We're so sorry about this being late. Summer is a little hectic, with summer book reports and Algebra packets and vacations, and we're not fast writers anyway. We're also writing a new story—a submit-your-own which will be renamed "the Academy."
Oh, and a response to the Guest reviewer: 'I'mjustalinebreakerdon'tmindme' is a substitute for those lines that divide parts of the story, but we can't figure those out.
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Hermione POV:
"I know what we should do." What were we going to get done waiting around like sitting Ducks (and boy do we do anything but sit around!) Umbridge had just flattened my last nerve today with her fatty butt. We were tired of being pushed around. I had spoken with Dean and my other Muggle-born friends about it as well. If we did what I proposed, we wouldn't have to be treated like the Little Rock 9 anymore. If we did this, we could take out Voldemort.
The others looked at me with interest. I rubbed my hands together. "Umbridge isn't teaching us anything. How are we supposed to defend ourselves? And with Voldemort," I shuddered, "out there, we need a first line of defense. We need an army. With it, we can destroy the ministries way of suppressing us, and also find a way to defend ourselves from Voldemort." I stopped to survey their reactions. They were all looking at me with interest. I went on, "It is in our best interest to blow the ever-loving brains out of Umbridge's head." I cracked a sly grin.
"What are you getting at, 'Mione?" Ron said. "What if we broke some of Umbridge's rules? What if we got other people to help us break her rules?" I stated. But how? I know what I wanted, but getting people to rally? Loud banging was heard down the halls. All four of us turned our heads. A new rule was going up.
We walked over with the rest of the school. Bodies were pressed together, people talking in loud whispers. Not helping my cramp. Filch walked away, leaving us to our new form of torture.
"NO STUDENTS MAY MEET IN GROUPS OVER THREE PERSONS AT ONE TIME."
Perfect.
Annabeth POV:
It hit me. We came here to take out Voldemort. And the only thing standing between us and that was this giant, pink, ugly toad. "I know what we have to do."
My friends looked at me. "We need to rebel. We need to be like Katniss, we need to get people to follow us, and then we can take out the tyrant!" I looked at them, anxious.
Percy looked at me, "Annabeth, Katniss is a fictitious book character. She obviously cannot strut into our world and give us a hand." Percy said. "Because that's ridiculous."
Percy calmly went back to his book with people staring at him like he had just announced that he had kissed Zeus on the mouth.
"What I'm trying to say is, we need to fight Umbridge- we need to take her out. She is trying to run this place like a maximum security prison. We have to get others to join us. Demigods are powerful, but I've seen these wizards in action. We may have the upper hand in combat, but if we were to ever duel them and they have wands, we're dead before you can say Zeus. Well, apart from Percy; he has the Achilles Curse." It was true- Frumpy couldn't out run me, but I could have been dead if she wanted me that way.
The door to the room opened. The Golden Trio plus one walked in, Frumpy leading them.
"I have this idea, but we need your help." She said this with caution. "As Demigods, you have physical power. As wizards, our power is our wands and our knowledge of the magical world. Put them together, and we have a super army. We can get you numbers. You can get us numbers." She stopped to look at us.
"You want us to teach your masses how to fight physically, while you teach them to fight with spells and their minds?" Percy asked.
"Yes, that's exactly what we're saying." Harry stated. "Are you in?" Percy looked around the room. We all gave a slight nod. "For this to work, we must trust each other." Ron said. "We can't pair up and not have trust in each other."
The room was quiet. This was going to be hard. Then something unexpected happened. Out of all the people in the room, Frumpy walked over to me. Yes, me.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand, placing it on the floor before me, and bowed. Yes, Hermione bowed. At me.
She trusted me. Now it was time for me to trust her.
I reached into my belt and pulled out me knife. I placed it down at the feet of a race I do not know; I placed it at the feet of a stranger who did not know me.
I made a claw over my heart, making the gesture we hold so dear at Camp Half- Blood.
Maybe I should start calling her Hermione.
Hermione POV:
I was standing in the doorway of Umbridge's office, Annabeth next to me. She was wearing her cap of invisibility, so she couldn't be seen. The only thing we needed was a decent spell book, and that was all.
We quietly made our way to Umbridge's desk. Reaching it, I opened the desk drawer, but in the next second, I wished I hadn't.
MUDBLOODS AND THE THREAT THEY POSE
A manuscript by Dolores Jane Umbridge.
It felt like I was being punched continuously in the stomach. An invisible hand touched my shoulder, comforting.
"Ms. Granger."
I spun around, and Annabeth went flying.
"Ms. Granger, it is not polite to rummage through the belongings of others." Umbridge said in that all too sweet tone. I was frozen.
"Well, what do you have say about yourself?"
I reached back into the drawer, taking the offensive piece of literature out of it. I held it up.
She smiled in response. "My life's work, dear." She grabbed me by my collar, dragging me up to her office. I was thrown into a chair.
She stood before me. "What a shame. So bright, but-" She bent over to down to meet my eye level. "Too bad you're a mudblood."
My mouth was working again. "Oh, Professor, I think our classifications of mudbloods are polar opposites." Her smile morphed into a frown.
She slapped me across the face.
The door slammed shut. Then it reopened, and then shut again. Annabeth had seemingly walked out of the room to get something.
"Who's there?" Umbridge said. A book flew across the room, hitting her in the face.
"WHAT THE..." She was tackled. The unseen person (namely Annabeth) was screaming at the top of her lungs, yelling gibberish.
I sprung up, running to her desk while the hag was distracted. Opening the first drawer, I pulled out four banned books, and threw them and Umbridge's 'life's work' into the fire, turning my pain into ash and leaving nothing.
Harry POV:
"Hermione, what happened to your face?" I asked, as she dumped the needed books on the floor.
A bruise was swelling her right eye shut. Ron ran over to her with a wash cloth.
"I went to give toad a hug." Annabeth said as she took off her hat.
My stomach sank. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. I have the books." She held up a volume. A note fell out.
I picked it up. It was a letter from the minister to Umbridge. It was about Dumbledore.
The note said all sorts of terrible things about him. How Dumbledore wanted to take the Minister's job (which wasn't true, of course), and how the Minister wanted to sack him- and, finally, how he wanted Umbridge to take Dumbledore's place.
"We need to focus. When can we rally the troops?" I asked Percy.
"Whenever you're ready to."
Hermione turned to us. "Meet me in the Hogs Head during the trip to Hogsmead. I'll have 30 students with me."
"Wonderful. Now the only thing we have to do is wait."
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A few days later:
Still Harry POV:
I was sitting in a room full of students that saw the light. They all looked at me, and I stared right back.
Hermione stood next to my chair, and called everyone to attention. "We are here because we need a real teacher. We need experience. We are here because we need to stand up for ourselves. This is the first step to doing just that." Hermione stopped. "These people," she gestured to the Demigods, "Will help us fight, and Harry will lead us." Having been talked to already about this, I wasn't surprised.
"Just be warned: this isn't going to be easy, and it's not going to be safe. Once you sign up, there's no going back."
I expected them all to get up and leave, to be scared off, but none the less, they got up one by one and wrote their name on the piece of parchment on the table. Every one of them,
Starting with Neville Longbottom.
A/N- Hi everyone! It's Duck 2 here and I wrote this chapter. So what do you think? We're sorry about the frequent POV changes- we'll try to stop that.
So, I finally got a computer. It's awesome. (And it has built in Virus protection software, so I won't get hacked again.) Sorry for taking so long, it's been busy around here. So read and review!
AN: Hi guys, Duck 1 here, and I'm in Scotland right now, visiting my Grandmother. It'll be a little harder to stay in contact, but we assure you: the chapters will get done. So, you'll get more Nico action in the next chapter (hopefully), and some DA scenes as well.
Random story of the day- So, I was carrying my double bass to the bus the school orchestra had rented, and the top part caught a branch on a tree. I went flying backwards, the bass hitting me in the face. The only thing I could think was, "BIILBO!" (My bass's name.) Thankfully, Bilbo and I were fine.
-Duck 2