The Centaur and the Sneak

The vision wasn't much more than flashes as John was too weak to catch hold of it. He saw Trelawney having one of the few visions she had of her own; he saw Dumbledore and Snape, but only heard snatches of their conversation. He couldn't make out what they were saying at all, past the flashes of light in different colours that felt like spikes in his head. He saw the mysterious orb again, then, he saw Voldemort killing Harry's parents. He watched Voldemort raise his wand at baby Harry, and John shot awake just as Voldemort cast the Killing Curse, green light searing his eyes.

He gasped for breath and found Sherlock sitting next to him, and they were still in the middle of the Entrance Hall, though the crowd had now dispersed.

'It's all right,' Sherlock murmured and John groaned, holding his head in his hands.

'How much trouble am I in?' John asked, voice muffled by his hands.

Sherlock shrugged. 'Umbridge seems to be under the impression that you were having some sort of psychotic episode. I didn't correct her.'

John snorted. 'Fantastic.'

'What did you see?'

'Not much,' John shrugged, getting shakily to his feet. 'That weird orb again. Snape. Harry's parents…'

'Snape?' Sherlock said. 'What's he got to do with any of this?'

'Might be from when he was a Death Eater.'

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, then caught hold of John's sleeve as he made to walk away. 'Where are you going?'

'Food,' John grunted, and wandered off to the kitchens.

Two days later, they were due to have their first Divination lesson with Firenze. Most of their class were eagerly discussing what the lesson might be like at breakfast, but John was dreading it. He always hated having visions in front of people. He tried not to be embarrassed, some situations were unavoidable, but he resented having to put himself in situations that might trigger it more. He'd gotten comfortable with it in Trelawney's classroom. She drew much of the attention away from him anyway, so it was barely noticeable if he drifted off, but he had no idea what it would be like in Firenze's classroom.

'I'll bet you wish you hadn't given up Divination now, don't you, Hermione?' Parvati smirked, checking her reflection in the back of her spoon.

'Not really,' said Hermione, reading that morning's Daily Prophet. 'I've never really liked horses.'

'He's not a horse, he's a centaur!' said Lavender, sounding shocked.

'A gorgeous centaur…' sighed Parvati. 'What do you think, Dean?'

Dean started at being asked. He realised he wasn't quite as used to being out of the closet as he thought he was, nor at being adopted into the girls' circle of friends. 'Uh… He's okay, I guess. Not really my type, though…' He glanced at Cas, who was sitting next to him sipping on some pumpkin juice. 'I prefer the tall, dark and handsome.'

The girls giggled and Cas turned pink.

'Either way, he's still got four legs,' Hermione said coolly. 'Anyway, I thought you were all upset that Trelawney's gone.'

'We are!' Lavender assured her. 'We went up to her office to see her; we took up some daffodils - not the honking ones Sprout's got, nice ones.'

'How is she?' John asked.

'Not very good, poor thing,' said Lavender sympathetically. 'She was crying saying she'd rather leave the castle forever than stay here where Umbridge is, and I don't blame her. Umbridge was horrible to her, wasn't she?'

'I've got a feeling Umbridge has only just started being horrible,' said Hermione.

'Impossible,' said Ron. 'She can't get any worse than she's already been.'

'You mark my words, she's going to want revenge on Dumbledore for appointing a new teacher without consulting her,' said Hermione, closing the newspaper. 'Especially another part-human. You saw the look on her face when she saw Firenze.'

Cas winced. 'Hermione, could you not call people "part-human",' he mumbled, before jumping out of his seat and hurrying from the room.

Dean followed him, catching him just outside the Entrance Hall. 'Hey, what's wrong?'

Cas shook his head. 'Sorry,' he muttered. 'She - she's going to find out about me, Dean, and then what will she do to me?'

'Nothing,' Dean said firmly, putting his hands on Cas's shoulders. 'She can't do anything to you, I promise.'

Cas took a deep breath and nodded.

'I gotta go to Divination, where will you guys be?'

'Herbology,' Cas mumbled. 'We're borrowing Greenhouse Four so Terry can show us how to feed his Chinese Chomping Cabbages.'

'Sounds fun,' Dean smiled. 'Don't forget, tell Sherlock if you need me, okay?'

Cas nodded. 'I'll see you at lunch.' He gave Dean's hand a quick squeeze before exiting out to the grounds.

Dean then joined the other Gryffindors on their way to Divination, catching up with John, who was dawdling behind the rest of them.

'Cas okay?' John asked.

'As okay as he can be, I guess,' Dean said.

'Aren't we going up to the North Tower?' Ron called as Parvati passed the marble staircase.

Parvati looked at him scornfully over her shoulder. 'How d'you expect Firenze to climb that ladder? We're in classroom eleven now, it was on the noticeboard yesterday.'

Classroom eleven was on the ground floor along the corridor leading off the Entrance Hall from the opposite side of the Great Hall. It was one of those classrooms that were never used regularly, and therefore had the slightly neglected feeling of a cupboard or storeroom.

When they walked in, however, they found themselves in the middle of a forest clearing.

'What the - '

John was stunned for a moment, but then smiled, realising there was no need for him to have been so nervous. His shoulders relaxed, and he breathed deeply. The room now felt like what the Forbidden Forest had before the centaurs revolted and soured the energy.

The classroom floor had been planted with a thick carpet of moss that felt springy beneath their feet and trees were growing out of it; their leafy branches fanned across the ceiling and windows, so that the room was full of slanting shafts of soft, dappled green light. The students who had already arrived were sitting on the earthy floor with their backs resting against tree trunks or boulders, arms wrapped around their knees or folded tightly against their chests, and all looking rather nervous. In the middle of the clearing, where there were no trees, stood Firenze.

'Harry Potter,' he said, holding out a hand when Harry entered the room.

'Er - hi,' said Harry, shaking hands with the centaur, who surveyed him unblinkingly through astonishingly blue eyes. 'Er - good to see you.'

'And you,' said Firenze, inclining his white-blond head. 'It was foretold we would meet again.'

'Er - right.'

Then Firenze noticed John and shook his hand as well. 'Oracle,' he murmured, a slight reverent tone entering his voice.

John blushed and looked around nervously, though thankfully no one had heard what Firenze called him. 'Could you - could you just call me John?' he said uncomfortably.

'Of course.'

John then noticed the shadow of a hoof print on his chest. 'Are you all right?' he asked.

Firenze gave him a small smile. 'Yes,' he said.

When the door was closed and the last student had sat down on a tree stump, Firenze gestured around the room.

'Professor Dumbledore has kindly arranged this classroom for us,' said Firenze, 'in imitation of my natural habitat. I would have preferred to teach you in the Forbidden Forest, which was - until Monday - my home… but that is no longer possible.'

'Please, sir,' said Parvati breathlessly, raising her hand, 'why not? We've been in there with Hagrid, we're not frightened!'

John shivered as he looked at the real Forest. It still felt dark and foreboding, swirling with chaos between the trees. 'Maybe you should be,' he mumbled.

'It is not a question of bravery,' said Firenze, 'but of my position. I cannot return to the Forest. My herd has banished me.'

'Herd?' said Lavender in a confused voice. 'There are more of you?'

John looked around at everyone's stunned faces and realised that none of them knew much about centaurs at all.

'Did Hagrid breed you, like the Thestrals?' asked Seamus eagerly.

John cringed and Dean Thomas punched Seamus in the arm.

Firenze turned his head very slowly to face Seamus, who realised that he had said something very offensive.

'I didn't - I meant - sorry,' he finished in a hushed voice.

'Centaurs are not the servants or playthings of humans,' said Firenze quietly. There was a pause, then Parvati raised her hand again.

'Please, sir… why have the other centaurs banished you?'

'Because I have agreed to work for Professor Dumbledore,' said Firenze. 'They see this as a betrayal of our kind.'

An image of Bane kicking Firenze in the chest briefly flashed in front of John' eyes and he winced, rubbing his own chest.

'Let us begin,' said Firenze. He swished his tail, raised his hand towards the leafy canopy overhead, then lowered it slowly, and the light in the room dimmed, so that they now appeared to be sitting in a forest clearing by twilight. Stars appeared on the ceiling and there were several appreciative gasps.

'Lie back on the floor,' said Firenze in his calm voice, 'and observe the heavens. Here it is written, for those who can see, the fortune of our races.'

John lay back and gazed up at the stars. Mars glittered brightly directly above them, but John didn't look at it for too long. He could feel the future's conflict pulling at him if he did, and he'd already seen enough, so he looked around at the other stars instead. They swirled around showing him different patterns, but he didn't bother trying to grasp any of them, he just watched the stars dance and relaxed.

'I know you have learned the names of the planets and their moons in Astronomy,' came Firenze's voice, 'and that you have mapped the stars' progress through the heavens. Centaurs have unravelled the mysteries of these movements over centuries. Our findings teach us that the future may be glimpsed in the sky above us-'

'Professor Trelawney did astrology with us!' said Parvati excitedly, pointing up at the ceiling. 'Mars causes accidents and burns and things like that, and when it makes a right angle with Saturn, like now, that means people need to be extra careful when handling hot things-'

'That,' said Firenze calmly, 'is human nonsense.'

Parvati's hand fell limply by her side.

'Trivial hurts. Tiny human accidents,' said Firenze. 'These are of no more significance than the scurrying of ants to the wider universe, and are unaffected by planetary movements.'

'Professor Trelawney-' began Parvati, in a hurt voice.

'-is human,' said Firenze simply. 'And is therefore blinkered and fettered by the limitations of your kind.'

'Except John,' Parvati said, sounding quite jealous.

'Oh, no, I'm definitely blinkered and fettered,' John chuckled. 'Don't worry, Parvati, you're still better at Trelawney's classes than I am.'

'Sybill Trelawney may have Seen, I do not know,' Firenze continued, 'but she wastes her time, in the main, on the self-flattering nonsense humans call fortune-telling. I, however, am here to explain the wisdom of centaurs, which is impersonal and impartial. We watch the skies for the great tides of evil or change that are sometimes marked there. It may take ten years to be sure of what we're seeing.'

Firenze pointed up at Mars.

'In the past decade, the indications have been that wizardkind is living through nothing more than a brief calm between two wars. Mars, bringer of battle, shines brightly above us, suggesting that the fight must soon break out again. How soon, centaurs may attempt to divine by the burning of certain herbs and leaves, by the observation of fume and flame…'

It was one of the most unusual lessons they had ever attended. They did indeed burn sage and mallowsweet there on the classroom floor, and Firenze told them to look for certain shapes and symbols in the fumes.

John's strong suit had never been fire omens, but something about what they were doing felt very familiar. He rubbed his eyes as half-remembered dreams floated around in his head.

'He's not very definite on anything, is he?' Ron muttered as Firenze passed them. 'I mean, I could do with a few more details about this war, couldn't you?'

'You don't,' John whispered.

Both Harry and Ron stared at him.

'Have you seen something?' Harry whispered.

'Not much,' John said. Again he saw Sherlock being thrown across a destroyed Great Hall. 'I don't know when, but I know it'll be here.'

'Here as in Hogwarts?'

John nodded, and there was Sherlock again. He couldn't see anything before or after, but he hated seeing it at all. When it passed once more, he found he had crushed his entire handful of mallowsweet.

'You all right, mate?' Ron asked.

John nodded, but his heart ached. He needed to see Sherlock.

The bell rang outside, and everyone jumped, having forgotten they were still inside the castle at all.

John leapt to his feet and hurried outside, where Sherlock was waiting for him. He hadn't noticed, however, that the small forest they'd been sitting in had muffled some of the energy that constantly threw itself at him, and it all came back in force. He grabbed at Sherlock and his eyes watered, feeling as though his temples were being stabbed with several sharp knives.

'What's wrong?' Sherlock asked as John hugged him tightly. 'Did you see something?'

'No,' John said, his voice muffled by Sherlock's robes. 'Yes. I don't want to talk about it.'

Sherlock kissed the top of his head. 'All right.'

They kept in close contact for much of the day, meeting up again at lunch so John could hold Sherlock's hand while they ate.

When they all walked into the Great Hall, however, Castiel marched up to Dean between the house tables, a stony expression on his face.

'Uh oh,' said Dean.

'What did you do?' Sherlock asked in amusement.

'I don't know,' Dean said, thinking quickly.

Cas stood in front of him, hands on his hips. 'You lied to me.'

'About what?'

'Your birthday. You told me it wasn't until March, but it was over a month ago.'

'Oh. That.' Dean said guiltily. 'How did you find out?'

'I wanted to do something for your birthday,' Cas said, and Sherlock and John slipped awkwardly past them. 'I asked Sam what you might like and he told me. Why did you lie?'

'There was other stuff going on, it's not a big deal.'

'You turned seventeen, Dean, it is a big deal,' Cas insisted. 'I could have used something nice to think about right around then,' he added quietly.

'Jeez, Cas, I'm sorry, I didn't think about it like that.'

Cas shook his head and pushed past Dean, storming out of the room.

'Cas, wait-' but he was gone before Dean could stop him.

Dean groaned, and hurriedly ate some food, but there was no time to try and track Cas down before the next class, so he waited until lessons were finished and skipped dinner to find him. He only managed to check the hospital wing before the golden Galleon they used for DA meetings burned in his pocket. He swore and ran back towards the Room of Requirement. He must have forgotten there was a meeting that night.

He burst through the door, but nearly fell over as an entire room of people yelled 'SURPRISE!' and several confetti cannons went off.

'Happy birthday!' everyone yelled, and Sam bounded up to him.

'What do you think?' Sam asked.

Dean looked around. Nearly the whole DA had gathered, and were all holding party horns and wearing hats. There was a long table laden with snacks, balloons hanging from the ceiling, and a big banner that read 'It is your birthday'.

'Cas did the decorations,' Sam explained as Dean raised an eyebrow at the banner.

'Oh, that makes sense. Where is Cas?'

'I'm here.' Cas appeared next to Dean, making him jump again. 'Sorry.'

'This was all his idea actually,' Sam grinned and Cas looked away bashfully.

'It was, really?' Dean smiled.

Cas nodded.

Sam disappeared amongst the rest of the DA, who all began moving towards the food, and dancing to the music that filled the room.

'Are you still mad at me?' Dean asked Cas.

Cas smiled shyly. 'I never was,' he said. 'I - um - I was pretending so that you would be surprised. Did it work?'

'Seriously?' Dean said, delighted. 'Yeah, it worked, great job man.' He put an arm around Cas's shoulders. 'I'm just gonna kiss you on the cheek here.' He leaned in, but Cas turned his head and gave Dean a quick peck on the lips instead, before pulling away, turning bright red.

Dean's heart fluttered and he too blushed, grinning. 'You okay there, Cas?' he said, chuckling slightly.

Cas nodded, still blushing furiously. 'Happy birthday,' he stammered.

Dean sighed. 'You're awesome,' he said, hooking his pinkie finger around Cas's. 'I love it.'

Cas took a deep breath and cleared his throat. 'I'm glad you like it,' he said so quietly Dean barely heard him. 'Are you excited to use magic outside of school?'

'Oh, like you wouldn't believe,' Dean laughed. 'I've got plans for the house, but I need magic for it. It'll look so great when I'm done, though.'

Cas smiled, then pushed Dean towards the food. 'The house-elves made your favourites. As a birthday gift,' he added at Hermione's disapproving frown.

Dean grinned and gratefully ate as much food as he could, after having missed dinner. He was even pleased to see Cas picking at some of the snacks.

John and Sherlock were the first to leave, John apologising to Dean on their way out, though Dean waved it off. He could clearly see how tired John was.

The party turned out to be just what Dean, and many others, needed. Between Umbridge attending every single Care of Magical Creatures lesson, and all the other teachers constantly reminding them of how their OWLs were drawing ever nearer, moments to relax became few and far between.

If it weren't for the DA and Cas, Dean didn't know how he could have coped. Most likely, he would have given up long ago, as he had done on his last attempt to get through fifth year, but the way Cas looked at him as he made his way through the passage of a book, or wrote a new paragraph of an essay sustained him.

The DA, too, was his pride and joy. As he and Harry noticed how far they'd all come, he thought he might burst from how proud he was. He spent a long time imagining the look on Umbridge's face when every fifth year member of the DA scored an Outstanding on their Defence Against the Dark Arts OWLs.

They had finally started work on Patronuses, which everyone had been keen to practice. Though Dean tried not to play favourites too much, this time around, he paid special attention to Cas. He knew that Cas had been afraid to try conjuring a Patronus that last time he had been offered, but this time he seemed determined to master it. He was one of a few that only managed a thin silver vapour a few lessons in, along with Sam and Sherlock, although Sherlock's glowed brighter when he caught sight of John's grunting, toothy English Bulldog and burst into hysterical laughter.

'At least I can make one,' John said, blushing furiously.

Dean struggled not to laugh himself, and ducked away to reassure Sam that his was only weaker because he was younger.

'You're only in second year, Sam,' he said reasonably. 'It's amazing that you can even get the shield type.'

Sam nodded, the frustration on his face fading.

'Can we see yours?' Colin Creevey said eagerly.

'Uh, sure, actually I think a demonstration is a great idea - hey, Harry!' he called Harry over, who blew the whistle to get everyone's attention.

They cleared a space so everyone could see, raised their wands and cried, 'Expecto Patronum!'

Harry's stag burst from the end of his wand and galloped around the room, while Dean's alsatian ran sure-footedly in a circle around the two of them, before it saw Cas and ran over to him, jumping up to put its front paws on his chest.

Both Cas and Dean blushed, and Dean whistled the Patronus back to his side.

There were appreciative claps around the room, and Dean grinned, then he and Harry turned them all back to the task at hand. They all seemed to be a lot more determined now that they had seen Harry and Dean do it.

Dean went up to Cas, his alsatian still wagging its tail in Cas's presence.

'Why don't we try it again?' Dean suggested and Cas nodded, raising his wand. 'Remember, keep your happiest thoughts in your mind. Let them fill you up… that's it… and-'

'Expecto Patronum!'

This time when Cas cast the charm, a huge, powerful black panther leapt from the end of his wand, landing surprisingly lightly for its size. It stared around, just as Cas, Dean, and everyone in the immediate vicinity stopped to stare at it. It prowled around in front of Cas, then stalked up to Dean's alsatian, sniffing it gently. It seemed satisfied and pushed its head against the alsatian, purring loudly, then did the same to Dean, almost pushing him over. There were several muffled giggles and both their Patronuses glowed even brighter.

'All right, all right, show's over,' Dean said, cheeks blazing, allowing his Patronus to fade.

The others got back to trying to produce their own, and Cas kept his going, watching it stride confidently around.

'That's really mine?' Cas whispered when Dean came to stand next to him.

Dean gave him a confused look. 'What do you mean?'

'It looks… strong… but it came from me.'

Dean grinned and nudged him with an elbow. 'You are strong, Cas. Patronuses don't lie.' He chuckled when it came back to brush against him again. 'I think it likes me.'

Cas smiled, patted his Patronus on the head, and finally let it fade.

'Everyone stop!'

Dean's head snapped around as John's voice screamed across the room, and silence fell.

'She's coming!' he yelled, holding his head.

No one moved.

'Who's coming?' Dean asked, running over to him and grabbing his shoulders.

John opened his mouth but nothing came out, seemingly unable to speak past the pain in his head.

Then blood drained from Sherlock's face as he whispered, 'Pink.'

'It's Umbridge!' Dean shouted.

'WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR?' Harry bellowed. 'EVERYONE RUN!'

Everyone pelted towards the exit. Dean tried to stay until everyone had left the room, to make sure no one was stuck, but John yanked on his arm, dragging him towards the exit.

'You have to run now!' John shouted at him.

'But-'

'The rest of us will be fine, but she can't catch you or Cas.'

Dean glanced behind him, where Cas was hovering uncertainly, and nodded. 'Come on, Cas, let's go.' He grabbed Cas's hand and let John lead them away.

They sprinted down the corridor, away from the Room of Requirement. They were just about to round a corner, when John threw an arm out and stopped them, forcing them back the way they'd come a few steps.

'Tripping Jinx,' he whispered, his eyes raking the spot the spell had been set, the only one able to see it.

Sherlock nodded.

'What now?' Dean hissed, the uncomfortable feeling of being closed in on prickling up his spine.

John and Sherlock looked at each other, having a silent conversation, then their eyes flickered around the corridor. They nodded, then leapt into action.

Sherlock jumped out and shouted, 'Reducto!', pointing his wand at the wall further down the corridor, creating clouds of dust to conceal them as the stone exploded under the force of Sherlock's spell.

John grabbed Dean and Cas again, and pushed them forward, making sure they jumped over the Tripping Jinx, and forced them into a hidden passageway behind a loose painting. It was blocked on the other side, but there was enough room for the four of them to hide inside and wait.

They could hear people on the other side of the painting shouting and trying to work out where they'd gone.

Cas squeezed Dean's hand, but the longer they waited, the harder he squeezed until a tiny whimper escaped his lips.

'Cas-' Dean began, but John shushed him.

Dean bit his lip. Cas's eyes were beginning to look luminous in the dark, but by the way Sherlock and John were frozen by the entrance, they couldn't move. He patted his pocket and gave Cas a questioning look, and Cas reached into his own pocket, pulling out an already brightly glowing jar in a shaking hand. Dean grimaced, but brought Cas's attention to his face, then breathed deeply, gesturing for Cas to do the same.

Cas nodded and tried his best, but it wasn't long before there were tears streaming down his face from the strain.

Dean looked desperately at Sherlock, who shook his head. John was still frozen on the spot, and they were all waiting for his signal.

Seconds ticked by so slow they felt like hours, until at long last, John burst out from behind the painting.

Cas could barely move, and they would never get him downstairs.

'The Room,' Sherlock muttered, nodding back down the corridor the way they'd come.

'Let's go, you can do it,' Dean muttered to Cas, holding him tightly around the shoulders.

They hurried back to the Room of Requirement, and Dean paced around in front of it, asking it for a safe place for Cas. On his third pass, a new door appeared and Dean dragged Cas inside, while Sherlock and John kept watch outside.

Cas let go, but aimed it away from Dean, destroying a stack of chairs nearby.

When Cas's light faded, Dean got a quick look at what the Room had created and saw a single soft-looking bed, surrounded by what appeared to be spare furniture for the whole castle. There were desks, chairs, cabinets, old sofas that had been discarded from all four of the house common rooms, and splintered old bedframes.

'You want to lie down?' Dean asked Cas, holding him up, nodding at the single intact bed.

Cas shook his head and pulled himself together. 'We should get back upstairs.' He stumbled out of the room first, then they followed Sherlock and John up to Gryffindor Tower.

'Can you get my crystal ball?' John asked Sherlock, sitting down on the sofa before the fire.

'Where's Harry?' Hermione said frantically when she noticed them.

'They caught him,' John told her, getting himself comfortable, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his hands.

Hermione gasped.

'Don't panic yet, I think I can see it,' John said, 'I just need - ah, here it is.'

Sherlock flew down the stairs with the crystal ball as Dean lowered a shaking Cas into an armchair.

'You need anything?' Dean murmured, crouching beside him.

Cas shook his head and closed his eyes, still looking quite queasy. 'I'll be all right in a minute.'

'Okay, I'm right here.'

Sherlock sat closely by John and waited for him to gaze into the depths of the crystal ball.

John squinted and tilted his head. 'Looks like… Harry and… who's that girl with curly hair? The one that hangs out with Cho?'

'Marietta?' Sherlock frowned.

'Yeah, Marietta. They're all in Dumbledore's office… Oh no, Fudge is there too - and Percy.'

Ron bunched his fists.

'Oh my God, what's on her face?' John gasped, squinting into the ball. He could see vivid purple pustules had erupted on Marietta's face, close together forming the work 'SNEAK' across her cheeks. He looked up at Hermione. 'Did you do that to her?'

'Do what?' Ron asked, as Hermione turned pink and nodded.

John snorted. 'You'll see tomorrow.' He readjusted himself and looked into the ball once more. 'I can't really heart what they're saying… Hang on…' he rubbed his eyes again. 'That's better… Okay, they're questioning her and she's… denying it? That's weird, but - oh no… Hermione, they've got the list. They must have run into the Room of Requirement to grab it when we left.'

Hermione chewed on her fingernails.

'They're saying… Oh God, they've seen it says Dumbledore's Army on it, he's taking the blame!'

'He can't!' Hermione cried.

'They're going to arrest him.' Then John flinched violently, nearly dropping the ball, but he didn't seem to need it anymore, so Sherlock tucked it away, watching John closely while the rest of the vision played out.

'He - he knocked them all out,' John said, his eyes closed. 'He's… gone.'

'What do you mean he's gone?' Sherlock asked. 'They're not taking him to Azkaban, are they?'

'No, he disappeared before they could take him…'

They all fell silent as the implications of Dumbledore disappearing sunk in.

Cas reached down and grabbed Dean's hand. There was nothing standing between them and Umbridge now.

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