Jacob wasn't bothered by the changes in the school. He wasn't even bothered when they announced there was another attack and the school will have to close. He went to the Ravenclaw common room with the rest of his house. Everyone was sad and serious as they started packing to go home. Jacob didn't pack. He took out his drums.
"What's wrong with you?" someone yelled. "Don't you care that Ginny is dead and the school has to close?"
"Ginny's not dead," Jacob said. "She's possessed. Harry and Ron will go into the chamber of secrets and save her. The school will stay open."
Everyone looked at Jacob as if he's crazy. After his prediction came true, everyone gathered in the great hall for a celebration. Jacob was the only student who hugged Professor Dumbledore when he saw him.
The train ride home was a quiet affair. Jacob sat with the prefects and tried to keep his eyes closed the whole time. He ate his chocolate frogs and thought his upcoming summer.
Summer was long and hard. Jacob stayed outdoors as much as possible, but his mother wouldn't let him go outside unsupervised. It was easier than the previous summer since Jacob now had a way to communicate his feelings, but lack of structure is hard for Jacob, and he was eager to board the Hogwarts Express in September.
Jacob sat quietly the whole train ride. Percy was the head boy and he was being somewhat annoying. Jacob was happy when he finally got to school.
Jacob liked the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. Professor Lupin really taught the class, not like Lockhart. Jacob was excused from History of Magic again since Professor Binns did not enjoy Jacob's presence. Instead, he joined Fred and George in whichever class they were in at the time. The only big incidence happened when Sirius Black came to the castle.
All students were gathered in the great hall with sleeping bags. Jacob was together with all the other Ravenclaw second years. The third years were nearby.
"Where do you think Sirius is?" Luna asked Jacob.
"He's gone," Jacob said. "The only one we have to worry about is Ron Weasley's rat." "You're crazy," Terry Boots sneered. "You have something against the Weasleys."
This time, Jacob did not have the satisfaction of knowing that he's right. The story of Sirius and Peter was kept quiet.
Another uneventful summer passed followed by another school year. Jacob did not sign up for any third year electives so he had several free periods to hang out with Fred and George. Since Fred and George each received three OWLs, they also had lots of free time. The new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher was Professor Moody. Jacob took an immediate dislike to the teacher. The first day, Moody put three spiders on his desk and started talking about unforgivable curses. Jacob immediately grabbed his wand.
"Wand down Mr. Frank," Professor Moody said.
"Mr. Frank is my daddy's name," explained Jacob.
"We sons are unfortunate enough to share our fathers' names," Professor Moody told him.
"My name is Jacob," Jacob stated.
"Okay Jacob," Professor Moody said with a grin, "after your classmates tell us about unforgivable curses, you may try them on the spiders."
"I like spiders," Jacob said. "I'd rather try the curses on you."
Professor Moody laughed.
"How about the two of us have a duel after I show the curses," suggested Professor Moody.
Jacob watched one spider turn somersaults, one spider act like it was in pain, and one spider die. Finally it was time to duel.
"No unforgivable curses, no killing, and nothing that hurts," Professor Moody said.
Jacob allowed Professor Moody to shake his hand. He shot a variety of hexes at Moody who managed to shield most of them. Jacob moved out of the way of all of Moody's hexes while firing his own. Finally, he got Moody in ropes for a few seconds, before Moody broke out and announced that the demonstration is over.
"The spell I used to block the hexes is called a shield charm. The incantation is 'protego'," Moody told them.
"Let me see you try it," he told Jacob.
Jacob wordlessly produced a shield.
"Good for you!" Professor Moody cheered. "You could be a champion dueler one day."
The next time Jacob had Defense Against Dark Arts, Professor Moody announced that he will do the imperious curse on each student. When it was Jacob's turn, Jacob crossed his arms and glared at Moody. He felt a funny sensation and started to do a somersault. He stopped while upside-down and fell on his head.
"You resisted," Moody cheered. "Come try again."
Jacob grabbed his mirror. "How about I do it on you?" he challenged.
"Go ahead," Moody said. "I doubt you're strong enough."
Jacob picked up his wand. The whole class laughed as Professor Moody started tap dancing on the ceiling. He stopped mid step and started tumbling down, landing on his feet.
"You got me," he admitted. "I wasn't expecting it to work so I didn't fight right away. Good job!"
After that, Jacob didn't mind Moody's class anymore.
The rest of the year passed without any incidences that aroused Jacob's concern. Even the night Cedric died, Jacob continued playing his drums. When asked if he cares that Cedric died, Jacob commented that he didn't know him. Cho took the death very hard. It bothered Jacob to see how sad Cho was, so he comforted her the only way he knew how. He gave her a hug. The temptation of her hair was too much, and for the first time since his first year of Hogwarts, Jacob pulled a fellow student's hair. Most of the Ravenclaws did not try to hide their disgust at Jacob's behaviors. The year ended on a sad note, but Jacob still looked forward to going back the next year.
The next year, Jacob had Professor Umbridge for Defense Against Dark Arts. Jacob was disappointed when Umbridge said to put the wands away. He sat while Umbridge talked about nothing important.
"Why aren't you writing anything down?" Umbridge snapped at Jacob.
"I don't know how to write," Jacob explained.
"What games are you playing, having your voice come out of the mirror?" snapped Umbridge.
"I have autism," explained Jacob. "It's hard for me to talk the regular way so I use this to talk."
"Put it away and take out a quill and parchment," ordered Umbridge.
Jacob picked up his bag and put it on his desk. He stuck his mirror in and rummaged around for his wand. The next thing Umbridge knew, she was hanging upside-down from ropes on the ceiling. She struggled to get out her wand and burst into flames. Professor Dumbledore ran into the room and put out the fire.
"Come with me Jacob," he said. "You know the consequence."
Jacob burst into tears and started walking towards Professor Dumbldeore.
"I prefer to give him detention myself," Umbridge said.
"Usually I handle Jacob's detentions on the spot. They are longer and harsher than most students' detentions. I do this for the safety of the teachers," Professor Dumbledore lied.
"I'm giving him detention," Umbridge insisted. "Seven o'clock tonight."
At seven o'clock, Jacob was in his room playing his drums. At seven fifteen, Umbridge began her journey to the Ravenclaw common room to find out why Jacob didn't show.
"Where's Jacob Frank?" Umbridge demanded.
"Who is Jacob Frank?" Anthony asked innocently.
"The year below you," Umbridge snarled.
"I don't know him," Michael insisted.
"Where are the fourth years?" Umbridge wanted to know.
They all raised their hands meekly.
"Do any of you know where Jacob is?" she asked.
"Last I saw him, he was in the great hall at dinner conversing with the wrackspurts and gnargles," Luna lied.
"Someone check if he is in his dormitory," Umbridge demanded.
"I'll go," volunteered Michael.
"I thought you don't know him," Umbridge said.
"I don't," Michael lied, "but I know where the fourth years sleep."
Michael went upstairs and told Jacob that the toad came for him. Jacob came down, wand in hand. He pointed his wand at Umbridge and pocketed it.
"I got you back safely," Umbridge told him. "Behave in class so you won't have detention again."
She walked out of the room.
"What did you do?" Michael asked.
Jacob realized he left his mirror upstairs. He summoned it with his wand and said, "Memory charm".
All the Ravenclaws laughed. The war between Jacob and Umbridge has officially begun, and everyone who knew Jacob knew who the winner would be.