Harry Potter and the Order of the Chronic

Waking Up

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Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.

The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four.

Dolores Jane Umbridge.

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The decree had come just days after the Hogsmeade trip and of course sent the students into a widespread panic as they rushed to see if Gobstones, Potions, and other clubs would still be acceptable to the High Inquisitor.

It also led to a very heated argument between Harry and Hermione. One argument, which Ron was desperately trying to remain neutral as he sat in a chair while Harry and Hermione shouted at one another.

"Oh please Hermione! Like I'd turn you in." Harry scoffed in disbelief. "You want to form some evil organization like Cobra to dismantle a professor, go ahead, fight the power."

"You said she is your favorite teacher and she clearly is showing favoritism towards you. Who else could get away with turning in photocopied homework?" Hermione retorted her eyes narrowed in a fury as her face reddened.

"So? In case you hadn't noticed I've been fighting this whole place and the way it is run with my very being. It is horribly out of date and I'm simply trying to bring it up to code." Harry shouted back his own temper rising.

"You of all people should be on my side being muggleborn! Instead you go off and worship Dumbledore as a God and leave the real geniuses in the dust." Harry said with an angry scowl on his face.

"I don't even know what you are talking about Harry!" Hermione responded sharply. "Who gets left behind in the dust? Hermione said with a flustered look.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You know I used to think you were smart Hermione, but the smartest magical person I've ever meet is by far Ron's dad." Harry said making a gesture towards Ron, who now was looking up at Harry with his jaw hanging open.

Whispers broke out among the students who had been watching the row. Apparently the idea that Arthur Weasley being the smartest wizard currently in the world humored some and others just looked on in shock like Ron.

Hermione was one of the shocked ones. She stood with her mouth slightly open for a bit in awe before being able to speak again.

"What, what does that have to do with anything? How is Ron's dad smarter than Dumbledore, he is with us unlike you." Hermione hissed.

"Unbelievable." Harry muttered grabbing at his hair if he was going to yank it out. "It isn't about sides in a debate. So what if Voldie is back or he isn't? It doesn't change the fact that great wizards are out there like Mr. Weasley trying to bring the magical world out of the Dark Ages into the Age of Enlightenment. Seriously, do you know of any other wizard who tinkers with more muggle stuff than he does only to make it better? I mean I have a spell that allows me to work electronics here at Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley made a fucking car that could fly and be invisible right here on Hogwarts grounds."

The whispers ceased and arose again shortly after Harry spoke. The murmurs now were suddenly of those who thought this idea was an interesting new perspective to the uses of magic.

Hermione on the other hand was struggling to find a response. So she did the only thing she could muster at the moment being on the spot of watching eyes.

"You still turned us in!" And with that being said Hermione stormed off ignoring his shouts of protest.

Once it was clear that Hermione wasn't going to acknowledge Harry anymore he sat down next to Ron fuming. Ron sat still in awestruck wonder.

"You really think that way mate?" Ron asked his face still in bewilderment.

Harry didn't respond he was rubbing his annoying scar furiously.

"I need to get high." Harry muttered in response as he stood up preparing to make his way to his trunk.

"Potter!" A voice rang out.

Harry turned to see Angelina storming up to him blabbering something about quidditch and the decree.

"Angelina hold that thought and lets go get some folks to have a little pow-wow in private." Harry said with a halting hand raised into the air.

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Harry took a long drag and passed the blunt, he currently held, off to Alicia. The whole Gryffindor quidditch team was present along with Ron, in Harry's trunk. The room was filled with hazy smoke as they smoked.

"Now what were you squawking about Angelina?" Harry asked after letting a long puff of smoke escape him.

"I was saying that decree Umbridge made… includes quidditch to." Angelina replied a bit maliciously.

Harry noticed as well. Apparently Angelina and by the looks of his quidditch mates, they all believed in Hermione's theory of him betraying their confidence. Well Harry couldn't have that. He needed his allies.

"Not a problem. As soon as we are done here I shall go to this Hutt and negotiate our reinstatement to play."

"Good." Angelina replied a note of skepticism in her voice.

Harry quirked an eyebrow "You doubt me? Or you doubt my story about it not being me who ratted you out?"

"Well… it seems…" George began putting on a thoughtful look.

"Logical." Fred finished also putting on a thoughtful look.

"Well I'll tell you all something right now?" Harry said in a menacing manner.

"Cause I'll give you the fucking answer, all right? Look at me. Look at me. I'm not the fucking rat. Okay? I'm not the fucking rat."

It was silent for a few moments as the blunt was passed around.

"Well said." Fred commented nudging to one side of Harry.

"Applause." George added giving a light golf clap nudging to Harry's other side.

"You believe him like that?" Katie said snapping her fingers to show the quickness of their decision.

"Well…" George began.

"I'm their financial backer so of course they wouldn't want to offend me." Harry offered up as an excuse to the Twins decision.

"Not only that!" Fred said with a shake of his head.

"You do have a nice variety of alcohol, the likes of which, Hogwarts has never seen."

"You also share your weed."

"Lets not forget you are a complete riot to be around."

"And I suppose the money doesn't hurt." The Twins said in unison with a gleeful look on their faces. "I mean who could pass up on that?"

There almost seemed a sudden urgency to be around Harry as everyone began mumbling his or her sorrows for not believing him. All except Ron who seemed to be lost in his own little stoned world.

"Ron!" Harry said waving a hand in front of Ron's face.

"Oh yeah and for Dad to." Ron said nudging closer.

The Twins shared a look. "What about Dad?"

"Harry said Dad is the greatest wizard of the age… and I never really thought of it before, until now, and well, he really is."

A few confused looks went around the group, but Harry clasped a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"You have taken your first steps young grasshopper."

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"So of course you can see the need for Gryffindor to have a quidditch team?" Harry questioned the one whom he referred to as the Hutt.

Umbridge gazed over her desk with a neat, yet slightly evil smile as she got up from her desk. "Of course I shall let Gryffindor's team keep playing Mr. Potter." Umbridge replied in her shrilling tone.

"Still I can't help, but fear for your future being stuck on a team of rogues." Umbridge said. "I mean, we all know what those Weasley's think of you, and what most of your own house thinks of you." Umbridge said her voice growing in menace as each word was uttered.

"They think you are a nasty little liar Mr. Potter, but I do not." Umbridge said crossing over behind him resting her hands on his shoulders.

"And of course they are wrong young Harry. They must be shown the truth." Umbridge muttered giving Harry's shoulders a rather uncomfortable massage.

Umbridge bent down lower next to Harry's ear. "You are right Harry. He-who-must-not-be-named is not back. Just as you said, the Ministry is right and this is just Dumbledore stirring up trouble to gain control. And I may ask for a favor in the future for the kind reward I'm about to bestow you."

Harry shifted rather uncomfortably for a second.

"Um… Are you trying to seduce me?"

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Miles away…

"Oh dear please Mr. Diggory stop that infernal groaning. You will wake the dead." Nearly Headless Nick said with a soft chortle to himself.

"What am I?" Cedric groaned. "Am I an Angel?"

"Peeves! Peeves! He is speaking again!" Nick shouted as floated away looking for the poltergeist. "Peeves? Where are you bloody uncontrollable little demon." As Nick floated by a mirror he shouted in horror as he saw himself melting away.

Peeve's let out a satisfied cackle "Scared you didn't I? I am becoming a good poltergeist!"

Nick gave a nod of his head and he regained his composure. "As I was saying young Mr. Diggory is waking! And we must be ready to inform Harry of this great news."

"Nobody is here ghostie." Peeves said from Cedric's room.

"What?! That is impossible!" Nick said as he floated into the room and found that Cedric had vanished.

"Oh dear, Harry is going to kill us… luck would have it that I'm already dead."

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