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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT:
The One With the Great Escape from Umbitch
Sirius stepped into his home later on that evening and gratefully kicked off his boots. He'd spent three and a half hours with the Board of Governors discussing the role of the Department of Education's inspections. His head was pounding. His feet hurt. And he still hadn't come to any sort of conclusion about the engravings on the twins' hands.
It had been four days since his meeting with them and yet he hadn't told a soul about it.
He rubbed his knuckles over his eyes as Zee came down the stairs in red flannel pyjama pants and a matching button-down, long-sleeved collared flannel top. Her feet were bare and her toes freshly painted in a bright red that matched her pyjamas; the thought that she would match her toes to her pjs made him smile.
"Hi, love."
Zee stood on her toes to kiss him softly. "Late one?"
"Yeah," he said, tossing his cloak onto the coat stand. "Babe, if I think someone is using dark magic, but I don't have proof of it, how can I bring it up as an issue?"
Zee's brow furrowed. "Who's using dark magic?"
Sirius sighed as he headed into the kitchen, pleased to find a plate covered with a warming charm for him. "Oh, food, bless you!" He carefully unwrapped it, placing it on the kitchen table, and went to find utensils. "When I met with Fred and George the other day, there was something that I left out."
"Oh?" she asked, taking a seat across from him.
He explained what he saw on their hands and how they had described it as a quill that took their blood.
"Blood magic is often considered to be dark, but we both know that's not entirely true. We use blood magic as part of our security wards and the government uses blood magic with the Sovereign Chalice," Zee told him.
"But writing in your own blood… that's something else entirely."
"On that, I agree."
Sirius dug into his food as he spoke. "Fred and George insisted that they were the only ones whom she had made write with it, but I can't imagine it will stay that way. But the thing is, I would have to prove that she has it. That could be difficult when I don't understand what it is that's she's using exactly. They told me that it was a self-inking quill."
"That is interesting," Zee said, tapping her red fingernails on the table and looking rather pensive. "Did you say anything to Minerva about it?"
Sirius shook his head. "No. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to figure out what I was dealing with first, but it's been four days now… and I still have no bloody idea."
"What are the governors saying?"
"They agree with me that her questions and inspections into the professors themselves are unfounded and uncalled for. Dumbledore's insistence at keeping Sybil Trelawney as part of his staff put her in quite the rage, from what I understand. The Department agreed with Dumbledore and told Umbitch that she doesn't have the right to fire any of the professors without his consent. If there is an issue that she sees as a problem, she's supposed to bring it directly to Dumbledore before going to Richardson; however, she doesn't need Dumbledore's approval before bringing her concerns to Richardson himself."
"How is Richardson feeling about all of this?" Zee asked.
Sirius finished his dinner and leaned back in his chair. "I heard that he gets weekly reports, but he hasn't spoken to the board yet. My meeting with him is still two weeks away. It's this quill that's bothering me, Zee… I need to know more about it — but I'm worried that if I accuse her without proper evidence, it will backfire on me, and we'll never be rid of her. While at the same time, if she uses it on one of the younger students and I had prior knowledge of her doing something like it…"
"Aren't Fred and George's hands enough proof?"
"Sadly, no," Sirius said. "I mentioned it in passing to Augusta, and she said that while physical punishment is frowned upon, it's never been formally outlawed by the Ministry of Magic as a disciplinary tactic in the education system. So, unless I can prove that it is one hundred percent dark magic and not an old disciplinary tactic, she can argue that it was simply discipline."
"That's bullshit," Zee told him.
"Agreed. I don't know what to do about it."
"And the Board?"
"They don't like her either, but without word from Richardson, we're stuck."
He picked up his plate, brought it to the sink, and waved his wand so that the sink filled with soapy water and began to wash his dishes. He leaned back against the counter to look at her.
"No wonder I have a headache. Thank you for that Shepherd's Pie; it was incredible."
"Of course," she said. "I wish there was something I could do to help."
Sirius shook his head. "Right now, I just want to think about honestly anything else. How'd the meeting go today?"
"Quite brilliantly I think," she said with a smile. She quickly filled him in on what she had written to Hermione. "I think that she has a job lined up when she finishes school. Bannerman in particular was quite impressed with it all."
"Good for her," Sirius said honestly. "She's a bright witch and she cares a lot about doing good. We need more people like that in the Ministry. Not to mention that they're scheduled to start career advice this week. Harry said that he hasn't really put much thought into it, but I think your father has made him think about being an Auror."
Zee moved to wrap her arms around him, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Papa would never say it if he didn't think he'd be good at it."
Sirius sighed. "He'd make a damn good Auror; Moody's said it to me once or twice after helping out in Defence Club. But it's Harry's choice, and I know that he'd like to play Quidditch as well. Hell, with the Potter name, he doesn't even have to find a career if he doesn't want to."
"But you should encourage him to. He should have something to do that he loves."
Sirius reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Agreed. So… new pjs?"
She chuckled, stepping back to turn in a circle. "I bought them with Tonks when we went shopping before the holiday. We went lingerie shopping and I've been waiting to model this for you."
His eyebrows rose in amusement. "Is that the style of lingerie fashion in Russia? Comfy and cozy?"
"Maybe," she said with a grin. "Do you like them?"
"You always look sexy as hell."
"Yeah?"
He bent his head to kiss her neck. "You could wear a rubbish bag and you'd be still the sexiest woman in the world."
Zee linked her hands behind his back. "Flatterer."
"Really, I like this. It's very cosy and it will keep you warm. Did Tonks buy the same?"
"She says that she sleeps next to a personal heater."
"True," Sirius said. "Remus is his own warming charm. Harry used to burrow against him in his sleep and then, about an hour or so later, he'd crawl over to me because he was so hot. Tonks definitely doesn't want to sleep in flannel." He flipped his finger under the collar. "Worried that I won't keep you warm at night?"
Zee grinned. "Not at all." She put her arms around his neck again. "Why don't you take me upstairs and I'll model the new bathrobe I bought as well?"
He chuckled and kissed her nose. "How about I take you upstairs and slowly undress you and then you can model that new bathrobe wearing nothing underneath? Can we do that?"
"I don't know," she said with a seductive smile. "Depends on what you're going to do once you get me undressed."
He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "I was just going to go to sleep actually."
"Oh?" Zee said casually, turning out of his arms and heading towards the stairs. "Too bad. I guess I'll have to entertain myself."
His eyes darkened as he followed her up the stairs to their room, pinning her against the wall.
"Now, wait a minute, you said that I could undress you."
She smirked. "If you're only going to tease me, these flannel pjs are staying on."
Sirius kissed her neck, his hips grinding deliciously against her; proving that he had been lying about planning to sleep. "I'm sure that I can drum up a little energy."
Zee smiled as he carefully unbuttoned her shirt. "It's okay, you can just lie there, and let me do all the work."
"Oh really?" he said with a grin before his breath hitched. "Merlin," he whispered, his eyes moving over the red lace hearts that covered her nipples. A thin string tied around her neck, outlining her naked breasts with a red heart patched between the string. "Are you trying to make my heart stop?"
Zee smiled and hooked her fingers in the flannel pants. "I may have bought a few things when I went shopping. The knickers match, want to see?"
Sirius covered her hands with his. "You said that I could undress you."
He slid the pyjama pants down and ordered her to step out of them. She wore a matching red g-string and lace knickers with a transparent material that hung from the sides of the bra to cover her hips. She had matching red thigh-high stockings attached to garter clips that made him lick his lips. He slowly slid the shirt over her shoulders and down to the ground as his eyes slid over her fingers, which were teasing the strings that barely held the ensemble together.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he murmured, his finger slipping under one of the strings. "I need you in this outfit, riding my new bike... I want to hang it on my wall."
"Oh, you think that I'm going to pose for pin-up photos now?"
"Too much?"
She smiled. "You can just use your imagination. I won't be posing for any photos."
His hand slid down her hip, over her thigh, unhitching the strap from her stocking. "How do you want it, love?"
"Hard and fast..."
Sirius slid his hands over her hips, gripping that bum in his hands. "Just the way I like it best."
Then he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked her back to the bed. She laughed as she fell, bouncing on the mattress and Sirius slid his hands over her thighs, kneeling before her. He lifted her left leg, tenderly kissing the scarred calf through the stocking, his eyes on her.
"Beautiful," he said as he planted soft kisses along her leg.
Zee's fingers slid into his hair. "Get up here."
His mouth travelled up her stomach, teasing her breasts through the red hearts. "Mmm, not yet."
She sighed as his lips trailed over her skin, down her ribs, and lower, his hot mouth kissing her through the lace. When his fingers slid under the lace and found her wet and wanting, he only grinned and stood. She bit her lip as he tugged his shirt off, dropping his black jeans to the floor and crawling onto the bed with her.
Sirius bent his head to kiss her and she reversed their positions, straddling him, and then she reached down, pulled her knickers aside and took him into that glorious wet heat. His hands rested on her hips as she rode him before he sat up, tugging her closer and sliding a hand down to cup her bum while the other fondled the heart-covered nipple. Zee tossed her head back and his lips found her neck.
"Sirius," she panted.
He flipped her beneath him, pinning her arms above her head and moving his thumb over her as he slowed his pace, his grey eyes on hers.
"I changed my mind," he whispered, his lips against her ear as he moved achingly slow above her.
"What?"
"I don't want it hard and fast," he said, kissing her throat.
Her eyes locked with his and she watched the intensity of his gaze as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. He pulled her knickers off, unhooking the straps and then slipping deeply into her until she felt that he was part of her. His thumbs stroked her nipples in slow, steady movements as he circled his hips, his eyes never leaving hers.
She trembled and as her orgasm built, he gripped her chin to make her look at him, and when she cried out, he swallowed her cries with his mouth before he followed her over the edge.
He lay over her for a few moments, his heart pounding against hers. He kissed her cheek tenderly before he rolled her with him cradling her against his side, her hair in his face, as she traced the outline of his tattoos.
Zee tried to catch her own breath, pressing her lips to his naked chest. "I love you. I love you a little more every day, and it terrifies me sometimes."
"I can relate to that," he admitted, kissing her forehead. "I thought Fee and Monty were the best thing to happen to me, but then there was Harry, and now… I can't imagine not having you in my life, Zahira."
Her fingers traced the lettering of Harry's name over his heart. "This summer, let's go away, just the three of us. Four, if Harry wants to bring Ginny. We'll go to Georgia again and walk along the beach. We'll get away from this darkness and this… war."
Sirius' hand continued to gently stroke her back. "As much as I'd love that, babe, we might not be able to get away. There's too much going on and we have so many Quaffles up in the air and not enough Chasers to keep track of them."
Zee kissed his chest. "We'll talk about it." She let her tongue trail over his nipple and along the edge of the moon chart. "Among other things."
His eyebrow rose at her words. "What other things?"
Zee only smiled. "Future things. Us things." She slid her tongue lower, tracing the motorbike and the three stars before trailing back up to trace the words across his collarbone.
"Something you want to share now?"
Zee's tongue trailed lower again, circling his belly button. "Nope. As you said, there's a lot going on right now and there's no hurry. It can keep." She bent her head and licked below his navel, her tongue trailing over him and he trembled.
"Zahira…"
Her dark gaze met his before she took him in her mouth and he knew that whatever it was that she wanted, he'd give it to her.
He'd give her the world if she asked for it.
She was his world and he couldn't imagine living a second without her in it.
~ ASC ~
Harry made his way to McGonagall's office the next afternoon for his scheduled appointment with her. He still had no idea what he was going to say to her in terms of career advice. After hearing that Hermione might already have a potential job lined up in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the idea of choosing a career seemed even more daunting. He knew that technically he didn't have to work, especially after he had spent his time travelling to the Potter holdings over the holiday, but not working didn't seem like a good choice either. He remembered what Sirius had told him, about finding something he loved to do being just as important.
He took a seat across from McGonagall in her office and leaned back in the chair, staring at the wall behind her. It still surprised him to see some of his childhood drawings up there.
"Harry, as you know, this meeting is to talk over any career ideas you might have, and to help you decide which subjects you should continue into sixth and seventh years," McGonagall began, her eyes on him. "Have you had any thoughts about what you would like to do after you leave Hogwarts? Outside of playing professional Quidditch, that is?"
Harry gave her a lopsided grin. "Is that one not acceptable?"
McGonagall gave him a rare smile. "You're an excellent Seeker, Harry. Your skill is amazing, and I convinced Dumbledore to bend the rules for you, letting you play in first year. We both know that you have the talent there. This year as captain, you've grown as a player as well as a leader, and I think that if you wanted to make a career out of Quidditch; it would be plausible. There are often scouts who sit in the stands during games. However, as your Head of House, I feel that I should also advise you into choosing a career that is based off of your academics."
"Well," Harry began. "I went to Moscow this Christmas and I spent some time practicing duelling with Papa. He told me that I would be a great Auror, that I have the kind of skill he looks for in recruits."
"You'd need top grades for that," McGonagall told him, tugging out a small, dark leaflet from under the mass on her desk and opening it. "They ask for a minimum of five NEWTs, and nothing under an 'Exceeds Expectations' grade, I see. Then you would be required to undergo a stringent series of character and aptitude tests at the Auror office. It's a difficult career path, Harry; they only take the best. In fact, I don't think anybody has been taken on in the last three years."
Harry shrugged. "It was just a thought."
"It's a good thought. I agree with Misha, I think that you would make a wonderful Auror if that was truly what you wanted to do. You'll want to know which subjects you ought to take?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts, I suppose?"
"Naturally," McGonagall said. "I would also advise Transfiguration, because Aurors frequently need to Transfigure or Untransfigure in their work. I do not accept students into my NEWT classes unless they have achieved 'Exceeds Expectations' or higher at Ordinary Wizarding Level. This term you've been bouncing between 'Outstanding' and 'Exceeds Expectations' so I expect you to keep that up; work hard and be ready for your exams. Then you ought to do Charms, always useful, and Potions. Yes, Harry, Potions," she added, with the merest flicker of a smile. "Poisons and antidotes are an essential study for Aurors and I must tell you that Professor Snape absolutely refuses to take students who get anything other than 'Outstanding' in their OWLs, so you will have to work a bit harder there. I know you've been pulling in 'Exceeds Expectations' and 'Acceptable' the last two years, but you'll need to do better to get into his class next term."
Harry nodded. "Will I need an 'Outstanding' in Charms as well?"
"Flitwick does insist on it, yes, but depending on the student, he does also accept 'Exceeds Expectations.' If you are serious in this ambition, I would advise you to concentrate hard on bringing your Transfiguration and Potions up to scratch. I see that Professor Flitwick has graded you between 'Exceeds Expectations' and 'Outstanding' for the last two years, so your Charm work shouldn't be a problem. As for Defence Against the Dark Arts, your marks have been high. Along with the work I've seen you do in Defence Club, I don't think that will be a class you'll have to be concerned with."
"What about Arithmancy and Ancient Runes?"
"Both are excellent classes and could prove useful as an Auror, but once you've achieved an OWL in them, they will not be necessary towards your program. You are free to continue them if you wish, of course, but the workload in your core classes will increase quite a bit over the next two years so I would take that into consideration. Any other questions, Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry said . "What sort of character and aptitude tests do the Ministry do on you, if you get enough NEWTs? I remember Tonks had to go to a boot camp and for a second set of tests?"
"Indeed. As I said, they only take the best. You'll need to demonstrate the ability to react well to pressure and so forth," McGonagall explained. "That's something you always seem to handle well in Defence Club. Perseverance and dedication, because Auror training takes a further three years, not to mention very high skills in practical defence. It will mean a lot more study even after you've left school."
"I know, I remember how much work Tonks had to do."
"Auror Lupin has done very well for herself. She moved up to an A3 almost a full year before she was due. Kingsley considers her one of his elite. I would consider her an excellent role model," McGonagall told him.
Harry nodded and McGonagall watched him for a moment.
"You've been putting more thought into this than you've let on. Have you told Sirius that you're considering becoming an Auror?"
He shrugged. "No. It just… seemed like a good alternative. I'm going to be sixteen in July, Auntie Minnie, and we still have two more Horcruxes to find and destroy… this war isn't ending anytime soon. I want to be ready for anything. As fun as it would be to play professional Quidditch… I want to do something important and something… I love Quidditch, but I don't think it's the path for me."
McGonagall tapped her fingers on her desk, not speaking. The way she was looking at him made him want to squirm uncomfortably in her silence, but then her eyes softened. "That's a pretty good reason to become an Auror, Harry, but I want you to remember something. Just because You Know Who has decided to make you his enemy, doesn't mean it's on you to become his."
"But the prophecy —"
"— is a prophecy, not your future. You defeated him and he disappeared. Now he's back and yes, he wants to kill you, but your involvement stops there. His war, his ideas, his actions, his followers… what they're doing and hoping to do over the coming months doesn't concern you outside of being part of the magical world."
"In the end, Auntie Minnie… it's going to be me and him. I can't let him win."
McGonagall nodded. "In the end, it might come down to you and him, but that doesn't mean that if you ultimately face him, you will be facing him alone. Keep that in mind, Harry."
He nodded, clearing his throat. "So… the Auror thing…?"
She watched as Nyx stood up from her spot against the wall to rest her head on Harry's knee. "You work on Potions and Transfiguration, get your marks up to where I know they can be and then after your OWLs, we'll discuss your options for next term. Deal?"
He grinned. "Deal."
"And in the meantime, I will reach out to the Department of Magical Games and Sports and see about getting some scouts out here to check you out. You never know, you might end up with two excellent career options by the time you finish school."
Harry stroked Nyx behind the ears before he leaned into McGonagall's desk. "Sounds great, Auntie Minnie." He nodded towards the tin. "Now, can I have a biscuit?"
~ ASC ~
Harry found Ginny after dinner. She was talking to Theo in the library where he was seated with Blaise and Draco as the three of them worked on their Transfiguration homework. Harry stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her back against him, making her smile.
"Hi, Harry," Theo said with a smile. "Worried my friends are trying to steal your woman?"
Harry only raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?"
Ginny turned her head to kiss his cheek. "Absolutely not."
Draco and Blaise rolled their eyes but pointedly ignored them as Ginny said goodbye to Theo, before she let Harry lead her out of the library.
"I have so much homework to do tonight," she admitted.
"Me too," Harry told her. "I missed Ancient Runes today because of my career advice appointment with McGonagall and I have two papers due tomorrow that I haven't even started."
"Oh, right — how did the career advice go?"
"All right, I think. I told her that I might want to be an Auror or a professional Quidditch player."
Ginny smiled at him, taking his hand in hers. "That doesn't surprise me, Mr Needs To Save The World."
Harry stuck his tongue out at her. "It's just a thought."
He tugged her behind a tapestry to kiss her softly.
"Homework," she said again as his lips found her neck.
"Absolutely. We'll work on it… together… in our tower room," he told her between kisses.
Ginny only nodded, but when they stumbled into the tower room and took a seat on the sofa, she was already crawling into his lap, their books lying forgotten on the floor. Harry's mouth moved down her throat, his hands sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts, and she moved closer to him. Their mouths met for long, deep kisses that left both of them moaning.
Harry let his mouth travel along her jawline, kissing the three freckles that made a triangle under her left ear. He planted soft kisses over her neck, sucking on the pulse point of her throat hard enough to leave a mark. His hands continued to caress her breasts as he kissed her; holding them, squeezing lightly, his thumb brushing over her nipples through her shirt and bra, feeling them pebble through the fabric. He loosened her tie so that he could kiss her collarbone, his left hand leaving her breast to slip down her side, over her hip and down to her thigh where he held her closer, his fingers slipping under her uniform skirt to rest more firmly on her thigh.
Ginny tugged his mouth back to hers. The feel of him so hard against her was making her react; and she found herself rubbing wantonly against his knee. He murmured her name, and she seemed to pull herself out of her trance, reeling back.
"Harry…"
His eyes met hers before he leaned in and rested his face against her breasts. "I know…"
Ginny held him against her for a moment. "We're supposed to be doing our homework."
Harry lifted her off of his lap and she bit her lip when she saw the tent in his trousers. "Homework, yes… that."
She stayed next to him on the sofa as his fingertips reached out to trace patterns on her thigh. "Are those Quidditch plays you're tracing?"
He grinned at her. "Maybe."
Harry leaned in to kiss her softly as his fingertips trailed over her thigh through her nylon stockings. "The Chaser flies this way," he whispered as he moved his finger. "She swerves to the left, to the right before she passes the Quaffle to the Chaser in front of her." His finger tip continued to zig-zag across her thigh, sneaking up high only to plummet down to her knee again as he enacted the plays. "Chaser Number Two swerves around the left side, flies under her opponent." His fingertip rose higher. "— and scores."
Her breath hitched when his hand slid under her kilt, brushing the top of her thigh-high stockings, fingers touching the garter clip. His eyebrow rose.
"What's this?"
"My garter clip," she murmured, trembling under his touch. His touch was doing things to her that she couldn't quite put into words.
"Garter clip?"
Ginny put her hand over his and guided it up the strap to the belt beneath her skirt. "It holds my stockings up."
Harry's breath hitched. "Fascinating."
He trailed his finger along the belt, finding the clip at the back and trailing down the strap to the top of her stockings.
"Do you always wear this under your skirt?"
Ginny bit her lip. "When it's cold enough that I need stockings and my knee-high socks, yes."
Harry let his hand travel back up her thigh, and with his eyes on hers, he slid upwards and around to cup her round bottom. The feel of those warm hands touching her behind, with nothing separating them but a thin pair of cotton knickers, made Ginny's breath hitch. He squeezed and she stared at him.
"Can I see it?"
Ginny blushed. "What?"
"The garter clip… can I see it?" he asked, his eyes dark in desire and his cheeks flushing a bit as if he'd just realized what had come out of his mouth. "I mean, if you don't… I just don't know what it is."
Ginny's cheeks heated, but she climbed off the sofa and with her eyes on her boyfriend, she carefully lifted her kilt to show him the garter clips on her upper thighs.
"Turn around," he told her, his voice a little deeper than normal.
Ginny hesitated only a moment before she did as he asked. Harry let out a slow uneven breath. The garter clip in question was black and made of simple cotton. It rested atop black cotton knickers that covered her perfect bum before she released her skirt and let it drop back down to it's proper place, sadly covering his view.
She turned to look at him and he licked his lips.
"That's the sexiest thing that I've ever seen in my life."
"It's just undergarments," Ginny told him.
Harry shook his head. "That's so much more than just undergarments, Gin. Whenever you have stockings on, you're wearing that?"
Ginny's lips twitched as she straddled him, smiling when his hands sat on her hips. "I have one in a nude colour as well."
He groaned. "You're trying to kill me."
"Kiss me again."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. His lips met hers as his hands slid over to cup her bum through her skirt, tugging her closer.
He let his fingertips trail higher, daring to reach the apex of her hip, his eyes never leaving hers. He brushed over the top of her stockings, up her thigh to trace the edge of the garter belt around her leg. She moved in to capture his lips again, letting her own hands make quick work of his tie.
Harry felt her fingers unbutton his shirt and soon her soft hands were on his bare chest, roaming and teasing; when her mouth moved down his throat to kiss his chest, he groaned aloud.
"Ginny…"
Ginny's lips curved into a smile as she kissed his chest in soft hot kisses that made his skin tingle. A vibration from his pocket startled him.
"Shit!"
Ginny grinned as she pulled away. "You're vibrating?"
Harry reached into his pocket, tugging out his mirror and carefully keeping it turned away from Ginny and onto his face. "Hi, Uncle Sirius."
Sirius only raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Er, no… homework…"
Sirius chuckled. "Right, homework. Hi, Ginny."
Ginny blushed and slid off of her boyfriend's lap to sit next to him on the sofa, looking into the mirror to see Sirius' amused face. "Hi, Sirius."
Harry passed the mirror to her as he carefully buttoned his shirt back up so that his father wouldn't notice.
"Harry was telling me about his career advice from Professor McGonagall," Ginny said, keeping the mirror facing herself
"Oh? Is that what you two were snogging about?" Sirius teased.
Ginny only stuck her tongue out at him and handed the mirror back to Harry.
"What's the matter, Uncle Sirius?"
"Nothing's the matter," Sirius said defensively. "Can't a concerned parent just want to say hello?" At his son's look, he grinned. "All right. No teasing. I just wanted to let you know that I spoke to the board about disciplinary actions and the use of them in the school. We have a formal meeting this Saturday and Richardson is supposed to be in attendance."
"And you think that means Umbitch is going to be gone come Saturday?" Harry asked.
Sirius looked between Harry and Ginny and sighed. "I don't know, but I sure as hell hope so. There's eleven other governors and most of them are on my side, but it does depend on Richardson. He shipped her off to Hogwarts to get her out of his hair, so we'll see."
"But what she did to Fred and George's hands…?"
"I know, Ginny," Sirius said slowly. "I don't agree with it either, but we still don't know what exactly she used — and I will say that I feel good about our chances. I'm not usually wrong about this stuff, but I can't make any promises. Not yet."
Harry nodded. "I guess that's fair. But you'll keep us updated?"
"Promise," Sirius assured him with a smile. "Now, why don't you two go find your friends and actually do some homework?"
Harry snuck a look over at Ginny's swollen lips and smirked. "We were studying."
"Yeah, each other," Sirius shot back, his eyes twinkling.
They said goodbye and Harry slid the mirror back into his pocket before he looked at his girlfriend.
"Do you reckon he's right and we should do some actual studying?"
Ginny licked her lips slowly before she straddled him again, her arms linking around his neck. "Five more minutes."
Harry grinned against her mouth as she kissed him.
He could live with that.
~ ASC ~
Theo was heading back from the library alone the Tuesday before the Hogsmeade weekend. He'd snuck away from Draco and Blaise, desperate for a moment to himself. It had been two weeks since they'd been back at school, and as much as he loved his friends, he needed a break from them.
He knew what they were doing, keeping track of him at all times and making sure that he didn't find his way into Ernie's clutches, and he loved them for it. They weren't stupid and they knew that he was lying to them, but they had backed off. Neither of them had brought it up again and he was grateful, but they also hadn't left him alone for more than a few seconds unless they were inside of Slytherin House.
He shoved his hands into his pockets as he headed back to Slytherin, eyes peeled for any sign of Macmillan. It was just twelve days until the twenty-ninth. That glorious day — that was approaching quickly — where he would find out for sure if he was to get his inheritance. He just had to make it until then. The upcoming Saturday was Hogsmeade, and he was planning to meet Smith to go over the final details and paperwork that he needed before meeting the praetor a week later in London. He found himself feeling both anxious and excited at the prospect.
He turned to head towards the stairs leading down to the dungeons when he heard the crying. He backtracked a little to see if he could figure out where it was coming from, and he saw Ciara curled up in a ball by an alcove on the second floor.
"Ciara, what's wrong?" Theo demanded, moving to sit next to the small girl. He saw the blood dripping through her fingers and froze. "What happened? Where are you hurt, little duck? Who hurt you?"
Tears poured down her face and she turned into him, sobbing. Theo wrapped his arms around her in confusion. Her injuries didn't seem too dire, but he was still concerned. When Theo finally managed to calm her down, he uncurled her bloody fingers from his shirt to look down at her hand; his eyes darkened.
Carved into her skin, as if someone had written it in loopy cursive, were the words: I never should have been born.
"Who did this to you?" he demanded.
Ciara sniffed, her eyes on his. "I-I tripped over my robes in the hall and I fell, dropping my books everywhere. My ink pot broke all over Madam Umbridge's robes and she-she gave me detention for-for in-incompetence. She-she took ten points from Slytherin and then she made me write lines. And… and when I wrote the lines with her special quill ..."
She began to cry all over again and Theo scooped her up into his arms. He was halfway to the dungeons when McGonagall saw him.
"Mr Nott, put Miss Casey down immediately!"
Theo ignored her and kept moving.
"Mr Nott!" McGonagall exclaimed, following him now.
"I'll put her down when I get to Snape's office and not a bloody moment before!" Theo snapped, his eyes flashing in suppressed rage.
McGonagall's eyebrow rose in surprise, but she followed him down to the dungeons without saying another word.
Theo kicked Snape's door until the surly-faced Potions Master opened it.
"Mr Nott, what is the meaning of this?"
Theo pushed his way past Snape, gently sitting Ciara on the professor's desk. He took her hand in his, uncurling her fingers to lie her hand flat in his palm as he carefully held it out to show Snape and McGonagall.
"Madam Umbridge forced her to write lines in her own blood."
McGonagall, who had followed them inside, gasped, her eyes moving to the loopy words written into the girl's skin. "Miss Casey, those words are absolutely not true! Madam Umbridge will be dealt with for punishing you in this way. Why did you earn detention, my dear?"
Ciara began to cry again and she turned into Theo.
Theo rubbed his hand up and down her back in reassurance, letting the small girl cry into his chest. "She told me that she tripped and dropped her book bag making her ink pot break and it accidentally spilled on Umbridge's robes."
Snape frowned. "That's hardly detention worthy, Minerva."
McGonagall nodded. "Severus, can you make sure that she soaks her hand in some essence of Murtlap before that scars over. I'm going to speak with Albus about this immediately."
She stormed out of Snape's office and Snape merely turned his gaze upon Theo. He stared at him for a long moment without saying a word and then he turned to get the Murtlap. Snape gently washed out Ciara's hand in the essence as tears poured down her cheeks. He spread a mixture of ground centella asiatica leaves and aloe vera over her hand before he bandaged it up.
"Come see me tomorrow before your first class and I'll remove this, Miss Casey."
She nodded, her eyes on her hand. "Thank you, Professor Snape."
"Come on, little duck. I'll take you back to Slytherin."
"Theo," Snape said as he watched him put his arm around the small girl. "It was good of you to bring her here. Make sure she rests that hand."
Theo nodded and led Ciara away from Snape's office. He knew that they would handle Umbridge, but in the meantime, he planned on making sure that Finn knew exactly what the Department of Education representative had done to his niece.
~ ASC ~
McGonagall stormed past her office just as Sirius stuck his head out and he called her name. She stopped her in tracks.
"Where's the fire, Minnie?"
McGonagall huffed in annoyance. "I just found a first year with her hand cut open because that — that foul woman — made her write with a quill that split open her hand! She made her write the… most inappropriate lines!"
"Get in here," Sirius said, grabbing her arm and tugging her into her office. He closed the door behind him. "Changing her into food for Nyx is not the answer here."
When McGonagall opened her mouth to protest, Sirius shook his head.
"Listen to me — she used something similar on Fred and George Weasley. I spoke to them about it a few days ago. Their hands said, I must not pull filthy tricks. It sounds like dark magic to me. It must be some form of quill that sucks the blood from the user to work as an ink. It's nothing I've heard of before."
"Why didn't you inform me of this immediately?" McGonagall demanded.
"Because I didn't have any proof," Sirius admitted. "Fred and George swore it was only them who had been given the quill to use, and me suspecting it was dark magic doesn't make it true. When I spoke to the board, they informed me that while physical disciplinary action is frowned upon, it's never been formally recused from the law. Without proof that it is dark magic, technically, she can get away with it. I didn't want that to happen."
McGonagall sighed. "I get that. It makes sense, but Sirius… if you had seen Miss Casey's poor hand! It said, I never should have been born! What an atrocious thing to make a child write, let alone think about herself"
He nodded. "I've never heard of anything like this, Minnie. It sounds like dark magic, but… I'm not sure. Have you heard of anything like it?"
"There was a wizard in the twelfth century who invented something called a Blood Quill," McGonagall said slowly. "He used it to take notes during meetings and whoever he wished to torment that day, he had some form of a spell where he would write their name and the quill would then provide ink with their blood. The victim would be sliced up with words, bleeding all over their body, and not know how or why it was happening. He was imprisoned for his crimes and all the pieces of his so-called Blood Quill were destroyed."
Sirius nodded. "Well, she has something similar, at least it sounds that way. I refuse to make any mistakes here, Minnie. I sent word to Richardson today that she is physically harming the students and I'm waiting on word back. In the meantime, no one is allowed to serve detention with her — "
"Sirius, you cannot be serious — and don't you dare say that you're always Sirius!" she interjected before he could respond. "I want her gone from this school immediately!"
"And you think I don't?" Sirius demanded. "I want proof of every minuet detail of what she's capable of! I don't just want her gone from this school, I want her gone from the Ministry! Keep an eye on her, Minnie, and in the meantime, check with your students and have the prefects and Heads check. There have to be others, and I want to know what she's been making them do."
McGonagall huffed in annoyance. "Fine. It's Tuesday. If she's still here on Monday, I will forcibly remove her from this castle myself!"
Sirius smirked. "It might be worth the wait, just to see that."
McGonagall slapped a hand on his chest when he moved. "Don't tempt me, Sirius Black!" She straightened her hat and let out a slow sigh. "Now, I am going to see Albus to let him know what is going on. You get a hold of the Board of Governors and of Richardson if need be. Albus and I are going to have a little chat with Dolores Umbitch."
Sirius snickered at her use of the name. "Keep me posted."
He watched her storm back out of the office and he dragged his fingers through his hair. He was looking forward to having Umbitch removed from the school, but he had to be careful about this. He turned to head towards the fireplace, determined to get a better answer from the board; this time, he was getting in to see Henry Richardson.
~ ASC ~
Ginny was sitting on the window ledge on the first floor, carefully shifting the window open with her wand. She had the perfect view of Umbridge's office window three floors above her, and she grinned down at Fred and Lee, who were standing below.
"Window's open, boys!"
Lee grinned, giving her a thumbs up sign, before he carefully levitated another niffler up to the window. Once it was inside, he gave her a thumbs up again, and she closed the window, shivering in the cool air. The nifflers kept attacking Umbridge due to the jewellery she wore, and despite their rather gentle nature, she screamed like a banshee whenever she saw one. Ginny found it more entertaining then she should, and hardly minded helping her brothers put them in her office. Fred and George had showed her their hands, and she was furious that the woman had done such a thing. Apparently Sirius had been equally as angry when her brothers had shown him a few days earlier, but that he didn't know how she was doing it. Ginny knew that if anyone was going to get to the bottom of it, it would be Sirius Black.
She hopped down from the window ledge, carefully taking out the container her brothers had given her, and heading up to the next floor. She had just opened the lid when Fred and George met her.
"Niffler is secure. Nice and easy with that container, Ginny — it expands rather quickly," Fred warned.
Ginny passed it to Fred, who stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, as he flipped it upside down. Ginny watched in fascination as three tiny drops of green and brown coloured water, reeking of swamp gases, filled the air. The drops spread across the stone in a tiny dribble, crashing into each other and doubling in size and multiplying incredibly quickly as the top of the staircase and corridor began to turn into a large putrid swamp. George picked Ginny up by the waist, tugging her back to the stairs as the swamp expanded. Soon, it slipped down the corridor and rose to waist level, sloshing against the doorknob of Umbridge's office.
Fred grinned widely. "Excellent! That should deter her for a while."
"Will she be able to get in?"
"From the door on the other side of the hall, yeah," George told her. "But that's it. She won't be able to use this staircase, which means that she'll have to go all the way up to the other end of the castle to use the back stairs to get to this floor. As will the students, but the inconvenience to Umbitch will make it worth it."
Ginny nodded in agreement before she pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. "And the smell?"
Fred grinned. "Will only increase and drift under the crack in her office door. It's going to smell rather lovely in there."
"You two are complete geniuses."
"We know," George retorted, making her laugh. "And with the two baby nifflers trapped inside of her office, it should be interesting."
By the end of the day, the whole school was well aware of the swamp that had taken over the entire left side of the fifth floor corridor. The main staircase entrance was now off limits, and access to the library could only be reached by taking the back stairs on the sixth floor. Umbridge had wasted no time in trying to get rid of it. Her spells, however, had indeed made it worse.
The swamp had drifted further down the corridor, sloshing up the walls, and the smell had intensified. Her attempts at vanishing it had made the water rise higher, and she had shrieked when an alligator's jaws jumped at her from the edge of the water.
She'd marched down to Dumbledore to demand it be fixed, and Dumbledore had told her that it was a rather complex bit of charm-work; he would trust no one outside of his Charms professor to perform the work. Flitwick had only stared at her and told her that he would be happy to get rid of the swamp, but as she didn't see him as competent enough of a teacher in his subject, he thought that it would clearly be best if he practiced his teaching methods until he knew for sure he had the ability to remove the swamp. Umbridge had been enraged at this and demanded McGonagall to get rid of the swamp.
McGonagall only shook her head and said that since she was only the Transfiguration professor, she was only qualified to deal with Transfiguration-related problems, as per Umbridge's educational assessment. Umbridge had turned purple. She ordered Hagrid to come deal with the creatures, but he had told her that he was still waiting on the results of his CRAWLS and wasn't properly qualified to deal with spell creatures, only real ones. Raffigan tried to help her, but as the twins had warned Sirius, everything she tried only made it worse.
Vanishing it, doubled the size.
Removing it, increased the smell.
Levitating it away from the spot, made it bubble up, boil over, and spill, which increased the size even more.
Animals escaped and created new mini swamps until most of the fifth floor had become inhabitable.
Umbridge raged. She demanded a new office and said that she was writing to the Department of Education to discuss the harassment of the Hogwarts staff. Harry mirror-called Sirius to tell him and his father busted a gut laughing when he heard that no one on staff was willing to help.
Flitwick charmed a small row boat to help students cross the swamp, but made no effort to get rid of the swamp in question. Umbridge fumed from inside of her office, keeping the window open to try to get rid of the awful smell. But by Thursday, she was snapping at everyone and taking House points off left and right.
Ginny had just left the library, wrinkling her nose in distaste from the swamp smell lingering down the corridor and staircase, when Angelina called her name.
"Hi, Angelina," she said brightly, adjusting the strap of her bag as Angelina followed her up the stairs because of the swamp.
"Ginny, great! I have this idea for practice later. I think if you, me, and Katie can arrange a flying formation trick to keep us together, it could really do wonders for our match against Ravenclaw next month."
"Formation flying?"
Angelina nodded. "I was thinking that we can come together to form a triangle with our three points. It might be able to really throw the other team off if we can throw a few tricks in there while we're at it."
"Sounds ambitious. I'm in!"
"Great!" Angelina exclaimed.
They both turned when they heard the screech, and couldn't help but laugh as they watched the mystical alligator's jaws lock around Umbridge as it jumped up from the swamp. She struggled against the spell, squealing in horror and stumbling when she pulled herself loose; the alligator disappeared back into the swamp. Umbridge picked herself up from the ground, straightening her pink robes and scowling.
She caught them laughing and she marched forward, eyes narrowing.
"You see someone in distress and yet you do nothing to assist them? Disgusting. Thirty points from Gryffindor — each."
Angelina glared at her. "Undeserved. I'll be bringing that point loss directly to McGonagall."
Umbridge only stared at her. "And you will still lose points. Your hair is disgusting, girl! Plait it appropriately for school. No one wants to see you looking like a savage with worms on her head!"
Ginny opened her mouth to say something when she saw her brother coming down the hall.
"Jealous of her gorgeous hair, are you? Can't say I blame you when yours looked like a cat died on the top of it," George declared viciously.
Umbridge turned purple. "How dare you —?"
"You are nothing but a bigot who is afraid of everything that you don't understand! The professors here are all very informative on their subjects and do not need you hanging around to critique them left and right about stuff that you don't understand! No one wants you around, and I am sick and tired of listening to you belittle the people around you!"
"Detention, Mr Weasley!"
George smirked, nodding at Fred who slipped out of her office. "Nah, I think I'll pass on that."
Umbridge's eyes bulged and she opened her mouth to say something, but to say what, Ginny wasn't sure. There was a loud popping sound coming from her office and Umbridge turned to look at the door suspiciously. The popping sound grew, sounding almost like drums now
Buh-buhdaba – buhdaba – buhbuhda
Buh-buhdaba – buhdaba – buhbuhda
Buh-buhdaba – buhdaba – buhbuhda
Buh-buhdaba – buhdaba – buhbuhda
"Make way!" Fred called out as Lee hopped over the staircase railing.
"For Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" George exclaimed proudly.
No sooner had the words left his mouth before the drum beat tempo seemed to increase.
Buh-buhdaba – buhdaba – buhbuhda
Buh-buhdaba – buhdaba – buhbuhda
"Hey, clear the way in the fifth floor hall!" Fred called out.
"Hey, you! Let us through! It's a bright new star!" Lee exclaimed.
"What are you three yelling about?" Umbridge demanded.
George grinned widely. "Oh come be the first in your class to see them shine!"
"Make way! Here they come! Ring bells! Bang the drums!" Fred said as teachers and students began to crowd into the corridor alerted by the increasing tempo of the sound.
George lifted his wand into the air and said. "You're not gonna wanna miss this!"
BANG!
The castle exploded.
Or at least that's what it sounded like.
The walls shook, the windows rattled, and the chandeliers lighting the corridors swung back and forth from the rumbling. The door to Umbridge's office burst open and a light show of every possible colour exploded from the room.
Not simply lights, but flashes of bright explosions changing into the most incredible fireworks that Ginny had ever seen, even more amazing than the ones the twins had set off on New Year's Eve at the Burrow.
Fully grown dragons, nifflers, zouwus, lions, and griffins exploded into the air before circling Umbridge and chasing her down the corridor as she shrieked. The fireworks lit up the hall, exploding and crackling on the ceiling, down the hallway and down the stairs, escaping throughout the castle. The loud snapping of them had Umbridge jumping at every loud crack.
"You! You — you stop this right now!" she screamed. "First, you turn this hall into a swamp — "
"Yeah, that was pretty amusing," Fred said, looking over at her without the slightest look of regret.
"You two are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school!"
"Your school?" George repeated with a smirk. "I didn't know that you were running it, did you, Fred?"
"Nah, no clue. Besides, I think we've outgrown full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself lately," George said lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" Fred asked.
"Definitely," George said.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together, "Accio brooms!"
Two broomsticks came flying down from Gryffindor Tower, hurtling along towards their owners outstretched hands as Umbridge shrieked.
"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," George added, mounting his own broom as Angelina snickered from next to him.
Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. "If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated over there, come to Number Ninety-Three Diagon Alley — Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," he declared loudly. "Our new premises!"
"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear that they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat!" George bellowed, pointing at Umbridge.
"STOP THEM!" Umbridge shrieked, but it was too late.
Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air as fireworks danced all around them.
"McGonagall! Flitwick! Do something!"
McGonagall pursed her lips as Flitwick crossed his arms in front of his chest, both of their eyes twinkling in delight.
"We can only do what is allowed by our subjects, Dolores. This really isn't our responsibility or concern," Flitwick said.
Some of the students chortled at that as Umbridge turned a darker shade of purple.
Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd. "Give her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, to Ginny's shock, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open window at the end of the corridor into the glorious sunset.
End Author's Notes:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the clip of the scene from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I also parodied a little bit here from one of my favourite Robin Williams characters, the Genie from Aladdin.
Fred and George leaving is one of my favourite aspects of their characters so I wanted to add it in. They have left months earlier than they did in Order of the Phoenix, but I think it works.
Thank you to Saz for her help.
As always, thank you for reading and please review!