Harry Potter and the Order of the Chronic

Triangle of Violence

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"High Inquisitor?" Hermione said reading through the Dailey Prophet.

"What are you going on about Hermione?" Ron said from her side.

Harry groaned taking a seat across from them. "I think I'm going to kill Angelina, all these practices at quidditch. If I didn't know better I would think this is punishment from Wood and you know… that whole thing…" Harry's voice trailed off into silence not wishing to mention that rather nasty incident.

"Don't know what you are complaining about, I was awful." Ron mumbled gloomily. Ron had won a spot on the quidditch team pretty much because all the other viable options had been eliminated and because Mrs. Weasley had got him a new broom for becoming a prefect.

Harry thought on that a moment. "Yeah, you were. Thanks buddy." Harry said giving Ron a slap on the back for making him feel better about quidditch practice.

Ron scowled, but pressed on. "So is it true Cormac was going to try for keeper as well?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, but Fred, George, and I bet him to eat a pound of doxy eggs and can you believe it the moron did it! Been in the hospital wing for days. Good muscle to have around, but not all that bright." Harry finished in a rather sour tone.

"What was the bet?" Hermione asked from Harry's other side.

Harry froze up. The bet had been that Cormac forget about Hermione and go after another girl or eat the doxy eggs.

"Uh… So the Hutt was made High Inquisitor? What does that entail?" Harry asked quickly trying to change the subject.

Luckily Harry's bait worked as Hermione grasped onto Harry's words.

"The ugly toad is going to be inspecting classes and even getting authority from the Ministry to make new rules, or decrees as the Prophet puts it, for Hogwarts." Hermione replied sourly shaking the newspaper before her.

"Did you talk to your big shot friend Fudge about her torturing students?" Hermione whispered in an almost evil manner as her eyes narrowed on Harry.

"Of course!" Harry retorted, as he tried to remember what he exactly wrote to Fudge.

"Well whatever you said isn't working. She still isn't teaching us defensive magic and as far as rumors go she is still using that horrible quill of hers in detention. Why don't you have the foul Skeeter woman report it Harry?" Hermione asked in a quick succession that Harry couldn't help, but wonder if she were a relative of the guy who did Micro-Machine commercials.

In response Harry shrugged.

Hermione glared at him. "Well if you aren't going to do anything than I have an idea of my own and I'll be organizing it this Hogsmeade weekend."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione I know what you are getting at. Voldemort isn't back. I stopped him. Remember Order of Merlin and all that?"

"That was for stopping him you know. And like I said prophecies are rubbish, don't believe in any of that nonsense." Harry said answering his own question.

"And what if you are wrong?" Hermione questioned sternly.

"Then I'll just tell him the truth… if I knew it." Harry muttered.

"What don't you know?" Hermione asked in her skeptical tone as if Harry knew something he wasn't sharing.

"Well I'm waiting for you to tell me! I didn't get Shaggy and the Gang back together for nothing! I don't know what the hell is going on! All I know is that I really don't have a beef with Riddle. He has a beef with me and I just want him to leave me the fuck alone!" Harry answered harshly.

Hermione quieted with a rather guilty expression on her face. She hadn't meant to back Harry into a corner, but just wanted him to accept that the You-Know-Who existed. Luckily Ron interjected on her behalf.

"Mate… I wasn't going to mention anything, but sometimes early in the morning before you… well you know, get high." Ron muttered quietly. "You start mumbling some weird things. Things like, just a little bit further, and get out of my head Potter." Ron said looking glum as well as worried.

"Don't know what you are talking about Ron." Harry replied truly not having any idea of what Ron was talking about.

"Now if you two are done grilling me" Harry whispered harshly "then I've got a phone call to make." Harry then after a stone cold glance at the pair got up and whipped out his cell phone.

"Hey babe, Hogsmeade this weekend…" Harry had said into his phone before he exited the Great Hall.

"Ron you didn't tell me Harry had been muttering things in his sleep!" Hermione whispered, as soon as Harry was out of range.

"You never asked." Ron replied with a guilty expression on his face.

"Well it was important! You-Know-Who might be penetrating his mind and despite the fact that Harry leaked the prophecy there has been nothing reported about it. Due to Fudge I expect… and the fact that the rumor mill tore it up so bad no one knows what it means, I mean Dean going on about Jedi." Hermione answered venomously and then added a roll of her eyes at the thought Harry could be a Jedi.

"Either way, it doesn't matter. If You-Know-Who is back then we need to be prepared and that means training. Remember what I talked about with you earlier?" Hermione questioned.

"Yeah, yeah." Grumbled Ron with nod.

"Good. If we can at least get Harry to join then others are bound to show up. I mean after hearing the prophecy it certainly seems like he is the…" Hermione began, but was interrupted.

"Have you seen Harry?"

Ron and Hermione both looked and there stood Cho Chang looking slightly depressed. "We were supposed to be planning out trip to Hogsmeade, but I haven't been able to find him." Cho muttered softly.

"Err… no." Hermione offered as an answer not sure of what to say.

"Harry is off making arrangements with his real girlfriend and not some nutter." Ron replied bluntly.

"What?" Cho replied her eyes welling up with tears. "That just isn't possible you liar!" Cho shrieked pulling out her wand. She held it on Ron for a moment before giving a slight gurgling non-literal response as she fled out of the Great Hall in tears.

Ron and Hermione watched after Cho as she fled

"Complete nutter." Ron muttered.

"Ron has anyone ever told you, that you have the emotional range of a teaspoon." Hermione replied.

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"What the hell is this place you dragged me to Hermione?" Harry asked looking up at the sign outside the pub that read the Hog's Head, and had a picture of an actual hog's head.

"Is this a slaughter house or something? Does this have anything to do with spew?" Harry asked quickly. "Because I'm not in."

"Relax Harry it isn't anything like that… sort of." Hermione added on quietly near the end as they entered the pub.

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"Oh hey Harry how are you?" Zacharius Smith muttered upon seeing Harry at the rather large gathering of students in the Hog's Head.

"Uh… fine." Harry replied looking at the boy with confusion then with a mild nod looked to Hermione "I do believe we are all here, so what is this about?"

Hermione shifted uncomfortably for a few moments and then went on a rant about Professor Umbridge, the Ministry, Fudge, and even Harry on one or two occasions. Basically the gist of Hermione's speech was that they were all blinded to the fact that Voldemort was back and needed to be prepared to face what was out 'there.'

The whole group of students sat still and motionless mouths agape as they stared at Hermione. She had even used the Dark Lords name. Harry was looking rather horrified.

"Are you saying we need to assassinate the best teacher Hogwarts has ever seen?" Harry questioned.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I'm just saying we need to learn, in order to protect ourselves." Hermione muttered to Harry.

"Hermione I will not be a part of this terrorist organization." Harry answered firmly.

Hermione looked scorned and was about to shout back a retort, but Harry cut her off.

"I will not sit here and let you destroy the best teacher that Hogwarts has ever seen! Look at these grades on my homework!" Harry replied harshly waving pieces of paper in front of Hermione's face and tossing them down on the table before all the Hogwarts students.

"All O's!" Harry said as Hermione scanned through Harry's homework.

"These are just copies!" Hermione shrieked.

"Well that is what homework is Hermione. Just copying what you heard or read in class and putting it down on paper." Ron offered.

"No Ron. These are literally just copies!" Hermione shrieked as she flaunted pages of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard. That is when the rest noticed that Harry's homework was not actually written, but photocopied as if on a copier machine.

"Hey they earned an O didn't they?" Harry muttered in question.

"I only ever got E and I worked my arse off!" Hermione shouted losing control of her temper. "This one got an O and it is just a copy of the index page!"

"Well obviously it contained the right answer!" Harry retorted in defiance.

Hermione's face was blood red as she glared Hermione and clenched her fist. "Harry… if I could I would deduct whatever house points we have and give you detention for the rest of the year, but I know you wouldn't bother going." Hermione said shaking with rage.

Harry was now standing in front of the defiant Hermione. "You think just because you and Ron are prefects you can order me around?" Harry spat.

"That isn't what I said at all." Hermione retorted.

"Fine!" Harry spat again gathering his photocopied homework, which he had done in his trunk using his multiuse printer. "I'll just leave you and your little terrorist organization."

Harry, his homework gathered, began to storm to the exit, but paused as he noticed the bartender. He looked awfully familiar in a way. Harry shrugged went up to the bartender and flipped a galleon onto the counter. Fleur was waiting for him and he wasn't about to hold her up because of this farce by Hermione.

"Shot of Fire Whiskey."

The bartender looked at the galleon. "You aren't of age boy."

"Keep the change." Harry spat as he heard Cho mumble something about crazy boyfriends in the background. The bartender shrugged and got him a shot.

Harry downed his shot and left to meet Fleur.

As far as Harry could recall best anger sex he could ever remember.

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"Babe." Harry muttered rolling off Fleur, sweat rolling down his body "I swear I'll show them all the true meaning of life by the end of year."

Fleur raised an eyebrow. "If you keep performing like that. I won't doubt you." She pulled Harry into a close kiss.

It was a long while before they broke away from each other, but eventually Harry and Fleur broke away.

"So what is the meaning of life Harry?" Fleur giggled out as he rested on her chest.

Harry pondered it for a moment in deep thought.

"Live to party as much as possible." Harry responded.

Fleur giggled a bit "Why is that?"

"…Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it."

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End Chapter

I thought a very valuable lesson. One I even learned. Seriously why hate when you could be partying?