Two weeks had gone by since the night that Fred and George had discovered Lee's painful secret. They had talked over all plans for revenge so many times that Lee almost felt that they could repeat the conversations by rote. He had to, regretfully, turn down the idea of Umbridge suffering a painfully slow death that could not in any possible way be traced back to him and the twins. Finally they had agreed on daring plan that was satifactory to all three conspirators, as they had decided to call themselves. Really, they were too busy working on plans to come up with a clever name.

As Lee walked along to Defense Against the Dark Arts with his friends, he couldn't help but smirk a little, knowing that phase one was about to begin. He wasn't allowed to do much in the first part, that would involve him getting more detenion. Unfortunatly, it was Fred and George who would have to take the detention in this case. They had tried to come up with ways around the detention, but they had nothing. They could only use a diversion once and they didn't want to waste it on simply getting the quill. This meant that someone had to take the detention, and of course when Fred offered, George demanded that he get to go alongside his twin.

"If Fred gets a scar on the back of his hand that says something like, 'Death Eaters suck' then I want one too! I don't fancy everyone being able to tell us apart!" he had said.

Fred had almost immediatly agreed, and Lee had just shrugged and told them to do what they wanted. Lee glanced at his friends and shook his head and said, "I still can't believe we had to come up with a plan to get you two in detention. It seems to come almost natural that you should just get detention for smiling...usually means you have a prank up your sleeve..."

"Oi! Snape did give us detention one time for just smiling." Fred said, suddenly remembering third year when Snape had accused them of preparing a prank just because they smiled. Most unfortunatly, he had been right, and when he'd demanded they empty their bag, they had to hand over the fireworks they had planned to set off.

"Oh bad memories..." George said, repressing a shudder, "Slimey things and mold. Those two weeks were not fun..."

"Well, this week won't be any better, mate." Lee said, clapping his friend on the shoulder. The three of them paused to stare at the door for a moment, not really feeling like class was worth attending, but finally, Lee pushed open the door just as the bell rang. He took his normal seat in the back, but Fred and George, much to everyone's suprise (except their fellow conspiritor, of course), decided to sit in the avalible seats in the front; after all, that most certainly wasn't suspicious.

Umbridge was sitting at her desk, patiently waiting for everyone to get settled before saying, "Wands away, please, and take our your textbooks. There will be no need to talk." She paused, then looked at the twins and added, "Or bring out card games."

Fred and George just ignored her and used their wands to levitate their bags onto the desk they shared. George frowned at it and Fred just stared at it, both acting as if they couldn't figure out where to go from there. Lee knew it was all part of the plan, but he still had to cover his mouth to refrain from laughing at how stupid they looked. Umbridge glared at them as if already contemplating reaching for the sickening pink slip of parchment. Suddenly, Fred nugged George and together they lifted their wands. With an exaggerated flourish of their wands, the twins used their magical abilities to unzip their bags.

Upon seeing their sucessful feat, Fred and George jumped out of their seats and let out some cheers of victory. George paused and said, "Wait, Fred! We still have to get the books out!"

"Oh! You're right!" Fred agreed, acting as if he'd forgotten. He paused then said, "But do we have to? It's so boring..."

George then replied, "I am afraid we do, brother mine, we don't want detention, now do we?"

Fred sighed and lifted his wand. "Accio Defence Against the Dark Arts text book!" he cried. The text book came shooting out of the bag at an alarming rate. Fred dove to the side to avoid being hit, allowing George to take the blow. The textbook smacked George in the face, causing him to stumble backward flailing his wand crazily just as he had attempted to get his own book using "Wingardium Leviosa!". This misfired spell ended up sending one of the chairs crashing into the cealing. The force of the chair meeting the cealing created many little pieces of wood, and, in short, alot of noise and pain. All of this caused Lee to laugh harder at the antics of his best friends, as this had not been apart of the plan at all.

"ENOUGH!" Umbridge shouted, attempting to regain control of her classroom. After about five minutes, the chair had been restored, everyone had pulled out their splinters, and Fred and George had their textbooks out on their desk. Umbridge turned to the twins and said in a dangerous voice, "Did you not hear me say 'wands away'? You could have gotten out your books using muggle means."

George smiled lazily at her and said, "But surely that's the whole point of being a wizard, is to be able to do things by magic, to actually use the magic you're born with? If you wanted us to do it by muggle means, maybe you should just ship us off to muggle school."

"I don't see why she would want to do that, though, George." Fred said, "Professor Umbridge hates muggles, doesn't she? I mean, isn't it just a bit contradictory for her to not have us learn magic or do things the magic way if she feels such a manner about non-magic peoples?"

The whole class stared at Fred, not believing what they had just heard. Yes, they knew, the twins were crazy. Yet, they had never imagined that either twin would dare say that to a professor, no matter how despicible that professor may be.

"You dare..." Umbridge began, her voice trembling with barely suppressed rage.

However, Fred went from bad to worse as he continued, "Well, I mean, see my point, professor. Doing things the muggle way just isn't practical anymore, see? If we're up against Voldemort or one of his Death Eaters, it's not like we can grab a knife and stick it in their throat or something."

There was a collective gasp as the name 'Voldemort' was uttered. A Weasley saying Voldemort's name? That was positively shocking. Yet, it didn't stop there...

"That is true, Fred." George agreed, unphased by the use of the name, "After all, Avada Kedavra would indeed kill us before we could get within 2 yards of them. We really should be learning how to defend ourselves practically. After all, we can't say, 'Oh, please hold on. Don't kill us, Mr. Dark Lord! Maybe we can talk about this? How does all this killing make you feel?' No. I can't say that I see that working..."

"Indeed," Fred said, "If you think about it, it's ever so important that our generation learn how to use defensive magic, we'll be the ones dealing with Him once he decides to come out in the open. We're the young ones, we'll be the new blood who inflitrate the Ministry, run the jokeshops, commentate the airwaves and quidditch games, make sure the wizarding world can still function and not fall to the muggles..."

"Positively. And how can we do that if we don't know how to defend ourselves should something go awry, such as the rise of an evil overlord?" George asked, then answered himself, "That wouldn't go over so well. The Ministry would fail pretty fast, and then we'd have a rather corrupt government and chaos on our hands." He paused, then added in an underton, "...though it's not like we don't already have that..."

"SILENCE." Umbridge shouted, finally having enough, "The Dark Lord is not back! I will not have these lies spread in my classroom!"

"He is back!" George said heatedly. The rest of the class remained silent. Yes, some believed Voldemort was back, but Umbridge was miffed, and they weren't sure if they really wanted to suffer a terrible fate at her hands for speaking their minds.

"Trust us! He is back!" Fred began, supporting his twin, "Just because you can't see it yourself..."

"He cannot be back!" Umbridge said, "You cannot bring someone back from the dead. You are seventh years, you should know this!"

"What if he wasn't dead in the first place?!" George demanded, "There are ways, there's Dark Magic that He probably invented himself, should something like this happen. Voldemort was clever and powerful, and the Dark Arts are ever changing. He could have twisted them to suit his needs!"

"That is just a myth!" Umbridge spat, "That cannot be possible!"

"The Chamber of Secrets was a myth." Fred counterd, "and it turned out to be true. All myth is based on fact, is it not?"

Umbridge had no argument for that, and finally she snapped. She didn't even pick up the pink slip of paper. She simply pointed at the door and commanded, "Detention. From now until you leave school. Get out of my classroom. Notify your head of House. Take your things. I shall send messages with the appropriate time and date for your first detenion. Do not come back."

Fred shrugged and George got up. They picked up their bags and took their leave. As they passed by the desk in the back, George gave a descreet thumbs up to Lee while Fred winked. Lee sighed and sat back in his chair, glad that part of the plan was over. He quickly fixed a look of shock on his face to match the expressions of his classmates. No one had heard a Weasley twin talk like that to a teacher before, they were all in shock. Umbridge took a deep breath and said, "Open your books to chapter 15..."

Lee opened his book as he was told, and began to read without really processing what was in front of him , knowing that the next phase of the plan wouldn't begin until much later.

A/N:: Pow! Beware the Fred and George logic!
Hmmm not my fave chapter buuut...
Ah! Oh dear. I've just noticed that a Lord of the Rings referance did not occur? Shire. Well...I shall think on it...
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same deal as last chapter.
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