Heyy… so… because the last chapter was mostly from the book and probably quite boring, I decided to put some extra effort in and get another one up today, and my effort paid off

Just a short chapter here, but it is quite important

Thanks to: Sam for reviewing

Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter, would I be writing Fanfiction? But I do own Mia

So, this chapter takes place between the meeting in the Hog's Head and Dumbledore's Army's first meeting…

Chapter 6: Realization

The following Monday, Mia, Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George stood in front of the Gryffindor notice bored, moody expressions on their faces. Other kids were milling around them as well, looking at the massive sign.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" Katie came up behind them.

"That!" Mia muttered, jerking her head at the sign.

BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS

All student organisations, societies, teams, groups and clubs are henceforth disbanded.

An organisation, society, team, group or club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students.

Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).

No student organisation, society, team, group or club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.

Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an organisation, 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.

Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor

"What?" Katie hissed.

"Someone told her," George said, shaking his head.

"Who d'ya reckon it was?" Angelina asked.

"Could've been anyone," Alicia replied.

"Bet it was that Zachary Smith," Fred said darkly.

"Zacharias Smith, Fred, but you're right. That would be the best guess," Mia said, crossing her arms. Suddenly, Angelina gasped.

"What?" they all said at the same time.

"Quidditch!" she breathed.

"What about it?"

"The Gryffindor Quidditch team! We're going to have to go ask her to re-form!" Angelina complained. Fred, George, Alicia and Katie all looked at each other.

"Well, good luck with that," Mia told them solemnly.

"I think I'm going to go find Harry. Tell him not to get any more detentions or we definitely won't be able to play anymore. The first match is next month as well!" Angelina started muttering as she walked away. Alicia and Katie glanced at each other before following her.

Ginny came out of the crowd of milling students. "What are we going to do?" she asked, looking up at them.

"We'll go find Harry. Ask him about it… I'm sure he's seen it already," Mia said.

"Right," Ginny nodded.

When they were half way across the Entrance Hall, they were joined by Neville and Dean Thomas, both of whom looked anxious. "We're going to find Harry," Dean said.

"Us too," Mia replied. When they got to the Great Hall, they all looked over to the Gryffindor table, where they were relived to find Harry sitting down with Ron and Hermione. They all hurried over to the table and sat down around the three.

"Did you see it?" Ginny asked.

"D'you reckon she knows?" Neville said.

"What are we going to do?" Dean enquired.

"We're going to do it anyway of course," Harry replied in a low voice, and Mia grinned.

"Knew you'd say that," George said.

"The prefects as well?" Fred asked, looking over to Ron and Hermione.

"Of course," Hermione replied evenly.

"Here come Ernie and Hannah Abbott," Ron said, peering down the table, "And those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith- and no one looks very spotty."

"What?" Mia asked, but no one answer her, and Hermione started throwing her arms around wildly.

"Never mind spots, the idiots can't come over here now, it'll look really suspicious- sit down! Later! We'll. Talk. To. You. Later!" hesitating, Hannah and Ernie turned around and went back to the Hufflepuff table.

"I'll tell Michael! The fool, honestly!" Ginny stood up and went over to the Ravenclaw table.

Mia looked up to the staff table, and saw Umbridge watching them with an evil smile set on her face. She went into a fit of fake coughing to disguise slapping Fred, who was next to her, and nodding at Umbridge. Everyone suddenly got into a very deep, very interesting conversation about what they might have for dinner that evening.

Unfortunately for them, George, Mia and Fred had Umbridge first thing. They sat down in their normal seats and pulled out their text books. Umbridge stood up and walked around her desk. "Good morning, class," she said, in her sweet, girly voice.

"Good morning Professor Umbridge," the class chanted back, dully.

"Could you please," Umbridge smiled, "turn to chapter five and make notes as you read" she sat back down as everyone slowly opened their books, flicking through a page at a time until they got to chapter five. Mia read slowly through the theory of jinxes and counter-jinxes. She was sucking lightly on the end on a Sugar Quill and gazed at the page, letting the words turn to fuzzy black lines as her eyes unfocused. Unfortunately, Umbridge seemed to notice.

"Miss Homing." Mia snapped her head up, bringing the Sugar Quill out of her mouth.

"Yes?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," she corrected her.

"Yes, Professor Umbridge?" Mia replied.

"May I ask as to why you are not writing any notes?"

"Um…"

"Please, you can tell me the truth. That is a Sugar Quill, isn't I dear?"

"Um…"

"Yes, I believe it is… May I have it?" Umbridge walked over to her and held out her hand. Mia glared at her for a moment before handing over the Quill. "Thank you, dear. Now, please take notes, they may help you with revision for your NEWTs," she smiled, again, and walked away. Mia slammed her foot into George's as he started to laugh.

At the end of the lesson, Umbridge insisted on checking over everyone's notes. After seeming to take for ever to decide that Mia had not done enough notes, therefore needed to do an extra essay on the theory of Jinxes, Mia stormed out of the room. "One of these days," she hissed, "oho, one of these days. She. Is. Going. To. Make. Me. Snap!"

That evening, Angelina pulled Mia away from Fred and George half way through dinner. "What? Why?" Mia complained as she was dragged away from the Gryffindor table… and her steak and kidney pie.

"Do you knowhow much homework you've left to the last minute?" Angelina replied, Mia shook her head, "lots! And this is the last minute!" Mia rolled her eyes, but followed Angelina up to the common room, where she had stacked up all her homework up on a table. She was right- there was a lot of homework.

"Effing hell!" Mia muttered.

"Told ya!" Mia looked at all the homework for a minute, before slumping into a chair and picking up the first piece- an essay for Potions. When she was about half way through her second Defence Against the Dark Arts essay, Katie and Alicia joined them, pulling out homework of their own.

"Where're Fred and George?" Mia asked, looking around the common room, hoping someone would come and save her.

"I saw them with a bunch of first years about fifteen minutes ago," Katie shrugged.

"Damn!" Mia mutter, dotting an 'I'.

Eventually, Fred and George did come into the common room, sitting down with the three Chasers and Mia.

"Hello, ladies," Fred said.

"Hi," Mia muttered, moving onto her Herbology essay.

"Awwww, why sounding so depressed, Mia?" Fred asked. Mia rolled her eyes and looked up.

"Do you not see the mountain of homework in front of me?" she asked, gesturing to the 'mountain of homework'.

"You know what?" Fred asked, "I miss the days when you didn't care about homework at all and used to sneak around the castle with us every night."

"Yeah, I miss those days too," Mia replied, scratching down a few words, "I also miss the days when I didn't have NEWTs and a possible future collapse to worry about."

"Mia, you have a whole year!" Fred said.

"I don't care! I am going to get these NEWTs and I am going to get enough to get to St Mungo's!" she crossed out a word and respell it. Fred opened his mouth again, but Angelina sent him a look and he fell silent.

At about half ten, she finished her last essay- for Transfiguration- and sighed, piling the pieces of parchment on top of each other and throwing her quill down. "Done! Finally!" she kicked her feet up onto the arm of the sofa, and leaned against George, fiddling with her necklace, listening into the conversation that had started while she was still doing her homework.

"-Us reform!" Angelina was complaining.

"What's this?" Mia asked as George's arm went around her waist.

"Quidditch team," Katie said, miserably.

"Oh, right. Why don't you ask McGonagall or somethin'?" Mia suggested. Angelina suddenly looked up at her.

"That's actually a really good idea!"

"…Why do you sound so surprised?" Mia asked. Angelina's eyes flicked for a second, then she cracked a grin.

"I'm only joking. But, really, why didn't I think of that? I'll do it tomorrow… right after I wake up!"

"There you go then," Mia said, smiling.

The conversation turned to the Quidditch League, and slowly, Mia felt her eyes getting heavier. When George next looked down at her, her eyes were closed and her hand was now lying limply over the little rose. Angelina seemed to notice too, because she said, "Last to bed wakes her up." and, to make sure it wasn't her, she went to bed a second after she said that.

Subconsciously, George started running his fingers through her hair, glancing down at her every few minutes. When Katie went up to bed, she shifted and her hand fell down to her side. The common room was dark, and he could really only see her face because of the fire and few lamps still alight around the room. Slowly, his eyebrows knitted together, and he brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. Across from him, Fred and Alicia were still talking about the Quidditch League, but he couldn't really hear them.

Because at that moment, George Weasley realized something.

So… what has George just realized?

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