One afternoon in October, Zander, a fifth year from Hufflepuff, came up to James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter. Zander was one of the more popular kids in Hufflepuff; he had the grades, he had the looks, he had the knowledge. "So," Zander said, lowering his voice as he made it to Gryffindor's table, "I heard that you guys are organizing a movement against Umbridge."

"Don't know what you're talking about," Sirius said quickly.

"Guys, I'm not going to rat on you. I heard it from Albert Smith."

"Albert's a good guy," James nodded.

"Taught us how to get into the kitchens," Peter grinned.

"How'd he find out?" Sirius asked. Zander shrugged.

"Listen, the point is, Hufflepuff wants in. I've talked with the other kids in my year, plus a few of the younger kids, and they're all for it."

"What about the sixth and seventh years?" Remus asked him.

"No one's said anything to them yet."

"Just in case, so that they won't say anything?"

"Yeah."

"Alright," Sirius told him.

"You know the spell?" James questioned him quickly. Zander shook his head. "Right, it's just a switching spell. Erm, anything else?"

"No. Well, thanks. We'll see you later." Zander walked out of the hall, probably to inform the rest of Hufflepuff that they could now participate in the rebellion that had started to simmer.

A week later, most of Hufflepuff was reading cookbooks rather than the textbook. Two weeks later, Remus disappeared again due to bad allergies. Three weeks later, James entered his fifth Quidditch practice. "Right," Worthington stated as five other members of of the Quidditch team gathered around him. "Hallie's gone because she's in the Hospital Wing. Apparently she was hexed on her way to class, so she's out of action for the next week. It shouldn't affect our first game, which will be in three weeks." The team looked at him for a moment, before he said, "Well? Let's get practice going."

The team mounted their brooms and rose up into the cloud-filled sky. "Do we have a scenario?" Mitchel asked.

Worthington replied, thinking quickly, "Sure- Maria, get to the hoops. Mitchel, Justin, you have to hit the bludgers at James and away from Sarah. Sarah, you're trying to get the Quaffle from James and to the other side, James, try to score some points. All right? I'm releasing the bludgers." The bludgers were released, James grabbed the Quaffle, and the scrimmage began. James swerved up the pitch, only to be cut off by Sarah, who grinned at him.

"I'm not going to give you an easy time, Potter," she said as she moved to block him again.

"That's alright," James told her and dove toward the ground. Sarah followed, but just as she was gaining, James pulled up, now in front of her. "Yes!" He was twenty yards from the goal posts when his broom started to slow down. "No." Pushing it as fast as he could, he flew towards the goal posts. 10 yards, 5 yards- and then his broom was hit with a well aimed bludger that sent him spiraling out of control and the Quaffle spiraling out of his fingertips.

"Thanks, Potter," Sarah yelled to him as she caught the falling ball and sped to the hoops on the other side of the pitch. After she had scored, Worthington called them to the ground.

"Mitchel, great bludger work. We use that against Ravenclaw, we can probably score a few goals. Justin, nice covering. Sarah, you had a strategy, that's good. James, that was a great dive, but when you get close to the goals, don't slow down. Maria, you were ready to block. Other keepers don't always do that. Should we try another?"

"Sure," Justin said, nodding.

"Ok. Same teams, but Mitchel, you're defending James this time. Up until I catch the snitch. Ready? Go."