Dumbledore's Army was now a real group of people. But where could they practice. There was no where they could go where Umbridge wouldn't find them. And they couldn't be found. Or Umbridge would shut them down, and may even sack Dumbledore. No one was prepared to allow that to happen. So when Neville found a secret hide out, they were relieved. The room of requirement: the perfect place for Harry to teach in secret.

So they met a few days later, all communing in this hidden room behind the wall. Harry was practically strutting up and down. He looked as if he belonged in charge. But no one was in charge of Hazel. Or Fred and George.

Their first lesson was on Expelliarmus. It was a spell that Harry had mastered early on, and the spell he used to stop Voldemort killing him the last time.

Hazel watched as the twins fought, and then found Fred challenging her.

"Come on, Black. Let's do this." Fred grinned. He was confident she wouldn't be able to beat him.

Hazel smirked. He had met his match. She was about to take him and his stupid pride down. They took their stances, and everyone then began to crowd around. George turned to Harry.

"10 quid says Hazel wins" he bet.

Harry shook George's hand. "You're on."

The two raised their wands. And as soon as Fred leant forward, Hazel cast the spell.

"Expelliarmus!" Fred flew back into the wall, and the others started laughing. Hazel just did a happy dance to herself as Fred clambered to his feet. He stormed over, annoyed that he was being laughed at by his own twin.

"I'll get you back for that." He smirked darkly.

She just grinned back. "Bring it on."

The rest of the class then continued to fight one another. Even Ron and Hermione duelled. Hermione, of course, won.

Each time they met up was amazing. They all just felt so free in that room. And when they began casting 'Expecto Patronum', they were all excited. They had heard the rumours of individuals having their own animal form for their patronus, but only Hermione had seen one, other than Harry. The whole of Dumbledore's Army wanted to know.

Hazel tried casting it, but found herself being blocked. Her good memories involved Cedric. And Cedric was dead. She attempted the spell for about a week before she finally just gave up. It wasn't working.

She had to admit it to herself, that she was struggling to smile these days. It wasn't the sadness over Cedric's death. It was the anger she felt at herself for being okay with it. She was guilty. Guilty for being able to move on from it. So she did what she could to stop herself from moving on. She shut everything out. But she couldn't pretend for too long. She was starting to crack.

"Haze?" Fred sat beside her. "Why're you avoiding George?"

She hadn't realised she was. But clearly, she had been. Why else would she have not been speaking to him? He was her best friend.

"I don't know." Fred raised an eyebrow and then sighed.

"I know you're still getting over losing Cedric, and we understand but-"

"That's the thing, Fred." She began, with a deep breath. "I'm not."

"What?"

"I got over it about 7 months ago." He couldn't stop staring at Hazel. "But I feel guilty that I did," she began crying, "because I loved him and I just somehow can move on with my life? How is that right? I should be feeling alone and crushed, but I'm not. I'm guilty."

Fred wrapped an arm around her, allowing her to lean on his shoulder.

"Haze, it's okay to be okay." He tried to reason.

She just shook her head. "No it's not."

They just sat there for a while, as Fred allowed Hazel to cry in his arms.

The next day, she gave it another shot. She got there early, and focused on trying to get the spell to work. Instead of thinking about old memories, she thought about memories she could have. Memories with her father. Him finally teaching her to ride a bike. Spending the days hanging out with Fred and George. Seeing Luna's weird garden she had heard about often. A light came from her wand.

It was only there for a second, and it wasn't very large, but it was something. It gave her some hope she could do it. She kept trying. She thought about the stories she could hear about her mother. From the pictures, she looked so beautiful and happy. Sirius could tell her about when they got married. About when they met. About when she was born. What was her first word? When did she start to walk? What time was she born? What day was she born?

Out burst a grizzly bear.

She smiled at it, watching the bear run around her body, clearly only a baby.

"That's a patronus." Harry grinned. The rest of the group watched in awe. Fred gave her a thumbs up, and George just smiled at her.

The others then immediately got stuck in, casting their Patronus' instantly. Even Neville had finally managed to create on.

Then the wall came down.

Umbridge stood on the other side with her little group of slithering kiss-ups, smirking with pride at finally catching them. They pulled Cho out from behind the wall, and each member of the group glared at her. They couldn't believe her betrayal.

Umbridge dragged Harry away, and gave Hazel a menacing grin. She shuddered, grabbing her wrist protectively. George then realised what had happened. He was furious. The Slytherin gang grabbed all of them and led them through the hole. They'd been caught.

Dumbledore had been removed from his headmaster position. Umbridge finally had these brats where she wanted them. She was in charge. That was unfortunate for the rest of the school, because now she had the power to do whatever she wanted.

Hazel, Fred and George refused to allow this. This was their school. They weren't about to let some Ministry hag take the school. Not without a fight. But Hazel feared having to write more lines. That quill was just evil.

Fred, George and Hazel started small. Handing out some of the twins merchandise to keep the younger kids from being in her lessons or detentions. It was genius. But Umbridge wasn't about to put up with that. She wasn't stupid.

So she just gave them more detentions. And any kid caught using their products. But that wouldn't stop them. They had to fight her. She couldn't win. She just couldn't.

"Hand me that match." George requested.

Hazel quickly lit it and gave it to him. George lit the firworks, and Fred lit them on the other side of the grand staircase. They all then sprinted for their lives as they watched them explode. Students screamed and laughed. And Umbridge immediately came running. She was going to have to up her game to stop them.

And she was going to. She promised that.