...Then Who is He?
Chapter 3
I don't own Harry Potter
After DADA, I scarfed down lunch and ran back to the common room, planning to begin plotting my revenge against Umbridge.
...
By the end of my free period I had a plan and three letters sent.
"So, what's the plan?" Ron asked eagerly on our way to Herbology.
"It's not set yet, I'm waiting for a few letters and supplies. But remember that swamp the twins made when they left?"
Ron nodded, his excitement waning when I mentioned the prank, thinking he was in for a repeat performance.
"It's going to be better than that," I said, grinning widely.
Ron looked at me for a minute. "You look so much like Uncle Padfoot right now," he said, "I knew there was a reason I'm friends with you," he grinned, throwing his arm over my shoulder.
I grinned back at him and pulled out a Galleon. "Good, the plan starts tonight."
