An; ok I'm not Tipsy this time. Thanx for your reviews, and thanx especially to;

"hpcrazy()", yes, I was talking about American grading when I said Harry was getting straight A's, of course, in Harry Potter marking it would be mainly E's and some O's, as turning Harry into a total Spock isn't what I'm trying to do.

"jac()" And "Katani Petitedra" for telling me that Harry didn't fight an Norwegian Ridgeback fourth year, but a Hungarian Horntail. Sheesh, and I call myself a Harry fan! Oh well, I just read the fifth book for the sixth time so perhaps I'll get better.

Thanx to "Rocky235" For wishing me a wonderful Holiday, same back at ya, and to all of u HP crazies!!

And to ears91 thanx for reminding me that Cho Chang (I AM NOT GOING TO SAY WHAT I THINK ABOUT HER HERE BECAUSE ITS TOO RUDE FOR POLITE COMPANY!!) had graduated. I put her Partronus with all the others, oops.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A MERRY NEW YEAR!!! Or is it the other way around? I neva remember..

Chapter eleven has no name, its up to you guys.

The amount of Homework that the teachers were giving them began to grow. They had to keep star charts for Firenze and Trelawney (who each had different ideas on what they were for) and had to practice their sleeping charms for Flitwick, write and essay on the properties of Runes for McGonagall, another essay for Binns (the ghost) on the Darkest Wizards of all History discussing whether they have helped strengthen the community of Witches and Wizards (Ron snorted at that one), and to cap it all, Snape had assigned the three of them an particularly long and boring assignment of studying the long term effects of Dragon Scale on glass. In other words, they put some dragon scales in a beaker and left them there, glancing at it every now and then to see if the glass had melted or anything. As Dragon Scales were extremely diluted before being sold it was highly unlikely that anything would happen, but they had to do it anyway.

Harry and Ron were both now thoroughly sick and tired of doing homework on the Weekends, and both of them welcomed the chance of a weekend in Hogsmeade. Hermione fretted about her homework but Harry and Ron's united effort got her out in the sunshine, assuring her that she could visit her parents tomorrow. She seemed quite glad to give in, actually. To their surprise, Zonko's was now selling Fred and George's Crackers, and Ron bought a small set, saying that this would be good for when Gryffindor won the Quidditch Match. Harry, glancing at the Box saw a moving picture on it. The fireworks were red and gold, and the shape was a lion. He chuckled, But Hermione warned Ron not to count his chickens. This confused Ron immensely and Hermione and Harry spent the rest of the day explaining what the phrase meant to him. When it was five o'clock Hermione grabbed Harry's arm;

"Harry! I just remembered! We're supposed to make sure everyone leaves now, and tick their names of on this list." She pulled a scroll of parchment from her pocket and Harry raised an eyebrow at her, "I got it from McGonagall." She explained.

"Ok then. Ring the bell."

Hermione flicked her wand at the bell in the square and the bell tolled a deep, powerful note.

Students appeared, coming from shops and different streets. Hermione held out the list and as the children went past they tapped it with their wands, which is what they usually did, but normally Harry was the one who tapped it, now he was making sure that everyone tapped it. It felt weird.

When the wave of students had passed, Hermione looked at the list. Harry and Ron peered over her shoulders.

"Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle." Said Hermione.

Harry cracked his knuckles. Ron sighed, "It's just like them too. I reckon they're just trying to get us into trouble for leaving a student behind."

Harry noticed the 'us' and smiled at his friend.

Harry raised his voice, "MALFOY!! Bring out your little group!"

There wasn't any movement besides an old witch carting her shopping home across the square.

Hermione sighed.

"Should we go look for them?"

Hermione was just about to say yes when Harry said, "no."

"FIVE POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!" he called.

There was no movement.

"ANOTHER FIVE POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!" Hermione began to chuckle. When there was no movement she called, "FIVE MORE POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!"

Malfoy emerged from the three broomsticks, his little group trailing after him. Malfoy's face was red with rage. He stormed up to Hermione and stuffed his face into hers. She blinked.

"You ever take more points from Slytherin, Mudblood; you'll wish you were never born." He snarled in her face.

"I hear they're selling personalities in the local grocery. Do us a favor and go and buy one." Hermione retorted coolly.

Malfoy went pale with rage. He lifted his wand-

Harry pulled Hermione backwards, and stepped up to Malfoy. He was taller than the blond boy and found it easy to intimidate him.

"Go back to the Castle Malfoy. If you don't you'll find yourself in detention with McGonagall or Filch for the next week."

Malfoy scoffed, "you're a head boy. You don't have the power to do that."

Harry smile, but without warmth. "Try me. Dumbledore thought that under the circumstances that this year the head boy and girl should have a little more power. Since he expects an attack any day from your *uncle Voldemort*, " everyone winced, but Malfoy flinched, "that we should have the ability to control situations. Now get going. All of you."

The small group shot him murderous looks, but they went.

The three friends trailed a good way behind Malfoy's group, who had caught up with the rest of the students walking back to the castle. The sun was beginning to set and the Castle was bathed in a warm orange glow. The Forest was in Darkness, the tree's shadows spreading towards the drive that they were walking on.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked Hermione. She nodded, "I've been waiting for a chance to use that insult. I'm glad I got one."

Ron chuckled, but it suddenly sounded tinny in Harry's ears. He froze. With astonishing speed the light around them began to fade, and he heard the murmur of the students in front of him slow into an uneasy mutter. The stars faded, and everything went black. He students stopped, allowing the three friends to catch up. Harry could feel the cold trickling feeling he always felt. He raised his wand, thought of the instant he had caught the Snitch for the first time in first year, and bellowed "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!"

The silvery white stag burst from his wand, the biggest Harry had ever seen it, and charged in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Hermione yelled at the motionless students, "GET TO THE CASTLE!! GO!"

Response was immediate and drastic. Students fell over each other to get moving, and Harry ran forwards to help a fallen Third year, when he felt the coldness redouble. The boy curled into a tighter ball and whimpered, and Harry felt the mindless icy cold and knew a Dementor was standing over him, though he could not see it. "Prongs," he croaked as his knees gave way, "help."

Fog was clouding his eyes, just like when he had tried to save Sirius from the Dementor's not so far from this spot, three years ago. As he thought of his godfather Sirius' face swam into his vision with a disapproving look on his face. The message was obvious, 'you're not going to let them take you Harry. Stop acting the baby. Fight!'

Harry raised a shaking hand and reached out to the quivering first year touching the boys shoulder, the other grasping his wand firmly, but try as he might he couldn't think of the spell, he knew he knew it, he knew it was a stag but he couldn't make it. The first year whimpered again, and Harry turned his head and met a pair of terrified eyes. His wand grew hot, and he was on the Death Eaters Hole again, but only for a second, and then he was on his feet swinging around to face the Dementor. He got a glimpse of Ron and Hermione, out cold on the grass behind the towering being before he pointed his wand and yelled with every fibre of his being, "EX-PECT-O PAT- RON-UM!!!!"

Everything went white. The ground shook. He heard a scream, or thought he heard it and knew with sudden clarity that it was the Dementor's mind. The shaking died away with the light and the night was normal again, but only for a second. More Dementor's were coming. He spun and hoisted the quivering child to his feet and sent him with a hearty shove towards the castle. Then he ran to Hermione and Ron, who were waking up.

"Come ON!" he yelled at them, grabbing an arm each and dragged them forwards, forcing them to their feet. The stars were beginning to fade again and Harry cried "LUMOS!" as he ran. In all his years Harry never remembered running faster. Not in the chamber, not in the Dursley's when Dudley was chasing him, not ever. Ron and Hermione kept up with him and they pelted up the stairs to the castle and collapsed panting next to the third year. Footsteps sounded, and Harry looked up to see Dumbledore and McGonagall descending the great staircase.

"What has happened?" Dumbledore asked sharply, and then paused and Harry knew he too could feel the creeping coldness of the Dementor's. He turned and looked out the door behind him. Dementor's were floating smoothly towards the castle door.

Dumbledore turned calmly to McGonagall, "we shall have to move all the students to the Great Hall."

McGonagall nodded and hurried back up the stairs. More teachers were arriving, coming from classrooms and fireplaces. They congregated around Dumbledore who was now standing next to Harry. Madame Pomfrey pushed through the crowd and handed Harry, Ron, Hermione and the Third year a piece of chocolate each. Harry swallowed quickly and said to Dumbledore, "I've never seen so many." As he pushed himself to his feet. Something caught his eye out in the darkness and he saw with a small burst of pride that Prongs was still out there, charging Dementor's.

"Call it back Harry." Dumbledore's deep voice said from behind him. Harry raised his wand, which was still glowing from his lumos spell and Prongs paused, and then charged back towards him. When it reached the steps it leapt and disappeared, the reverse of its calling, turning back into mist and going back into his wand.

"Good. Now you and Miss Granger are in charge of the students."

Harry spun round and stared at Dumbledore. The old wizard smiled at him and said, "You will be needed there and you know why I won't allow you to fight."

Harry sighed and nodded, watching students descend the stairs.

"All there." Announced McGonagall, reappearing at Dumbledore's elbow, "except for you four." She said to the students standing behind Harry. They turned and entered the hall. Students were sitting at their house tables, and the chatter was loud and echoed around the room, too loud and Harry could see many pinched and worried faces.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! What's going on?" called Ginny from the Gryffindor table. Silence fell like a stone. Everyone was watching them. Harry cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "The school is being attacked by Dementor's."

Cries of horror and dismay burst from everywhere. There was a clang and Harry turned and saw the doors were shut. They were sealed in.

Suddenly there was food on the tables, most of it chocolate, and the murmur died as everyone began to eat. Harry sat next to Neville and ate a little, but he could still feel the trickling cold of the Dementor's, only a stone wall away. He shifted uncomfortably and stuck his hands in his pockets. He started in surprise when he felt a galleon there. He pulled it out and realized that it was the one that Hermione had made for him fifth year, when they were defying Umbridge. He tapped it with his wand and it glowed. He put it back in his pocket. Next to him Neville started and pulled his own galleon from a chain round his neck and looked at him suspiciously. All around the hall students were pausing and checking their pockets and shooting him anxious looks. He nodded once and Ernie Macmillian came over, which started a tide of all the DA members coming over to him.

"What do you want Harry?"

"Were the only ones here that can do Patronuses." Said Harry quietly. "I want everyone to be ready."

The nodded and drifted away, chatting amongst themselves for a time before heading back to house groups.

Once the meal was ended and things began to get noisy again Harry leand over to Hermione.

"What now?"

"Nothing to do but sleep I suppose."

"How are we going to do that? The tables are in the way!"

"I'll take care of it."

Harry was opening his mouth to ask what she was going to do when the doors to the hall flew open with a clang that shook through the ceiling. One of the students near the door shrieked and Harry saw the towering figure of a Dementor outlined against the doorway. The ceiling began to fade and the only light came from the windows, moonlight trickling slowly through them.

"DA members to the door, everyone else to the other end of the hall!" yelled Hermione and Harry stood angrily, watching more Dementor's appearing behind the first one.

"With me DA!" he bellowed over the heads of the shrieking students.

The DA came, jumping over tables, scuttling under chairs and shoving through frightened students. They formed a semi circle around the door and pointed their wands at the now rather large group of Dementor's. Neville's teeth were chattering, he could hear it from three places away.

"Ready!" he called into the sudden silence.

"GO! EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!"

Prongs, Hermione's otter and all the other silvery white beings. The Dementor's disappeared and the lights rose again, lighting the hall in the familiar yellow candle light. Harry, Ernie, Ginny and Ron ran forwards and Ginny and Ernie stepped out the doors, watching for more Dementor's as Ron and Harry heaved the doors to. Ginny and Ernie darted back in a second before the doors shut.

"We'll have to have a watch." Gunny said as she dusted of her robes. Harry nodded and turned back to the hall to find the tables gone and a pile of purple sleeping bags. A pile that was swiftly diminishing as students grabbed them.

"Prefects are in charge of their houses, lights out in ten." Called Hermione.

Harry joined her. "You'll take care of it huh?" he chuckled, "should've known."

The DA members crowded round asking for instructions. He appointed four watches an hour, two members at the huge doors and two at the smaller entrance near the teachers table. They would change every quarter hour.

Harry and Ron prowled among the sleeping bags and told people off for talking, and soon everything was quiet. Harry leant against a wall and stared at nothing. He was reliving every Dementor attack e had ever lived through, wondering at this new power. He didn't just defeat Dementor's when the white light came; he totally blew them from existence. And that, to his rather limited knowledge, was something no other Wizard or Witch could do.

He sighed and looked up at the candles. He had no idea what time it was, having lost his watch last year and he hadn't had enough time to get a new one. He watched idly as the candles bobbed up and down in their magical hold. He had been in the world for seven years, and still it never ceased to amaze him.

A flame flickered. Harry paused in his reverie and watched. The flame flickered again, bobbed down and then up and was still. And then things were happening. Harry was propelling himself forwards away from the wall and yelling "PROTEGO!" for a split second nothing happened and then the ground bucked and threw him several feet into the air. The Great doors blew open, off their hinges and disintegrated. Blocks of stone flew. He landed on his stomach on the stone floor. Through the dust Harry saw a group of Dementor's standing in the doorway. They were holding wands.

"NO WAY!!" he yelped.

As one the Dementor's raised their wands.

AN; since I haven't left many cliffies this time round I thought I would. Ya know, just to keep the tradition going.