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Chapter 4: A chapter in 2 parts: The Return of the DA and Ginny's Revenge

Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered as many former DA members as they could. Some could not be there however:

Fred and George had run away near the end of seventh year, but were very successful in their joke shop in Diagon Alley.

Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell had been taken on by England's Quidditch team. They were that good.

Alicia Spinnet decided to work in the Ministry in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, because she preferred that to goal scoring.

Cho Chang had gone off to Ireland to stop banshee attacks (don't ask).

Marietta Edgecombe followed in her mother's footsteps and went to work at the Ministry. She worked in the Floo Network (a terribly tedious job) and she had never really found the countercurse to Hermione's jinx while in sixth year, so she was lacking in an interesting life and a boyfriend. Poor Marietta.

Hannah Abbot had been taken away from Hogwarts, upon hearing of her mother's death.

Zacharias Smith was too standoffish and stuck up (Harry didn't even bother to tell him about the DA).

But many of the former DA members did come: the Creevey brothers, Colin and Dennis, Luna Lovegood (who was only too enthusiastic about the club), Neville Longbottom (who felt the same way that Luna did), Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillan, Susan Bones, Michael Corner, Ginny Weasley, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, the Patil twins, Parvati and Padma, Anthony Goldstein, Lavender Brown (to Ron's annoyance), and some new additions: Demelza Robbins, Jimmy Peakes, Draco, Andrew Kirke, Jack Sloper, and Ritchie Coote.

Yes, it was very strange to see three Gryffindor students crossing the Great Hall to contact other students, but Umbridge was so complacent, she did not notice.

DA members were to gather in the Room of Requirement the following evening.

The next day, Hermione appeared at breakfast, looking extremely tired, her hand red.

Harry looked at her sympathetically. "What'd she make you write?"

"I must not strike out against authority."

"Hm. I feel for you, Hermione. It's just two more days though."

"I nearly got really behind on homework! I had two huge translations for Ancient Runes, and this book to read for Arithmancy…I was up until three last night!"

"Well, you see how it is."

"Definitely."

"Hey guys!" Ginny joined them. "What's wrong with your hand, Hermione?"

"You didn't know? I got detention with Umbridge for three days."

Ginny cracked up. "You? You got detention? How funny is that?"

"Not funny if she makes you slice your hand open and write with your own blood."

Ginny was confused. "Huh?"

So Hermione explained.

Ginny was outraged. "What an old bat! I am so glad the DA's reforming, because she deserves whatever disrespect we give her."

Hermione smiled weakly and Ginny plowed on. "I will make her regret that; believe me."

When Ginny says this, you do not take it lightly.

Umbridge went out that afternoon to Hogsmeade. There was a nice, little café that she liked. It was called Madam Puddifoot's and was sophisticated and neat (in her eyes). Ginny saw her opportunity.

She crept into Umbridge's office at about two in the afternoon, during her free period. She had caught up on all her work, so she had time. She had "borrowed" Neville's prized plant: the one that squirted nasty, green liquid if prodded hard. She also had stolen Crabbe's wand to make as much mischief as possible and not get caught with the Priori Incantatem spell. An hour later she left. Umbridge came back about ten minutes later. They passed each other in the hall. Another idea sprung into Ginny's head. Thank you Professor McGonagall! Your Transfiguration skills are assisting me! With a nonverbal spell, she directed her wand at Umbridge's head and…Umbridge had long, white hair, as white as Dumbledore's. Umbridge did not notice.

Yet.

Sure enough, as Ginny sprinted down the hall with a broad grin on her face, she heard a loud shriek, as did Professor McGonagall, who came running to her office. She held back a gale of laughter.

The office was a disaster. But it was an amusing disaster (courtesy of Ginny). Soot had been tracked all over the pink carpet, the walls were black, green pools of slime were on every flat surface, owl droppings were all over the folders, and two noisy bats swooped around the room. But this was the best part: Ginny let Peeves in, just before she left. Peeves had always had respect for the Weasley twins, and seeing their sister follow in their footsteps was a delight. He was only too glad to assist Ginny. So he was busy etching out rude words onto the desk, juggling vases that formerly held dried flowers (which had been replaced with dead insects from the Potions students' cupboard).

Professor McGonagall didn't feel like helping Umbridge clean up; she decided to watch her struggle to catch Peeves and the bats. Umbridge had white hair still, but did not notice. She screamed loudly when Peeves shoved her prized pink cardigan into one of the nasty vases. Professor McGonagall, luckily, had a camera hidden in her robes and surreptitiously began snapping away.

"Hm," she chortled as she left, "it's a good thing I keep this with me sometimes. Drat! I have a class now, better run."

So Umbridge spent her day trying to fix her office.

Hermione caught a glimpse of the office and smiled widely. Ginny did a pretty good job.

At six o'clock sharp, the members of the first DA, and the new ones, gathered in the Room of Requirement.

Demelza was awed. "Wow! What is this place?"

Harry explained. Draco knew the Room very well, having used it for his evil planning as a sixth year. But Draco, the reformed Death Eater wanted to help defend his friends, funnily enough. Who cares about Father? Who cares about Snape? Are they here? No.

Harry decided, "Okay, so here we are, Dumbledore's Army, or the DA."

Everyone showed his or her enthusiasm by nodding or even clapping. Harry continued, "I've taught you all as many jinxes as I know, except some useful hexes that come in handy. But we should try to research some more…for practice."

Everyone agreed enthusiastically. For the first hour, they practiced Stunning, Disarming, and Patronuses. Thanks to Harry's good instruction, the majority of the group had gotten the hang of Patronuses, even Neville. Ron finally produced one as well—it looked like a weasel, ironically. Luna's looked like an owl. Draco's was a cute kitten.

Hermione tried not to laugh at it.

Harry taught them the incantation for the Furnunculus Curse, but they didn't practice this one, not wanting to come in droves to the Hospital Wing with nasty fungus-like growths on their faces.

In the last hour, they researched more jinxes and curses. Harry discovered a great find: the Rebounding Spell, which, according to Blocking the Unforgivable, would work on the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse.

Hermione found the countercurse for Sectumsempra. Snape had made up that spell in his fifth year at Hogwarts and had taught it to all the Death Eaters, upon joining. Voldemort rejoiced in this find, and found the countercurse, which had been revealed in Discovering the Newly Discovered. Hermione realized that the Death Eater who'd been trapped in the bell jar of Time in the Ministry had used it on her, and she would have bled to death, had the Death Eater actually used his voice for this, which would cause its effects to be much stronger. The countercurse was a funny sort of wave with the incantation, Iuvo.

After noting these finds and listing the others that had been found, Hermione extracted a piece of parchment from her bag, wrote DA on top, and insisted that all members sign it, and agree not to expose the club in any way.

The list was complete. Hermione tucked it into her bag carefully, as opposed to pinning it onto the wall, which was not amazingly safe, as proved by fifth year when Draco had discovered it on the wall.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny knew that she had jinxed it again. But it could have been a different one. With Hermione, who knew?

The future brightened a little. More.

A/N: Any ideas for more disasters involving our toad-like teacher? Thanks.