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"Well done, Harry." An amused Fred rubbed his hands together. "I must admit that the rabbits were a stoke of pure genius, for an amateur."

" I learned from the best." Harry smiled at the compliment. "Now what to do next."

"Well, we should try and think of something new." George laid out a an aged piece of paper "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

"The Marauder's map? How'd you get it back?" Harry asked as ink spread across the paper.

"We convinced Messr. Moony to give it to us." Fred grinned.

"Now, we may begin to plan." George rubbed his hands together.

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The morning dawned sharp and cold as Harry and Ron made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Dobby now sat at the teacher's table in the same type of chair that Professor Flitwick used. He was amiably chatting with Professor McGonagal.

Umbridge entered the Great Hall, with a new pet. A sleek brown ferret wrapped himself around the back of her neck.

" A ferret? Interesting choice." Hermione sniffed. "I suppose a weasel would be too obvious."

Ron chuckled. " It doesn't really matter. Every one hates her anyway."

"Everyone except Filch, that is." Harry grinned.

"Well, she still has to restore his approval for whipping." Ron grimaced, his freckles disappearing into his wrinkled nose.

Seamus turned white over his cornflakes. "I really hope she has other things to deal with."

"Well, he can't do anything to Peeves." Dean pointed out. "He was so happy that she was coming back and he could create more mischief and be appreciated for it."

After breakfast, the three friends headed to their first class of the day: Potions. They were half way down a flight of stairs from an emergency stop at the common room (Hermione had forgotten ink), when they saw Umbridge come up behind Dobby. Her ferret twisted itself off her shoulder and toward Dobby, who was carrying a load of books that was bigger than he was. The ferret wrapped itself around his ankles and caused him to stumble, and the books he was carrying to fly out of hands. The books came crashing down on a horribly surprised Umbridge.

"You IMBECILE!" She shrieked. "How DARE you! Dropping books on the Headmistress!"

"Dobby didn't do it on purpose!" Dobby squeaked. "A small furry thing caused poor Dobby to trip. But Dobby will punish himself if Headmistress so wishes."

"See that you do, slime." Umbridge stalked off.

Harry gritted his teeth. "That bitch."

Ron glared, then out of the corner of Harry's eye he thought he saw Ron slip something into his mouth.

Umbridge strode up the stairs as proud as you please. Harry shifted his weight to stick out his foot and trip her, but Ron stopped him, his face looking a trifle green.

" Professor Umbridge, I don't feel so good." He stepped out in front of her.

"Have your friends take you down to the hospital wing." She waved him away. "I don't have time for you."

Ron looked positively green now. "I don't think…" Then the torrent of projectile vomit began. And Umbridge was right in it's path.

Harry and Hermione could do nothing but watch in horror, disgust… and possibly a bit of amusement.

The spewing stopped after Umbridge was completely soaked from head to toe with a very recent breakfast. She stiffened. Hermione held her nose.

"Let's go to Madam Pomfrey." Harry steered Ron from the back. "She'll want to see you."

"You'll want to take a bath, Professor." Hermione wrinkled her nose and followed.

Umbridge made a noise that sounded like " Meep!" she didn't want to move her mouth and get the vomit in.

When they were out of earshot, Ron groaned. "Umbridgeitis… It's got me. I'll be dead in a week."

Harry laughed.

Hermione smiled "Just admit that Fred and George gave you a Skiving Snackbox."

"Aww. You take all the fun out of it." Ron sounded upset, but he had a pleasant smile on his face.

"She got what she deserved." Harry's mood suddenly darkened.

"Master Harry Potter?" said a squeaky voice at Harry's elbow. "Did Dobby do something bad?"

"Not at all, Dobby." Harry smiled. "You didn't do anything."

"But Dobby tripped and showered his books on the Headmistress." Dobby made a motion of thumping himself on the head with his fist several times; pantomiming the book's decent on Umbridge.

"Don't worry. It was her fault, not yours." Hermione told him.

"Well, Dobby wants to inquire about Harry's friend." Dobby looked around Harry to Ron. "He didn't look to good."

"It's something my brothers made up." Ron showed Dobby the bright orange tablet. "It makes you sick."

"Masters Fred and George are very smart." Dobby smiled.

"Can't wait for your next lesson, you really know a lot about Dark Wizardry." Hermione smiled.

Dobby looked down at his feet. "I don't know if it is so good that dobby knows all this."

"Well, your helping us prepares counter spells for frog face there." Ron grimaced.

Dobby smiled a leathery smile. "I will do any thing to help you."

"No Dobby. Now we need to help you get back at her." Harry answered. "There was something very familiar about that ferret besides."