Chapter Two- The Plans
The class ended early to the Slytherin's disappointment. Umbridge was threatening Harry, again, but was interrupted by the bell. The trio was walking down the corridor to Gryffindor Tower. "I didn't even want to think of what she could've said!" Hermione said in a very frustrated tone. "She has no- oh wait... she has a right to do that," she frowned. "I can't wait 'til Dumbledore's back," said Ron. "Then he'll try to threaten Umbridge." "That's right," said Harry. "Oh, and if she's gone, then someone will finally clean that dung in the hall," Hermione said thoughtfully. "They'll do that," said Harry. "And Fred and George wouldn't leave," Ron added frowning. "I could really use one of their fake wands right about now." "Same here," Harry agreed tonelessly. "Come on, mate... you've got some sort of plan... tell us," Ron turned the corner. "Just tell us what it is." Harry had a half-mind to tell them. "You'll find out soon enough..." "Harry..." Hermione warned him, "If this is anything dangerous..." "It's not dangerous..." "She's got a point," Ron added in a very Hermionish tone. "There's almost no chance of me getting into trouble." "Almost?!" Hermione said as if she was tearing her hair out. "That's right," Harry nodded in an obvious sort of way. "You'll find out tomorrow," He rushed off to the common room, ran into the boys' dormitory, locked the door, and flung himself on the bed. His mind was set and ready for the next afternoon, for the next class with Umbridge.
Harry then walked back into the common room and stayed there thinking about the little spells he would perform and when he'll perform them. He had been sitting on one of those sofas 'til after midnight and was very surprised when two very loud people came in the common room. "So... I'll meet you at the lake again tomorrow, same time?" A very familiar voice rang across the common room. "Alright, just make sure the giant squid won't find you, again." The other voice sounded worried. Harry didn't need to turn around to find out who those fifth years were. One was a very athletic boy (deep inside) and was a red head. The other was a very worrying girl with bushy hair. Ron and Hermione had just entered the common room.
The class ended early to the Slytherin's disappointment. Umbridge was threatening Harry, again, but was interrupted by the bell. The trio was walking down the corridor to Gryffindor Tower. "I didn't even want to think of what she could've said!" Hermione said in a very frustrated tone. "She has no- oh wait... she has a right to do that," she frowned. "I can't wait 'til Dumbledore's back," said Ron. "Then he'll try to threaten Umbridge." "That's right," said Harry. "Oh, and if she's gone, then someone will finally clean that dung in the hall," Hermione said thoughtfully. "They'll do that," said Harry. "And Fred and George wouldn't leave," Ron added frowning. "I could really use one of their fake wands right about now." "Same here," Harry agreed tonelessly. "Come on, mate... you've got some sort of plan... tell us," Ron turned the corner. "Just tell us what it is." Harry had a half-mind to tell them. "You'll find out soon enough..." "Harry..." Hermione warned him, "If this is anything dangerous..." "It's not dangerous..." "She's got a point," Ron added in a very Hermionish tone. "There's almost no chance of me getting into trouble." "Almost?!" Hermione said as if she was tearing her hair out. "That's right," Harry nodded in an obvious sort of way. "You'll find out tomorrow," He rushed off to the common room, ran into the boys' dormitory, locked the door, and flung himself on the bed. His mind was set and ready for the next afternoon, for the next class with Umbridge.
Harry then walked back into the common room and stayed there thinking about the little spells he would perform and when he'll perform them. He had been sitting on one of those sofas 'til after midnight and was very surprised when two very loud people came in the common room. "So... I'll meet you at the lake again tomorrow, same time?" A very familiar voice rang across the common room. "Alright, just make sure the giant squid won't find you, again." The other voice sounded worried. Harry didn't need to turn around to find out who those fifth years were. One was a very athletic boy (deep inside) and was a red head. The other was a very worrying girl with bushy hair. Ron and Hermione had just entered the common room.