Dear Cho,
Sorry for the long delay in answering your letter. Dumbledore
figures I'm pretty high on Voldemort's death list, so he ordered
every strange owl heading to my place intercepted and the letters
they carried confiscated - in case someone got the bright idea of
sending me a portkey. I only got your letter a few days ago.
No, I'm not mad at you, and I must apologize for my overreaction
when you defended Marietta. My only excuse is that I was seriously
stressed out that year - it's a long story. I realize that you were
only sticking up to your friend, and that she only acted out of fear.
However, while I don't blame you for anything, I can't just forgive
Marietta. If it hadn't been for Dumbledore I can guarantee you that I
would have been expelled. It is likely that Umbridge would have expelled
all the other DA members, too - including you. The only reason why we
weren't expelled is because Dumbledore assumed the blame for the DA,
which in turn caused his removal as headmaster.
In any case, I haven't made up my mind yet whether to continue with
the DA or not. We only started it because of that cow Umbridge, remember?
I'll let you and the rest of the members know when we return to Hogwarts
and see what the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is like.
And I'm not going to kick you out. The door to the Room of Requirement
will always be open for you.
I'm sorry things didn't work out between us.
Harry.
Harry nodded to himself. That would have to do... he had never been any good with words. Carefully he sealed the envelope, gathered up several other letters to various DA members, and got up from the bed he had been sitting cross-legged on.
"Got a big job for you, girl," Harry said to Hedwig who was sitting on top of the wardrobe. "No less than seventeen letters. Think you can handle it?"
Hedwig gave him a look that said: "Of course I can!" and swooped down to Harry's bed. She gently took the letters in her beak, took off and flew out of the already open window. Lost in thought, Harry stared after her until she became a speck in the sky. He had been in the Order headquarters for several days now, and he still hadn't been able to sort out his feelings for Cho. He tried to imagine the Ravenclaw girl in front of him; black hair reaching well bellow her shoulders, dark eyes gleaming with intelligence, her Asiatic features, her slightly lopsided smile. Six months ago his heart would have leaped at the mere thought of her, but now he felt... something he couldn't quite define. A mix of confusion, irritation, longing and something else.
"So I don't have a crush on her anymore," Harry thought. "Then why do I feel annoyed at her dating Michael Corner?"
"Harry, are you ready?"
Harry gave himself a shake and turned around to see Professor Dumbledore standing in the doorway. "Sure," he said. Today was the day when he had to testify in Umbridge's trial. The rest of his soul searching would have to wait.
Being back in the Ministry of Magic brought back memories Harry rather wanted to forget. Sirius had died only one level further up, and although Harry had begun to accept that he would never see his godfather again, it didn't keep him from turning gloomy. That Cornelius Fudge was waiting for them outside Courtroom Ten didn't make things better.
Harry was shocked at how much weight the Minister had lost since the last time he saw him. Fudge's robes looked like they were at least two sizes too large, and his red-rimmed eyes clearly told of a man who had trouble sleeping at night.
"Hello, Albus," Fudge said to Dumbledore with a smile that looked oddly out of place in that tired face. His eyes moved down to Harry who stiffened under his gaze. "And young Mr Potter," Fudge continued in his best grandfatherly voice.
"Oh, so I'm 'Mr Potter' now?" Harry thought sourly. "Not Potter the Raving Egomaniac?"
"Good day, Cornelius," Dumbledore said in a neutral tone of voice and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Is the Wizengamot assembled?"
"Yes, Albus," Fudge said and coughed. "Listen, I can't say how sorry I am for giving Dolores as much power as I did. I would never have condoned the use of a Blood Quill on students!"
"That apology should be given to the victims, not to me," Dumbledore said, and there was a flicker of anger in his eyes. Fudge looked ashamed. Dumbledore turned to address Harry: "When we enter, go straight to the benches and sit down. I will call for you when you shall testify." Harry nodded in agreement.
The murmur of quiet conversations died out as they entered the courtroom. Harry did as they had been told, and found a spot to sit near the door. The only thing that broke the silence was Dumbledore and Fudge's soft footsteps as they crossed the room and took their places beside Madam Bones.
"Bring in the accused," Dumbledore intoned.
The doors to the courtroom opened and two members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad entered, escorting Umbridge between them. She was dragging her feet, a look of desperation and denial on her face. Her eyes constantly darted to left and right as if she were looking for some means of escape. At the sight of Dumbledore she turned pale and looked ready to faint.
The two Law Enforcement Wizards roughly dragged her across the room and unceremoniously dumped her down in the chair Harry had seen Karakoff being confined to in Dumbledore's Pensieve. The chains reacted like vipers and Umbridge let out a short cry when they seized her wrists and ankles.
"August 6th, 1996: Dolores Jane Umbridge stand accused for violating the International Ban on Dark Arts Objects and the Code of Wizard-Dementor Relations," Dumbledore said.
Umbridge looked around pleadingly, but was met with stony expressions wherever she turned. Her searching eyes finally found Harry among the sea of plum-covered robes, and a look of pure hate twisted her face.
Dumbledore continued after a brief pause. "Interrogators: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Warlock; and Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Court Secretary: Percival Ignatius Weasley."
Harry's head snapped up to look at Percy who was sitting at the edge of one bench, hunched over a parchment and ready to take notes. Harry hadn't thought of the possibility that Percy might be here this day. Even though he had abandoned his entire family he didn't seem to have a care a world, which Harry thought strange. After Fudge publicly admitted that Voldemort was back, he would have expected some sort of reaction from Percy.
"Persecutor's witnesses: Harry James Potter, Lee Jordan..." Dumbledore proceeded to list at least a dozen other Hogwarts students in addition to a few names Harry had never heard before. "Defence witnesses..." Dumbledore paused again briefly. "Ms Umbridge has been unable to find anyone willing to testify on her behalf."
"Well, I'm not surprised," Harry thought grimly. "Who would want to testify for that cow?"
"The accused is charged with the following," Dumbledore continued, in a voice hard as stone. "Being in possession of a Class C Dark Arts Object known as a 'Blood Quill', thereby violating the International Ban on Dark Arts Objects, Section A Paragraph 12; using said Dark Arts object to inflict injury on fourteen students on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, thereby violating Section B Paragraph 14 of the same law; ordering two Dementors to stage an unprovoked attack on Harry James Potter, thereby violating the Code of Wizard-Dementor Relations, Clause One."
Umbridge had closed her eyes, muttering something Harry couldn't hear. Trying to read on her lips, he could make out: "This is not happening to me, this is not happening to me!"
"Ms Umbridge," Dumbledore said, and Umbridge's eyelids shot up. "Did you at any time during the school year 19951996 force students at Hogwarts to use the Blood Quill we have now confiscated?"
Umbridge shook her head frantically. "No, no, no, I did not!"
"Did you at August 2nd, 1995 order two Dementors to attack Mr Potter?"
"No!" Umbridge shouted. Her face had now turned ashen.
"Very well," Dumbledore said. He pulled out his wand and waved it. A comfortable-looking armchair materialized a few yards to the left of Umbridge. "The Wizengamot calls forth its first witness: Harry James Potter."
That was his cue. The room erupted in whispers as Harry stepped down from the benches and sat down in the armchair. He was very careful in not even glancing at Umbridge, but he could feel her stare like a hot poker.
"Mr Potter," Dumbledore said formally, and the whispers abruptly stopped. "Were you ever given detention by Ms Umbridge during the school year 19951996?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied equally formally, and his voice carried easily across the courtroom. "Three one-week detentions."
"Could you please describe what happened during those detentions?"
"Ms Umbridge told me to write lines, using a quill that she provided. Every word I wrote with it was magically cut into the back of my hand, before the wound healed by itself. After two days, however, the wound refused to heal anymore."
"He lies!" Umbridge shrieked. "He-"
"Ms Umbridge, please be quiet. You don't have the word." Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, but the words cut through Umbridge's shriek like a knife. "Members of the Wizengamot should note that the scars on the back of Mr Potter's hand is clearly visible. Also, when the Magical Law Enforcement Squad searched Ms Umbridge's residence, they found not only a Blood Quill, but also two thousand two hundred and forty-six parchments containing the words 'I will not lie' or 'I will behave'. Every word was written in blood." Several of the Wizengamot stared at Umbridge with a disgusted look on their faces.
"Thank you, Mr Potter. You may go." As Harry got up and walked back to the benches, Dumbledore said: "The Wizengamot calls forth Lee Jordan."
Lee essentially said the same thing Harry did, except he only got one one-week detention - which was bad enough. He was followed by eleven other Hogwarts students from every house except Slytherin.
"The Wizengamot now calls forth Peter Drexler," Dumbledore said as the last student returned to the benches. A tall, thin man with brown hair that was just beginning to turn grey at his temples sat down in the armchair Dumbledore had conjured up.
"Mr Drexler, after the unprovoked Dementor-attack on Mr Potter, Madam Bones appointed you to head the investigation of the incident, correct?"
"Yes sir, it is."
"And what did you uncover?"
"Well, our first thought was to investigate the Emergency Room," Drexler said. "It is a room at Azkaban which is always manned by at least two Dementors - more in times of crisis. If the Aurors require backup from Dementors, they need only Apparate to the room and give the necessary orders. The rest of Azkaban have anti-Apparation wards everywhere out of security reasons, and the room has no exits that a wizard can use. Only a Dementor can enter or leave the room without Apparating. The only other way of approaching Azkaban is by broom, and the Dementors are under strict orders to immediately inform the Ministry if that happens." Dumbledore nodded to show that he understood.
"In the Emergency Room is a magical quill which writes down everything being said, thereby logging the deployment of Dementors. We checked the parchment and found it clean as newly fallen snow. Apparently, no one had ordered the Dementors to attack Mr Potter."
"There you see!" Umbridge shouted in desperation. "I never sent Dementors after Potter!"
"Please be quiet Ms Umbridge," Dumbledore said again. "Continue, Mr Drexler."
"What not many know is that there is a second magical quill hidden in the Emergency Room, which notes the departure and arrival times of Dementors." The horrified expression that crossed Umbridge's face was priceless. "This is a closely guarded secret known only to the Minister of Magic, the Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and a few high-ranking Aurors. According to the second quill, the two Dementors in the Room left August 2nd at 7.12PM and didn't return until three hours later. After this discovery, we analysed the parchment from the first quill and discovered that someone had used an invisibility charm on parts of the writing. It took us a week to find a counter-charm, but we did it."
"Thank you, Mr Drexler. You may go," Dumbledore said. Again he addressed the rest of the Wizengamot: "According to the first quill, Ms Umbridge gave the following order to the two Dementors: 'Go to Little Whinging in Surrey and seek out Harry Potter. Give him the Kiss and then take him back to Azkaban. Kill him and burry him'" The few among the Wizengamot who had managed to keep neutral expressions on their faces now gave up and stared revolted at Umbridge.
"You have heard the witnesses, and you have seen the evidence," Dumbledore said formally. "Those in favour of administrating veritiserum to the accused, raise your hands." Every single member of the Wizengamot raised his or her hand. "Mr Goldman, if you please?"
A court aid walked over to Umbridge carrying a vial. The former High Inquisitor eyed it like one would eye a live cobra, and clamped her mouth shut. But the court aid seemed to have expected this. He pulled out his wand and muttered an incarnation Harry couldn't hear. Suddenly Umbridge opened wide, clearly against her will. The court aid emptied the vial in her mouth, lifted the charm and retreated.
"Ms Umbridge," Dumbledore said. "During your time as teacher in Defence Against the Dark Arts on Hogwarts, did you ever force students to use a Blood Quill?"
Umbridge, whose face had gone curiously slack, responded without hesitation. "Yes, several times." There was a sharp intake of breath among those gathered. Hearing the witnesses was one thing, hearing the complete and total truth was something else.
"How many students?" Dumbledore pressed.
"About a dozen, I think. I never kept count."
"Why did you do it?"
A smile of perverse delight crossed Umbridge's features. "Because I take pleasure in inflicting pain, especially on those who can't strike back. It's intoxicating to have that kind of power."
The silence that followed could hardly have been more complete. Madam Bones had dropped her monocle, and Fudge stared at his former secretary in disbelief. Dumbledore wore a carefully neutral expression, but the look in eyes was not a pretty sight.
"Did you order two Dementors to attack Mr Potter?" Dumbledore asked, and his voice was hard and flat.
"Yes, I did. It was necessary, you see." Aside from Umbridge and Dumbledore, not one person in Courtroom Ten seemed to dare breathe at this admission.
"It was necessary, you say?"
"Yes, Potter was endangering the Ministry with his foolish talk about You-Know-Who being back. I had to shut that big mouth of his, or make him disappear."
"But Mr Potter was right," Dumbledore said quietly. "Voldemort is back."
"Yes, but that is irrelevant," Umbridge said like it was the most natural thing in the world. "The Ministry would have dealt with him, once we had complete control of the wizarding population in Britain. That's what we have Aurors for."
"Don't you think it was a bit extreme to order Dementors to perform the Kiss on a fifteen year old boy?" Dumbledore pressed.
"Of course not!" Umbridge snorted. "The Ministry is God! Sacrificing a young brat for the good of the Ministry is something I'd do a thousand times if I had to." Fudge hid his face in his hand, seemingly unable to bear more of this. Umbridge continued on: "No one else seemed to have the courage do what had to be done, so I decided to take matter in my own hands." A look of disappointment and anger crossed her face. "Of course, I never expected Potter to be able to conjure up a corporal Patronus and drive off the Dementors. That just fuelled my hate for him. I had taken a colossal risk for nothing."
"Thank you, Ms Umbridge. I believe we have heard enough," Dumbledore said. "Please administer the counter-potion, Mr Goldman."
Moments later Umbridge came to herself. Even from the other side of the room, Harry could see her face turn a pale green as she remembered what she had said under the effect of the veritiserum. She seemed to shrink under the glares from the Wizengamot.
Dumbledore kept silent for a few more seconds, regarding Umbridge over his half-moon spectacles. Then he turned to Bones. "Madam Bones?"
She put her monocle back into place, cleared her throat and addressed the Wizengamot. "Hum, yes. "Everyone who find the accused guilty of possessing a Blood Quill?" Every wizard and witch in plum-covered robes raised their hands. "Everyone who find the accused guilty of using the Blood Quill to inflict injury?" Again all of them raised their hands. "Everyone who find the accused guilty of ordering Dementors to perform the Kiss on an innocent?" For the third time the wizards and witches raised their hands. Many of them didn't even bother to lover them after the second time.
Madam Bones turned back to face Umbridge. "Very well. The punishment for possession of a Blood Quill is one year in Azkaban, so there is nothing to discuss there. The punishment for using a Class C Dark Arts object on anyone is three to six years, depending on circumstances." She looked at Umbridge with an unreadable expression. "Due to the severity of this particular case I recommend six years. The punishment for the last and most serious offence, intentionally ordering Dementors to perform the Kiss on an innocent, is twenty years with no appeal."
Dumbledore nodded. "I concur." He turned to Umbridge again, and it was as if he grew in front of their eyes. The ancient man positively radiated power, and the look in his eyes was colder than Harry had ever seen in any human. The message was crystal clear: No one hurt his students and got away with it. "Dolores Jane Umbridge," he began, and Harry was surprised his voice didn't skin the woman alive where she sat. "The Wizengamot hereby sentence you to twenty-seven years in Azkaban Wizard Prison, to be released in 2023."
Umbridge fainted.
"Twenty-seven years," Ron exclaimed triumphantly and pumped a first into the air. Harry had just stepped out of the fireplace in the kitchen, returning from the Ministery of Magic (Dumbledore had gone directly to Hogwarts). "Twenty-seven! How old will she be when she get out?"
"Somewhere in her sixties, I think," Lupin said who just entered the room. He was actually rubbing his hands in a very un-Lupin-ish fashion. It was after all Umbridge's work that had made it nearly impossible for the werewolf to get a job.
"Hah! She'll be too weak to use a wand! Too bad there's no Dementors on Azkaban anymore, though..."
"Ron, would you really give anyone to the Dementors?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Not anyone, just Umbridge and a few others. Malfoy for instance."
Sensing the beginning of a classic Ron-Hermione argument, Harry motioned to Lupin and together they silently slipped out of the kitchen.
"I swear, they fight like a married couple," Lupin chuckled. Then he suddenly turned very serious. "Harry, there's something I need to talk to you about. Would you come with me to the drawing room?"
Harry nodded and followed him up to the second floor. In the drawing room none other than Snape waited for them, wearing his trademark scowl. "Now that you've finally found Potter, perhaps you can tell me what's so important you had to drag me from Hogwarts," he said.
Harry decided to ignore the potions teacher, and sat down in the sofa. Lupin cleared his throat and pulled a folded parchment out of his pocket. "Sirius left a will," he said, and a feeling of dread washed through Harry. "You two are the only ones who haven't heard it yet."
Snape snorted. "What does that got to do with me?"
"You are mentioned in it," Lupin said matter-of-factly.
Harry barely noticed Snape's surprise. He was too busy trying to stop his hands from trembling. It felt like the bottom of his stomach had fallen out, and he wanted nothing more than to run out of the room. All strength seemed to have left his legs, however, and he was glad he was sitting down.
"I, Sirius Black," Lupin read from the parchment, "declare this to be my last will and testament. I herby leave all my gold, estates and belongings to the persons listed below.
To Albus Dumbledore I leave 12 Grimmauld Place and all of its contents for use as headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. I also leave ten per cent of my gold for funds. Albus already knows this," Lupin added.
"To Remus Lupin I leave 25 per cent of my gold. Buy yourself a few new robes, Moony.
To Harry Potter I leave the rest of my gold (65 per cent) and my flying motorcycle, the Firestorm 225. Stop grieving over me, kid.
To Severus Snape I leave a box in the attic marked 'Snivellus'." Here Lupin pointed to a box sitting on the desk with the name Snivellus written in writing that faded from red to gold and back again.
"To Rubeus Hagrid I leave, or perhaps I should say give back, the hippogriff Buckbeak.
To Tom Riddle I leave nothing but my contempt.
I, Sirius Black, legal guardian of Harry Potter, relinquish my guardianship to Rumus Lupin.
Signed,
Sirius Black."
By now it wasn't just Harry's hands that were trembling. He got up on shaky legs and took one step toward the door. He needed to get out of the room, to run, to hide, to forget everything. Unfortunately he feared that he'd probably end up on his face if he took another step.
"Are you alright, Harry?" came the concerned voice of Lupin.
Harry couldn't think, he just felt the overwhelming need to get out. Slowly he turned toward Lupin. "Alright? How can I be alright?" he whispered. "He is dead, Moony!" The admission drained him of whatever strength he had left, and he would have fallen and hit the floor hadn't Lupin grabbed him.
"I know," Lupin said heavily and guided Harry gently to the sofa. "But you need to get over it. You can't grieve for the rest of your life."
Get over it? How was Harry ever going to get over it? He had lost someone who was father, big brother and friend all in one! Harry looked angrily up at Lupin to say just that when he noticed the older man's misty eyes. Parts of his mind began working again, and he finally realized that he wasn't the only one who had lost a good friend. Lupin and Sirius had been friends since Hogwarts, just like Harry and Ron and Hermione. Not to mention that Lupin had now lost Sirius twice - first when he had thought Sirius had betrayed Harry's parents, and then a second time to Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry cursed himself for his selfishness, and the words he was about to say died on his lips.
"Moony, I'm sorry," Harry instead said pleadingly. "I never wanted this to happen."
"Of course you didn't," Lupin said. He sat down beside Harry and put an arm around him, like a father comforting his son. "You must stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault."
"Yes, it was," Harry said solemnly. "Oh, maybe not all of it. Like Dumbledore said: I'm not going to be so arrogant to assume I carry all the blame. But I am to blame for Sirius' death, Lupin." It hurt to say that. More than anyone would ever know, maybe except Lupin, but it had to be said. "And I will assume full responsibility for my actions."
Throughout the exchange, Snape had been poking the box Sirius had left him with his wand and casting diagnostics charms. Now he looked up with eyes filled with surprise, apprehension and... could it be respect?
"The box isn't jinxed," Lupin said quietly. "I've checked."
Snape's mask were back in place so fast, Harry wasn't sure he'd seen what he'd thought he'd seen. Gingerly the potions teacher opened and reached into the box, as if he half expected it to explode.
"Merlin's beard!" he suddenly exclaimed, standing there with an old and worn book in his hands. "Using Potions for Transfigurations, written by Circe herself! There are only six copies of this book in the entire world!" He looked into the box again, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Snape's hand trembled when he lifted out another book, equally old and worn. "Merlin's Guide to Rare Potions," he said reverently. "I don't believe it."
Suddenly a suspicious expression clouded his face, and he turned to Lupin. "These two books alone are worth a fortune, and if the other books in that box is even remotely as rare, I'd become one of the richest men in England if I sell them. So why would Black leave all this to me of all people?" he demanded "Is it an attempt to put me into debt?"
"No," Lupin said flatly. "For the true reason you'd have to ask Sirius, but he isn't around anymore. However, if I were to hazard a guess, I'd say that the contents of that box is a peace offering." Snape didn't say anything, but looked questioningly on him. "James always regretted the way he treated you while we were in Hogwarts, and although he never admitted it I suspect so did Sirius. This is his way of saying he's sorry for what he did."
Snape glanced at the book in his hand, clearly battling with himself whether to accept Sirius' 'peace offering' or not. Eventually the Potions Master in him won, and Snape took the box and left the room without another word.
Harry and Lupin sat in silence for a while. "So, you are okay with me being your new legal guardian?" Lupin finally asked with a smile.
Harry found himself grinning back. "If you are ready to take care of a walking disaster area like me."
"Well, at least you aren't an incurable prankster like James was," Lupin said. "When I first came to Hogwarts as a professor I half-expected to find the castle in ruins, with both you and the Weasley twins there. Guess you've got too much of Lilly in you."
Right then, Tonks poked her head in. "I saw Sevvie go. Is everything alright?"
"Sure," Lupin said. "You can come in now." Tonks walked in and was shortly followed by Mad-eye. Harry looked curiously on them, wondering what was going on.
"Harry," Lupin said gently. "By now you must know that you top Voldemort's list of people to kill." Harry nodded to the obvious statement. "Since there it's more than likely that you will run into Death Eaters again, if not Voldemort himself, we have decided to give you an offer."
Harry noticed that Tonks had difficulty standing still, and even Mad-eye was looking at him expectantly.
"We know that you have resumed your training in Occlumency," Lupin continued. "But we were wondering if you would also like to receive some... physical training?"
Harry stared at them. "Are you offering to train me in duelling?" he asked with an I-don't-dare-believe-it look.
"Sure, why not?" Tonks said enthusiastically. "You're going to need it, from what I've heard about your adventures at Hogwarts."
Mad-eye nodded in agreement. "Never hurts being prepared, boy. Dumbledore doesn't know about it yet, but I'm sure he won't have anything against it."
"But why are you doing this?" Harry asked dumbfounded. "I'm not exactly critical to the Order," he added to see if Dumbledore had told them about the prophecy.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Lupin said and shook his head with a smile. "Isn't that obvious? We do it of the same reason me, Tonks, Mad-eye and Arthur confronted your relatives before the summer."
Harry was speechless. He couldn't possibly find the words to express what this meant to him. But as he looked into the eyes of the grown-ups he realized that they already knew.
"So, what do you say?" Tonks asked impatiently.
"Hell, yes!" Harry said fervently. "Hell, yes!"
Author's notes: Hope that trial looked somewhat realistic... I haven't the faintest idea how one conduct a trial in real life, and in any case a wizard trial would differ quite a bit. For instance, lawyers would be rather redundant when you have veritiserum.
I'm also really sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up. I've been away from my computer and therefore unable to write.
Chapter re-uploaded 2004-06-11: As several of you pointed out, I for some reason thought that the name of Harry's father was 'Jacob' instead of 'James' (embarrassing!). Also, its 'veritiserum', not 'verifiserum'. I've corrected those two errors and re-uploaded the chapter.
Madfoot Moony: Yes, we'll find out about the transformations and voices... eventually.
Xessive: Yes, I was inspired by the Wheel of Time. And the Prophet, that loon, would probably start a holly crusade or something.
Yugioh/Potter/Pokemon fanatic: Glad you like it. Ruskbyte? Can't say I've read it. I presume it is pre-OotP?
Stahchild: Thanks for pointing that out.
Heart and Mind: Sorry, but Gwendolyn Ingolfsson isn't the new DADA teacher... he'll be introduced in the next chapter.