Harry Potter and Big Sister

Chapter 12: A Glimpse of Power

Beta Read by: Rosamanelle

After the initial surprise of their first official meeting, finally, Dumbledore's Army began to do what they're supposed to do; practice real Defense Against the Dark Arts spells without restrictions placed upon them by the paranoid and inept Ministry of Magic.

But, much to their dismay, instead of taking the stage herself, Aisha decided to let their newly appointed leader, Harry, do the teaching, and to even more disappointment of some members, the first spell he brought up was the Disarming charm.

"Why're we wasting time practising this basic, boring spell that even second years know how to use? Aren't we going to learn something new?" Zacharias Smith grumbled contemptuously, glaring at Harry, as if daring him to give him a good reason to practice it.

Before Harry could answer, Aisha, who was leaning on the wall next to the entrance, her staff resting on her shoulder, brought up her hand, gesturing her finger toward the Hufflepuff boy rather lazily, a red bolt of light shooting out from her fingertip like a bullet, striking the boy squarely in the side. He yelped with surprise, his wand flying from his grip, curving mid-air and landing in the outstretched, waiting palm of their purple haired teacher.

Aisha spoke while spinning Smith's wand in her hand, not paying much attention to it, looking at the group of slack-jawed students standing next to her, speaking coldly. "Hold your tongue until you can do your so-called 'boring spell' like this, kids. As long as your Wizarding kind needs to rely on a wand to do things, this spell will always be useful." She then glared at the boy, who quickly avoided eye contact, before tossing the wand back to its owner who let it fall because he wasn't looking in her direction.

"Er, Professor Aisha…" Cho asked curiously. "I've wanted to ask you this since the beginning of the semester, but… how can you cast a spell without using a wand at all? Especially when you do also do silent casting, how is that even possible in the first place?"

"And then there's how you apparated in here!" Lee Jordan added excitedly. "There's a ward around Hogwarts preventing such actions… else escaping from Filch after pranking would've been much easier." He sighed, the Weasly twins giving him a nod of approval before Lee continued his rant, pointing his finger in a rather comical pose at Aisha "Yet, you… well, it doesn't look like one, but the point is still the same, instant transportation in Hogwarts shouldn't be possible, how can you manage that? You should teach us, O great one! I swear that I'll do anything for you! Professor, for the glory of the great pranksters of Hogwarts, you should help us!"

The entire room erupted into laughter once the three pranksters of Gryffindor simultaneously got on their knees and bowed at Aisha continuously in a comical manner. Even Aisha herself couldn't help but chuckle a bit before she snapped her fingers, somehow producing a loud booming sound that shut them all up instantly.

The diminutive professor glared at the students with an all-so-familiar, chillingly cold gaze that she always used in class whenever someone was trying to stir up trouble, a gaze that could stop even the Weasly twins in their tracks since the day they tried to replace her staff with a fake one, during their first class with her no less!

Silence reigned for a few moments as the students cowered under her glare, giving her time to contemplate what to do next. Upon arriving at the solution, she shifted slightly, speaking in a nonchalant manner as if what they asked was nothing special. "Aren't your Hose Elves able to teleport around this castle without the restriction of the ward?"

Her question rang true as Dumbledore's Army's eyes widened in realization, leading Fred and George to literally facepalm, moaning mockingly. "Why didn't we think of asking them to teach us earlier?! George! I feel like an idiot now!"

"I sure do… Fred!"

The sound of clapping coming from Aisha garnered their attention, before she shot them an armor-piercing question. "As for the wandless or voiceless magic, tell me, have you ever cast… in your terms, 'accidental magic,' during your childhood?"

The students looked at each other before facing Aisha and nodding, prompting her to continue, beginning to walk in circles in front of them. "And you then learn from an adult, be it your family or an official from Hogwarts, telling you when you turn eleven that in order to cast a spell properly, you need a wand and proper training by the school or any Wizarding member, correct?"

They nodded again, so Aisha shot them a million pound, sterling question. "So, what about me, who is an orphan, and never made contact with your kind until now? How did I learn to handle my own magic? I definitely never received any invitations to a magic school like you kids… ever…"

Seeing that the kids looked at each other as if to find someone to answer her question, Aisha said, "To put it simply, there's a saying in my homeland. 'Life finds a way.' If one path isn't possible, then we seek the other path. Same goes with magic practice."

What the students interpreted from her words was, since she didn't have a wand available where she came from and never had the proper education from a school, she had to make due with whatever she had at the time, even if it means learning to cast spells without a wand, without noise, since she never learned the name of the spell in the first place, and thus they settled with her explanation.

When she saw the lack of doubt on their face, Aisha clapped her hands once more and said, "Now, enough about my story as a kid, now it's time for you kids to practice and experiment with the real thing, isn't it?" She turned towards Harry, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Speaking of which, what's going to happen if the target didn't have a weapon in their hands when this… 'disarming charm' hit?"

Harry blinked a few times, as he never questioned what was to happen ever before, and to be honest, he's also curious as well. Turning to his sister, he asked, "Should we try that out, Si… Professor?" He quickly corrected himself before he accidentally spilled another secret for the others to know, which would guaranteed lead to more undesired questions.

Aisha simply nodded and showed her hands, indicating that she had no weapon. "Go ahead… Mr. Potter."

As on cue, Harry pointed his wand at his sister before a red bolt of light surged forward as he uttered a single word. "Expelliarmus!"

Aisha held out her hand to intercept the offending spell, the bolt striking true on her gloved hand, forcing her hand to jerk slightly. Blinking in surprise, Aisha brought her hand up to examine it before frowning slightly, seeing that nothing's wrong with it at all, while the rest of the students just shrugged, as if it's obvious that they call it the disarming charm for a reason, but none have the guts to tell that to their Professor.

Noticing the atmosphere, Aisha clapped loudly, waking all the members from their own thoughts. "So, if your opponent can do wandless casting, this spell will become useless, is it?"

Everyone was silent at her words, looking at each other before nodding in agreement, listening when Aisha continued. "Well, just remember that if you happen to fight something that doesn't have a removable weapon, okay? Now, go practice it… We can learn other spells another time."

And so, she tells them to start practicing, which isn't followed until Harry decides to repeat her words. A small, dark satisfaction crept into his mind even though he doesn't want it, as he feels that he's given some respect that even his sister cannot achieve.

The sound of the Disarming Charm incantation filled the air inside the Room of Requirement for the next minutes, while the Professor contented herself with watching them closely, intervening only when one of them is doing it incorrectly, when wands threaten to stab someone's eye, or a stray shot makes a book fly off from the shelves like a bullet, heading towards an unsuspecting student. During the chaos that's practice, this happened surprisingly so many times that it's hard to believe that it happened in the span of a few minutes!

Harry, who's not so much as trying to practice as overseeing his friends and staring in horror at the scene playing out, saw all of Aisha's actions, and it amazing how she can casually intercept any danger this pseudo-class threw around the room, like levitating a pillow cushion for Neville, who's about to bang his head on the floor after getting thrown back by a Disarming Charm backfire on one side of the room, while watching everyone else, and intercepting his spell that would've sent a table flying into Dean's head from behind with another levitating pillow. Her multitasking and ability to keep tab of what's going on around her was astounding!

Then a thought hit him, this's going to be a dangerous way to do class, so he quickly scanned the room for any possible equipment, luckily, the magical room acknowledged his plea, a whistle appearing in his hands. He blew it as loudly as he could, stopping everyone.

"Alright…" He began loudly, as everyone's attention is on him. "We should calm down a little… Let me think…" He then came up with his decision. "We should practice in pairs, go partner up."

And so, the next five minutes was wasted in an attempt to pair off capable people who can use the Disarming Charm with ease with some of the more troubled students to help teach them. Although it was tiresome, the results was satisfying as all the accidents ceased, and Harry can simply stroll around the room giving advice to some that still don't quite get it.

During that time, he passed right next to Aisha, who quickly took note of his twitching hand… the hand that held the accursed pen owned by Umbridge, carving scars onto his skin, but didn't say anything, instead opting to narrow her eyes with suspicion in his direction, the suspicious gaze going undetected by Harry.

An hour later, Harry decided that it was time for them to return to their dorms. Blowing the whistle again, he applauded everyone for their efforts before dismissing them, watching the Marauder Map as he sent out the students in pairs every now and then, making sure that it doesn't look suspicious, or have someone, particularly Umbridge or Filch (It was also extended to Slytherin, since none considered joining this particular class), find out why so many students suddenly chose to enjoy the view on the seventh floor so far from their respective common room just before curfew.

After another painstakingly long send-off (Cho went out last, but not before giving Harry some encouraging words), the only ones left in the room was Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Aisha, his friends in awe at the apparent success of their newly formed Dumbledore's Army's first lesson, which, when he thinks about it, might really count as a success, as everyone left with a better understanding of the Expelliarmus charm than when the class began.

"You see, Harry, this's a major success thanks to you!" Hermione exclaimed, seeming to forget that she is currently in the presence of another teacher, luckily Aisha isn't that strict when it comes to the Dumbledore's Army classes (Though it was just their first meeting, so he's not quite sure anyway) and she just gave Harry a rare, small smile of approval instead of scolding the genius girl of fifth year Gryffindor.

Of course, even if Hermione forgot that Aisha is still standing there, it's no brainer that the redheaded Weasley will rush to Harry's side, he smacked him on the shoulder while giving him a thumbs up. "That was brilliant, mate! Now we can actually have a proper spell practice session."

"Still…" Hermione suddenly realized that Aisha was still there and quickly apologized. "Sorry for our rudeness, Professor… I thought you had left."

Aisha chuckled at the girl before waving her hand dismissively. "I don't mind, as long as you refrain from doing so in front of other students, you can't slip up while that Toad lady is around… Especially after this illegal meeting, right?"

Seeing them nod their head in agreement, she moved onto the next topic, which she refrained from discussing for a better part of the meeting, by turning towards Harry, holding out her hand and commanding him in a demanding voice. "Now, hold out your hand, Mr. Potter!"

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he stared into the violet orbs of his sister, neither of them budging from their spot, but Harry was beginning to lose the staring contest, due to the fact that he hid something he should not have kept secret from her, giving him a reason to fear her piercing gaze. His hand, which was fidgeting in his pocket, will also make the situation worse should Aisha catch sight of it, not knowing that she already suspected something.

At his side, both Ron and Hermione looked at the exchange and reactions of both parties in confusion, not knowing what Aisha had in mind, so Hermione asked her, being quite blunt and straight to the point. "What do you mean by holding out his hand, Miss Aisha?"

Aisha did not spare a glance at Hermione; instead she still glared at Harry while explaining plainly. "It means just what you heard me say, I asked Mr. Potter to show me his hand."

Now that she repeated her request, everyone notice that the familiarity and affection in Aisha's voice was already gone, leaving only a dead serious undertone denoted by how she called Harry 'Mr. Potter' instead of his name despite not being in class, making them even more nervous.

Harry hesitated a bit while he averted his gaze, avoiding the questioning gaze Aisha sent him, only serving to irritate his sister even more as she finally set things straight. "Kid! What's that reaction? I just thought that I saw your hand rimmed with red, like it was hit by something, so I'm going to check your injury!"

The boy gasped in surprise, his mind trying to contemplate how his sister knew about that, but one part of his mind, for lack of better description, the 'heroic self-dependent syndrome' inflicted part, compelled him to try and dismiss this accusation immediately, as he quickly composed himself and shrugged "I don't know what you're talking about, Sis, but I'm perfectly fine…"

But it seemed his act wasn't very convincing, as Aisha narrowed her eyes like angry cat, before calmly stating facts that he cannot refuse "Then why are your hands shaking? Why did you change your posture after I asked you?"

Aisha took a step closer, and unfortunately for Harry, his back is already against the wall, leaving him no room to evade her as she leaned forward, pointing her finger at his nose and growling "Do you think that the only duty in war is fighting on the battlefields, kid? There're prisoners, convicts, and criminals who took advantage of the chaos in towns, and it was my duty, when not risking my life on the front line, to see to it that they did not get away with what they've done. Nearly all of them tried to lie one way or another, after a dozen or so cases, do you really think I cannot catch on that you're hiding something from me?"

Instinctively, Harry brought up his hands, waving them in front of him as if to deny her claims, yet that was exactly what Aisha's waiting for. In a blink of an eye, before he uttered a single word to go with the act, she quickly snatched his right hand where the red lines were located, and pull it closer to inspect.

Harry tried to resist, but of course, the key word was being 'tried', as Aisha's strength overwhelmed him in that instant. Despite being smaller, she somehow managed to pull him in with an incredible strength and get a good look at the word-shaped scars on the back of his hand.

His misfortune was not over, as his sis's act also let his friends get a good look at the scar as well. Hermione's hand covered her mouth, eyes wide with shock, while Ron looked like he got smacked by a club, trying and failing to form coherent words.

It was Aisha who finally broke this stalemate with a question. "So, what's this? I recognize your handwriting, but since it's on your writing hand, I doubt that you're the one who inflicted it…" She looked inquisitively directly into his emerald eyes (It must be his imagination, but Harry swore he saw her eyes flash for a brief second that moment!), making it clear that she won't be satisfied until he told the truth.

So that's what he did. To his friends' horror, he recalled every detail during his encounter with Umbridge in her office for the so-called 'detention' right down to the torture she gave him to force the answer out... the answer that he did not give out of loyalty to his friends.

Once he finished, Aisha's lips turned into a frown, and before he could react, her fist came down on his head… hard... hard enough that he began to see stars floating around while Aisha was busy scolding him, her arms crossed "Seriously kid, there's a line where you should stop pretending that you can handle it and ask others for help! And this is the example of said line!"

"I didn't want you to have any more troubles, what with that Toad already puts you through, Sis…" Harry mumbled, trying to reason with her while still clutching his head.

But the diminutive Professor would have none of his excuses; she grabbed his shoulder hard enough to make him wince before growling at him threateningly. "I may be your Sister, but I'm also a teacher in this school, kid! Even if I'm restricted by that woman and those guy in the Ivory tower called the Ministry, that doesn't mean I won't be able to help you at all. Help doesn't always mean I have to put myself in danger or place my position in this school on the line!"

She paused, breathing loudly while her head hung a bit, as if trying to calm herself down, before speaking in a more… professional manner. "By the way, what was that thing she forced you to write with? Was it an Enchanted Quill?"

"No, Professor…" Hermione seemed to finally regain her ability to speak after hearing that horrific story Harry told, explaining quickly. "That's likely a Blood Quill… a Dark magic item…"

"A Blood Quill…?" Aisha muttered with mild interest, a plan forming in her head that will force Umbridge off her back and Harry's to the lesser extent. A smile crept up on her lips, fading away as soon as it appeared, before she drew her hands back from Harry's shoulder. "It seems we can use this to our advantage…"

"What is it, Sis?" Harry asks while rubbing the sides of his shoulder where she grabbed him a moment before, there's still pain as if a bone or two has been dislocated. "…I don't see how can this be an advantage, you can't oppose her without getting fired, and the Ministry won't give in to any demands from Dumbledore anymore!"

His sister winked and replied mischievously. "Ah, but I can't tell you…" She paused a bit as she remembered something important, before speaking again with a serious tone. "Say, Harry, you don't happen to know the next time and place where this so-called 'detention' will be held, do you?"

Seeing her eyes gleam with expectation, Harry shuddered a little, before telling her everything…

A few days later, with another 'detention' looming around the corner, Harry Potter slowly descend down from the Fat Lady's portrait in front of the Gryffindor common room toward his certain pain at Umbridge's office… which ironically, was located on the second floor, in what should be Aisha's personal quarters like other past Professors in this subject (He believe that Umbridge or Fudge must have a hand in that, as Aisha had to use the room on third floor instead).

Thinking back, it took considerable effort on his part to convince both Ron and Hermione not to come along with him to the detention, as it won't do them any good, besides alarming Umbridge to not do any illegal punishment in front of them and erase their memories, or try to expel them out at worst. Hermione seem to understand fast and backed down, while Ron took a whack on the head by the bushy-haired brunette to get the message.

Dressed in his usual school uniform, Harry sighed to himself while walking along, the line of torches littered the wall in place of sunlight from the windows that has long gone away since after dinner, which was, he had to admit, quite unusual, as Aisha opted to come down to eat with everyone in the main hall instead of in her quarters, surprising a great deal of students and Umbridge.

Harry's sure that it's not a coincidence and that it has to do with his detention after dinner, even though he hasn't quite figured out how it'll impact his predicament, but he decided to trust his elder sister. If not because of her confident smirk when he told her about his 'detention' schedule during their first ever Dumbledore's Army meeting, then it's because so far, his sister never lied to him before, and he doubted that she ever will, especially when she kept her promise about the 'official' defense class…

That Monday, all fifth year students were surprised when Aisha held her class in the long-forgotten classroom instead of the castle grounds, as if she had taken her cue from the complaints students were exchanging behind her back. Not that they cared, though, they were finally rid of the accursed exhausting class, nothing could be better than that.

But once the class formally started, all opinions changed instantly, as now Aisha decided to drill them through basic multitasking by having them solve problems from different subjects – both muggle and magic alike – randomly, while trying to avoid enchanted tennis balls she threw at them via her wandless and voicelss magic, students being forced to stay in their seats the entire time!

At first, some of them, mainly Malfoy and Slytherin, scoffed at the idea of solving 'muggle problems,' but were promptly shut up by a stern glare from Aisha, paving the way for her to lecture them on how this is 'tame' compared to what it's really like in real combat situations, where they must keep track of multiple events going on around them at all times and process that information to decide your next move, plans, and whatnot, getting whatever you can out of the fight as fast as possible, else they'd be injured, crippled, or even killed with one wrong move.

As for the 'avoid the ball without getting out of their seat' part, she reasoned that not all fights take place on open ground, and thus they must learn how to work with limited and confined spaces, as well as trying to get creative with what they have at hand.

Of course, someone else rose to challenge her. Dolores Umbridge, who attended her class to 'observe and evaluate' this questionable teacher had the gall to call her out on it, stating that there's no way all the children are going to be exposed to that kind of situation, despite Aisha telling Umbridge her reasoning since their first class! Knowing that the Toad lady probably knew this but chose to ignore it, the diminutive Professor came up with a new reason, which is also undeniable. "Even if such situation never arises, they will still able to use such skills in many situations in everyday life, such as during accidents, where quick thinking and keeping calm may result in more lives being saved, or if they were caught in it, survival…"

Umbridge tried to retort, but found herself unable to come up with any reasons. To say that the danger of Death Eaters or Voldemort will never come to be is one thing, but to deny that no one will ever be caught in an accident is statistically impossible, so she gritted her teeth in frustration before storming out of the class room without saying anything to Aisha at all.

Once all who complained got beaten to the ground by logic and facts, the brutal training session began as the students struggled to avoid the ball in their seats, while paying attention to the questions Aisha asked them. Sure, the balls didn't hurt much, but getting hit meant one House Point vanished from their House's scoreboard, and dodging those balls turned out to be harder than it looked when said balls can turn, zigzag, and reverse to try for another pass on the student who thought they got off the hook once the ball grazed past them. It became absolutely hellish! The only saving grace of the whole ordeal was that Aisha seemed content with only eight balls zipping around the class, two aimed for each House and only at whomever she's asking to answer her question and no one else.

After that class was over, over half of the students who attended continued to grumble about how many points they lost well into the next class of that day and dinner, despite no one getting hurt more than a small bruise here and there that's guaranteed to disappear tomorrow…

Harry stopped his thoughts about the day upon reaching his destination. Knocking on the door of Umbridge's chamber, he glanced around, only to sigh in resignation when there's nothing unusual in sight.

The door swung open, revealing a certain Toad Lady in an ugly pink dress, who seems to take delight in his expression. "Oh… Mr. Potter, it seem you're right on time, just as I instructed you to be. Maybe we have hope of you become a model citizen of the Wizarding World after all…"

She giggled at her last words, which only served to annoy Harry even more, but he kept his mouth shut while thinking of the horrible fate that must befell her once she went to hell for her crimes (despite the fact that he's not sure if she believes in Christianity at all).

Sitting down in his seat, Harry look impassively at the blank parchment that lay before him while Umbridge rummaged through the shelves behind her desk to fetch a Blood Quill, thinking again about what his sister was thinking, and what he was thinking, piling his problems on her shoulders again…

But since his musings were silent, Umbridge still continued with her routine of torturing Harry when she found her instrument of trade and placed it next to him, grinning like a shark "Now, Mr. Potter, I think you've grown enough to know what to do after your first Detention, right? So please continue until I tell you to stop…"

Seeing no way out, Harry grabbed the Blood Quill and began writing with it, a sharp pain in the back of his writing hand heating up as the words he wrote on the parchment inscribed itself onto his hand, sucking blood to use as ink like the last time he used the Bloody Quill.

Repeatedly he wrote 'I must not tell lies' and repeatedly the wound in the same shape as what he wrote was cut opened and closed, the scar slowly becominh more visible on his skin as a thin red line the more he continued, until his hand felt numb from all the pain, dulling his sense of time half an hour later. It was then that an interruption came in the form of someone forcibly opening the door, slamming it against the wall, rapid footstep following.

The first thing he saw when he looked up was the smile on that ugly face of Umbridge vanishing, replaced by one of shock, fear emitted from her eyes like a child getting caught during an act of mischief, leaving no room to find an excuse or conceal the evidence to escape from judgment.

Looking back to see what Umbridge just saw, Harry's heart skipped, for behind him was a woman in witch robes whom he only met once during the trial in August, her face showing confusion with the scene before her. Behind her came two more adult wizards, one of which he identified as the dark skinned Auror and member of the Orders, Kingsley Shacklebolt, whose did little to hide his anger at the Toad lady, but stood still as he's currently in the presence of his superior.

The leading woman, Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Enforcement, who stood a few steps behind him, looked at him, his hand, the scar, and the Blood Quill and the parchment. He saw the woman's face turn into a frown after connecting the dots together, before glaring at the shorter Toad Lady who quickly stood up to welcome the newcomer as if nothing ever happened.

"H… Good evening, Madam Bones, I did not expect you to come here at this hour, what…"

Madam Bones cut her talk short with her own questions. "Dolores Umbridge, what is the meaning of this? You're using a Dark Artifact on a student of Hogwarts? Are you not aware of our laws, despite being the one tasked to enforce them?"

Umbridge's face paled, turning white as chalk as she tried to come up with an excuse, babbling hurriedly and in a panic due to knowing how much trouble she is in right now. "B… But, Mr. Potter must be punished for spreading lies and false information that could threaten the Ministry, everything is justified for the greater good of our society! You should see it, Madam…"

The reason Umbridge seemed to act unlike her usual calm smugness isn't that surprising, considering that Madam Bones is a 'strict-to-the-law' authority figure who will not tolerate blatant law-breaking right before her eyes, cannot be bribed, and does not believes in rumors and tabloid unless she has hard evidence presented to her. It's impossible to win.

Not to mention that torture and interrogation like what she subjected on Harry here is also illegal. If Harry had a chance to speak more, then she'll be in such big trouble that even Fudge will have a hard time bailing her out!

Her claims and excuses fall on deaf ears as Madam Bones points at the quill in Harry's hand and spoke with finality in her tone. "That cannot justify using Dark Artifact on a student, Madam Umbridge, or torture for the purpose of interrogation for that matter! You'll be taken into custody for questioning and charged with possessing forbidden Dark Artifacts and suspected illegal usage. Please cooperate… Mr. Shacklebolt, confiscate the evidence…"

At these words, Kingsley stepped up, sparing Harry a wink before returning to his stoic, professional look, plucking the Blood Quill out of Harry's hand, along with parchment to be used as evidence against the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts.

Umbridge slumped down in her chair, how could she be caught red-handed like this? It doesn't make any sense, why would a workaholic like Madam Bones spare time to visit Hogwarts, and at this hour?! But still, she has to try one last time, trying to get herself off the hook. As Kingsley passed the objects to Madam Bones, she pointed accusingly at Harry. "The Blood Quill is not mine! It's…"

Unbelievable, the woman still had a gall to find a way out by blaming the possession of that thing on him! Harry gritted his teeth with anger before retorting back. "I'm not masochist, Madam Umbridge… Do you think I'd do this, had it not because of your orders as a senior undersecretary to the Minister of Magic and High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, on the penalty of being expelled from this school?" He recited her title and authority – which she used to forced him into this unjust punishment – word-for-word while showing the scar on his hand for her to see, supressing a smirk at the sight of Toad Lady's face, her expression being something to behold.

It was then that an idea hit him. Not wasting any time, he adjusted his glasses promptly speaking to Madam Bones. "There're other students, and Mr. Filch, who check every student who went out to Hogsmeade for illegal items. They can testify that I did not bring something like this into the school grounds."

Although Harry doubted that Filch would vouch for him if it came down to that, the point still stood that he didn't find anything like a Blood Quill on him, nor any other illegal objects for that matter, and if he lied just for a bitter revenge against those who can wield magic… Well, he'll just take a quick trip to prison when it's found out later, as long as someone like Madam Bones still in a position of law enforcement, that is…

Seeing that the Blood Quill cannot belong to Potter, Madam Bones nodded before order another Auror to pull up Umbridge and walk towards the exit, but not before turning back to Harry and Kingsley who are still standing at the desk. "Mr. Potter, we may require your testimony about what… happened here, later… We'll inform you via Owlpost…" She paused a little "…Now, you should go to infirmary and have… Madam Pomfrey, if I'm not mistaken, treat your wound. Kingsley, would you mind escorting him there?"

The black Auror merely shook his head with an emotionless mask plastered on his face. But that was apparently enough, as the Head of Magical Law Enforcement left the room for good along with Umbridge and an Auror in tow in order to detain her somewhere else in the castle, due to the fact that the Ministry office was already closed for tonight, thus they have to wait until tomorrow to bring Umbridge there for further questioning and placing charges upon her.

The two left behind were silent for a whole minute. Until neither Madam Bones nor Umbridge showed any sign of coming back soon, they decide to follow Madam Bones' instructions. While walking toward the Infirmary in the now empty hallway – it was already late at night – Harry looked up at Kingsley before asking in a more familiar tone, seeing that he's on Dumbledore's side. "Why did you and Madam Bones come to visit the castle at this hour, Mr. Kingsley?"

Kingsley glanced warily around the hallway before answering his question after it was clear that only suits of armor were eavesdropping on them. "This's an unexpected schedule to me as well as to you, Harry. We were informed just mere minutes before coming here that our High Inquisitor is overstepping her bound…" He let out a chuckle, albeit a little bit forced; his eyes were not laughing at all, nor his following words. "… and thanks to Madam Bones already having planned to visit Hogwarts tomorrow, she decided that we should come early… and so, here we are…"

The Auror's face darkened a little upon glancing at Harry "Well, I cannot say I didn't see this coming, but to think that she'll go so far as to torturing students to get information or forcing discipline, speaking of which, how are you?"

"I'm… fine…" Harry replies while rubbing his scarred hand "She only forced me to write with that Quill and nothing else…"

Kingsley nodded before speaking again, this time he was scolding Harry. "That's good, but the next time any of the Ministry Officials overseeing this school try something like this again, you should report this kind of activity to any of our teachers immediately, not keeping it to yourself."

"What?" Harry exclaimed out of disbelief, seemingly more shocked at the fact that there will be someone taking Umbridge's place than angry with Kingsley suggesting him to put the burden on someone else. "You're saying that there will be more of this Umbridge coming to this school?"

Now the Auror look really alarmed, he glanced around once more before answering him with nothing more than a whisper "Of course, the Decree practically forced the school to have one, and Fudge isn't the type to give up with just this setback, hell, if he's bold enough, he'll suppress the news of this arrest and put Umbridge back in position again, Bones' protest be damned."

Turning the corner, they both found themselves next to the infirmary, and Kingsley spoke up one last time while grabbing one of Harry's shoulders as if to assure him. "Even then, that's not the reason to keep their illegal activity to yourself, if it's big enough, Fudge won't be able to save them no matter what influence he has, the masses won't tolerate it, that's what I put my faith in…"

Harry hesitantly looks away from the Auror, asking irritably. "Even if it put Professor Dumbledore in even more danger?"

Kingsley shook his head "Dumbledore had more experience than you, he knows what he can and what he can't. He's more capable than you give him credit, heck, even your Sister is here, isn't she?"

Then the Auror quickly cut the conversation short as they heard a footstep coming from behind the infirmary door "If not Dumbledore, then go to your Sister… she's…" He paused a little to review his choice of words. "…more than meet the eye, and I'm not talking about her way of wielding magic either…" With that, the Auror quickly left, walking round the corner and disappear just in time Madam Pomfrey open the door to see who's chatting in front of the infirmary.

Harry pondered the Auror's word before his eyes widen in realization after he connected the dots that Kingsley or Madam Bones did not have together, while Madam Pomfrey ushered him into the room, he smirk a little while whispering to himself. "Thank you, Sis…"

While Harry was getting checked on by Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary down below, in the Headmaster's quarter, a young girl and an old man were having tea while discussing the events that transpired down below as if they know what's happening, through the walls and bricks whispering words to them. It's not far from truth though, as some of the portraits can move back and forth between other portraits in the castle, and not a few minutes ago one such portrait already reported on it while they're on their way to this office, which amazed the girl to no end how can these constructed being so... alive like this, and that she wished she could study into its secret later on.

"I must say, I'm impressed with how you deal with Madam Umbridge's case today, Miss Aisha…" the old man, Headmaster Dumbledore, mused while putting down his cup, twinkling eyes looking at his conversation partner sadly. "I need to apologize to you, that I let this atrocity happened right under my watch." He sighed tiredly "…how ignorant of me, to think that they wouldn't harm their own children…"

"In their eyes, my little brother is hardly 'their children' for them, Professor. It is a dictator's nature to be paranoid of everything that they believe can dethrone them, no matter how unlikely it may be." Aisha replies calmly while sipping her tea, her purple eyes narrowing down as if to reflect anger welled up within her. "I do not blame you for what happened to him, but you may have to tell him reasons why you let this go on without interfering someday soon."

"I know…" Dumbledore replies "I've failed the duty of a Headmaster, and a duty to honor young Harry's parents' last wish as well…"

Aisha blink her eyes at the sudden self-deprecation of the Headmaster, her expression soften a little "You still has a chance to correct your mistake, Professor… no need to drown yourself in the past."

"True… very true…"

Both went silent for a while, contemplating on their next thought, before Aisha finally broke the silence by questioning the elder man. "So, what are you and your Order now secretly guarding over? I know he didn't ask anyone anymore questions after the day we arrived at Grimmauld Place, but his curiosity is still there, more so than anyone else consider his past involvement with Voldemort."

Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckled a bit and tease the girl about her slip-up "I think it's you who's curious about what we're doing or going to do regarding Voldemort, aren't you?"

Instead of reacting like a child getting caught in mischief, blushing or looking away from the old Headmaster's twinkling eyes, Aisha meet his gaze and confirmed his suspicions. "Of course, why am I not interested in something you're planning? It's to help my little brother after all and if I can help…"

The old Headmaster considered his options a bit, before settled on half-truth even though someone of Aisha's caliber will sure to noticed it right away anyway, but he believe that she'll not pry any further or investigate on her own when he tell her. "It's nothing you can do, Miss Aisha… but I can tell you a little bit, consider you're from military background…" But then he hesitated and replies firmly. "… but it'll be a story for another place, another time."

Sensing the finality in his voice, Aisha simply brushed the matter away… for the time being at least, but not before she warn him "I won't pry further as you request, Professor, I'll try to keep the kid from doing the same, but it won't last and you have to answer us truthfully someday, can we agree on that?"

Dumbledore couldn't ask for more anyway, and this's enough to push one of the painful revelations a little further away, despite knowing full well that it won't last for long even if this Aisha girl didn't come here. Both of them are smart people, and know that fact without the need to say any words. Thus he moves on to the next subject concerning what she had just done. "As we push that matter aside. We still have a problem regarding your plan to deal with the High Inquisitor."

It was Aisha's turn to blink in surprise, but keep her face calm regardless "And why, pray can you tell?"

Dumbledore considered it a little, and then decide to answer rather cryptically "It has to do with Minster Fudge's influence on the Government."

It take only three seconds for Aisha to realized what he's talking about, but rather than displeased with the probable outcome of her fiasco of exposing Umbridge's illegal activity, she simply shrugged while explaining with a small smile, satisfied with herself "It's still within my expectation, Professor, my goal of exposing her wasn't just to simply get rid of her from Hogwarts…"

"There's a secondary benefit?"

Aisha nodded "It's a bit of a gamble, as it's just psychological attack on Madam Umbridge, to send a message to her that she's not invulnerable while doing her things on Hogwarts with Ministry's backing as she might think, and to tell her that… as the old saying in my homeland goes; 'No secret ever exist in the world.'"

Her words seem to be straightforward at first glance, aimed directly at explaining the consequences of her actions, but the old Headmaster know that when it came out from someone who fought in a horrible war that forced maturation on her mentality to be more mature than people of her age, it has double meaning, a message to him, and his eye contact with her confirmed it even further.

'Do not keep secrets regarding Voldemort from Harry Potter and herself,' is what she wanted to say.

"You're truly wise for a person of your age." Dumbledore replied, holding a double meaning, applauding her for warning him about his information withholding, and explaining her plan at the same time.

It seems that Aisha did not take his compliment well, as she looked down on the table before muttering sadly. "No, I'm not; else those under my lead would not have to die."

Seeing that the overall atmosphere darkened, and Madam Bones would likely pay him a visit soon, Dumbledore decided it's a good time to part ways, so he broke her out of her self-loathing "I apologize for bringing that up, but now is not time to reminiscence of your past... I've to meet with Amelia Bones soon, and I doubt that you look forward to meet with her alongside me yet."

Indeed, Aisha didn't plan to meet with the Head of Magical Enforcement right after she tricked her into arresting Umbridge via anonymous account, due to the fact that she might connect the dots and draw the conclusion that it was her who sent the information, and then more questions will come her way, like how did she get it? Why was she interfering with a Ministry's Inquisitor's work? And most importantly, thanks to Umbridge already interrogating other students, albeit simply verbal questioning, there'll be question as to why she was suddenly interested in knowing what she's doing to Harry?

It's not that Aisha is afraid of interrogation, but she know better than anyone in this backward society that even the most hardened veteran can break under pressure or cause a slip-up, and she definitely doesn't want her relation as the elder sister of Harry Potter to become public yet, as it'll not only paint a giant bull's-eye on her, but it'll likely drag Harry into an even worse situation as well.

So she stood up from her seat, bowing to Professor Dumbledore before bidding him goodbye. "Thanks for the tea, Professor. Our conversation was very… enlightening…"

She moved towards the door, but before she opened it, she turned back and addressed the old Headmaster one last time. "I'll continue to teach your students and protect them when needed as promised; you have my word. No matter what secrets about my younger brother you may be holding."

At that Aisha flew out of the room, leaving only Dumbledore and his phoenix, Fawkes, who's sleeping on his usual spot. The old Headmaster lifted his hand up to adjust his glasses, his face looking even older than before, contemplating the events that revolved around his favored student since that day in Godric's Hollow.

"Time sure passes very quickly, doesn't it? I doubt it's an excuse to say he's too young to know this… is it only my own fear?" He muttered to no one in particular, and as expected, no one answered his question either…

For most of the school, news of Umbridge getting arrested for illegal usage and possession of Dark Artifacts is a good sign as they can hope that with the corruption exposed like this, all the Decrees that bind a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from doing her job properly will finally be lifted, and they can learn how to use magic in their class instead of stressful exercises and strange lessons she's put them through until now.

But since the biggest authority figure in their government is the one who give those orders to the High Inquisitor, things don't improve in the slightest…

Once the next Monday rolls around, everyone can see the Toad Lady – in pink – sitting at teacher's dining table in the morning, declaring that she'll serve once again as the High Inquisitor, much to the disdain of most teachers and students alike.

When Harry, and by extension, all the Dumbledore Army asked Aisha during their next DA meeting (it's not like they can't ask other teacher, but it's because Aisha seemed friendlier here, and her small stature made them feel like they're talking with one of their friends rather than adult.), she simply replied with another question, something which most of them overlooked.

"Did everyone read Daily Prophet every morning? Especially after that day she was found guilty?"

Confused, the students who expecting answer from her look at each other, then Fred and George Weasley asked simultaneously. "What does it has to do with this, Professor?"

Aisha's lip stiffens a little, looking straight at them and replies truthfully "Because some higher up in the Ministry has been covering her up of course."

A collective gasps echoed throughout the Room of Requirement, most students still find it hard to believe that the only authority higher than Umbridge, which everyone know that there's only one really, was willing to throw his lot with her despite her illegal activity being exposed! Dread crept into their minds as they imagined what will happen to them if they get caught.

But their fear was lessened somewhat by Aisha pointing out that Umbridge can resume this position on the condition that she has been put on watch by teachers in this school to report her 'problematic behavior' and had some of authority her position removed, namely punishing students so the scenario of her torturing students again is unlikely at best. Thus after a few minutes later of convincing, their lesson was reluctantly resumed.

For Harry who has been run ragged during the second meeting of DA, putting in his best effort to teach everyone to do their magic well while his Sister was just content to watch and provide advice here and there, he didn't have time to rest at all after it was over, as that Friday was the first Quidditch Match of the school year, with Gryffindor against Slytherin, and with Ron still unconfident, he doubted that they'll be able to pull an easy win on this one despite who they're up against, so he and other Gryffindor team members devoted their time to practicing as hard as they could.

However, he's not the only one who's been busy for the upcoming match, even his Head of the House, Professor McGonagall, had unexpected call from Headmaster to inform her that he'll have to leave the school ground for two days, presumably to get answer from Fudge as to why he doesn't do anything about Umbridge, also taking this chance to secretly contract with some potential members of the old Order of the Phoenix from the last war as well.

Meanwhile, unknown to everyone else, Umbridge also receiving a call from Ministry to inform her about Dumbledore's absent, thanks to still being her position of the Undersecretary of the Minister, with orders from Fudge himself to use this chance to influence the school staffs as much as possible to rebuild the reputation lost in the last fiasco so that she can resume her duty of trying to kick Dumbledore out with support from people once again.

But for Umbridge herself, she feels that the order is too soft, lenient, and that Potter is earning a bit more sympathy points, even if they didn't report in the newspaper that the victim of her 'detention' was, thanks to a certain school nurse being quite loose lipped when cursing her for daring to bring harm to students. If that woman knew what's at stake for their entire society!

Even with many of her powers of authority being stripped, she still had some influence over the Ministry's laws that can be enforced upon a school, and still has full authority as Undersecretary of Minster. If she played her cards carefully, she could dispose of the Potter problem once and for all without anyone suspecting anything or pointing the blame at the Ministry or herself, and kicking out Dumbledore would be a lot easier when the golden boy was out of the picture.

Thus, she wrote her new suggestion of Ministry's law regarding a school rule toward Fudge, along with another letter addressing to Wizarding Prison of Azkaban in secret, knowing that Potter is capable of casting Patronus Charm, she'll be sure to bring overwhelming force this time, as their mission isn't to expel Potter any longer, coupled with new 'law' she's sure will be passed due to its completely innocent nature. She'll make sure Potter was out of the equation before the end of this week!

Friday afternoon of that week was the most exciting time for most students of Hogwarts, after all, the setback and delays due to ridiculous laws and decrees issued by the Ministry hindered their progress, especially the last-minute declaration today. The first Quidditch match, the Wizarding World's most popular sports, the fierce competition between the Four Houses, will finally begin.

The oval-shaped stadium near the Forbidden Forest was filled to the brim with red, yellow, blue and green, divided into four sections as members of each House wearing their respectively colored overcoats were seated separately from other, despite that there's only two teams competing today. Other Houses were still able to enjoy the show, as after all, for a full time boarding school, time for rest and entertainment doesn't come up so often.

Looking toward the sky above from her seat between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw sections, Aisha smile at the cloudless bright sky overhead, feeling a little excited at the prospect of getting to see this bizarre sport with her own eyes for the first time, and her little brother is one of the players at that!

"Professor Aisha, is there something that makes you happy right now?" the dreamy voice pulled her senses back and turned her gaze at the blonde girl who was seated next to where she stood while she was observing the stadium, yet her magic wand seemed to be missing as she turn her head down into her upside-down book once more, as if she's only called her for the heck of it.

Still, Aisha couldn't find herself mad at the girl; it's quite the opposite, so she sits down quietly while the seats around her filling up with students, but then the girl asked her again. "Professor, will they able to correctly return our wands back when the match is over?"

That gets Aisha thinking about the newest law passed by the Ministry declared today about Quidditch in school, which forbid students and any Quidditch players from bringing a wand into the stadium, and also the girl somehow did not get the message to do just that! That forced her to hand her wand over to the High Inquisitor at the stadium gate before coming up here. Which makes Aisha wonder why they didn't have this law in place beforehand, consider so many curses and hexes that can be sent at unsuspecting players on the field, or the player to player? As if the law forbidding them to cast the spell was there will guarantee their honesty when the temptation was so close to their hands like that?

But it'll do her no good to not answer Luna's question, so she replies to the blonde Ravenclaw. "I've no doubt that Madam Umbridge will hand it back correctly, Miss Lovegood…" but she decided to not saying the last part which is 'because you're the only students that brought a wand here.'

That seems to satisfy the dreamy Luna, as she lowered her book and smile back at her, before turning back to the pitch as Lee Jordan announce the start of the Quidditch Tournament of this school year…

For Harry who's walking along with other Gryffindor team members like a small parade of red ants along the grassy field in the pitch, he's nervous, his hand continuously moving in and out of the pocket of his trousers where his wand used to be since the day he acquired his wan. He never once left it out of reach so far like this before, it made him feel unsafe for some reason, and that creepy smile from Umbridge sent his way during the announcement only served to unnerve him more.

Not to mention that Malfoy now seemed to avoid him, not even throwing a banter or insult at him when they met in the main hall for lunch before coming here, it looked like he knew something but refused to say it, not even warning his Quidditch Captain, whose name he didn't know, if that oblivious expression on his face when he shook hands with Angelina was any indication. Malfoy could only stand on the sidelines, glancing around the pitch warily…

But there's no point in concerning himself with this odd behavior, as Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the four ball shaped objects flew out from the box she set down, zooming up to the sky, he jumped onto his broom, the Firebolt, and soared upward, right now, he has a game to win…

From one of the tower overlooking the Quidditch Pitch, Umbridge sat silently along with the Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, who's the one tasked to watching her today as Dumbledore went on an errand to the Ministry, the aged Transfiguration Professor's sharp gaze at her seemed to convey questions and suspicions about the new Decree enforced upon Hogwarts mere hours ago, which the former student shrugged off and gave her a sickly sweet smile as in 'there's nothing wrong here,' with all her might. And it worked, as she turned her attention back to the game the moment Gryffindor had scored back after their keeper failed to keep their goal safe seconds ago.

Smirking, Umbridge leered at the Seeker in red gliding over the onslaught that is Quidditch below, searching franticly for the game-ending golden ball flying somewhere in the pitch as Gryffindor's situation worsened quickly with score after score made by Slytherin's Chasers whenever their own Chasers failed to keep Quaffle to themselves. Any minute now, and one of the greatest obstacle blocking the way forward for Wizarding England will be permanently removed.

Knowing that the stadium was protected by array of charms and spells casted by the best teachers in Hogwarts, the majority of students will be safe from collateral damage, while the same could not be said for those players in the pitch. Many will grieve for the loss of the young witches and wizards, but to Umbrige, the loss was acceptable, and she already take a few measures to order them to only target Potter, even if something went wrong and some players died to them, it was still for the greater good of the Wizarding Society in the end…

The Ministry will not be stopped, not by one little brat and a goofy senile old man who proclaimed himself a Headmaster… Never!

Her thoughts came to a halt when the deafening cheering sound from the side of students in red echoed throughout the stadium as their star, Potter the Seeker, finally caught the Snitch, snatching victory from the jaw of defeat at the hand of Slytherin's Chasers, before a smirk of satisfaction crept on her face when the familiar cold feeling she felt every time she went to the Wizarding Prison crept up on her spine, spreading out, threatening to freeze her body solid…

Without answering the question McGonagall threw her way, she quickly conjured her personal guardian, a glowing white smoke floating protectively around her. Even with the protection charms and wards around the stadium preventing them from executing the people watching Quidditch by their kiss, it did nothing to prevent their aura from invading and harming people inside…

Before McGonagall could ask why Umbridge suddenly cast a Patronus Charm, screams suddenly pierced the air as dozens of shadowy figures dove from the sky toward the Quidditch pitch, drawing all her attention away from the Toad Lady as she quickly rushed down the tower toward the students below...

In that instant, in a moment of triumph as he descended down to earth with a tiny golden ball in hand, all hell broke loose…

It began with a scream he was familiar with, from his nightmare since the day he remember, the scream of his mother. It tipped him off that something very, very wrong was going to happen. He accelerated toward the ground faster, as his teammates looks around in confusion, wondering why the cheering from the audience suddenly stopped... not only Gryffindor team, but the Slytherin as well.

Then the answer came in form of dozens figures dressed in black rags dropping out of the sky, seemingly blotting out the sun, not because they're that large, but because Harry's vision start to darken as flood of despair hit his mind in full force.

"Dementor!" He heard someone, most likely Malfoy, shout that most dreaded word, followed by rapid footsteps toward somewhere to his right, which if his memory during the last seconds before he touched down on earth were still correct, towards the only person who carried wand in this pitch, Madam Hooch!

He turned around and started running toward Madam Hooch as well, who's about a hundred feet away next to the exit sending out her Patronus guardian to shoo off Dementors who were trying to pick on other players or blocking their escape route toward the protection of the stadium, but more than half of them quickly took notice of him and glide straight at him, feeling he'll be easy prey, which he really is, without wand like this!

His vision quickly darkened, his ears nearly deaf to all but the scream of his mother as the accursed creatures circled around him like carrion birds, but his legs still moving, he still tried to run in straight line. Even when his mind was being bombard by despair, sorrow and nightmares, he still is conscious enough to know that his only chance of survival when he cannot cast a Patronus charm hinges on reaching Madam Hooch, who cannot risk send her Patronus at him least she expose herself and the entrance into the stadium that has been warded and enchanted into the only safe place for students who attended this match, as they were quite far away from the main castle.

And then Harry felt like he ran into something, knocking him down on the ground hard with his face starring up to the sky, with the scream of Madam Hooch and teachers on the stadium shouting orders to keep panicked students in the safety of the ward around the stadium, or using their Patronus to stop the influence of Dementors from affecting them, there's no one who can help him, as the dark creatures circling around preventing anyone from coming to his aid…

He really regrets complying with that ridiculous Ministry's law and leaving his wand back at the dorm now…

But as he thought everything is over as one of the figures put down its hood revealing a featureless face, several giant balls of flame shot pass into his vision, one exploding on the monster's face sending it tumbling backward, the shockwave of the explosion knocking the air out of his lungs, and he knows no more…

For Aisha, the moment she spotted the creatures descending down toward the masses, her blood ran cold at the realization that with this many unarmed students gathered, there's no way she and the rest of Hogwarts staff can fend off and protect every last one of them! Patronus charm be damned, it'll only shoo them away from the caster, which mean the Dementor is free to hit whoever strayed out of range of said spell!

Hundreds of students, all without wand due to that Ministry's new law, but only few dozen teachers here, you don't need to be a genius to figure out how this's going to end…

But then as the Dementors horde draw close, they seem to hit an invisible wall around the stadium, before shifting target toward those players down the pitch that she remembered that these Dementors are not ghost, they have solid physical bodies, and the charm put around the stadium to protect the audience from stray… Quaff… whatever they're called… means that it can prevent solid objects from passing through! As long as the entrance is protected they'll be safe from getting killed by their kisses.

But the same couldn't be said for those down in the Quidditch field, as she leaned closer to the edge of the wall looking down below, she saw a sight which made her face pale in fear.

"Potter!"

As the Dementors separated him from the rest of Quidditch players, who huddled together behind Madam Hooch's Patronus Charm, which also prevented any Dementors from slipping inside the protection ward of the stadium, Harry struggle to run but fell backward when he ran into that foul monster blocking his way.

Gritting her teeth, her hands gripping the edge so hard that it started to crack, Aisha know that there's only one option left, as other teachers are trying their best to combat the effects of Dementor on the students that begin to make some underclassmen faint from exposure, they won't be able to help her anytime soon, not mention that with that many Dementors and seventh years that know Patronus but unable to cast it due to not having wand with them thanks to that law, it'll be only a matter of time before teachers will be overwhelmed… Unless these monsters die first…

Aisha made up her mind in that second, if she makes enemies out of the retarded and paranoid Ministry of Magic because she use magic style that no Wizarding world has ever known of for the sake of saving her little brother's life (and others by extension), then so be it!

In a blink of an eye, Aisha disappeared from the stadium and reappear on the Quidditch field a few dozen feet away from Harry's downed form. A surge of emotion, memories of the bad days of her life comes up on her mind nearly instantly, bombarding her trying to sap the will to live due to the close proximity of dozens of Dementors in front of her which seem to be oblivious to her arrival.

She squashed those dark thought aside in an instant, her hands rise up, aiming at the figure that lowered its hood and had its hands slowly moving toward Harry's throat, small fiery magic circle appeared next to her palm pulsing with power, her white sweater billowing in the wind swirling around her as more energy gathered…

Then a barrage of fireballs, each as large as small boulder, shot out of her palm racing at high speeds toward the flock of Dementors. Explosions rocked the ground coupled with a screech of pain emanating from those who get hit, some of the monsters catching fire, burning their robes as they flew around wildly, unbelieving that magic could harm them, before turning into charred rags few seconds later, their physical form destroyed…

The rest of them dispersed from the unconscious Harry, regrouping in the sky forming up like a cloud of death. Seeing Aisha as a biggest threat to them, they swoop down at her, all at once, hope to overwhelm her…

Aisha narrowed her eyes at those creatures with contempt, she raises her right hand up and snaps her finger once…

In an instant, a large bluish circle that she once used on Weasley twins appeared around the flock of Dementors, extending hundreds of tendrils wrapping around their bodies (or their robes, whatever…) immobilizing them in mid-air before they even realized what's going on!

Aisha glared silently at Dementors, who struggled feebly to free themselves from her Binding Circle a few dozen feet away, but her magical binding still held, which was good, now she doesn't have to hunt down the stragglers after this's done!

Inhale… exhale…

Aisha's small form, still standing straight, glaring at a bunch of Dementors, seemed to emitting a strange, invisible aura; even those in the stadium can feel it…

Inhale… exhale…

It's both comforting and scary at the same time, enough to make some students who were already weakened by depression and despair from the Dementors' influence to faint outright…

Crack… crack…

Sparks flew all around Aisha, as if she's some sort of lightning rod at the center of thunderstorm, and then, all of the sudden, Aisha seem to glow faint purple as her body lifted up slightly from the ground, her glowing gloved hands raise above her head then swinging down, pointing at the trapped Dementors as if issuing an ultimatum…

And from those hands came a huge stream of lightning shooting forward, electrocuting all the trapped Dementors at point-blank range, engulfing them completely in an eerie blue glow, sparks flying everywhere around them as plumes of black smoke and orange-red of fire ignited their robes due to extreme heat, or extreme power, or both!

Shriek of pain escaped monsters, the lightning lasting a total of one second, but for all the witnesses, it feels like years of screams from torture chambers in horror movie!

Once the screams died down, all that was left of the Dementors was a few torn, burning pieces of black fabric that disintegrated into ashes, blown away by the wind…

As the rain started falling from the still bright sky seconds after Dementors' demise, Aisha, who now seemingly returned to normal, as there're no more strange, glowing sparks flying around her anymore, knelt down by Harry's side, lifted his still unconscious form by grabbing his shoulder and carried him silently toward the stunned, wide-eyed Madam Hooch, who didn't even trying to meet her furious purple eyes and quickly let her pass, carrying Harry toward the infirmary.

Author's Note

And so the new chapter is out, the chapter name can be interprete in two ways, that is two side of the team that display their power, even the definition of 'Power' are quite different, it still fit.

Honestly, I tried to search the information of Dementors, to try and portrayed them to the source, but all I know, or have learned, is that they 1) have solid physical form and 2) all the attributes of Dementors we all know, depressing aura, kiss, bla, bla, bla.

Hope I didn't miss something out...

And, all the actions we made has consequence, as what consequences will befall Aisha after her stunt this chapter, is remain to be seen...

There's a reference to Elsword gameplay in this chapter as well, it's minor and I don't think it's hard to figure out...

Rate and review as you see fit, pointing out some missing flaws and errors is welcome as well.

PS. Did my Fiction lack the actions too much?