Thanks to Errol being well past retirement age, FitzSkimmons' Christmas break wasn't interrupted again, and they were able to enjoy their first skiing trip together as a married trouple in peace.
But eventually they had to fly back across the Channel, and take the Hogwarts Express back up to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Where walking into the Entrance Hall, they instantly discovered that Umbridge hadn't been idle in their absence.
Posted on the main announcement board, was ED #24: The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and removal of privileges pertaining to students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members.
"Looks like abusing teachers wasn't enough — she had to have the power to abuse students, too," said Daisy in an undertone.
"Looks like we know what Umbridge got from Fudge for Christmas," added Fitz.
Little did any of them know how spot on he really was. To Umbridge's great delight, but completely to her expectations, Cornelius had come through for her over Christmas, and given her her rightful authority over students, to go along with her authority over teachers that she already had. Now if anyone else from the Order died on a mission, she would be able to interrogate them without having to worry about any resistance Dumbledore might try putting up against her, because she could just say she was giving them punishment as she now had the authority to do.
But FitzSkimmons had little time to think about the newly unveiled ED, before they heard a cold voice behind them.
"Potter — I need to speak with you alone."
Turning, they found Snape glaring at Fitz.
"Lead on," replied Simmons.
"Alone."
"Which we're sad to inform you will occur over your dead body," Simmons answered politely. "So either lead on, or we're heading up to our dorm."
Snape glared at them all for several long seconds, before turning on his heel and sweeping away, growling over his shoulder, "Come."
FitzSkimmons followed Snape down to his office in the dungeons, where he clanged the door shut ominously behind him.
"The Headmaster has sent me to tell you, Potter, that it is his wish for you to study Occlumency this term."
"What is that?" Simmons asked immediately in genuine interest. "I haven't heard of any class named such, even amongst the NEWT specialty classes occasionally offered, or amongst all of my extensive studying."
Snape sneered like he thought it was the best thing in the world that a student hadn't heard of a particular subject of study. "Occlumency, Granger. The magical defense of the mind against external penetration. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one."
"Is that commonly a problem?" Daisy asked sincerely. "And if it is, why is that not taught starting in year one, or at the very least taught at some point, to protect people from having their minds penetrated?"
Completely ignoring Daisy's very reasonable questions, Snape said, "The headmaster thinks it a good idea. You will receive private lessons once a week, but you will not tell anybody what you are doing, least of all Dolores Umbridge. You understand?"
"Right, because I have tea with the Ministry spy every other afternoon," Fitz retorted sarcastically, simply unable to keep it from escaping. Out of all the stupid things Snape had ever said, that certainly ranked up there, and Snape was no stranger to saying stupid things.
Rolling her eyes at her husband, Simmons said to Snape, "Unless I am mistaken, none of the three of us have ever spoken a word to Umbridge in our lives, other than mouthing 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge', 'Yes, Professor Umbridge', or 'No, Professor Umbridge' every time the pretentious hag says anything to the class."
They all just stared back and forth at each other, no one saying a word for several long seconds, until Snape finally said, "I will expect you at six o'clock on Monday evening, Potter. This office. If anybody asks, you are taking remedial Potions."
"Is that it?" Simmons asked curtly.
Snape simply nodded, so Simmons led her spouses out of the room, and up to the library.
Finding Madam Pince, Simmons asked, "Can you show us all the books on Occlumency?"
Pince stared at them long and hard, before finally saying, "That's in the restricted section."
"Oh — well Dumbledore is having Snape teach the three of us Occlumency, and I thought it would be a good idea to read up on it before we had our first lesson with Snape," replied Simmons, before adding dryly, "Oops — don't think I was supposed to tell anyone we're doing that."
Pince stared at them for a while longer, before finally saying, "No note, no books," and turning and stalking away.
"That went well," said Simmons dryly. "Looks like we'll be learning the hard way — and by that, I mean from Snape."
~FSK~
So the following evening, FitzSkimmons knocked on the door to Snape's office.
When they walked in and Snape saw that it was all of them, he immediately snapped, "These lessons are for Potter only!"
"If it's good enough for Harry to learn to defend his mind, it's good enough for all of us to learn to defend our minds," Daisy replied coldly, pulling out her wand and pointing it at Snape. "And considering the fact that the only way you're going to be able to obey Dumbledore is by teaching all of us, I'd suggest getting to it — we know you'd hate to let down your master."
"Whereas we don't give a fuck how much Dumbledore hates us," picked up Fitz. "He's too busy with the Order and the Ministry to actually do anything with us, besides the fact that we know for a fact he won't expel us. And none of you are going to let a word of this get back to Umbridge, because we all know that doesn't end well for you guys."
"You wouldn't dare," sneered Snape at Fitz, a sneer that was immediately frozen on his face by Daisy muttering, "Petrificus Totalus."
Walking over to stare down at his frozen body laying on the ground, she said coldly, "Wanna bet?", before casting the countercharm and walking back over to her spouses.
Snape angrily picked himself back up and brushed off his robes, but was apparently genuinely properly afraid of them by now, as he merely glared holes through them as he said, "Well, Potter, you know why you are here. The Headmaster has asked me to teach you occlumency. As I told you yesterday, this branch of magic seals the mind against magical intrusion and influence."
Then he pulled his own wand out of his robes, an action that without warning had three wands instantly trained on where his heart would have been if he'd had one, but he merely proceeded to remove several memories from his skull and place them in the pensieve he had sitting on his desk, before moving it to a shelf and turning back to FitzSkimmons.
"You may use your wand to attempt to disarm me, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of," he said to Fitz. "I am about to attempt to break into your mind. We are going to see how well you resist. I have been told that you have already shown aptitude at resisting the Imperius Charm. You will find that similar powers are needed for this...brace yourself, now. Legilimens!"
Only before he could actually say the word 'Legilimens', three "Expelliarmus" curses sent Snape's wand flying into the air and his body flying backwards into one of his shelves, glass jars shattering all over him as his wand hit him on his head as it fell back down as well.
"Nope. You seem to have forgotten to give us any instructions on what's going to happen, or how to resist whatever curse you're casting on us," Daisy said coolly before Snape could even speak, or try to curse them for real as likely as not. "Let's try this again. When you cast your curse, what is going to happen to the person being cursed, and how exactly, to the smallest detail, are they supposed to disarm you and defend themselves against you while whatever it is is going on?"
With three very determined-looking wands pointed straight at him, and already having been cursed twice by them that evening, Snape had no choice but to keep his wand to himself, and clean himself up from where potion jar water had soaked him. Finally dry and clean, he turned towards FitzSkimmons again.
"Memories will be called up from your past," growled Snape. "But like with the Imperious Charm, it is possible to control your mind to push these memories to the side, and focus on the person casting Legilimens at you, in which case, same as the Imperious Charm, you will be able to control your mind and body enough to cast a disarming charm at them. Now, if you curse me again, I don't care how much you're Dumbledore's favorite…" he trailed off threateningly.
"But I am allowed to disarm you once you've cast Legilimens on me, right?" Fitz asked politely.
Snape merely growled at him, so Fitz took that to be a yes.
Raising his wand once more, Snape pointed it at Fitz and said, "Legilimens."
Like any time he had one of Harry's visions, like the year before when he had the Imperious Charm cast on him, the Harry part of Fitz's mind went in a separate direction from Fitz's half. It was like a youtube video was playing in Harry's mind (thankfully without the ads), and in the bottom right corner of Fitz's field of vision, like what Fitz had heard Stark's Ironman suit heads-up display looked like when he was receiving a video call or watching movies as he flew around in the sky. As he saw Harry's memory of watching Dudley ride a brand-new red bicycle come into focus and start playing, Fitz figured this must be the Legilimens Charm working, and so looked at Snape and asked, "Is this the part where I'm supposed to disarm you? I mean, you cast the curse at me, and I think it's started working, I just want to make sure you really have, and I'm not going to get in trouble for disarming you early."
Snape dropped his wand hand in surprise, and the window with the video playing in it disappeared from Fitz's vision.
"How—?!" exclaimed Snape, unable to control himself.
"Like you said — it's like the Imperius Charm," Fitz answered with a shrug. "It's there in the back of my mind, or lower right corner of my field of vision in this case, but it's not the focus. Like I never lost sight of you or anything, or lost control of my ability to think and act — here or with the Imperius Charm."
Snape looked at him with something almost bordering on awe, before saying coolly, "You wasted time and energy. Remain focused, clear your mind, let go of all emotion, and you can repel me with your brain and you will not need to resort to your wand."
As Snape pointed his wand at him again, Fitz decided to do an experiment. He picked his most mild memory of his own, a nature hike he'd taken one day at the Academy when Simmons was so focused on studying that she'd kicked him out of her dorm room, and focused with all his mind on that memory, bringing it up as a video of his own as best he could. If he could entirely crowd out the Harry half of his mind with his own, it just might work. He just wasn't a hundred percent sure Snape could never see his own memories, and he didn't want to risk Snape seeing anything that would totally confuse him as to how it could be in there, and risk Snape becoming at all suspicious of anything. It also wasn't exactly 'clearing his mind' as Snape had said, but as he had no clue how to do that with memories that weren't actually his own, this seemed like the next best option — anyway, it was something he could try the next time around if need be. Besides, even if the memories he was trying to clear out were his, wouldn't that fall under 'Don't think about elephants', and all that?
When Snape cast Legilimens this time, Fitz could very fuzzily see the Hungarian Horntail from Harry's TriWizard first task trying to fade itself in over top of the video of his own hike. So he focused on his own memory even harder, trying to see every tiny detail of it. He could still see Snape of course, and he knew he could easily disarm him if he wanted to, but Snape had said to try to repel him with his brain, not his wand, so that's what he was going to try to do.
He could see Snape getting increasingly frustrated, and he assumed he must be succeeding. But before he could try to figure out if there was a way to actually expel Snape from his mind, though he had no clue how to go about actually doing that, Snape dropped his wand and the extra pressure on Fitz/Harry's mind disappeared.
"That was an improvement," said Snape grudgingly, though still with a detectable hint of very reluctant awe. "By pure luck, I'm sure, you managed to clear your mind enough that I was unable to see anything." But turning to Daisy, he sneered, "If you really want to try, you might even be able to succeed as well — since you have nothing in your mind to clear in the first place."
"Bring it on, cuck," sneered Daisy in return.
To keep Snape from cursing his wife without warning and before he could pass on the important information he'd learned on the second go-round, Fitz turned to face Daisy directly, putting his body between her and Snape, trusting that Snape wouldn't dare curse him straight in the back, and that Simmons could kill the Snake if he did.
"Our memories block everything out," he told her quietly, though loud enough for Simmons to hear as well. "Not sure if there's a way to entirely expel his presence from our minds or not."
And with that he stepped out of the way to stand next to his older wife, letting Daisy take her turn at facing Snape.
Looking like he thought Christmas had come early, Snape's lip curled malevolently as he pointed his wand at Daisy and said, "Legilimens."
Unfortunately for him, Daisy was too busy overloading the bandwidth with videos she'd seen on the u-tubes of cats and kittens, for any of Ronna/Ron's memories to be able to play, instead regulated to just sitting there with the loading circle spinning endlessly, even when trying to load at 160p. After a few seconds, remembering what Fitz had told her about possibly being able to actually kick Snape off the network entirely, Daisy began looking for the big, bright red button that had 'Eject Snape' written on it in large, friendly letters. But it unfortunately didn't seem to exist, or at least before she could find it or the 'delete Windows Explorer' button, Snape lowered his wand, stymied again.
Not even acknowledging Daisy's success, he turned to Simmons and sneered, "Granger — your turn."
He was determined to get at least one out of three.
But he had no more luck against Hermione than he'd had against Harry or Ronna, getting the Legilimens equivalent of the blue screen of death every time he tried, the 404 Page Not Found. He kept at it for over half an hour, never having any luck, FitzSkimmons also having no luck forcibly ejecting him from their minds or severing the connection. Though they still weren't sure if that was actually possible or not, or if Snape saying 'repel me with your brain' simply meant preventing him from seeing any memories — and Snape of course wasn't helpful on that front, literally not saying anything more to them besides telling them to occasionally switch places.
But eventually he seemed to grow weary of trying to penetrate impenetrable minds, as he said, "I want you here again next Monday to prove this wasn't a lucky fluke. And Potter, rid your mind of all emotion every night before sleep; empty it, make it blank and calm, you understand? And be warned...I shall know if you have not practiced."
"Will do," answered Fitz, before he and his two wives left Snape's office and headed up to their dorm to get to work on the homework they'd been assigned that day.
He knew he couldn't clear his mind like Snape said, but he could sensory overload it with the sight and feel of Simmons and Daisy's bodies and with orgasms, which seemed like it should work just as well based on the lesson they had just had.
~FSK~
They were working on their homework back in their common room when Fitz set down his quill and raised his hand to scratch Harry's scar.
"Remember those couple of times I said Harry's scar hurt, and that I thought I could feel something that wasn't my own feelings?"
"Happen again?" Simmons asked in concern.
"Yeah — and this time it was strong enough to feel the emotion. Maybe Snape attacking Harry's mind for half an hour brought it closer to the front or something," answered Fitz. "But it was definitely along the lines of joy that I'm not feeling myself about this homework. So assuming it's a 'vision', quote unquote, from Riddle, I think something good must have happened — quite good, probably, for it to be strong enough for me to feel."
"This means we have to go find a teacher, doesn't it?" sighed Daisy. "Last time you said if you ever caught the feeling, we'd go tell someone."
"We know Snape's home," said Simmons. "I know we normally avoid him like the Bubonic Plague, or the Kree, but he was actually halfway human earlier, and might still be in enough shock at how well we did that he wouldn't be too mean to us. And we don't have to go wandering around looking for another professor, and possibly run into Umbridge, who would want to know why we were looking for a professor."
"Ugh," answered Daisy.
"As much as I really want to agree with Daisy, it's actually probably not a bad idea," sighed Fitz. "And we know Snape is in Dumbledore's innermost circle, and while we'll find out absolutely nothing from him, if Dumbledore will think it important, he'll go tell the headmaster."
"Wait — Snape!" exclaimed Daisy. "Is this the kind of thing we're doing occlumency for? 'Defense of the mind against penetration', and not getting these feelings? He never actually told us why Dumbledore wants Harry to learn it."
"But — no memories are trying to surface, Harry's just getting sudden pain and whatever Riddle's feeling at the moment," said Fitz. "It's over nearly as quickly as it starts, and I'm not sure what the hell I would be trying to shut down. It sure seems purely like a download from Riddle, and no upload to Riddle. Nothing I've had has ever been like with Snape earlier, even the actual visions."
"Now that you mention it, Daisy, I do have the feeling that this is what Dumbledore might have wanted you to learn occlumency for," said Simmons. "It's the only mind thing that you have, and occlumency is definitely a mind thing."
"I'm certainly not saying you're wrong, because you're almost always right and you understand the plot of these books better than Daisy or I, but Snape seemed as close to actually happy as he's ever been," replied Fitz. "So it certainly seemed like he thought the occlumency lesson actually went well. It's just strange that he would think I'm doing great, just for me to turn around and completely fail."
"I know what you're saying, husband, and I don't disagree in the least, but I do have a very strong feeling that he would consider this a failure of what you're supposed to be learning," said Simmons.
"So I'm assuming by bringing this up, Daisy, you were suggesting we shouldn't go report it, to him or anyone else, but actually should we, so he knows it didn't work?" asked Fitz.
Simmons leaned back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling for a while, thinking.
Eventually she looked back down at her spouses and answered, "Not yet. You're in a very different position from what everyone here believes, Fitz. Presumably there is some threat to Harry if he gets these visions and feelings. But you're a completely separate mind. And while occlumency is defense against mind penetration, presumably penetration by Riddle, as that would be the most logical, you defeated Snape by thinking your own thoughts. Which is what you normally think. And even when you sleep, the most likely times Riddle could mentally attack you, because that's when your thoughts are most scattered, defenses lowest presumably if I understand magic as well as I think I do, your personal dreams are heavily overriding Harry's dreams and visions. Mr Weasley was proof of that. So I feel like it would be hard for him to actually get anything much from you, because he's going to suffer buffering issues due to all the bandwidth being taken up by your own dreams and nightmares that he can't access at all." Turning to Daisy she added, "Was that good computer lingo?"
"Not shabby," replied Daisy with a smirk.
Looking back at Fitz, Simmons finished, "So with all of that, I think you're actually probably okay. And we of course reset every year, so there's no long-term damage if we're wrong."
"I am all for any plan that doesn't involve seeing Snape again tonight," said Fitz. "I'm also now a fan of the plan where we get as much homework done as we can in thirty minutes, and then go enjoy the rest of our evening, if you know what I mean."
As Simmons rolled her eyes, Daisy burst out, "Two against one! We win! You're outvoted Jemma!"
Rolling her eyes a second time for good luck, Simmons replied, "It's not two against one if I was actually going to agree to the plan."
The following morning, FitzSkimmons learned why Fitz had felt Riddle be as giggly as a teenage girl the night before.
Plastered across the front of the Daily Prophet was the news that ten Death Eaters had escaped from Azkaban, blamed on — surprise, fucking surprise — the Ministry's current scapegoat for all unexplainable things bad, Sirius 'Worse Than You-Know-Who Because You-Know-Who Is Obviously Dead, Of Course' Black. Nine wizards and Bellatrix LeStrange, all amongst Riddle's strongest, most loyal slaves, had escaped onMonday night, and were now completely in the wind.
Pointing at the picture of the witch, who after a few round meals and a little less crazy in the eyes, and maybe a nice blue streak in her hair, would really be quite pretty, Simmons sighed quietly, "Poor Neville. His parents' torturers-into-insanity, on the loose again."
Under each picture the article had a brief line about what they had been thrown in Azkaban for, but FitzSkimmons also knew what she'd done because book-Harry had seen her trial in Dumbledore's pensieve during fourth year, and Dumbledore had made book-Harry promise not to tell anyone that he knew why Neville didn't live with his parents.
"Definitely a strong argument for the existence of the death penalty," said Daisy. "If they'd been executed 13 years ago for torture-into-insanity — a fate really worse than death, or even being expelled according to first year Hermione — plus the numerous murders I'm sure she committed under the excuse of Riddle's orders, though you can just look at her eyes and know she does it for funzies, she wouldn't still be alive to have been broken out, and go on to do it to more people."
But as if that wasn't enough bad news for one day, a few pages over on page ten, there was an article about a Ministry worker who had been murdered in the hospital by a cleverly disguised potted plant. Of course, the article itself failed to make this realization that it was most likely an assassination and not an innocent case of mistaken shrubbery, but given the fact he'd been killed by a plant that tried to kill anyone who touched it, including whoever had potted it in the first place, it was very hard to believe that it could have been an accident, and not coldblooded murder, plain and simple.
"Bode — if I'm not mistaken, when I went to my trial last summer, Mr Weasley said hi to a guy in the lift whose name was Bode," said Fitz. "Though considering the fact their entire conversation was like three sentences long, I know absolutely nothing about him."
"I know a tiny bit more, but just a tiny bit," said Daisy. "Mr Weasley mentioned him at home a time or two, that he was what's called an 'Unspeakable', someone who works in the Department of Mysteries."
"The place that the corridor leading to it keeps popping up in my dreams, and even more frequently since like right before Christmas," muttered Fitz mostly to himself. When his wives turned to look at him in surprise, and slightly admonishing, he continued guiltily, "I didn't want to put a damper on our Christmas break, so I didn't mention it, but that hallway's been popping up a lot more over the past couple weeks. But it's so mixed up with Maveth, Ward, both Hydras, Kree, chronicoms, Aida, Leopold, and all the other shit I dream about all the time, it just never stood out all that much. But Harry has probably been dreaming nonstop about it, though what exactly I can't say, as like I said it's just one more piece of the nonsensical puzzle my dreams always are."
"But if Harry's getting them, we can assume it's probably connected to Riddle — right?" Daisy asked Simmons.
"It's a reasonable assumption until proven otherwise," said Simmons, thinking hard. Turning to face Fitz directly, she said, "Last night you felt Riddle's emotions, and we think it's happened a couple times before, at least. Is it also possible you're dreaming about whatever Riddle is dreaming about? Or, if he doesn't sleep — which is completely possible when it's debatable whether you're technically still human, and have a magically created body — then maybe what he's daydreaming about? Sirius said Riddle's after a weapon, Mr Wesley was guarding the door into the DoM at the end of that hallway, so maybe Riddle's trying to find a way into the DoM."
"And Bode works there," said Daisy excitedly. "What exactly does the article say about him? Is there something in there that would explain why Riddle would need to eliminate him?"
" 'Injured in a workplace accident'," read out Simmons, before exclaiming, "Oh — here! 'As his speech and mobility improved'."
"Workplace accident could definitely be ending up on the wrong side of an encounter with Riddle or one of his hangers-on and tale-bearers, one that left him unable to tell anyone what had happened to him, how he'd been injured and by whom, but he was getting near the point where he could rat Riddle out, so he had to be silenced," said Daisy, nodding her head. "Makes sense. And well executed, if I must grudgingly say so — if they don't know who sent it, and it sounds from the article like they don't, that will be nearly impossible for them to solve. Though give it a week, and it'll probably be blamed on Sirius, if the breakout is anything to go by."
"True, although they're slightly justified in making the connection there given the fact that Sirius is the only person to have ever escaped, so it's not an unreasonable first suspicion to consider Sirius as a suspect," replied Simmons. "Also, considering this is page ten news in the Ministry's opinion, not even page two or three right after the breakout article ends, I'm guessing they don't really care about this Bode guy, regardless of the word 'tragic' being included in the title."
Over the next few weeks, it seemed like it wasn't only the Ministry that didn't give a shit about Bode's murder, as no one in the castle, that they overheard anyway, mentioned him, everyone focused instead on the breakout. Of course, none of that discussion came from any of the professors, as the very next morning the twenty-fifth instance of ED for the Ministry had been posted all around the castle, reading, 'BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS: Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information that is not strictly related to the subjects they are paid to teach.'
Since when the High Inquisitor had the authority to create her own EDs, instead of having to tell Fudge to do it for her, FitzSkimmons didn't know, as there hadn't been any ED published granting her that power, but it had apparently happened sometime behind everyone's back, and now she could.
But this couldn't stop all the students from discussing it amongst themselves, something they were doing at great length everywhere you turned. From what FitzSkimmons overheard, it seemed like quite a few people were having a hard time believing that it was really Sirius Black behind this breakout, and that maybe it was almost feasible that what Dumbledore had told them at the end of the previous year just might not be quite so crazy as the Ministry, Prophet, and Umbridge had been telling them to believe ever since that fateful June night when something sure as fuck happened. FitzSkimmons, however, kept their pretty little noses as clean of all this talk as they possibly could, never discussing the breakout or Riddle anywhere outside their private room, lest Umbridge be snooping about listening for Harry Potter to utter even a peep about thinking maybe the breakout, and specifically the Ministry's account of it, was very slightly suspicious sounding maybe perhaps, in order to throw him in Azkaban for insurrection against the government, or at least detention.
~FSK~
Whether in response to people questioning the official story of the breakout, or simply because she was a great big, fat, ugly, cunt, during that time of the month, over the next several weeks Umbridge seemed to be on a rampage to fire someone.
Every single Care of Magical Creatures class they had included her and her clipboard as well, and from the stream of angry mutterings they constantly heard issuing forth from Lavender and Parvati, the same thing was happening in Divination. And while if Simmons had become headmistress of the school at some point since their hirings she would have fired them both straightaway, and found a real professor for Care and done away with the completely useless subject of Divination entirely, she was really hoping neither of them actually got fired, if nothing else simply because Umbridge wanted it. But she also had the more selfish desire of not wanting to have to suffer through Grub-head if Hagrid got fired, because obviously they would have to continue attending Care at least for a while to make sure Umbridge didn't inspect Grubs-For-A-Brain and notice that Harry Potter was skipping class, which thanks to ED 24 she could now throw him in Azkaban without trial for the rest of his miserable existence for.
The one good thing to that extent, though, was that someone, possibly Dumbledore even, appeared to have convinced Hagrid to stick to more Ministry approved fifth year animals, increasing his chances of survival. On the other hand, his scrapes and bruises only seemed to be getting worse, and they noticed Umbridge frequently looking at them and occasionally overheard her asking where he got them, something Hagrid continued to brush off without answering, which didn't bode well for his continued teaching.
On the umpteen billionth day that they spotted Umbridge waiting for them next to Hagrid's hut, Daisy asked, "Think she has a time turner or something, to be getting to all these classes?"
"You know, I hadn't even really thought about it, but she'd about have to," answered Simmons. "Because you're completely right — to be free during all of Hagrid and Trelawney's classes purely by coincidence? Pretty unlikely. Weak book plot, maybe, but even that seems unlikely. Also, is she just reviewing the fifth year classes of both of them, which makes less than zero sense from an actual reviewing classes standpoint, or is she in every single one of Hagrid and Trelawney's classes, which literally would be impossible. So I think the only way for it to actually happen — without her missing a bunch of her own classes because those years are essentially just Star Trek redshirts from the author's perspective, completely expendable and therefore the 0-8-4 can literally just have them not have classes and it not matter because we never see or hear about it — would be for her to have a time turner."
But whether or not Umbridge had a time turner, or was just such a hag that she wouldn't even obey the laws of time and physics, FitzSkimmons never found out for sure, as Umbridge never came strolling up to them saying, 'Hi, you three — I have a time turner. There you go, now you don't have to wonder any more.' Not that they did particularly wonder very much, or very often, in fact practically forgetting about it after that discussion, as they really didn't care how she was managing to be everywhere at once, only what would become of it. But as January faded into February, that answer remained for the time being, to be nothing.
~FSK~
Late February, FitzSkimmons were having fun of the not safe for work variety one night, when Fitz suddenly reached out to stop Daisy from bouncing up and down in his lap.
"Vision," he said shortly, as he took in the dark, curtained room Harry's mind was in.
"Aren't you supposed to block those out?" said Simmons from where she was lying next to him, recovering from one orgasm and waiting her turn for another. "Occlumency, and all that."
The Monday after their first lesson with Snape they'd returned as requested, but able to block his attempts at Legilimens just as easily as they had the first time, he had told them they were good and he never wanted to see them again — or something like that.
"Oh, shit," said Fitz, as in his vision he looked down on a man in black robes kneeling. "You're right. Okay then, uh...Daisy, resume what you're doing, and give me a show to watch so enticing it'll completely block out whatever Harry's visioning."
"With pleasure," smirked Daisy, as she leaned back slightly to thrust out her chest, and resumed her bouncing.
Focusing all his attention on the rhythmic, entrancing bouncing of her tits, and the pleasurable feelings of her pussy clamping around his cock, Fitz soon completely blocked out all visions Harry might have been having at the moment. It probably wouldn't have been the way Snape would have suggested doing occlumency, but it worked damn well, and Fitz quickly forgot all about even having started having a vision, lost in his wives' naked glory.