A/N: I am so so so sorry about the late posting. I have been trying to keep it at most a week till the next chapter. I started procrastinating and then it was 3 days till monday. Then I continued to procrastinate and only got like 1000 words on Sunday. I had full intent to finish it on this monday, but something came up and I was no shape to write. I cut this chapter short a little so I could get something posted. Again, I am very sorry for my own incompetence.


Harry had not eaten much for breakfast due to him practically sleeping the entire morning, so when he finally reached the Great Hall he was starving. He grabbed a bit of food and had started to eat when he could hear Ron and Hermione chatting as they walked over to him.

"Snape is just a fowl pig!"

"Ron! Snape is a part of the Order, he has his reasons for acting the way that he does!"

Harry could already feel another headache brewing. He could tell it was Hermione and Ron just by the shouting.

"Let's play a game. How long can you last till you blow up at them," Harry mumbled to himself quietly.

Harry could hear them shouting the whole way down the hall and his anxiety skyrocketed. He kept on eating to try and distract him from the impending threat of Ron's and Hernione's arguing.

"Well that does not excuse him from treating Harry like he knocked up his daughter and forced her to get an abortion while ruinning their family by setting them up to be the cause of Dumbledores murder!" Ron shouted as he sat down next to Harry.

"Ron, you watch what you say! Even if neither you nor Harry like Snape, you still have to respect them!" Hermione snapped back. "You have to understand that they are sacrificing their time to teach unappreciative youths the necessary things for them to survive in this world."

"Oh go preach your ideas elsewhere 'Mione," Ron groaned as he filled his plate with food. "Snape is an absolute git to anyone who is not in Slytherin and you know it."

Hermione humphed and sat down on the other side of Harry while giving Ron dirty looks. She too grabbed a plate and started to fill it when Ron reached for a bread roll, she was quick to grab the one he was going for.

"Come on Hermione, how petty can you be." Ron yelled at her over Harry.

Harry was now having difficulty breathing. His heart started to pick up pace and he felt his hands start to get clammy. He had to get out. Now.

"Can the both of you please be quiet." He said, but went unnoticed by Hermione's response.

"Yo, dudes," Harry said with more insistence. "Please stop-" he was abruptly cut off by Ron's reply this time.

Harry started to feel dizzy and every sound started to meld together. He couldn't take it anymore.

'WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!" Harry's voice cracked as he shouted. "THE BOTH OF YOU ARE ALWAYS AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS AND IT'S ENOUGH TO DRIVE ANYONE MAD!"

It went dead silent in the Great Hall and everyone was now staring at the now standing Harry. He didn't even take one glance at Ron's and Hermione's face after he shouted. He ran out of the hall. He ran without direction and only with the thought of getting away from whatever was putting him in danger. He ran until he found himself in a small deserted hallway near the North Towers.

It felt like he was about to die. Everything muted out and he could hardly breathe. His heart was beating so hard, he thought it would pop right out of his chest and roll on the ground. When tried to stand up to move to a more secluded place, a wave of nausea and dizziness hit him like a bag of bricks. He whimpered as he fell back down and started to cry. Curling up into the fetal position, he rocked himself back and forth trying to calm himself back down. The sudden feeling of death crept upon his thoughts and made everything worse. Memories of Cedric dying and almost being killed flashed through him. Not once did they stop to allow him to catch his breath. It felt like he was back fighting Professor Quirl and he had his hands wrapped around his throat, trying to kill him. After what felt like an hour of panicking was really only about 5 minutes he was able to calm down. His anxiety was still pretty high, but not near the level of what it had been.

"Well, you made an all time record of 30 seconds," he said to himself in a crude manner.

He spent the rest of the break recovering and feeling even more like shit than earlier. He was unable to take the nap he needed, so he knew for a fact that the rest of the day was going to be absolute hell. Especially since his next class was Divination and Professor Trelawney was always making predicting his death almost every class. While granted, she was not quite as bad as Snape, it still got pretty annoying.

Harry walked in to the Divination classroom just a few minutes till the bell rang. Ron had already taken a seat at a table was looking around worriedly for him. Harry grunted as he sat down, slightly satisfied with the look on Ron's face.

"Hermione reckons that you should stop taking your anger out on us and all," Ron said tentatively.

"I'm not tr-" Harry started to say, but was ignored by Ron who just kept going.

"And I'm going to have to be honest here," Ron said tartly. "I agree with Hermione here. You should really stop taking out your anger on us. I am just relaying what she said, but dude. Please stop doing that."

Harry didn't even try to explain himself at this point. He knew that he should stop bursting out with anger at them and that Ron was going to keep going on about this until class ended. Ron and Hermione have been his friends since the beginning and losing them would mean that he would lose the only people that have stuck by his side since the beginning.

"I mean, yeah, we get that you have been through a lot, but don't take it out on us. It's not our fault that you are always seeming to attract trouble. I feel like you forget that we have been through some tough shit to."

While Ron continued, Harry only felt worse. The two of them have been through almost as much as him, why should he be able to blow up at them when they don't blow up at him? He didn't get the excuse to make it seem like he has it worse, because he doesn't. Ron and Hermione have got it really bad to. Hermione is constantly being teased for her smarts and being muggle born. Ron has to live up to his older brothers and his parents' expectations. Eventually, the bell rang to signify that class had started.

Divination was nearly as bad as potions, but this was mainly because Harry hated the class. He knew what his future held and did not need Professor Trelawney's predictions. He knew his life was going to be crap and that he was going to lose people close to him, but Harry just wished that he had nothing to do with Voldemort and could live a more normal life. Through the whole class, Harry felt his anxiety rise up again when he remembered that Defence Against the Dark Arts was next. They new professor Umbridge did not seem like a good choice in Dumbledore's part, but considering the Ministry, he probably didn't have much of a choice. After about an excruciating 45 minutes, Harry and Ron were finally set free only to go to another class.

The both of them did not talk much through the passing period and Harry did not mind one bit. It was his last chance of peaceful silence so Harry relished it. Eventually, the two of them were forced to make their way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

This was the class Harry had been waiting all day. The D.A.D.A. teachers were either going to be liked by all or despised by all. A small sliver of hope grew in Harry that Umbrige would be a decent teacher, but if Harry had learned anything from his previous experiences, this class would become a class he despised. Harry and Ron walked in, sat down, and waited for class to begin. Hermione was already there and immediately took notice when they walked in. Harry shot her a small glare and she back down, understanding that he was not in the mood for talking.

Umbridge walked in with a painfully bright pink cardigan and her toad like face still remained. Not much has changed since yesterday Harry concluded. The bell rang and the class started.

"Good afternoon class!" she called out in her sickly sweet tone.

A few students muttered a hesitant good afternoon back. This didn't satisfy Umbridge at all.

"That won't do at all. I would like for you to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbrige'. Let's try again, shall we? Good afternoon class!" Umbridge tried again.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." the class chanted back already not liking where this was going.

She seemed pleased with the response this time around and continued, "Now if you would please put away your wands and take out you quills."

It was after this line that Harry steamining. D.A.D.A. without magic? This was going to be absolute hell. Harry now knew that the time before he reached boiling point was near. Professor Umbridge walked over to the black board and taped it with her wand. A small list of words appeared saying:

Course Aims:

Understanding the principles of defensive magic

Recognising situations in which legal defensive magic can be used

Placing the use of defensive magic in context for practical use

She then told them to copy it down and begin to read the book she assigned. The class started to read it and immediately became uninterested. Harry could only compare it to Professor Binns teaching. The writing was bland and was not able to keep the class interested for more than a few sentences. By some time, Harry had read only a few pages, he could hardly concentrate due to him still being tired and of how bland the writing was. Ron had spaced out and was staring at one spot in the book while messing around with his quil. Eventually, Harry took notice to Hermione. Her book was not open at all and was raising her hand. It was quite clear to Harry that Umbridge was trying to ignore her, but as a few more students took notice of her it was unavoidable.

"If you have a query about the book please ask. We are just reading right now." said Professor Umbridge.

"It's not a query about the book." Hermione stated. "It's a query about your aims in teaching the course."

"The course aims are right on the bored and are perfectly clear, miss--?." Professor Umbridge said in a sweet tone.

"Hermione Granger." she paused. "Yes, but the course aims don't say anything about using the defencive spells."

A large portion of the class took interest in what was happening rather quickly due to not being able to concentrate on the book. A few people took a look at the board and started whispering to their friends.

"Using spells?" Professor Umbridge said with a little laugh. " I cannot imagine any situation where you would need to use defensive spells during class. You don't expect to get attacked in the classroom, do you?"

"We are not using magic!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

This now set off a blinding flurry of confused faces as they reread the Course Aims and listened to what was being said.

"Students are expected to raise their hand if they wished to speak, Mr--?"

"Weasly." Ron said while thrusting his hand up in the air.

Harry now had his hand up as well. Professor Umbridge gave Ron a disgusting toad like smile and turned her back to him and focused on Hemione whose hand was also up.

"Miss Granger, you wanted to ask something else?" she said.

"Yes, surely the whole purpose of having the mandatory course Defence Against the Dark Arts to practice these defencive spells?" Hermione asked bluntly.

"Have you been trained in education by the Ministry, Miss Granger?" she asked.

"No-"

"Well then you are not qualified to decide the 'point' of the class, are you not Miss Granger?" Professor Umbrige said in her sweet like tone.

"Well not knowing how to perform defencive spells won't help us any." Harry said loudly. He was not near to the point of boiling. Who the hell gave this thing the right to take away one of the only things that make him actually happy about his life? "If we get attac-"

'Hand, Mr. Potter." Professor Umbridge sang out.

Professor Umbridge, now completely ignoring him, turned her back. There was now a number of other students raising their hands and all had similar questions. Their reading had now been long forgotten and were more concerned with the use of magic.

The questions kept on flowing and Professor Umbridge respond with along the lines of 'If you study the theory well enough, you won't need to practice the spells at all' or 'You will be able to cast the spells under a controlled and safe environment.' When she called Lupin a half breed Harry decided enough was enough.

"What is theory going to do for us if we are attacked?" Harry shouted over everyone. "The real world won't hang out and wait for you to figure out how to cast a spell!"

"Mr. Potter," Umbridge said as she looked over to him. "The school is not the 'real world'. There is nothing waiting for you outside these walls. Who in their right mind would attack children?" She spoke in a dangerously soft tone.

Harry knew that if things rose to any higher level, it would not be good, but he was too far gone to stop. He was close to boiling over and did not notice that the class was now quiet and listening.

"Oh yeah, well let's think. Who could be waiting outside these walls." Harry said in a mocking tone. "Could there be dangerous creatures? No, of course not. Could there be insane wizards and witches that might attack us? No, no, no, there's nothing waiting for us right?" Harry was now standing up out of his seat. He could clearly see the rage within Professor Umbridge's eyes.

"Harry Potter, raise your ha-"

"NO!" He shouted over her. "Who would attack children? I don't know… maybe the one and only Lord Voldemort?"

The classes reaction was instant. Like he had just killed another human being in front of the whole class. A girls let out small screams and squeals, a couple of the boys gasped, and even Ron gasped.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." Professor Umbridge said.

Harry had now blown off most of his steam and had caught up with what had happened, but he did not care at all. He had had a hell of a day, and would not tolerate anymore bullshit.