A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 90: The defence club

Over the next few weeks, we continued to read theory in DADA and Umbridge started making new rules for the school, as Fudge gave her permission for it.

Harry somehow managed to get himself into detention a couple more times till he finally learned to ignore most of what Umbridge said. I just kept my mouth shut whatever she said. She was eventually going to leave, but carving your skin till you reached the bones wasn't going to leave the skin smooth and without scars. Luckily, no other kids got in detention.

But as normal years at Hogwarts aren't something that anyone has heard of, we had to make something to ruin the fragile balance of the relationship with the toad (even if she didn't know about it).

"You know," Hermione said one evening in the common room "I was thinking that we really have to learn how to practically use the spells, or we won't pass the OWLs. And it's pretty clear that she won't teach us."

"Yeah, so? We can't do anything about it. Or we'll end in detention again; you too."

"Actually, we could. And not just the seven of us. Everyone in the school who doesn't agree with her; well, every student I mean. "

"What do you propose Mione? Trust me, you don't want to end up using a blood quill, so it better be a solid plan."

"Well, it's missing a few things, but I thought we could make a club. Where we could train, and learn spells. They'll be useful when we have to fight."

" If you have too."

"No, when. You can't keep us out of it Selene, as much as you try to. But we can't make it in a public place, cause from what Sirius told Harry, Fudge is afraid of a children's army made by Dumbledore apparently. That's why he doesn't want us learning practical spells."

"Ok, let's say you're right. What's the plan for the club?"

"Well, during the next trip to Hogsmeade we're going to meet up with a few kids we trust, and they can bring others. But no one who could tell Umbridge about us. So no Slytherins."

Why on Earth was she so bigoted? Out of everyone, I saw Hermione as the most logical, so why was she comparing every Slytherin to the ones she met?

"We'll tell them what the plan is and if they want to do this, they'll sign a paper; we'll put a curse on it, so no one will tell on us."

"And what if they don't want to take part in this?"

"We'll first tell them something to sum up why we're there but without anything incriminating, and then they can decide if they want to go or to stay."

"Okay then. Let's just hope we don't get caught."

The Slytherin dormitory

"I don't know Draco; what if you do more damage?"

"Well, I got to try." Said the blonde, placing the tip of his wand on the scar; he winced.

"Or you could wait. Until it she heals."

"I can't wait that much. You see how big the scar already is; the wound must be huge. And she can't cover it until it closes."

"Maybe," Blaise jumped from his bed and snached Draco's wand "you could ask someone to help. An adult, because neither you nor me have any experience with spells like this."

"Yeah, but who? She said not to tell Snape or Madame Pomfrey or any of the teachers. Umbridge will get angrier if they get involved."

"Well, there's a Hogsmeade trip coming up. You could call your mother; she always has things to do here. "

"Probably."

The kids in the school weren't as preoccupied as I thought they would be about the article; they were more angry or distrusting of Harry because he kept saying Voldemort was back. But then again, from the conversation on the first DADA class they hadn't heard about the subject, as Umbridge refused to call me by my actual name.

But at the end of one Transfiguration lesson, the Friday before the Hogsmeade trip, Minnie wanted to talk to me.

"Ms Potter, can I have a word?" Everyone stopped from packing and turned to the teacher's desk, then to me. I slowly walked up to the front of the class, and waited until everyone resumed what they were doing.

"What happened?"

"I noticed in the past weeks that your writing becomes more and more unintelligible. I understand that you are left handed, but you know I don't believe in those superstitions and they have never been an excuse. So, what is happening?"

"Well, I'm just tired and a little busy. So by the time I get to do my homework I can't really write well." That was such a bad excuse…

"I know it's not that. You should solve whatever it is."

"I will."

"You know you can tell me anything."

"I do know that, but sometimes it's better for everyone to keep it to yourself. Have a good day professor."

I left the room before she had time to say anything else.

The next day, at Hog's Head, more people came than we expected. There were kids from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, from first to seventh years. We let Hermione speak, as she prepared a little speech. No one left, so we assumed that they wanted to join.

"Any questions?"

"How do we know we can trust you? I mean he says that You-Know-Who is back."

Harry got up. "I understand that not many people believe me, but that's not why we're here."

"Maybe if you could tell us more about how that girl from Durmstrang died…"

"No." I finally raised my head and looked at everyone in front of us. "Listen, no one will say anything about how Eve died, because as Harry said, that's not why we're here. So if that's why you came, you can leave now." No one moved.

"Are you two really twins?" Neville asked. Well, at least we changed the subject.

"Yes, we are. But we, we didn't really know that until Dumbledore told us. But we got the photos of us when we were little and got in contact with a few of our parents' friends. Guys, Dumbledore is not lying, and Harry isn't either. Voldemort really is back, and I know because I was there. And I saw what he can do when he isn't ready for battle. What will we do when he is ready? If we don't learn to defend ourselves, we'll have to rely only on the adults. The adults who don't believe he's back. Besides, some of us have OWLs and NEWTs this year. We have to pass them. So, do you want to do this? Because we really need to know."

Everyone confirmed.

"Now, to ensure that we're all going to keep the secret, everyone is going to sign a paper, and trust me, if your name is on that paper, you don't want to tell Umbridge about this, or you'll regret it. And, please be careful, because she isn't gentle with kids who don't obey her." I said, and got the bandage off of my right hand. It was a gory view. The big wound covering nearly half of the back of it was still really red and not closed yet. The blood oozing from it soaked the white material. I had to change it again. The scar it was going to leave wasn't going to be small.

"That's from the detention from last month?" Dean asked.

"Yes. It's going to stop bleeding soon."

"Why didn't you go to Madame Pomfrey?"

"And risk the toad getting angry? No way."

After signing the parchment, we all left and spread through the little village. Our plan was going to work, we were sure of it. For the moment at least.