A/N: I hadn't meant to keep you all waiting so long, but I've been kind of overwhelmed by an influx of one-shots for the new Covert Affairs fandom. Thank you to everyone who suggested pranking ideas. Unfortunately, my 125th reviewer did not submit an idea, so I'll have to do a guaranteed-in again. I'll set it at the 145th review. Remember, the rule is that it has to be something that the Potter twins can do. I'm not that worried about full-out pranks for the others - they will have very little time for marauding, as you'll find out. Now, here's the long-awaited second half of the first official DA meeting.

Previously:Hogwarts was mending for the first time in almost a thousand years.

Chapter Twelve: One (Part II)

"Now that that's out of the way," Harry began again. His ashamed audience snapped back into attention. "Let's get on with it. Welcome to the DA. As I said before, this – we – are Hogwarts' army. You have all been asked to attend because of your aptitude to defense and dedication to the cause."

Harry swallowed, the adrenaline from his angry rant wearing off as his natural stage fright kicked in. He looked around at the thirty-something people listening to him and tried to clear his mind. As usual, it wasn't working. He took another deep breath and continued.

"A few more things before we all go to bed. First let me say I am really proud of you all," he made sure to glance at Neville, "Professor Deere told me she could tell exactly who was in the DA last year," he paused, "but that's not enough."

Those who'd been smiling and patting each other on the back froze. Surely they weren't going to be kicked out now?

Harry ignored them; pressing on like nothing had stirred his classmates. "This year we will do more than defense. There is a war going on outside our home and Voldemort," he rolled his eyes as everyone flinched, "attacking is no longer a possibility. It will happen, people! So this year we will not only be learning practical defense, but also battlefield first-aid magic. Yes, Ginny?"

Ginny put her hand down. "How? Will Madame Pomfrey be teaching us?"

"No. Once again, we are a student-run group, but Hermione will get into that later," Harry replied, glancing at Hermione for conformation.

"So who'll be teaching?" Bertha Matlock asked.

"Harry, duh!" Ernie McMillian answered before anyone else could.

"Actually, I won't," Harry replied, nonchalantly. Immediately, the volume of the room hit the roof. Only Ron, Hermione, and Neville remained silent. Neville, though, appeared to be trying to disappear as the Room of Requirement had erected an opaque screen around his cushion. "Let me finish!" Harry shouted over the noise.

He had to wait a few more seconds for all the chatter to quiet down enough for him to continue. "If you'd let me finish, I would have been able to clarify. I will be instructing the defensive part, 'kay? But Madame Pomfrey's student will be doing the first-aid magic, deal?"

"Who's the student?" Cho Chang asked before Harry could elaborate.

"Neville Longbottom," Harry replied. The screen around Neville went transparent as Harry asked the Room to show him.

The room went quieter than a graveyard at night. Then Hermione started to clap. The other Gryffindors, including Harry, joined and soon everyone was. Neville looked like he had back in the leaving feast of their first year when his last-minute ten points won Gryffindor the house cup. But then he'd remained frozen on his seat, today he stood up and Harry sat down as if they'd planned it.

"Um, hi. Thanks," he started. "Um, look, I know I'm not Harry, so I, err, know what you're thinking," he glanced at Draco, "but I'll, um, do my best to teach you everything Madame Pomfrey is, um, teaching me." Neville sat back down, his face a bright Weasley-red, to another short round of applause.

Harry signaled to Hermione that it was her turn. She nodded and took a deep breath. She was proud to notice that she wasn't blushing as much as she had last year while addressing the first DA meeting in the Hog's Head.

"Right, well, Harry brought this up before, but he wanted me to explain, so yeah," Hermione rambled. She stopped to calm herself down before continuing. "We – Harry, Ron, and I – talked about it and we have decided that we don't want teachers to interfere. We– "

"Why didn't we get a say in it? Who made you three boss?" Smith called.

"Well, we–"

"If you want, we can have a vote AFTER Hermione finishes explaining," Ginny growled at the Hufflepuff behind her.

"Thanks, Ginny," Hermione acknowledged.

"Anytime, 'Mione," Ginny interrupted.

"So we came to the conclusion that because we might be learning some, uh, dangerous spells, they might want to stop us. But we need to learn it, right?" There were scattered nods around the room, and they gave Hermione more confidence. "We need to do the unexpected if we have any hope of beating Voldemort – oh get over it – and if we invite guests, how can we be unexpected?

"For the same reason, we propose," she accented the word to cover her bases, "that we continue to keep these meetings secret. Agreed?"

"All those who agree with us, raise your hands!" Ron called, when no one answered. Ginny stood up to count the hands.

"Oi, Smith! Your hand up or not?" Ron shouted.

Smith replied by raising his hand above the Creevey brothers.

"Right. It's unanimous," Ginny said. "Looks like we're still underground, Hermione."

"Good. Thank you. Now that is settled, who still has your gallon from last year?" All the returning members raised their hands and looked around to see who hadn't. "Excellent. Harry, would you please pass me the basket behind you. Great, thanks." She held up the basket. "For those new members, these are how you will know when the next meeting is. Harry changes the numbers on his coin to the date and time and yours changes to match. It will grow warm to tell it has been set."

Hermione dropped the gallon she'd been using as a prop back into the basket and handed it to Luna Lovegood for her to pass around.

Once again, Harry stood up. "Any questions before we get out of here?"

"What about Quiddich practices?" Terry Boot, the new Ravenclaw captain asked.

Harry nodded slowly. "I'll do my best to schedule meetings around practice. If you want, you can give me your schedule, Terry, but because I'm juggling all four teams," he glanced at Malfoy who nodded, "you'll have to choose once in a while. Gryffindors, we'll be sacrificing Quiddich. Sorry guys, but this is more important," he added quickly at the groans issuing from his team.

Ron and Ginny both looked flabbergasted, but Katie Bell just shrugged.

"Other captains, you choose. Anything else?"

~OOOOO~

Fifteen minutes later, the Room of Requirement was almost empty. Harry was just about to leave, having stayed to search for a book Lupin had suggested, when someone knocked on the door. Curious, he opened it.

"Malfoy?"

Draco pushed his past Harry into the room. Harry closed the door.

"Something you need?"

Draco started pacing. Harry had never seen the Malfoy heir look so un-composed, and he had to admit it was unsettling. They stared at each other for a while before Draco broke it and spoke.

"Thank you, Potter."

Harry's mouth went slack. Had Professor Snape danced naked in front of him singing "Cucaracha!", he wouldn't have been more surprised. "Um…"

"I have to go."

With that, Harry was once again alone.

A/N: Remember, the 145th reviewer gets to pull a prank on someone. I'm not going to lie and tell you I'm planning on posting the next chapter tomorrow, but as I've written seven more chapters, it shouldn't be too too long. I've fleshed out the telling Remus and Snape knowing chapters, and I have to say, they're good (at least Remus' is). A few people have asked when Harry will find out. Well, I've planned it around Christmas. I've written part of his reaction, and yes, it is a blow-up.