigo was something else. The carrot-top had an air to him, when he felt like it, that screamed dangerous. They may have looked tough, but the two henchmen were only good for fights they were practically assured to win. A fight with Ichigo held no guarantees.
"A word to the wise, Pasty: don't insult medical facilities, you never know when you might need them." Ichigo threatens, releasing Neville and taking a step forward. Ichigo had grown up in a medical household and one of the few things to ever make his dad angry was to see others taunt those who had disabilities that required medical treatment, physical or mental. A respect for medicine and illnesses and a caring heart was something Isshin tried to instill in his kids. Ichigo also knew that people who had family or loved ones with special needs got dangerously protective when people made fun of those medical needs. Idiots who made light of that, well, experience can be a good teacher…
"Inside, all of you." Snape announces, having just opened the door to his classroom. He had heard Malfoy's insults to St. Mungo's and was tempted to dock the boy points for disrespecting such a facility, but he didn't want to put up with the boy's whining or a letter from Lucius. Besides, Snape had neither heard nor seen anything from the Gryffindor side for which he could dock points and it wouldn't be right for him to dock points from his own House without taking more from another House. Anyway, Kurosaki seemed to have instilled a good fear of repeating such insults if Malfoy's increased paleness was anything to judge by.
Neville glared after Malfoy and Ichigo put a restraining hand on his shoulder, making sure his grip was strong enough to let Neville know he couldn't go after Malfoy. "Sorry. I know you wanted to hit him, but you wouldn't have stood a chance against those gorillas. If it's any consolation, I would've taken the gorillas so you could hit Pasty."
Neville grunts in response, shrugging off Ichigo's hand and stalking into the classroom. Ichigo takes no offense, he gets what it's like. There were times after his mother died when bullies made bad insults including mothers and Ichigo would try to rip into them. Tatsuki had been the one to stop him, or help him on the rare occasion, clearing out the grunts so that Ichigo could go for the guy who actually made the insult. Neville would come around once his anger simmered down.
"What in the name of Merlin was that about?" Ron asks as they follow Neville in.
Uryu and Ichigo both consider telling Ron that it's likely Neville knows someone who's been mentally disabled, but decide against it as Ron doesn't do subtlety well and it's not likely Neville wants such knowledge to be wide spread. It was nothing against Ron, he just wasn't quite as sensitive to others' suffering as would be preferable with such delicate information.
Harry did not reply either as he had been entrusted with Neville's secret by Dumbledore, sworn not to tell anyone. Not even Neville knew that Harry knew about his parents.
Umbridge was in their Potions class that day and many Gryffindors were unsure who they wanted to win in this match-up of most hated teachers. Harry was so caught up in watching them that he ended up ruining his potion and having it vanished once more by Snape along with being assigned extra homework. Harry thought about skipping Divination to do Snape's extra homework, but in the end Hermione convinced him not to. Harry thought he would have been better off skipping when he ended up having to deal with Professor Trelawney's bad mood over being put on probation and wasting time interpreting fake dreams.
After that was the usual bore of Umbridge's class. It seemed that the students had finally given up on even taking their wands out as there was no movement when Umbridge instructed them to be put away. In fact, the class was so predictable that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Orihime were able to mutter "There will be no need to talk" perfectly in sync with Umbridge.
Harry and Ron were disappointed that night to find out that the Gryffindor Quidditch team was not yet allowed to reform. It made a sick amount of sense to Harry. Gryffindor was the House with the most rebellious students, so she would hold their House team over their heads for as long as possible. Even she had granted their team instant reformation like Slytherin, it would have gained her little to no favor from the brave lions.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione have to wait well past midnight for Lee, Fred, and George to finish clearing out of the common room, the pranksters having spent the evening showing off their working Skiving Snackboxes and making a killing in pre-orders. It was as Harry was putting away his mostly unused textbooks, having been unable to really concentrate on his homework, much less do it, that Sirius appeared in the fireplace.
"Hi." Sirius said with a grin.
"Hi." Harry, Ron, and Hermione replied, kneeling before the fire on the hearthrug.
"How're things?" Sirius asks.
"Not that good." Harry answers, a frown pulling at his face. "The Ministry's forced through another decree, which means we're not allowed to have Quiddditch teams –"
"Or secret Defense Against the Dark Arts groups?" Sirius inserts, a mischievous grin on his face.
"How did you know about that?" Harry demands. If Sirius knew about it, that might be how Umbridge knew.
"I believe that would be our fault, somewhat."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron whirl around to find Uryu, Ichigo, and Orihime coming out from behind some chairs further back in the common.
"I apologize for not telling you," Uryu continues, having been the one who spoke up in the first place, "but we told Urahara-san and Hirako about your proposed Defense group. Since they are skilled with hiding groups from notice and part of the Order, I thought what indirect assistance they could give would be useful."
"And what if they sold us out to Umbridge?" Ron heatedly asks.
"Then the toad would have just got all of us already." Ichigo replies. "They were at the meeting. Actually, it was their barrier. Ishida and I don't even know how to make a regular barrier, much less one to hide us like that."
The trio stares at Ichigo in shock. Why hadn't they told them any of this?! It left a bitter taste in their mouths that Uryu, Ichigo, and Orihime had gone behind their backs like that. Didn't they trust them at all? And for the trio it raised the question of whether they should trust the other group. They had eavesdropped on the conversation with Sirius too.
"You're lucky they did tell those two." Sirius chimes in causing the trio to turn back to him. "You got a very private gathering space because of them, you know. Anywhere else you could've met would have had potential eavesdroppers. And we're still trying to keep an eye on you, Harry, and it's just as well, isn't it, if the first thing you're going to do on your weekend off is organize an illegal defense group." The words seemed harsh, but Sirius looked proud rather than angry.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione still look betrayed, causing Sirius to sigh. Having been through a real betrayal, Sirius has an idea of what they're feeling, but he also knows that unlike a real betrayal, this was done in their best interests. Hopefully with time that trust can be restored, otherwise his godson won't be as well protected as he could be.
"Anyway, Ron, I've sworn to pass on a message from your mother."
"Oh yeah?" Ron says, sounding worried about what punishment might be rained down upon him.
"She says on no account whatsoever are you to take part in an illegal secret Defense Against the Dark Arts group. She says you'll be expelled for sure and your future will be ruined. She says there will be plenty of time to learn how to defend yourself later and that you are too young to be worrying about that right now. She also advises the rest of you not to proceed with the group, though she accepts that she has no authority over the others and simply begs them to remember that she has their best interests at heart. She would have written all this to you, but if the owl had been intercepted you'd have all been in real trouble, and she can't say it herself because she's on duty tonight."
"On duty doing what?" Ron quickly asks. Sirius is one of the more open Order members, so there's a better chance of getting an answer out of him. And it's his mother, children have a right to worry about their parents doing potentially dangerous things.
"Never you mind, just stuff for the Order." Sirius says. He would honestly like to tell Ron, tell all of them what's going on, but Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore, and a whole slew of other Order members have made him swear up, down, and sideways to not tell the children more than necessary. Their definition of necessary, not his. Though he has a sneaking suspicion that the Japanese kids know everything the adults do, but he's not in charge of keeping an eye on them. "So it's fallen to me to be the messenger. And make sure you tell her I passed it all on, because I don't think she trusts me to."
There was a pause as everyone waited for someone else to say something, Ichigo, Uryu, and Orihime having taken spots before the fireplace while Sirius delivered Mrs. Weasley's message.
"So you want me to say I'm not going to take part in the defense group?" Ron mutters, thinking that his mother wouldn't be satisfied with anything less, even if it is to her untrusted messenger.
"Me? Certainly not!" Sirius says, looking surprised and a little insulted. "I think it's an excellent idea! You shouldn't lay down and take orders from an old hag like Umbridge."
"Really?" Harry asks, happy to receive encouragement from his remaining true family. "Because last term you telling me to be careful and not take risks."
"These are two different matter, Harry. Last year all the evidence was that someone in Hogwarts was trying to kill you." Sirius explains impatiently. "This year we know there's someone outside Hogwarts who'd like to kill us all, so I think learning to defend yourselves properly is a very good idea!"
"Does is really matter where the killer is?" Ichigo asks. "If someone's out to kill you, in here or out there, you should be able to fight back. Hell, it shouldn't even matter if they want to kill you or beat you up, either way you want to defend yourself."
"An excellent point, Ichigo." Sirius agrees, ready to help restore some trust points to the Japanese. "This defense club will help probably help you more than you think. There's more than just the Death Eaters in the world to be wary of."
"And if we do get expelled?" Hermione asks with honest curiosity.
"You're welcome to come hide in Japan with us." Orihime offers. "We might not have a nice magical school like this, but there's no meanies like Umbridge there and you'd be very safe to continue whatever studies you like."
"That's very kind of you to offer, Orihime," Hermione says, "but I was kind of wondering what Sirius thought. I wanted an adult's thoughts on this."
"Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue." Sirius replies.
"I agree." Uryu says, pushing his glasses up. "Ignorance is bliss, but when you know of a life threatening problem, it is best to be prepared."
"So how are you organizing this group? Where are you meeting?" Sirius asks, ready to offer what help he can from his knowledge of sneaking around Hogwarts during his Marauders days.
"Well, that's a bit of a problem now." Harry admits. "Dunno where we're going to be able to go…"
"How about the Shrieking Shack?" Sirius suggests.
"Is it big enough?" Orihime asks, thinking back to the building across the road from the meeting. "And how would we get out there without getting caught? The group is the size of a full class."
"Ah, right." Sirius says, slightly crestfallen. There wasn't much he could do for them being cooped up at Grimmauld Place, so he wanted to provide this bit of help if he could. "Let's see… There used to be a pretty roomy secret passageway behind that big mirror on the fourth floor, you might have just enough space to practice jinxes in there –"
"Fred and George told me it's blocked." Harry says, shaking his head. "Caved in or something."
Sirius's face falls in disappointment. He'd have to think harder about how to hide such a large group. "Well, I'll have a think and get back to you. I'm sure I can –"
Sirius broke off, looking to the side in alarm and vanishing from the fireplace before anyone could say anything. Mere moments after Sirius's head had disappeared, a stubby, familiar hand appeared in the fire, grasping around as if it knew Sirius had been there. Hermione lets lose a squeal of alarm when Ichigo suddenly jabbed the hand in the fire with a poker.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione hisses, backing away from the fire with the others as Ichigo stares into the fire, poker ready for if the hand reappears.
"Trying to teach the toad some manners." Ichigo growls, really hoping that it actually hurt the toad's hand and that she'll give him another chance.
As the seconds tick by, they realize that neither Sirius nor Umbridge's hand will be coming back.
"We should go to bed." Uryu says. "We wouldn't want to be caught here if Umbridge decides to see if she can catch whoever was on this end of the fireplaces."
The others quietly agree, quickly scurrying away to the dormitories. Harry looks at the fireplace one last time, hoping that Sirius got away cleanly. The last thing he needed was for Umbridge to find his godfather. And then he turns forwards again, looking at the backs of the two Japanese boys. Could they really be trusted after the sneaking around they did? And what about that dangerous feeling pressure that Ichigo seemed to produce? Questions chased each other around in Harry's head as he went to sleep.
There was a private meeting going on in Dumbledore's office that night, attended by only three people, and a cat.
"I feel like laughing manically." Urahara states, getting a growl of annoyance from several portraits and a small laugh from Shinji. "We're having a secret meeting in the middle of the night and I'm petting a cat in my lap like a cliché cartoon villain."
"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to refrain from doing so." Dumbledore says, an amused twinkle in his eye. "So how has your attempt to track down the enemy gone?"
"Not much o' anywhere." Shinji idly replies, sprawled across his chair. "We found a place they were holed up in fer a while, but they were cleared out well before we got there. Jus' some little guard dogs left behind to let 'em know if we found their trail." There was no need to inform him that Yoruichi was the one who went. They were all equally capable of handling half a dozen hollows locked in a warehouse.
A little beep sounds as Shinji finishes, causing Urahara to fish his denreishinki out of his pocket. "Kids just reported back. Let's see… the defense group is still a go, Harry and the others know Hirako-san and I are helping, and… Umbridge-san almost caught Sirius-san."
"I was afraid of this." Dumbledore says sadly. "It seems that the Ministry is watching all communication in and out of Hogwarts. It will be hard on them, but I'm afraid Harry and Sirius will not be able to communicate this school year."
"Not necessarily." Urahara says, fiddling with his phone. "I could set up a spare denreishiki at your base and have Kurosaki-san and the others offer the use of theirs for Harry-san. Your Ministry can't monitor that."
"Yes, I suppose that's worth considering." Dumbledore concedes. "It's not too much trouble, is it?"
"Not at all." Urahara says, waving his fan in a dismissive gesture. "Now is there any particular direction you'd like us to steer this defense group in? Subtlety may not be something Kurosaki-san or Inoue-san excel at, but I'm sure they can provide ideas to help nudge things in the right direction or we can have Ishida-san manipulate them."
"The only thing about their defense group that I'm worried about at the moment is what will happen to Harry, to all of them, if they get caught. The Ministry would like nothing better than to expel Harry to further discredit him."
"Except get rid of you." Shinji says.
"Yes, except remove me." Dumbledore agrees. "Thank you for your time tonight. I'm sorry to have kept you up so late."
"Not a problem, Dumbledore-san. We'll let you know anything new as it comes. Oyasumi." And the other attendees leave with a soft swish through the open window.
Author's Note
So what'chu think? Harry grows wary of our fine foreign friends and old men plot in the night. Oh yes, and STAB THE TOAD! Alright, I'm done here.
Please comment/review to tell me how I did.