The school year was over, and all of the professors were either heading to their summer homes or to the Burrow.

The same day that FitzSimmons had gone to Hogsmeade and then Knight Bussed to their own summer safehouse in the States — the day after Fudge had refused to believe that Voldemort's reunion tour had begun and Dumbledore had called up all of his old Order buddies — the headmaster had apparated to the Burrow with Professor Flitwick, the Charms Master, to set up the Fidelius Charm on the Weasleys' residence, along with all of the other defensive and hiding spells that the two of them knew, in order to give the new headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix the best security that could be given it without any Ministry help or alerting the Ministry at all as to what they were doing.

So now that school was out and all of the students were safely on their way to London completely unsupervised, all of those professors and adults of the castle who were members of the Order were heading to the Burrow to begin the shadow war against Voldemort, and sadly partially against Fudge and the Ministry itself as well. But one professor whom Dumbledore expected to be at the Burrow that evening after the Hogwarts Express left for London, was heading in quite the opposite direction, metaphorically speaking at least. You see, Professor Moody was actually fleeing from Dumbledore and the revived Order now that the wretched school year was finally over, and was instead very reluctantly going to meet the Dark Lord.

For Professor Moody was actually Barty Crouch Jr in Polyjuice potion, and he had failed both to get Harry Potter to the graveyard for the Dark Lord to kill, and to make sure that Dumbledore had no clue that the Dark Lord had risen again — so he knew that he would have hell to pay for his grave failures. But despite this, he still knew that the Dark Lord was right, and knew that he had failed the assignment given to him by the Dark Lord, so he would accept the punishment that his master saw befitting to give him, and do better on the next assignment that he was given. Perhaps he would get a little leniency for bringing the real Mad-Eye Moody with him in Moody's trunk for the Dark Lord to interrogate, torture, and eventually kill, but he seriously doubted it — the Dark Lord did not forgive mistakes.

And right he was, as Voldemort was not forgiving. But while Voldemort was crucio-ing Crouch Jr for his mistakes, at the Burrow Dumbledore was wondering where Mad-Eye Moody was. For his old friend had promised that he would see him at supper that evening for the first complete gathering of the Order to plan out their next steps in the fight against Voldemort, but supper and the first meeting of the Order were now long over and Mad-Eye still had yet to show up. But Moody had always been prone to chasing down leads that he thought would be helpful or necessary when he was supposed to be at some meeting or another, especially back in his days as an auror missing boring Ministry meetings, so Dumbledore didn't worry too much about it — he was sure that he would hear from the ex-auror soon enough with a good explanation for why he hadn't made it, and new information that would help in their fight.

But one night dragged into several days, and finally a week without Dumbledore hearing anything from the man, and the headmaster started becoming seriously concerned. He could never remember Moody disappearing for this long without sending some kind of message about what he was up to or at least that he was safe and on a lead, and so he began asking around to all of his contacts to see if any of them had heard from the ex-auror since the end of term. But as none of Dumbledore's contacts were Death Eaters, and Snape had yet to run across Barty Crouch Jr in his couple of trips to visit his old master, no one was able to tell Dumbledore where Moody was.

That, however, changed a week later when Snape walked into Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts to inform the headmaster that he had just seen none other than the long thought dead Barty Crouch Jr sitting at Voldemort's first complete upper management slave meeting when he had walked up. And not only that, but during the meeting Voldemort had mentioned how Jr had successfully impersonated Mad-Eye Moody for an entire school year at Hogwarts, and then brought the real Mad-Eye to Voldemort in Mad-Eye's own magical trunk a few weeks earlier as soon as the term was over, all without Dumbledore ever being any the wiser.

Until now of course, not that Voldemort was aware of this, as he thought Snape was his spy, not Dumbledore's. But it did put a big damper on Dumbledore's summer, as one of his most trusted and capable assets was now dead, even though it did at least finally give him an explanation as to how and why everything had gone down with the TriWizard Tournament the way that it had over the previous year.

But Moody being dead wasn't the only headache that he'd had to deal with since the end of term. For as soon as he had arrived at the Burrow the night of the Hogwarts Express train, and Harry Potter had not been at Kings Cross with the rest of her children earlier that evening for Mrs Weasley to collect, the matriarch had got all in his face.

"Where is Harry?! This is the safest place for him, the headquarters of the Order — he has to be here! For his own protection!" she had yelled at him, demanding answers for why this was the fourth consecutive summer that she hadn't had her honorary son in her grasps.

"He and Miss Granger might very well have actually killed you before the summer is over if they were forced to stay here," Dumbledore sighed, already done with this conversation before it had even started. "Remember what happened when you showed up at the final task without them knowing about it beforehand? And I can't be here all the time to prevent Harry and Miss Granger from killing you. They are safe, and it's for the best all around."

Not that Mrs Weasley had accepted this reasoning, of course — something she repeatedly made known to him and anyone else in a position of authority who would listen to her over the remainder of the summer — but as there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it, she had to just deal with it, same as every summer before. But to appease her slightly, and in a way thank her for letting the Order have its headquarters in her house, Dumbledore did come up with the plan to give her youngest son the latest Gryffindor prefect badge.

Because for the most part prefectship at the school was completely meaningless anyway, only the best of the prefects actually doing what the position was meant for, as a significant portion of the badges were handed out for political reasons and to appease certain powerful people, such as the fact that he knew he was going to have to give the Malfoy boy the Slytherin boys prefect badge that year or there would be massive blowback both from Lucius Malfoy and from Severus as well. So giving the Gryffindor boys badge to the redhead despite the fact that he was in the lower half of his class grades-wise, and had never shown any kind of leadership skills in his four years in the castle, wasn't an at all out of the ordinary move, and was honestly probably closer to normal than giving out the badge based on merit.

Of course, everyone would be expecting the badge to go to Harry Potter because he was the Boy-Who-Lived, and clearly one of the two smartest students in the castle on top of that, and then the Gryffindor girls badge to go to his girlfriend Miss Granger, the other clearly smartest student in the castle, but with all of the disruptions that they had caused and all of their fights against the professors in their four years there so far, it was easy to justify to anyone who questioned his choice that Harry Potter simply hadn't earned the privilege despite his good grades and magical prowess, and the same with his muggleborn girlfriend. Anyway, it's not like the badges meant a bloody thing the moment that the students graduated from the school and stepped out into the real world, so it wouldn't affect either of their futures to the tiniest iota. And he had no doubt that if the two of them saw anything wrong occur around them, that they would still report it even without badges on their distinctly not-robes, or just take care of it themselves and then fight Minerva over it later when she found out what they had done instead of allowing the crime to go unpunished by reporting it to an adult who wouldn't do anything real, hence the reason all the bullying and abuse continued unchecked in the school year after year, decade after decade, century after century. The pair had only been doing that for four years without a badge, no reason to believe that they would change now that someone in their year did have a badge giving them the responsibility to do exactly what the pair had been doing all along.

~FS~

Minister Fudge, meanwhile, was dealing with his own headaches.

Despite his belief that Dumbledore was trying to overthrow his government and become the Minister in his stead (despite Dumbledore having repeatedly turned down the political position in the past), a few days after his meeting with Dumbledore the morning after the third task, Fudge had sent one of his highly trusted assistants by Mr Crouch's residence to check up on the old man. After all, before the previous seven months the man had never, ever missed a single day of work for being sick in the previous half century, and while Fudge knew that there was absolutely no way that it had anything to do with a You-Know-Who who most certainly had not risen from the dead and launched a comeback tour, after the whole Bertha Jorkins fiasco that still hadn't been solved, it was best to check up on the old man, see what was really going on there, and prove that nothing nefarious was going on and it had absolutely nothing to do with a very much still dead He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

But what the assistant had reported back was very worrying, very worrying indeed, and Fudge himself had gone over there to see if it was really true. And sure enough, the place looked like it hadn't truly been inhabited for months, and completely abandoned for at least several weeks. Fudge immediately launched a very hush-hush internal inquiry into the man who had been in charge of the department in Mr Crouch's stead, one Percy Weasley, Mr Crouch's replacement at the Yule Ball and Second and Third Tasks of the TriWizard Tournament that previous school year. Surely the recent Hogwarts graduate should have realized that the owl letters that Mr Crouch was sending in weren't genuine and informed a superior in Fudge's office.

But it didn't take Fudge many days before he realized that he could actually use this to his advantage, as everyone knew that the Weasleys, and especially Mr Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, were strong supporters of Dumbledore and the headmaster's extremist anarchical terrorist militia hellbent on overthrowing the Ministry, and especially Fudge's reign as Minister. Therefore, with this perfect pressure, he could turn Percy Weasley into a spy for him by offering not only to not get him in any trouble for the whole unfortunate Mr Crouch incident, but to actually promote him to a very prestigious position in Fudge's own inner circle. As it turned out, the young man had not even needed any pressure, Percy Weasley was happy to betray his family and Dumbledore for advancement in the Ministry ranks — because even though Fudge was completely blind to this, it was Percy he needed to worry far more about trying to take over his position as Minister of Magic than Dumbledore.

Not that that had quite turned out as well as Fudge had hoped, as a few days after Percy had accepted the new position Fudge learned that the boy had had a fight with his family and moved out, moving to his own flat in London instead. But it was what it was, and he did still have a Weasley in his pocket now for whatever that would turn out worth in the long run, and the boy was very ambitious and willing to do nearly anything that Fudge asked him to do, which was definitely good.

Mr Crouch's disappearance, on the other hand, had very briefly presented a potential disaster for Fudge, but he had been able to quickly and subtly appoint a new Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation without hardly anyone hearing about it or it raising any red flags amongst the peasantry, and with his control over the Daily Prophet, he had made sure that they never whispered a word about Mr Crouch being missing or even that there was new head of his department without any reason for the sudden and secret change.

And that wasn't the only way that he had made the Daily Prophet start proactively working for him. He had also launched a subtle libel campaign against Dumbledore in an attempt to make the average wizard on the street believe that the headmaster was just some senile old fart who was a bit of a joke, and was telling ridiculous stories because he loved being a famous wizard and in charge of Hogwarts school, and wanted to keep that going. And thanks to small bits and quips his exclusive media outlet slipped in a few times a week into middle of the paper, articles making Dumbledore out to be a deluded, attention-seeking joke, Fudge was sure that he was well on his way to turning Dumbledore into someone that nobody would believe.

To further aid this he pressured the Wizengamot to demote Dumbledore from Chief Warlock and the Chairmanship of the International Confederation of Wizards to vote him out entirely, after the headmaster made a speech to the world declaring Voldemort's return. Of course, that hadn't been any help with the Bulgarian Minister, who was still demanding answers for where Krum had disappeared to and why Hogwarts and the British Ministry's portkey hadn't worked right, but one foreign country considering the possibility that Dumbledore might be correct really meant nothing so long as he could keep all of his British subjects on his side, blissful in their belief that You-Know-Who was long dead, would never return, and they were living in the golden age of wizarding Britain, all thanks to the hard work of yours truly, Minister Fudge, against the likes of those such as Dumbledore who tried to incite unfounded panic in everyone and overthrow the Minister.

Additionally, true to his word to Dumbledore the day after the third task, Fudge was working his hardest to extend his hand of tyranny over the school as well, and not just over the Daily Prophet, the Ministry, and the wizarding peasantry at large. He was currently in the midst of working a new decree into the hands of his strongest supporters in the Ministry and Wizengamot that would enable him as Minister to appoint teachers so long as Dumbledore couldn't find anyone for the position, which would give him an inside man in the school come September to begin furthering his control over the minds and abilities (or lack of abilities, to be more accurate if everything went to plan) of the next generation of Ministry, and therefore Minister, subjects.

And to aid in that, he promised his number one, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister Delores Umbridge, that so long as she could keep anyone else from applying for the annually vacant DADA position, that he could force through his new laws usurping power over the school and place her in the position, giving her the foot in the door necessary for her to overthrow the school for him from within, and in exchange she would be queen of the school just as he was king of the Ministry.

~FS~

FitzSimmons, meanwhile, were blissfully unaware of all of this political turmoil going on in Britain.

Ron sent them multiple letters over the summer inviting them to come stay at his house, that he was quite busy and lots of exciting things were going on there, only he couldn't give them any important details by letter in case the letters went astray, but that he would tell them everything if they came to visit, just to write him back and tell him that they wanted to come. They ignored all of this like normal though, as there was no way in hell that they were ever going anywhere near his house, and never sent him any letters back so as to try to discourage his sending them any more letters, even if it never seemed to work, that summer or any of the three previous.

But the letter that they were actually looking for was the annual booklist from Hogwarts. Early in the summer they had Knight Bussed over to their Montana magical town to pick up some books for the summer including The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 since they had to get their new grade's version of that book every year, but the summer wore on without the booklist arriving, and they began to become concerned. They figured that it took the Hogwarts owls at least a few days if not close to an entire week to fly all the way across the pond and country to get to them, even if it didn't take the Hogwarts owls as long as they were sure that it took the Weasleys' ancient owl, and as September 1 drew ever closer and closer, they started becoming worried that it wouldn't make it to them in time before they had to return to Hogwarts.

And right they were, as the magically Sunday morning of September 1 arrived bright and clear where they were with still no owl from the magical school in sight, and even if there had been, they would have been pressed on time to get by the Montana bookstore to pick up their new books before they needed to be at the Hogsmeade train platform in time to be there when the train arrived. So it was with substantial confusion that they boarded the Knight Bus with only one school book each, wondering what was going on that year and how much trouble it would cause them not having their books for classes the following morning.

Taking the first horseless carriage up to the castle once they had arrived at the Hogsmeade train platform, they soon found themselves sitting down in their normal spot at the Gryffindor table, waiting for everyone else to arrive, Dumbledore to make any pre-Feast announcements he had for the year — like perhaps why the booklists hadn't been sent out earlier than a day or two before the new term, or not at all for all they knew — and the feasting to begin. But as students began making their way in, the last one whom they would have expected to walked over to where they were sitting and sat himself down across from them. And that was of course Ron Weasley, who had spent most of the previous year hating their guts and calling them liars because of the TriWizard Tournament. Then again, he had been sending them letters for most of the summer inviting them over, so Simmons supposed that she shouldn't be too surprised that he would be talking to them in person again as well — oh well, you couldn't always get what you wanted in life.

As it actually was, while the entire summer physically away from them had certainly helped him forget everything that had happened the previous year, the bigger influence was the fact that the morning before, he had discovered that he had been given the prefect badge over the famous Harry Potter, and so he finally had something that made him better than Harry (in his mind, at least), and therefore no longer minded so much being around the Boy-Who-Lived now that Harry wasn't so high and mighty and powerful as he had always been in the past.

"Missed you over the summer," he said as he sat down across from FitzSimmons without invitation.

It took a lot of self-control for Fitz not to retort something along the lines of, 'Really? Because you couldn't get away from us fast enough all of last year', but he knew that his wife wouldn't be happy with him if he didn't play nice, so he simply said, "Your letters mentioned that you were busy — what did you do over the summer?"

Ron leaned in and lowered his voice, saying, "Our house is the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's group that's fighting against You-Know-Who's return since the Ministry doesn't believe him. Most of the professor here are part of it, including Snape, though he fortunately never stayed for supper, or stayed any longer than he had to for their meetings. Not that we were allowed into any of them, 'too young' my mum says, but people were constantly coming and going. It was very exciting and busy."

"Interesting," Simmons replied politely, even though it didn't sound to her as if Ron had been doing much of anything over the summer, at least in respect to this 'Order', and certainly nothing 'interesting'. "But speaking of things happening, did you get a booklist this summer?"

"Yeah, but it didn't come until yesterday," Ron answered. "You two not?"

"Not yet, but I suspect it'll be here tomorrow or Tuesday, Wednesday at the latest," Simmons replied. "But do you have it with you? We need to see if we can order our books tonight since we don't have them, except the normal gradebook."

"It's in my trunk, but there were just two books this year," Ron answered. "The normal spellbook and the one assigned by the new Defense professor. The twins said they overheard mum and dad saying that Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to take the job this year."

"Yeah, it's almost like it's cursed or something," Simmons replied. "Five years, five different professors? — that's not a good thing for the long-term education of the upcoming generation. Weird though that none of our other classes would have new books this year."

"Second year was exactly the same, actually," Fitz said. "The yearly book, and then a DADA book — or six. It just didn't feel like this year since we still had to buy a bunch of books, even though they were all for Lockhart, and all a waste of trees."

"Oh, that's true — didn't think of that," Simmons replied, looking over at her husband. "Is still odd though that the school wouldn't have sent out the booklists at a normal time with just the one normal book on it, and then sent out a second letter whenever Dumbledore hired the DADA professor." Looking back over at Ron, she asked, "Anything else in the booklists, though?"

"Prefect badges came," Ron answered proudly. "I thought for sure you two would have been made prefects, but nope, I opened my letter and there it was, this shiny prefect badge."

He pointed to the badge on his robes, that now that FitzSimmons actually looked at it, they saw was in fact a prefect badge like his pompous older brother had always worn and flashed around their first three years at the school.

"My mum got me a new Cleansweep Eleven broom as a reward. I think I'm going to try out for Gryffindor's quidditch team this year — they'll be needing a new keeper. You know, Harry, you should try out, too. You've got such a fast broom you could probably replace our current seeker — she's not great, to be honest, and nowhere near as fast a broom as your Firebolt."

"Still don't care about quidditch," Fitz replied. "And I'm sure they didn't give the positions to us because we've spent four years doing nothing but challenging the professors' authority and intellect. They need prefects who will work for them and blindly enforce all of their rules, not question everything and refuse to enforce anything that they see as morally wrong or just flat stupid."

But at that moment the doors to the Great Hall opened again, Professor McGonagall walked in with the new batch of first years, and the Sorting began, ending all discussion about prefectship and rule enforcing. Once the sorting was over — a warning speech song about House division by the Sorting Hat this year instead of the normal description of the Houses, proving once and for all, beyond all doubt, that the Sorting Hat was smarter than every single adult in that castle combined, as they were all still encouraging House division by still having the Houses at all — food appeared on the tables in front of them, and everyone began eating.

As they ate, FitzSimmons looked up at the Staff table to see who the new DADA professor was going to be that year. And they spotted two different witches sitting up there whom they had never seen before at the Starting Feast. One was Hagrid's temporary replacement the year before, whereas Hagrid himself was noticeably absent from the table. The other was a fat, short, dumpy woman dressed in all pink, looking pretentious and snobby, like she thought that everyone in there, professors and students alike, were all beneath her.

'Government official' FitzSimmons instantly thought.

And while they wondered why there was a Ministry official at the Starting Feast this year, as there hadn't even been for the TriWizard Tournament the year before and this witch didn't look like she came to tell anyone anything good, wondering wasn't answers, and so FitzSimmons put it out of their mind until new information came to light, or they could ask a professor about her and where the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was.

But eventually the meal was over, and Dumbledore rose to his feet and looked around at them all. First he informed the first years and reminded everyone else that the Forbidden Forest was in fact still forbidden, as was magic in the hallway between classes, not that FitzSimmons had ever seen the adults actually enforcing either of those rules with any kind of efficiency, and barely even at all without any efficiency, the likes of Malfoy still not having been thrown out of the school for constant abusive bullying.

Then he introduced the new professors of the year, starting with Professor Grubbly-Plank, who still hadn't changed her name to something less cringe-inducing. Though unlike when Hagrid had replaced the previous Care of Magical Creatures professor at the beginning of FitzSimmons' third year, Dumbledore said nothing about why Hagrid was retiring from the position or taking a sabbatical that year, simply that Professor Grubbly-Plank was taking Care of Magical Creatures that year. Or as Fitz offered later, perhaps Dumbledore'd had to fire Hagrid because he wasn't professor material or was in possession of too many illegal creatures, but the headmaster didn't want to embarrass Hagrid by saying either of those to the student body, though it still didn't explain why Hagrid wasn't in the Great Hall for the Opening Feast assuming that he was still the gamekeeper.

After the hall had politely clapped for Professor Grubbly-Plank, Dumbledore then said, motioning towards the bureaucrat in pink, "We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

FitzSimmons turned to stare at each other. What on earth was Dumbledore thinking letting the Ministry into his school, especially in the most important practical subject of all, Self-Defense class?!

But Dumbledore was speaking again, something about quidditch tryouts that had Ron's face lighting up like a Christmas tree, before the small, simpering, highly irritating cough of a bona fide Karen interrupted him. It was the Ministry plant clearing her throat to draw his attention to her as she stood to her feet.

As Dumbledore sat back down, she looked out over the crowd and after a few simpering words of welcome that no one in the audience returned, she began a rote speech. The subtext of which was that the Ministry wanted to hone students' magical abilities to their own designs, and that she, working on behalf of the government, was going to come in and change whatever she wanted while leaving what she liked, all in the noble names of 'progress' and 'tradition' and moving forwards into a 'new era of openness, effectiveness, and accountability', that ironically enough almost always decreased transparency (aka openness) and accountability rather than increase it like claimed. And while most of the words and phrases that she used were true to some extent at their core, the summary was that she, as the Ministry's representative, was coming in to bend the school to the will of the Ministry — i.e., the Ministry was interfering at Hogwarts.

Once she finally sat her fat, interrupting, interfering arse back down in her chair, Dumbledore resumed what he had been saying about quidditch tryouts, before finally dismissing everyone to their respective Houses and even more respective beds. As FitzSimmons remained in their seats to wait on the stampede out of the Great Hall to settle down — not interrupting to give out maps this year as the Ministry whale didn't seem like she would accept that, and FitzSimmons knew when to keep their heads down at least until they got a better lay of the land — they looked out around the room, their eyes eventually spotting Malfoy headed in their direction flanked by his bodyguard thugs Crabbe and Goyle.

When he made it up to them, sneer firmly in place on his pale face, he drawled, "Tell me, Potter — how does it feel being second-best to Weasley?"

"Is this one of those situations where you're going to say everything except what you're actually talking about because you still think that you can torture us or make us ask you what on earth you're talking about?" Simmons replied boredly.

"Why, the prefect position, of course," Malfoy sneered back, actually telling them what he was going on about for once.

"Oh, the prefect position — yeah, Ron told us that he'd got it," Simmons answered. "But like we told him, we've spent four years challenging the adults' authority and intellect, so we're the worst possible picks for prefects. They need people who will blindly enforce their rules and aren't smarter than them, so that the prefects won't start questioning the rules and only enforcing the ones that are actually beneficial to the students, as opposed to just being beneficial to the adults. Now, I will admit that it's a surprise that you were given a position of enforcing the rules that you've also spent four years flagrantly disobeying with your continuous bullying, but I'm assuming that's because of money, political pressures, and the fact that Snape actually likes you since you're two peas in an abusive, criminal, rotten pod."

"Anyway, we really couldn't give a flying fuck," Fitz added before Malfoy could react to Simmons' last sentence and start trying to give them detentions then and there. "We probably wouldn't do whatever prefects do anyway even if we had been given the position. Or we would have turned our badges in because we're not interested in that type of responsibility here. Anyway, if we see someone committing a serious enough crime, we'll still report it to the professors, and depending on the severity of the crime, dole out meaningful justice for the crime ourselves when the adults inevitably refuse to do it themselves. Remember first year when you attacked Neville outside the library, and I tackled you to the ground and then we took you to Professor McGonagall? We weren't prefects then, either — didn't stop us from doing what was right and necessary, and the lack of a prefect badge now won't change that."

These answers seemed to take Malfoy quite aback, as he just stared at them for several seconds like he was trying to process the idea of doing right regardless of one's official position or job, but after a few seconds he managed to regather his bravado and sneer, "Well, you better watch yourself this year, Potter, and mind your manners, or I'll have to give you detentions. Because, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, actually have the power to hand out punishments, including to you and your pet mudblood there."

"And in case you haven't noticed, we don't even obey the professors, idiot," Fitz retorted boredly. "What on God's green earth makes you think that we'll obey you if we don't obey them?"

"Watch yourself, Potter," Malfoy growled. "I'll be following your every step to catch you the moment either of you steps out of line."

"If we step out of line, it will probably be shoving your badge so far up your arse that you can taste the metal on your tongue," Fitz replied. "Now scram — you have no power here."

And with that he stood up — as the Great Hall had mostly emptied itself while they were bantering — and walked right past Malfoy and out of the hall without another glance at the bully, Simmons of course right beside him.

Once they made it up to the Gryffindor common room, they found Sara Jones, the Hogwarts champion the year before in the TriWizard Tournament, and now a seventh year, and asked her, "Do you know how to order textbooks? Our booklist never came, and while we have the normal book, we don't have the DADA book."

"Yeah, of course," Sara answered. "I've got a Flourish and Blotts owl order catalog you can use. And if they don't have the book in there, just write down the name, they've got to still have copies since everyone in the school needed that book this year. And if it hasn't come yet by the time you have your first DADA class, you can borrow my copy since we won't have class at the same time, and I'm sure one of my friends will let you borrow theirs as well so you can each have a book. Now let me go grab the catalog out of my trunk for you."