Professor Umbridge was meant to deal with adults that could be fired at her whim. She was not made to deal with students. Undisciplined, naughty, horrid excuses for human beings. It was amazing that they turned into respectable adults upon graduation. She had seen her share of issues, starting with those awful seventh year Gryffindors. All the seventh years, it seemed, were a career politician's nightmare. They could clearly communicate why they believed what they believed. They couldn't be swayed. It was a nightmare.

Now, she had to deal with more Gryffindors. Specifically, Harry Potter and his crew of miscreants. She didn't know what she was going to do with them, but she only had three minutes to figure it out. By now, she noticed, word had gotten out. The fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins all arrived to class with their old Standard Book of Spells: Grade One. She thought that was very cheeky of them and vowed to ruin the surprise.

"Hem, hem." She coughed to call attention to herself. She noted that Harry Potter wasn't in his seat. This would be perfect. "We are going to begin class."

"Professor," A curly haired girl said without raising her hand. "The bell hasn't rang yet. Not everyone is here."

"You are expected to be at least five minutes early to my class." Umbridge smiled at the girl. "And five points from Gryffindor for talking out of turn."

"Thanks, Hermione." Harry and Ron said, slinking into class.

"Yeah, thanks, Hermione," Draco smirked at her. She made a face at him, then turned around to face the board.

"That'll be another ten points a piece from Gryffindor for tardy students," Umbridge announced, glaring at Harry, Ron, and Neville.

"Oi! The bell hasn't rang yet! And we've got to get here from Divinations!" Harry argued.

"Make that another fifteen points from Gryffindor for arguing," Umbridge stated clearly.

"Why aren't you taking points off of Draco! He's late too, and he's got Ancient Runes with Hermione before this!" Harry kept at it.

"This may come as a shock to you, but life isn't fair, Mr. Potter. Now I suggest you take your seat and that'll be another fifteen points and strike two." Umbridge instructed.

Harry chose to sit down and grumbled quietly to himself.

"I see all of you prepared for class by bringing Standard Book of Spells: Grade One. Open up to chapter one and begin reading silently." Umbridge said, flicking her wand and enchanting her chalk to write the assignment on the board.

"Oh you've gotta be shitting me," Harry said, slamming his book closed.

"Do you have a problem with the curriculum, Mr. Potter?" Umbridge said in that high pitch threatening voice primary school teachers reserve for misbehaving four-year-olds.

"A couple, yeah," Harry said, glaring at her over the top of his glasses. "For one, Adhara- who is seven- has read this book through, twice, and can sight to you the inconsistencies. So, there's that. And second, Voldemort appeared in a graveyard after Bartimus Crouch Jr. rigged the Tri-Wizard Tournament last June. You can't honestly expect us to use this in real life."

"Mr. Potter, it is the official stance of Minister Fudge, and by extension, the Ministry of Magic, that you were stressed in the Third Task and you don't know what you saw. You-Know-Who did not appear in a graveyard. He's gone. You should know, you were there." Umbridge lectured, face tight with a false smile.

"Seeings as I was a year old, I don't quite remember the event. Do you want to know what I do remember, Professor? Seeing Voldemort in a graveyard in June. Being tortured under cruciatus curse in a graveyard in June. Dueling Voldemort in a graveyard in June!" Harry shouted, slamming his hands down on his desk and lunging forward a bit.

No one spoke for several long minutes. Then, Umbridge snapped out of her rage and said, "Detention, Mr. Potter, every evening until you've learned your lesson. The rest of you, back to work." She waited several seconds to ensure everyone was working, not asking questions. "Ms. Granger, why are you not reading?"

"Hmm. Oh." Hermione said, snapping out of her daze. "I've already read this. Several times. I have the work memorized now. I'll wait while the rest catch up. I'm used to it."

"Granger. That's not a wizarding name, is it?" Umbridge asked, and Hermione flinched. "Are you presuming, as a Muggleborn, to know more than good wizarding children?"

Hermione squared her shoulders and made a choice. "I'm not presuming anything. I know I'm ahead of them. It's not like it's news."

"Hermione, shut up. Your Gryffindor is showing." Draco muttered loud enough she could hear him. She chose to ignore him in favor of staring down Umbridge.

"It's unfortunate you feel that way, Ms. Granger. As you said, you'll have to wait to finish the assignment. They'll be no working ahead in here. We at the Ministry like to keep everyone on the same level. It keeps deplorables from thinking they're better than normal witches and wizards."

"Deplorables? Do you mean Muggleborns like me? I thought the Ministry was taking a pro-Muggleborn stance. You better check with Minister Fudge before you get your signals crossed." Hermione asked in a no-nonsense tone.

"Another twenty points from Gryffindor and let's be done with this. Review question at the end of the chapter due tomorrow. Remember students, your answers have to be perfect or you won't receive the points." Umbridge said, choosing to ignore the problem. Deciding that they'd had enough, everyone chose to get back to work.


"Oh no," Ron said as he and Hermione came into the common room at the end of the day. "What are those two up to?"

"Which two?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her notes, completely not in the mood to deal with anyone.

"Who do you think? Fred and George." Ron caught her attention and pointing to the twins by the notice board.

"Oh no. What are they doing?" Hermione sighed, dropping her things on a study table and walking over to them.

"I'll just let you handle it then," Ron muttered to himself and walked away.

"What on earth are you two doing? You can't post anything on the notice board without permission from a prefect." Hermione said, startling the pair.

"How about you sign it and I make it worth your while," Fred suggested with a smirk and a wiggle of his brow.

"What are you even posting?" Hermione asked, ignoring her boyfriend. She took the slip of paper from George's hand and started reading. "What is this?"

"It's an advert to get kiddies to test these products for us," Fred explained, unaware of what he was getting himself into.

"You cannot test these products on first years!" Hermione exploded, throwing the advert on the ground. "It's dangerous! Not to mention immoral!"

"It's not that bad." Fred scoffed. "They're getting paid. Besides, no one else will test them."

"That's because they're dangerous and everyone else knows better!" Hermione shouted.

"Oi! We've tested every single one of these products on ourselves first! We just need to know if they do the trick!" Fred shouted back.

"You can't do this. You can't test on first years!" Hermione demanded again.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Fred shouted back.

"There's nothing she can do." George scoffed, resting his arm on Fred's shoulder. "If anyone in Hogwarts could punish us, they would have already."

"No, I can't do anything," she said, her voice quivering with anger. "But I will write your mother."

"You wouldn't," said George, horrified, taking a step back from her.

"Oh yes I will," said Hermione grimly. "I cannot stop you from eating those stupid things yourself, but you're not giving them to first years."

Fred and George looked thunderstruck. It was clear that, as far as they were concerned, Hermione's threat was below the belt.

Hermione started to storm away before turning back to the pair and staring Fred down. "Don't talk to me. For at least a week. Probably a month."


"Where do you two think you're off to?" Angelina asked, staring at Fred and Harry as they did the walk of dread to the portrait hole.

"Detention," Fred explained. Then he got a good look at her. "Why are you in your Quidditch gear?"

"We have try-outs today! I can't believe you two haven't finished your detentions, so now you can't come to try-outs!" Angelina shrieked, shaking her broom threateningly at the pair.

"Oi! We didn't know she was going to ruin our lives, did we?" Harry glared back.

"It would have been a solid guess, given that horrid opening speech she made!" Angelina shouted back.

"What are you going to do, Ange? Kick us off the team?" Fred asked.

"I might just! You don't know!" Angelina shot back with all of the maturity of a teenager. With that, she stormed down to the Quidditch pitch for try-outs. As she took in the sheer number of lions waiting for a chance at eternal glory, she was suddenly jealous that Oliver had left this decision to her. He'd left her plays, figures, and charts, but no replacement Keeper. Asshole.

Now, Angelina thought, Fred and Harry are in detention. Probably for the rest of the year.

So, being upset at Oliver, Fred, and Harry meant that Angelina came to some interesting conclusions. Conclusion number one: She was not leaving Harry in this lurch next year. Conclusion number two: Fred and Harry weren't going to last the year without getting permanent gameday detentions. There was just no way. So, it was decision time.

"Alright, you lot, get over here," Angelina said, calling practice to order. "I know the sheet says we're here to draft a new Keeper, but there's a new plan. We're drafting a whole reserve team, too."

"Um. What?" George asked intelligently.

"Whole team. We're drafting a reserve team." Angelina shrugged George off.

"But…but... but… Why?" George questioned.

"I just told your brother that Umbridge is out to ruin Hogwarts. I wouldn't put it past her to ruin Quidditch, too." Angelina explained. "Decided just now that we're doing a whole reserve team. Don't argue or you'll be on the reserve and someone else can have your spot."

"Low blow, Ange." George glared. "Good show."

"What's going on?" Ginny asked, coming up behind her brother.

"Reserved team is being drafted today," George informed her. "Whole secondary team ready to go. Just in case."

"Sweet," Ginny said. "Angelina, I'm here for Chaser."

"Perfect," Angelina smirked. "Can't beat the snakes if we don't have decent Chasers."


Anyone who was paying attention could see that the fourth year students were up to something. Passing notes to one another in classes and missing meals were the obvious signs. However, no one noticed.

No one noticed four fourth year students meeting in the back of the library. The Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff students sat huddled together whispering in hushed voices.

"Alright, Weasley, We're in," Zach Nox, the Slytherin said.

"How do you plan on this working?" Louis Taylor, the Hufflepuff said. "There's forty people in our class."

"Simple," Ginny said with a small smile. "Kindness."

"What about a location? Did we find one?" Zach said.

"We're sitting in it," Ginny said.

"What if we get caught?" Lisa Aldridge, the Ravenclaw stated. "No offense, but I don't plan on spending my weekends in detention. None of us do."

"We're not doing anything against the rules. We've checked twice," Louis said with a small laugh. "We can't meet for another week. Not until things settle down more."

"Then we wait." Ginny said, "But we can't wait to start part of the plan."

"What do we do until then?" Lisa asked.

"Simple. Chapters one through seven." Ginny said with a smirk.


"Luna, I need your help with something," Draco said, pulling Luna into an unused classroom in the dungeons.

"I'm not going to help you get Ginny. It's her choice." Luna blinked at him owlishly.

"No, it's not that." Draco blushed a bit. "It's… It's completely different."

"What is this about, Draco?" Luna asked, staring at him.

"Well, I have to ask you a huge favor." Draco huffed.

"Why? We don't talk and you don't really know me." Luna a pointed out.

"I can't ask Hermione because she's too emotional. Ginny seems to be avoiding me. So that leaves you." Draco explained.

"So, what is this about?" Luna asked.


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