Chapter 3 beta'd 5/7/04
"I don't ruddy believe it!" Shouted Ron, in the common room after Fred and George made their lengendary escape. "I really don't believe it!"
"Why Ron? You saw them with your own eyes," Hermione said to him.
"I know that!" he snapped, "Mum is gonna send me a howler...." he whimpered at the thought.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, confused, and said "Why?" Harry asked.
"Because mum will scold me for not doing anything..." pointing to his badge. "I'm doomed..." Ron buried his hand into his face. Harry thought about the Triwizard winnings and felt more guiltier.
"Ron, she can't blame you for that! There was nothing you could do," Hermione pointed out. "It seems like they planned this for a week or so..."
"Apparently," came the muffled sound.
"You know, I'm really surprised they got the premises in Diagon Alley, I wonder where they even GOT the money. I'm getting suspicious, have they gotten involved with stolen cauldrons?"
"Perhaps..." Ron said, looking up from his hand. Harry felt even more uncomfortable.
"Er--"
"What Harry?" Ron asked, Hermione watching him tentitevly.
"You know where they got the money?" Hermione asked, blanching.
"Oh no, they did nothing illegal if that's what you're wondering. I... I gave them my Triwizard winnings."
Ron perked up, "You did?! Great! Mum won't have to blame me!" Ron grinned, and Harry couldn't help but grinning as well. Hermione let out a calming sigh.
"Well that explians everything, nothing could point at Ron. They can point at you," Hermione smiled.
Harry suddenly remembered his Occulemency lessons. He looked at his watch which read 7:58.36 p.m.
"Oh shit!" Harry set off in a run down to the dungeon. Leaving his surprised and very confused pair. Hermione then figured out that he had occulemency lessons. Harry ran, and skipped a lot of stairs, and running past teachers, and crashing into few students. Who all yelled at him for being rude and carried on with their business. Two minutes and forty-five seconds later, he came to a screeching halt, and knocked on the door lightly.
"Come in," he drawled, Harry slowly opened the door and found him grading some papers. "You're on time today."
"Yes sir," he replied, very out of breath.
"We shall see if you actually practice, unlike in the previous month..." Harry knew what was coming, he can tell in the air. "Legilimens!" Harry braced, and felt him attacking his mind. The memories flashed before him, the first train ride to Hogwarts came in slowly and Draco came in to talk and insult them. Harry tried to regain focus, and yelled.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry caught Snape's wand, and saw his memories instead. He saw the younger version of Snape being bullied by his father's friend, taunting him. Then a professor gave him back his paper, which recieved Dreadful. A woman towered over a greasy haired kid, slapping him, it was then that Snape began to strangle Harry. He stopped the memories because of that. He saw that Snape was down on his knees and hands, panting.
"S-sorry sir..."
"Never mind that Potter, that was... ahem, that was very g-good Mr. Potter. Looks like you have finally got wits about you," Professor Snape said, stammering a bit. Seeing that he never complimented Harry, or anyone in Gryffindor for that matter. "Continue, Legillmens!"
Harry felt more confident as he shouted the word, and braced for impact again, this time he couldn't bring up any memories, and casted protego upon Professor Snape. A flicker of memories moving like series of movies. First meeting with James, and Sirius started on the train to Hogwarts. The two taunted him. Then another, where his father talked to him about being a deatheater while Snape had some hint of infatuation for Lily.
Scene changed, and Harry saw him following Voldemort up to Godric's Hallow, to where Lily and James went into hiding with Harry and felt intensed fear. He got in further into his mind, and almost witnessed when he recieved the Dark Mark, which was when he was in the summer before 7th year. Snape mustered up and casted expillarmus at Harry and got knocked back into the wall.
Snape was again on his knees and hands, sweating more prufusely. He set one foot on the floor with one knee still on the ground, balancing himself. "You... you should have ended it sooner!" He said in fury, but out of breath. Harry was almost at the door, in fear for himself, but Professor Snape stopped him. "HOLD it Potter. The lesson is not over yet."
He finally stood up, facing Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Drawing in a deep breath, staring at him.
"We shall keep practicing until you've mastered this. I'm sorry to say that you are not finished with me just yet. I merely was only going easy on you so you can at least improve."
Harry nodded his head in understanding, "Yes sir."
Without warning, he shouted "Legillmens!" Catching him off gaurd this time, and broke in, and got only so far to where the dementors came on the train, but he stopped, and forced him into focus and casted Jelly-Legs curse on Snape, but missed. He casted another curse which caused him to tickle and right on target.
Snape began to laugh, very unnaturally, but it sounds like his real laughter. Scenes flashed again in Harry's mind which aren't his own. He saw Lily, his mum, talking harshly to Snape for saying Mudblood, and slapped him. "Finite Incanteum!" Harry shouted before going any further. Snape wasn't on the floor this time ,but panting a bit hard.
". . . T-thank you Mr. Potter. Legillmens!" he attacked Harry again, picking up the pace. The exchange of going back and forth, and a few times Harry lost concentration when his memories recounted to more than 2 times but cut Snape off. At Ten o'clock, the two stopped for the night.
"Potter, same time, on Wednesday next week. Good night."
"Good night sir," Harry replied and almost went out of the door when Snape stopped him . . . again.
"Potter," he began, ". . . nevermind, just get out." Harry left the room, and closed the door and went back to his dormitory.
The next day, all over the school spoke nothing but the lengendary escape of Weasely, and the Hexed-Frog-Umbridge. For next several days, students, or call them rebellions. Because that's exactly what they were doing. Left and right, all the students excluding the Inquistorial squad, who kept taking off housepoints left and right. Trying to maintain order at Hogwarts. Some of them even tried to put Umbridge right, but to their horror. They've jinixed Umbridge even further. Instead of her Frog-eye look, became real frogs. Her skin became full of frog spots and bumps.
Which did nothing but stir up even more howls of laugh all around her. Umbridge tried using her wand, but nothing came except feeble sparks. She never looked so mad before her life. The thought of being half-frog and half-human which seemed to have blown her off the feet. Literally. Peeves had set invisble smal-bombs everywhere Umbridge went, and of course without her knowing. Ten nifflers have invaded her Office, and since she can't cast anything with her wand, the nifflers only came in even more. Attacking her rings, and necklaces whenever she tried to go into her office for safety.
The teachers at Hogwarts did nothing to help her, claiming that the students were out of control and didn't know how to set her right. Which angered Dolores Umbridge even more. The So-Called-Headmitress sought Filch, and stuck with him everwhere she went. The Inquistorial Squad wasn't improving as much as they were. Lessons were long forgotten. Even the Ravenclaws have abandoned all hope for studying or doing homework for the exams.
Meanwhile, at Ministry of Magic, Fudge haven't heard from ANYONE at Hogwarts. He started to get worried, since Dolores always sent him owl every three days. It's been six days since she wrote. Something was very wrong, and nothing seemed to add up. The minister barked to Percy Weasely, that they're going back to Hogwarts again, to see what was up. So, off they went and flooed into Umbridge's office, and got attacked immediatly, and saw nifflers all over the room, and three was currently attacking his watch necklace.
"Aurgh!!" Fudge screamed, and Percy came in after him, and also got attacked, for his badge being gold.
"Nifflers! What's going on?!" Percy yelled, pushing them away and ran into the hallway and shut the door. What they found in the hallway, was dungbombs all over the place. Filibuster fireworks going off, students jeering and making fun of Mrs. Norris, who is currently pink and orange with daises in her ears who yeowled loudly.
"STUDENTS!" That got them quiet, for only five seconds and returned to what they were doing. Up above, Peeves was unscrewing the chandeliers and fell to the spot where Percy's left foot was only moments ago.
"This is madness Minister! Where is Dolores Umbridge?!" The two set off, trying to avoid obstacles, and got in the way in some of coloring charms. By the time they reached the Great Hall, both men were now rainbows with hay and feathers floating about them. Very pissed off as they were, and found Umbridge, bawling at the head table.
"Dolores!"
"Secretary Umbridge!" Percy shouted over the voice and she looked up, sniffling and widened happily.
"CROAAAK!!" With a huge leap from the head table all the way to the doors that lead in there and landed in front of them. "Ribbit! Rbbbit croak!!"
Two men in front of Umbridge, looked on in baffled look. "Dolores? What's wrong with your voice? An-and-and YOUR LEGS!" Fudge blubbered. He took out his wand and finally set her legs right, and still yet to figure out her voice.
"Here, let me do it Minister!" Percy offered, and took out his wand and did a countercurse for her voice to normalacy.
"How dare-- wait, my voice!" she touched her throat happily, "Oh thank you so much Percy! Oh I would consider giving him a pay raise, don't you think Mr. Fudge?"
"Agreed, but what. Is. Going. ON. Around here?!" Fudge demanded.
"Oh it was awful!" she burst into tears again, completely lost control over herself. Being humilated for five days straight. "Awful, awful children!"
"We'll help in trying to return this place back to normal, and expell anyone who did this to you!"
"Don't bother yourself Fudge, the ones that did it, have all ready left Hogwarts of their own accord!"
"Who were they?" Percy demanded, writing all of things being said.
"Why, it was your twin brothers Percy!"
He fumbled his quill, and looked up at her, "No kidding? Well damn, I should have expected that. They had never listened to us. Me particularly, so did they give you that frog voice and the legs?"
"Just the," sniffs, "the legs."
"Oh, well who casted your voice then?"
"To be honest Minister, I don't know! Though HARRY seems to be the main suspect..."
"H-Harry Potter?" Fudge asked, looking more overjoyous. Umbridge smiled at him, seeing what would hold in store for Mr. Potter.
"Either him or Professor McGonagall. Thogh neither of them used thier wands... I never saw them drawing them."
"It could have been a wandless magic!" Fudge exclaimed. "We need somewhere to talk more about this... wait, hey you!" he called out to a student. Who turned out to be Dean Thomas.
What he saw, was Minister himself, "Y-yes?"
"Are students attending meals as usual?"
"Sorry, they come in and leave whenever they want, it's rebellion war around here . . ." Fudge's face turned purple.
"Thank you for your information Mister, now shoo!" Dean left in a hurry.
In the next corridor over, and spotted Harry and his friends. "Harry!"
"Yeah Dean?" Harry replied, confused.
"Guess who's here!"
"Who?" he asked dumbly.
"Minister! Umbridge's back to normal! This isn't good you know!" Harry paled, the story had gotten about when Harry gave her the frog- language.
"Oh no," Hermione whined, "This is not good at all!" Ron paled as well, unable to speak but his ears went red in anger.
Harry looked at the three, Ron, Hermione and Dean. "Guys, I have a plan..."
"Another one?" Hermione asked, cautiously.
"Yeah, I'm getting out of here," Harry said almost too casually.
"WHAT?!" shouted the three at Harry.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"That's crazy!"
"Umbridge will get you!"
"Guys, calm down," Harry said, taking out his gold coin and pointed to meet in the room of Requirement in ten minutes flat.
Ten minutes later, almost everyone except the Sneak have arrived there.
"What's going on Harry? I thought we wouldn't do the meeting again!"
"We aren't, I'm just telling you all that I'm going into hiding."
The murmuring broke out, worried and awed phrases at Harry. He held up his hand again. "Don't worry about me you guys, I will still see some of you. I need you guys to start some sort of rumor that someone in slytherin had given her the frog-language. That's all you need to do. Okay, I ask you to please leave so I can discuss further with someone else."
Argument broke out again, accusing him not trusting him. He held up his hand again. "Guys, I do trust you, but this matter will be much safer if very few people know about it. There will be less chance of finding something out for Umbridge."
This seemed to leave some unsettled feelings but decided they should go, but only seperately. Last one who left, was Dean. Harry turned to Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
"I will still take O.W.L.s, only under invisibilty cloak, and I will talk to S-Professor Snape about that."
"Are you out of your mind?! He wants to expell you!" Ron argued.
"I know, but it's worth the shot isn't?"
"What about McGonagall?" Ginny asked.
"I have a feeling that Umbridge will try to get her since she was in the room with me when she started croaking," he said quietly.
"Oh, makes sense..." Hermione talked mostly to herself.
"And I will still attend SOME classes."
"What classes?" Hermione asked.
"Potions," Harry said with a shudder, "Transfiguration, and Charms."
"Oh, well that's good isn't it? But what about the Slytherins?"
". . . I'll try to settle that with Professor Snape."
"What is it with you and Snape lately? You two seemed almost mutual for past few days..." Ron asked.
"Let's just say that something happened in Occulmency, and leave it at that."
"Whatever you say mate," Ron said, patting on Harry's shoulder and went out of the door. Hermione and Ginny left with their goodbyes to him. Harry picked up his maurader map, and saw Fudge making his way to the very corrirdor that Room of Requirment is at and slung over his invisibitly cloak over him and waited for him to enter the room and thought to himself that he needed the room to look like a cupboard room and did exactly that. Fudge looked in and looked very disappointed, and the door was wide ajar, and made his way around Fudge and made his way down to Gryffindor Tower. He saw Ron standing next to the portrait and spoke to him.
"Ron?" He made him jump since he was invisible. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you of course, you'll need your stuff right?"
"Yeah, I do, listen, can you try to carry them all to the one-eyed witch and behind the statue?"
"Sure thing," Ron said the password and went in and came back out with his trunk and set down to where the hidden tunnel is.
"Wait Ron, you'll need this," he handed over the map, so he wouldn't get caught with the trunk. Which would be very suspicious to anyone.
"Smart thinking Harry, I'll leave this with your stuff as well, see you later mate."
Harry set off towards the dungeons to where Professor Snape is at. He saw Umbridge in the room with him, and felt a swirl of anger rise in his throat and waited. He dared not evasdrop on them. But he only got few words in.
"Truth . . . full-cycle . . ." Professor Snape was saying.
"Outrageous . . . Lucius . . . of yourself!" Umbridge left the room, very angry. Harry decided to wait another ten minutes so he would appear as if he was overhearing their conversation. Luckily during that time, Snape had been grading his papers. He then took off his cloak and set it in his bookbag and knocked on the door.
"I said that veritaserum isn't possible at the moment Umbridge!" he curtly said, half shouting.
"Um, Professor, it's m-me..." Harry said meekly.
"Oh, er-- well enter!" Harry entered quickly. "Well?"
"Um," Harry felt a huge rock settled in his stomach. "Erm, I know you always wanted m-me, er can I cast silencing charm on this room?" Professor stared at him hard, and nodded slightly, Harry casted the charm on the door. "Anyways, I know in the past you wanted me to be expelled . . ."
"If you're thinking of being expelled now, that's out of question."
"No, that's not what I meant," Harry said quickly.
"Well, what is it then?" He said quickly, patience wearing thin.
"I-I'm thinking of going into hide. I know very well that Umbridge," he spat the name, "will try to expell me."
"Are you saying you did the frog-language upon her?" He squinted at him.
"You wouldn't tell her would you?" Harry said quickly.
"So you did that then huh?" He said, amused.
"Er-- Yes I did... so I'm going into hiding, but I'll still come to some of the lessons . . . and of course, O.W.L.s too."
"What are you getting at Potter?"
"Well, I'll need to take Potions won't I?"
". . . And how do you purpose that? Surely you are in classroom filled with Slytherins.
Harry sighed, "I'm sure you remember a special cloak of mine back in my third year."
Snape rose his eyebrows, "Ah, then how do you explian floating things?"
"Well, you know how Hermione loves to do assignments . . ."
"Hmm, well I'll find a way so she can't correct you. Maybe under the table," he half-chuckled to himself.
"That's a great idea professor!"
"Perhaps . . . as for the other classes?"
"I'll still attend Transfiguration as long McGonagall is still here, and Charms too."
"What do you mean Professor McGonagall? What about her?"
"I just have an inkling that she could be sacked," Harry said in softest voice he could muster.
"And why?"
"The reason I gave her the frog-language is because I was in career consultant and . . . well you can figure from there . . ."
"Ah, lost control? Tsk, tsk, I would take off points for that, but too bad, you don't have any points left . . ."
" . . ." Harry stayed silent.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I guess for improvement in Occulmency and, actually trusting me with this, I'll give you one-hundred points so I can take off points from Gryffindors. Harry stared at him, flabberghasted.
"What? I want to have my fun with them won't I?"
Harry shook his head, "Whatever you say Professor Snape."
"3 points off from Gryffindor for saying that phrase in my presence!"
"Wha-?"
"Anyways," he drawled, "Where are you hiding?"
"Can you really keep this to yourself? Not even Ron or Hermione knows where I'm going."
"Really? I thought you shared everything between you and your friends . . ."
"You'd be surprised how much stuff I hide from them," Harry muttered darkly. Snape didn' say anything, but rose his eyebrows even further up, if that were possible.
"Well, yes you can trust me, I am the best Occulenmist for a reason you know."
Harry hestiated, and muttered again.
"What was that Potter? Hogsmeade?"
"No, Sh-Shrieking shack," he replied more clearly but still muttering.
"Ah, very well Potter," Snape said, leaning back into the back of his chair. "We shall see, we shall see..."
"Oh, and can you work something about the O.W.L.s Professor?"
"I'll talk to one privately," he replied crisply.
"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me," Harry said, trying not to smile. After all, he is still scared of Potions Master.
"I guess I was wrong in judging you Potter, You hardly compare to James at all."
"Er-- I think I'll take my leave now, good night and I'll come tomorrow for class." Harry swung over his cloak, looking at Snape who coldly stared back. "Bye professor," he opened and closed the door and went down to One-Eyed witch and said the incantation to get in the tunnel. He looked over the map, and every corridor that leaded to the Front Doors were clear, for the moment. all the teachers who were about are several floors above or below Harry. He shrunk the trunk and pocketed it and went off to the Whomping Willow.
"I don't ruddy believe it!" Shouted Ron, in the common room after Fred and George made their lengendary escape. "I really don't believe it!"
"Why Ron? You saw them with your own eyes," Hermione said to him.
"I know that!" he snapped, "Mum is gonna send me a howler...." he whimpered at the thought.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, confused, and said "Why?" Harry asked.
"Because mum will scold me for not doing anything..." pointing to his badge. "I'm doomed..." Ron buried his hand into his face. Harry thought about the Triwizard winnings and felt more guiltier.
"Ron, she can't blame you for that! There was nothing you could do," Hermione pointed out. "It seems like they planned this for a week or so..."
"Apparently," came the muffled sound.
"You know, I'm really surprised they got the premises in Diagon Alley, I wonder where they even GOT the money. I'm getting suspicious, have they gotten involved with stolen cauldrons?"
"Perhaps..." Ron said, looking up from his hand. Harry felt even more uncomfortable.
"Er--"
"What Harry?" Ron asked, Hermione watching him tentitevly.
"You know where they got the money?" Hermione asked, blanching.
"Oh no, they did nothing illegal if that's what you're wondering. I... I gave them my Triwizard winnings."
Ron perked up, "You did?! Great! Mum won't have to blame me!" Ron grinned, and Harry couldn't help but grinning as well. Hermione let out a calming sigh.
"Well that explians everything, nothing could point at Ron. They can point at you," Hermione smiled.
Harry suddenly remembered his Occulemency lessons. He looked at his watch which read 7:58.36 p.m.
"Oh shit!" Harry set off in a run down to the dungeon. Leaving his surprised and very confused pair. Hermione then figured out that he had occulemency lessons. Harry ran, and skipped a lot of stairs, and running past teachers, and crashing into few students. Who all yelled at him for being rude and carried on with their business. Two minutes and forty-five seconds later, he came to a screeching halt, and knocked on the door lightly.
"Come in," he drawled, Harry slowly opened the door and found him grading some papers. "You're on time today."
"Yes sir," he replied, very out of breath.
"We shall see if you actually practice, unlike in the previous month..." Harry knew what was coming, he can tell in the air. "Legilimens!" Harry braced, and felt him attacking his mind. The memories flashed before him, the first train ride to Hogwarts came in slowly and Draco came in to talk and insult them. Harry tried to regain focus, and yelled.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry caught Snape's wand, and saw his memories instead. He saw the younger version of Snape being bullied by his father's friend, taunting him. Then a professor gave him back his paper, which recieved Dreadful. A woman towered over a greasy haired kid, slapping him, it was then that Snape began to strangle Harry. He stopped the memories because of that. He saw that Snape was down on his knees and hands, panting.
"S-sorry sir..."
"Never mind that Potter, that was... ahem, that was very g-good Mr. Potter. Looks like you have finally got wits about you," Professor Snape said, stammering a bit. Seeing that he never complimented Harry, or anyone in Gryffindor for that matter. "Continue, Legillmens!"
Harry felt more confident as he shouted the word, and braced for impact again, this time he couldn't bring up any memories, and casted protego upon Professor Snape. A flicker of memories moving like series of movies. First meeting with James, and Sirius started on the train to Hogwarts. The two taunted him. Then another, where his father talked to him about being a deatheater while Snape had some hint of infatuation for Lily.
Scene changed, and Harry saw him following Voldemort up to Godric's Hallow, to where Lily and James went into hiding with Harry and felt intensed fear. He got in further into his mind, and almost witnessed when he recieved the Dark Mark, which was when he was in the summer before 7th year. Snape mustered up and casted expillarmus at Harry and got knocked back into the wall.
Snape was again on his knees and hands, sweating more prufusely. He set one foot on the floor with one knee still on the ground, balancing himself. "You... you should have ended it sooner!" He said in fury, but out of breath. Harry was almost at the door, in fear for himself, but Professor Snape stopped him. "HOLD it Potter. The lesson is not over yet."
He finally stood up, facing Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Drawing in a deep breath, staring at him.
"We shall keep practicing until you've mastered this. I'm sorry to say that you are not finished with me just yet. I merely was only going easy on you so you can at least improve."
Harry nodded his head in understanding, "Yes sir."
Without warning, he shouted "Legillmens!" Catching him off gaurd this time, and broke in, and got only so far to where the dementors came on the train, but he stopped, and forced him into focus and casted Jelly-Legs curse on Snape, but missed. He casted another curse which caused him to tickle and right on target.
Snape began to laugh, very unnaturally, but it sounds like his real laughter. Scenes flashed again in Harry's mind which aren't his own. He saw Lily, his mum, talking harshly to Snape for saying Mudblood, and slapped him. "Finite Incanteum!" Harry shouted before going any further. Snape wasn't on the floor this time ,but panting a bit hard.
". . . T-thank you Mr. Potter. Legillmens!" he attacked Harry again, picking up the pace. The exchange of going back and forth, and a few times Harry lost concentration when his memories recounted to more than 2 times but cut Snape off. At Ten o'clock, the two stopped for the night.
"Potter, same time, on Wednesday next week. Good night."
"Good night sir," Harry replied and almost went out of the door when Snape stopped him . . . again.
"Potter," he began, ". . . nevermind, just get out." Harry left the room, and closed the door and went back to his dormitory.
The next day, all over the school spoke nothing but the lengendary escape of Weasely, and the Hexed-Frog-Umbridge. For next several days, students, or call them rebellions. Because that's exactly what they were doing. Left and right, all the students excluding the Inquistorial squad, who kept taking off housepoints left and right. Trying to maintain order at Hogwarts. Some of them even tried to put Umbridge right, but to their horror. They've jinixed Umbridge even further. Instead of her Frog-eye look, became real frogs. Her skin became full of frog spots and bumps.
Which did nothing but stir up even more howls of laugh all around her. Umbridge tried using her wand, but nothing came except feeble sparks. She never looked so mad before her life. The thought of being half-frog and half-human which seemed to have blown her off the feet. Literally. Peeves had set invisble smal-bombs everywhere Umbridge went, and of course without her knowing. Ten nifflers have invaded her Office, and since she can't cast anything with her wand, the nifflers only came in even more. Attacking her rings, and necklaces whenever she tried to go into her office for safety.
The teachers at Hogwarts did nothing to help her, claiming that the students were out of control and didn't know how to set her right. Which angered Dolores Umbridge even more. The So-Called-Headmitress sought Filch, and stuck with him everwhere she went. The Inquistorial Squad wasn't improving as much as they were. Lessons were long forgotten. Even the Ravenclaws have abandoned all hope for studying or doing homework for the exams.
Meanwhile, at Ministry of Magic, Fudge haven't heard from ANYONE at Hogwarts. He started to get worried, since Dolores always sent him owl every three days. It's been six days since she wrote. Something was very wrong, and nothing seemed to add up. The minister barked to Percy Weasely, that they're going back to Hogwarts again, to see what was up. So, off they went and flooed into Umbridge's office, and got attacked immediatly, and saw nifflers all over the room, and three was currently attacking his watch necklace.
"Aurgh!!" Fudge screamed, and Percy came in after him, and also got attacked, for his badge being gold.
"Nifflers! What's going on?!" Percy yelled, pushing them away and ran into the hallway and shut the door. What they found in the hallway, was dungbombs all over the place. Filibuster fireworks going off, students jeering and making fun of Mrs. Norris, who is currently pink and orange with daises in her ears who yeowled loudly.
"STUDENTS!" That got them quiet, for only five seconds and returned to what they were doing. Up above, Peeves was unscrewing the chandeliers and fell to the spot where Percy's left foot was only moments ago.
"This is madness Minister! Where is Dolores Umbridge?!" The two set off, trying to avoid obstacles, and got in the way in some of coloring charms. By the time they reached the Great Hall, both men were now rainbows with hay and feathers floating about them. Very pissed off as they were, and found Umbridge, bawling at the head table.
"Dolores!"
"Secretary Umbridge!" Percy shouted over the voice and she looked up, sniffling and widened happily.
"CROAAAK!!" With a huge leap from the head table all the way to the doors that lead in there and landed in front of them. "Ribbit! Rbbbit croak!!"
Two men in front of Umbridge, looked on in baffled look. "Dolores? What's wrong with your voice? An-and-and YOUR LEGS!" Fudge blubbered. He took out his wand and finally set her legs right, and still yet to figure out her voice.
"Here, let me do it Minister!" Percy offered, and took out his wand and did a countercurse for her voice to normalacy.
"How dare-- wait, my voice!" she touched her throat happily, "Oh thank you so much Percy! Oh I would consider giving him a pay raise, don't you think Mr. Fudge?"
"Agreed, but what. Is. Going. ON. Around here?!" Fudge demanded.
"Oh it was awful!" she burst into tears again, completely lost control over herself. Being humilated for five days straight. "Awful, awful children!"
"We'll help in trying to return this place back to normal, and expell anyone who did this to you!"
"Don't bother yourself Fudge, the ones that did it, have all ready left Hogwarts of their own accord!"
"Who were they?" Percy demanded, writing all of things being said.
"Why, it was your twin brothers Percy!"
He fumbled his quill, and looked up at her, "No kidding? Well damn, I should have expected that. They had never listened to us. Me particularly, so did they give you that frog voice and the legs?"
"Just the," sniffs, "the legs."
"Oh, well who casted your voice then?"
"To be honest Minister, I don't know! Though HARRY seems to be the main suspect..."
"H-Harry Potter?" Fudge asked, looking more overjoyous. Umbridge smiled at him, seeing what would hold in store for Mr. Potter.
"Either him or Professor McGonagall. Thogh neither of them used thier wands... I never saw them drawing them."
"It could have been a wandless magic!" Fudge exclaimed. "We need somewhere to talk more about this... wait, hey you!" he called out to a student. Who turned out to be Dean Thomas.
What he saw, was Minister himself, "Y-yes?"
"Are students attending meals as usual?"
"Sorry, they come in and leave whenever they want, it's rebellion war around here . . ." Fudge's face turned purple.
"Thank you for your information Mister, now shoo!" Dean left in a hurry.
In the next corridor over, and spotted Harry and his friends. "Harry!"
"Yeah Dean?" Harry replied, confused.
"Guess who's here!"
"Who?" he asked dumbly.
"Minister! Umbridge's back to normal! This isn't good you know!" Harry paled, the story had gotten about when Harry gave her the frog- language.
"Oh no," Hermione whined, "This is not good at all!" Ron paled as well, unable to speak but his ears went red in anger.
Harry looked at the three, Ron, Hermione and Dean. "Guys, I have a plan..."
"Another one?" Hermione asked, cautiously.
"Yeah, I'm getting out of here," Harry said almost too casually.
"WHAT?!" shouted the three at Harry.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"That's crazy!"
"Umbridge will get you!"
"Guys, calm down," Harry said, taking out his gold coin and pointed to meet in the room of Requirement in ten minutes flat.
Ten minutes later, almost everyone except the Sneak have arrived there.
"What's going on Harry? I thought we wouldn't do the meeting again!"
"We aren't, I'm just telling you all that I'm going into hiding."
The murmuring broke out, worried and awed phrases at Harry. He held up his hand again. "Don't worry about me you guys, I will still see some of you. I need you guys to start some sort of rumor that someone in slytherin had given her the frog-language. That's all you need to do. Okay, I ask you to please leave so I can discuss further with someone else."
Argument broke out again, accusing him not trusting him. He held up his hand again. "Guys, I do trust you, but this matter will be much safer if very few people know about it. There will be less chance of finding something out for Umbridge."
This seemed to leave some unsettled feelings but decided they should go, but only seperately. Last one who left, was Dean. Harry turned to Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
"I will still take O.W.L.s, only under invisibilty cloak, and I will talk to S-Professor Snape about that."
"Are you out of your mind?! He wants to expell you!" Ron argued.
"I know, but it's worth the shot isn't?"
"What about McGonagall?" Ginny asked.
"I have a feeling that Umbridge will try to get her since she was in the room with me when she started croaking," he said quietly.
"Oh, makes sense..." Hermione talked mostly to herself.
"And I will still attend SOME classes."
"What classes?" Hermione asked.
"Potions," Harry said with a shudder, "Transfiguration, and Charms."
"Oh, well that's good isn't it? But what about the Slytherins?"
". . . I'll try to settle that with Professor Snape."
"What is it with you and Snape lately? You two seemed almost mutual for past few days..." Ron asked.
"Let's just say that something happened in Occulmency, and leave it at that."
"Whatever you say mate," Ron said, patting on Harry's shoulder and went out of the door. Hermione and Ginny left with their goodbyes to him. Harry picked up his maurader map, and saw Fudge making his way to the very corrirdor that Room of Requirment is at and slung over his invisibitly cloak over him and waited for him to enter the room and thought to himself that he needed the room to look like a cupboard room and did exactly that. Fudge looked in and looked very disappointed, and the door was wide ajar, and made his way around Fudge and made his way down to Gryffindor Tower. He saw Ron standing next to the portrait and spoke to him.
"Ron?" He made him jump since he was invisible. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you of course, you'll need your stuff right?"
"Yeah, I do, listen, can you try to carry them all to the one-eyed witch and behind the statue?"
"Sure thing," Ron said the password and went in and came back out with his trunk and set down to where the hidden tunnel is.
"Wait Ron, you'll need this," he handed over the map, so he wouldn't get caught with the trunk. Which would be very suspicious to anyone.
"Smart thinking Harry, I'll leave this with your stuff as well, see you later mate."
Harry set off towards the dungeons to where Professor Snape is at. He saw Umbridge in the room with him, and felt a swirl of anger rise in his throat and waited. He dared not evasdrop on them. But he only got few words in.
"Truth . . . full-cycle . . ." Professor Snape was saying.
"Outrageous . . . Lucius . . . of yourself!" Umbridge left the room, very angry. Harry decided to wait another ten minutes so he would appear as if he was overhearing their conversation. Luckily during that time, Snape had been grading his papers. He then took off his cloak and set it in his bookbag and knocked on the door.
"I said that veritaserum isn't possible at the moment Umbridge!" he curtly said, half shouting.
"Um, Professor, it's m-me..." Harry said meekly.
"Oh, er-- well enter!" Harry entered quickly. "Well?"
"Um," Harry felt a huge rock settled in his stomach. "Erm, I know you always wanted m-me, er can I cast silencing charm on this room?" Professor stared at him hard, and nodded slightly, Harry casted the charm on the door. "Anyways, I know in the past you wanted me to be expelled . . ."
"If you're thinking of being expelled now, that's out of question."
"No, that's not what I meant," Harry said quickly.
"Well, what is it then?" He said quickly, patience wearing thin.
"I-I'm thinking of going into hide. I know very well that Umbridge," he spat the name, "will try to expell me."
"Are you saying you did the frog-language upon her?" He squinted at him.
"You wouldn't tell her would you?" Harry said quickly.
"So you did that then huh?" He said, amused.
"Er-- Yes I did... so I'm going into hiding, but I'll still come to some of the lessons . . . and of course, O.W.L.s too."
"What are you getting at Potter?"
"Well, I'll need to take Potions won't I?"
". . . And how do you purpose that? Surely you are in classroom filled with Slytherins.
Harry sighed, "I'm sure you remember a special cloak of mine back in my third year."
Snape rose his eyebrows, "Ah, then how do you explian floating things?"
"Well, you know how Hermione loves to do assignments . . ."
"Hmm, well I'll find a way so she can't correct you. Maybe under the table," he half-chuckled to himself.
"That's a great idea professor!"
"Perhaps . . . as for the other classes?"
"I'll still attend Transfiguration as long McGonagall is still here, and Charms too."
"What do you mean Professor McGonagall? What about her?"
"I just have an inkling that she could be sacked," Harry said in softest voice he could muster.
"And why?"
"The reason I gave her the frog-language is because I was in career consultant and . . . well you can figure from there . . ."
"Ah, lost control? Tsk, tsk, I would take off points for that, but too bad, you don't have any points left . . ."
" . . ." Harry stayed silent.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I guess for improvement in Occulmency and, actually trusting me with this, I'll give you one-hundred points so I can take off points from Gryffindors. Harry stared at him, flabberghasted.
"What? I want to have my fun with them won't I?"
Harry shook his head, "Whatever you say Professor Snape."
"3 points off from Gryffindor for saying that phrase in my presence!"
"Wha-?"
"Anyways," he drawled, "Where are you hiding?"
"Can you really keep this to yourself? Not even Ron or Hermione knows where I'm going."
"Really? I thought you shared everything between you and your friends . . ."
"You'd be surprised how much stuff I hide from them," Harry muttered darkly. Snape didn' say anything, but rose his eyebrows even further up, if that were possible.
"Well, yes you can trust me, I am the best Occulenmist for a reason you know."
Harry hestiated, and muttered again.
"What was that Potter? Hogsmeade?"
"No, Sh-Shrieking shack," he replied more clearly but still muttering.
"Ah, very well Potter," Snape said, leaning back into the back of his chair. "We shall see, we shall see..."
"Oh, and can you work something about the O.W.L.s Professor?"
"I'll talk to one privately," he replied crisply.
"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me," Harry said, trying not to smile. After all, he is still scared of Potions Master.
"I guess I was wrong in judging you Potter, You hardly compare to James at all."
"Er-- I think I'll take my leave now, good night and I'll come tomorrow for class." Harry swung over his cloak, looking at Snape who coldly stared back. "Bye professor," he opened and closed the door and went down to One-Eyed witch and said the incantation to get in the tunnel. He looked over the map, and every corridor that leaded to the Front Doors were clear, for the moment. all the teachers who were about are several floors above or below Harry. He shrunk the trunk and pocketed it and went off to the Whomping Willow.