Harry sat in silence, reading. Lavender Brown, the Patil twins, Neville, Ron, and his brother sat in the compartment. From the outside looking in, Harry looked oblivious to the stares he was getting from the girls and the glares from Ron and Charlus. Harry seemed unfazed by the awkward silence in the cabin. Harry was well aware of what was happening. Hermione had stormed into the cabin with Cedric demanding why he wasn't in the prefect meeting. He knew Dumbledore gave him the badge to take some heat off of Charlus. Harry had once been in his brother's shoes. But He didn't want to be a goody-two-shoes prefect like Percy. Harry would help his brother in his signature style. Harry came up with a couple of steps to do just that.

Step 1: don't show up for the prefect meeting.

Step 2: abuse prefect position to let Fred and George wreak havoc.

Step 3: Get the Diadem and destroy it.

Step 4: Mess with Umbridge (Might tell Dobby to piss in her teacup secretly)

Step 5:?

Step 6: Voldy is dead

He closed the book. Turned towards Neville and said, "Neville, I think Hermione's mad at me, so I'm going to head to the prefect meeting now."

"Alright, Harry"

Neville looked at the retreating back of his friend and frowned. They had been best friends since they were babies. Aunt Lily and Uncle James helped raise him after his parents were hospitalized. They wanted him to get along with Charlus, but the quiet Harry was who he ended up befriending. It was so unlike Harry to draw attention to himself. Why now? Neville decided he would ask Harry the first chance he got. Neville didn't have the opportunity the second they got off the train, Harry was swooped away by Snape to presumably the Headmaster's office.

Harry POV

"Harry reflected on our conversation at the end of the year. I believed I asked you to help your brother I don't see how trying to skip the prefect meeting helps him"

"Professor, you plan in a different way than Harry Potter. For you see, the machinations of Harold James Potter are those not understood by the common mind. For you see, Harold James Potter has a plan. And that plan entails many steps. Many steps. And Professor, those steps involve pissing in the cup of my enemies. They involve pantsing Voldy to see his moldy shorts. In short, Professor, I'm afraid my plans are too grand to be understood by normal people. Only a true genius such as myself can understand them. However, be assured by brother will be assisted incredibly." Harry replied before excusing himself and making his way to leave the office.

Snape and McGonagall looked shocked at the normally quiet, mild-mannered, well-behaved Harry Potter calling Dumbledore stupid. Dumbledore, for his part looked sagely. Harry, for his part, was right. Dumbledore didn't understand his plan, but Dumbledore understood what Harry's rant meant. Harry would do what he was asked to in his way. Dumbledore suddenly smiled, "It seems your little lion is finally showing his fangs Minvera."

"What?"

That was the last bit of conversation Harry heard as he left. "First, stop the kitchen," he thought.

After his detour to the kitchen, Harry made his way to the Great Hall. He took a seat next to Neville Just as Umbridge started her speech. It was the same word for word as last time. There was one small change, though; as the feast began to end, Umbridge took hold of her goblet, brought it to her lips, and took a sip. What followed was one of the most superb sentences in Harry's life.

"WHO TOOK A PISS IN MY CUP."