Quillian: Thanks again for posting; I hope that I can keep your interest.

T-person: Thanks for hanging in there. Yea, I hope I can convey the badness of Marietta. I've been a bit light so far, but next chapter, she'll get much worse.

AntiBush: Nice Name, thanks for posting. Thanks also for the complements. In regards to Marietta being able to out wit Harry. Well I kind of think of her as a female Voldermort from COS, he was already plotting to kill Muggleborn students, one of which he was successful in killing. Also he was plotting his rise to power at that early age. But as far as him being to extreme for her. She was more saying that for the benefit of members of the society who she feels are not ready to be let in on the even darker planes of the organization. Marietta actually admires You-Know-Who for the way he handles things. She just thinks that he doesn't have enough support to do anything really damaging.

Seamus survives? I'm not sure yet, I haven't decided. Thanks for understanding how Cho feels. If I can't convey her emotion properly than the fic is useless, that's when I'm trying my hardest.

The misspelling is due to priority going to getting out the chapters, I do have a beta reader, and he will eventually catch up with me. So eventually all chapters will be beta read.

EnlightenedKing: Thanks again for another great review. And thanks for adding so much detail. Well Marietta is a very smart girl, she is able to come up with really brilliant evil plans on her own, but needs help implementing them. She has had specialized magical terrorist training of sorts. Not in blowing stuff up, but in covering stuff up.

Dumbledore is often away from Hogwarts looking for You-know-Who, who is indeed not yet looking for a fight, not just yet. Since Voldermort is not in the UK, but in Europe, Dumbledore cannot check on everything going on in the school, like he could have in the books. So really Dumbledore has a lot on his plate so to speak, he has to run The Order of the Phoenix, look for you know who, and go about the daily activities of being a head master. It may just be that Marietta doesn't register when compared to Voldermort. And Marietta's gang isn't that efficient, Marietta is the brains of the group, but the group isn't really going against Harry physically, yet. This is more about attacking someone in a covert way, not just trying to blast them with spells. Marietta isn't going to go up to Harry and challenge him to a duel.

As far as the Valentine thing, look I admit it wasn't the best time for Cho to bring it up, but Cho was dealing with the loss of someone that she loved deeply, and I think that Harry should have understood that. Plus Harry treated everyone badly in that book. He should have been able to see how hurt that she was, and talked to her about it. I mean he went to the three broomsticks that day and told it all to Rita Skeeter, someone he didn't even like! And he couldn't help Cho out? Who had stuck up for him when he wasn't The Boy Who Lived. No, telling everything to Rita Skeeter after refusing to talk to Cho about it, just kind of blows that theory.

Chang Kuei: Thanks for the post: ) it was great talking to you the other day, and I hope the storm wasn't too bad, that day. I know it was out of character for my story, but Cho has a history of standing up for people that's cannon. Example Harry in OOTP when everyone was against him, and regrettably Marietta when everyone would have been against her. Although I know that she must have privately criticized Marietta in private. But that's what a lot of people do, the whole, Hey you cant criticize my friend for being a dick, and then they go and go off on them in private so they don't embarrassed them in public. But I get the feeling that Cho can get angry if it's her friend under attack, but do to her self-esteem problem when its her it's a different story.

Froggie2: Thanks for another great review; I really appreciate you getting so into the story. Well, Cho doesn't like making a big deal out of what's bothering her, because she just feels that she's bothering people, even if it's people who want to help. But here she felt her friend was in danger, so she felt forced to act.

Hello again to everyone reading this. I think all of you who have posted very much. I receive a lot of complaints about Marietta being to powerful, and I feel I need to explain why she is able to defeat Harry. Marietta does not use brute force to go against Harry, but relies on her wits. Remember is not the brightest kid in school. Lets say that Harry is the second most powerful wizard in the world, power can still be defeated by intelligence, and Just because one force is stronger doesn't mean that another can't defeat it. One only needs to look at history to see examples of this.

The English fire ships against the Spanish Armada.

The Americans during the American Revolutionary war

The Zulu at Islandwana

The Americans at Midway 1942

The British in the Battle of Britain in 1940

These are all classic examples where less powerful forces defeated more powerful forces. In a since I try and add that to the mix. Finally about Marietta and her crew winning a lot, there you have to know something about me, and it may lose me some readers, but I have to be honest: I'm a Goth, not that I just dress in black. I mean I'm a full on hard core no nonsense pessimist. My philosophy is that the glass is always half empty, there is no silver lining on the dark clouds, and as I look at the examples of history and current affairs, I believe that evil will almost always win over good. Now that doesn't mean that I'm going to have Marietta and her crew win, but that this will be like the Battle of Brittan, that will cause heartache and suffering, and sadness. If Harry and Cho are to be victorious over evil it may come at a horrendous cost, if you want to know if Harry and Cho will win, I myself do not know how I will finish it yet, but I think Sir Winston Churchill put it best when France had fallen, and the US, and USSR would not enter the fight, and the British stood against the most powerful nation in the world. The British people asked him what chance they had of defeating the Nazi's.

"I can offer you nothing but blood sweat toil and tears." Sir Winston Churchill

And that is what I offer you, for the road to victory is full of tragedy and despair, but perhaps Harry and Cho can find the love they have for each other, and defeat Marietta and the mysterious Society and save the magic world. Anyway there is one more thing, Marietta since the beginning, has never acted alone. And I'm not talking about the shape shifter either. Just please hang in there. Thanks for everyone's support.

Chapter 39: Lack of Evidence

Cho's POV:

Professor Flitwick looked at his watch again for the third time, and gave a deep sigh. He was one of the four Hogwart's staff members in the room. Professor McGonagall, Argus Filch, and the Librarian comprised the others. In addition Marietta Edgencombe was in attendance, along with Pansy Parkinson, and the girls who had been taken out of Professor Flitwick's class. Everyone had been waiting in the library for Beverly Jones for fifteen minutes. Finally the student that professor Flitwick had sent to see what had happened came back into the library.

"Madam Pomfrey said that she had finished Jones just moments after she was done with the others, and that she had sent her on her way here. Apart from that she doesn't know what happened to her." The boy said. Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Thank you Mr. Miller, I believe that you have my class next, please inform my students that I will be late, and keep everything in order for me will you please." McGonagall requested.

"Yes Professor, I'll have it taken care of immediately." The boy said, and exited the library just as Hermione, and Lavender Brown were coming in. Professor McGonagall saw the two and told them that the library was closed right now and they would have to come back later for what ever it was that they wanted. They both looked disappointed, but left anyway.

"Well we can't wait for her any longer, let's get this over with. Now Miss Chang, as you still claim that Miss Edgencombe and her friends attacked you in the library, I need to know the exact date, and time that this happened." Professor Flitwick said in a very serious tone. Cho thought hard to remember the approximate time that everything had happened.

"Um it was around lunch, I remember because the bell rang just before Marietta and everyone else came in to harass me." Cho said in a monotone voice.

"You're sure Miss Chang? No mistake, about twelve o clock then?" The Professor asked still very serious. Cho nodded her head.

"Yes Professor, around twelve on Saturday. No mistake." Cho said sure of her self. Professor Flitwick nodded.

"Okay Professor McGonagall, are you ready to see who's telling the truth?" Professor Flitwick asked the Gryffindor head of house. Professor McGonagall nodded, and the two of them began reciting incantations, and blasting to room with green, and pink sparks from their wands. As they did Cho looked at Marietta with a sense of satisfaction, she was feeling good for the first time in a long time because she knew that as soon as the Professors finished what they were doing, it would prove that Marietta and her friends were liars, and she would probably even lose her Head Girl position too. Yes, Cho definitely started to feel good inside, the feeling was one of… justice she thought. Yes justice. The only funny thing was that Marietta was staring back at her with a smile that didn't exactly reflect a look that was filled with fear of getting caught. The Professors continued working, and blasting the walls with spells with their wands for a few more minutes. When they had finished they asked all the students to stand against the walls. Finally Professor McGonagall stepped up to address the students.

"Now there is something that you should all know. Just about everything about this castle is magical. Even the walls have memories. We can bring those memories back into view sometimes, especially the most recent ones. What Miss Chang has accused her fellow students here of is a brutal attack that took place this past Saturday. It was an attack in which she also claims that her friends were threatened with violence as well. The rest of the students in here claim that they did nothing to Miss Chang, and that she is making the whole thing up. Now, through the power of Magic, we shall be able to see who is lying, and who is telling the truth. Professor Flitwick began to wave his wand in a circular motion above his head and red sparks flew across the room. In magic writing, in the middle of the air, a digital clock formed, along with the date of the incident. The clock counted down, as everyone in the room followed the gaze of the professors along the room. They appeared to be waiting for something, but Cho and the others couldn't tell what. After a few minutes of the clock counting down, and nothing happening, Professor Flitwick walked over to Cho. "Miss Chang, are you sure that it was around this time?" He asked. Cho nodded.

"Yes professor. I'm sure of it, what's supposed to be happening?" she asked. Cho's head of house looked at her concerned.

"Well if what you said happened real did take place then the spells we preformed will cause the images from the incident to be repeated. You'll see the entire incident replayed, and it will look real." Professor Flitwick explained. They both looked back to the center of the room, and no images appeared. Professor Flitwick thought for a minute, and seemed to come up with an idea.

"I'll just add a time compression spell." He said. He flicked his wand, and the magical clock sped up at rapid pace. Everyone waited, but still nothing happened. After a few minutes the Professor added another time compression spell and the clock moved even faster. Professors' McGonagall and Flitwick waited until the clock ran to the end of the hour that Cho was supposedly attacked, before dispelling the clock. When they finally finished, Professor Flitwick and McGonagall had very upset looks on their faces. Flitwick's was a look of sadness, and McGonagall's one of anger. Professor McGonagall walked over to Cho.

"Miss Chang, what you have done today is unacceptable. You have falsely accused other students of a very serious crime. I can't tell you how disappointed that I am in you, and can tell you that…" McGonagall started, but was cut off.

"But Miss, it's true, they did attack me, and they did threaten my friends. Maybe your spell didn't work, maybe…" Cho started to reply very upset.

"Stop it Miss Chang! There is nothing wrong with my spells and there was no altercation that took place in this library at lunch time. You will have to be punished, and you owe these student's and Mr. Filch an apology." McGonagall said raising her voice. Cho started crying. But… I… didn't… do anything. I… told you the… truth." Cho choked out. Cho turned to Professor Flitwick. "Professor, you believe me don't you?" Cho pleaded. Professor Flitwick looked at her sadly.

"Miss Chang, the spell we cast showed the truth. That nothing happened here during that time. I'm afraid that I have no choice but to put you into student Isolation for two weeks. Tomorrow you will report to Mr. Filch with all your books and supplies. You will study in a classroom in one of the dungeons and…" he began. Cho shook her head, this wasn't happening!

"Professor no, I…" Cho started.

"And you will take your lunch in the dungeon. All your assignments will be brought to you. And also, regrettably, the thirty points take by Miss Parkinson still stands. It will be brought to you, by a house elf. Miss Chang… I'm very disappointed in you… no, actually I'm very hurt by your actions. You always have been my favorite student, hard working, knowledgeable, always helping out other students… but now… just report to Mr. Filches office tomorrow after breakfast. Professor Flitwick walked out of the library, and as he passed the other students he told them that they were dismissed. Professor McGonagall then waved her wand around the room, and let green sparks fly out. The clock disappeared, and she also left. Cho scanned the room remembering the attack. She had her back to the door, but she knew instinctively that someone was behind her… and she knew who it was without looking.

"How did you do it Marietta?" Cho said in a monotone voice. Cho could feel Marietta smiling behind her.

"Do what Chang?" Marietta questioned in a girlish voice.

"How did you make it to where they couldn't see what really happened. How did you hide the beating you and your lot gave me last Saturday?" Cho continued.

"Don't know what you're talking about Chang, my friends and I were never in the library last Saturday. You must be lying. Well, I've got to be off to class now. Have fun in student isolation tomorrow. See you in two weeks." Marietta finished.

"Marietta!" Cho called without looking at her.

"What is it Chang." Marietta replied.

"We both know what really happened here. I'm going to find proof, and everyone will know the truth." Cho said.

"Hump. You're delusional Slant. Better watch those false accusations. I am still Head Girl you know. And although I would hate to take points off my own house, you may just force me too. Goodbye." Marietta replied, and walked out the door, leaving a depressed Cho to fully take in her punishment.

Harry's POV:

Harry Potter stood outside Filche's office, with the note that Madam Pomfrey had given to the Slytheren girl to show Professor Snape. Harry had been as glad to leave Snape's class as Snape was to have him leave, but Harry was confused at the reason for his summoning here to Filche's office, by the school healer no less. He rapped on the door, and it opened a crack. A voice beckoned him in, but it was not Filche's. This was a familiar voice with a thick Irish accent. Harry walked in the office, and quickly spun around as some one immediately closed and locked the door behind him. "Seamus!" Harry said surprised to see his classmate in the office. Seamus had not been to class all day, and no one had seen him anywhere in the school.

"Hello Potter, what brings you here?" Seamus asked.

"Well a Slytheren girl sent a note from madam Pomfrey for me to come here. Why are you here, and where have you been all day?" Harry said.

"Oh, I've been preparing things for this all day Potter." Seamus said with a smile, as he raised his index finger to point at Harry. Suddenly Harry's instinctively thought that he was in danger, and reached for his wand, he was fast, but not fast enough. A string of something jetted out from Shamus's finger attaching to Harry's head. Suddenly the world became dark and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Harry felt dizzy; he stared down at the papers that were on the desk in front of him. He tried to concentrate on what had happened to him. He looked around the room. Filch was working on some paperwork at his desk. Harry looked more closely at his own paperwork. He was filling out daily reports of the castle cleaning, and writing a list of incidents that had happened in the castle for the week. How long have I been doing this? Harry thought to himself. I don't even know what I've been doing here. Look at this paper. I must have filled out half of the reports already. I don't even remember doing it. Harry looked back to Mr. Filch who looked at his watch, closed the folders that he was working on, and looked down at Harry.

"Mr. Potter, you may go. I think that you have served enough time for using foul language in the hall, but I hope that you can understand that this type of behavior will not be tolerated at Hogwarts. Do you understand Mr. Potter? Harry felt light headed, he barley remembered anything after arriving at Filches office. Harry nodded his head.

"Yes, Mr. Filch. Sorry about that." Harry said. As Harry walked out the door of Filche's office. As it closed behind Harry he looked over to see Peeves, the Hogwarts poltergeist waiting outside.

"What was in the office Potter? What was in the office? Tell your good friend Peeves!" Peeves pleaded. Harry tried to concentrate.

"Well, I don't know, just… normal stuff, like desk, and file cabinets, and chairs. He had me working on the reports for punishment for swearing. But I barely remember doing it." Harry said to a disappointed Peeves as he left to go to the great hall for dinner. He sat down by Ron and Ginny who both looked at him with shocked faces.

"What? What's wrong?" Harry asked concerned.

"Well Harry, did you talk to Parvati Patel's sister Padma, today?" Ron asked.

"Um, I don't really remember. I don't think so. I barely remember anything in detail that happened after going to Filches office today. Why do you ask?" Harry replied. Ron looked very concerned.

"Well Harry Parvatie's sister said that you threatened her and Allen Miller, today after the last period, and their fuming mad at you. You didn't, did you?" Ron asked.

"No! Come on Ron do you think that I would ever do anything like that?" Harry said a little offended. Ron shook his head.

"Of coarse not. But Parvati and her sister think that you did, and they are really pissed off. I didn't see you for a while, and you were acting a bit strange after you came back from his office that first time. What happened when you went there?" Ron asked. Harry again concentrated, trying to focus on a clear memory of the events.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure. I mean my memories are very fuzzy. I remember that I was accused of swearing in the halls, and I remember doing it. I remember going to all my classes, but I don't remember any details, it's like their someone else's memories. Like everything that happened today was a dream. There is some missing time. I don't remember any faces, or anytime in between class, very well. It was if everyone were just shadows that I passed. I don't even remember studying anything in particular. My memories are like… I studied transfiguration… but have no memory of what I studied about it." Harry said upset at not being able to bring up any clear memories. Ron thought for a minute.

"Look Harry, I really think that you need to go see Dumbledore about this. Something strange is going on this year. I'm not sure what it is, but it's long since past time that you talked to him." Ron said. Harry nodded.

"Your right Ron. I'll go see him in a few days. I just… I'm still mad at him. I still have issues." Harry said, as he reached for his goblet.

The Next Day: After Breakfast

Cho stood outside the student Isolation classroom door with her books, and supplies waiting for Mr. Filch and Professor Flitwick to arrive. She was depressed and leaning against the wall, trying to think of how Marietta could have made it so that nothing appeared when the Professors cast their spells in the library. "She's just a school girl like me. Smarter, but… could she do this on her own?" Cho thought.

"Hey Cho what's up!" came a friendly voice. Cho looked up to see Stephanie Burt walk up beside her with an arm full of her own books.

"Oh, hey Steph. What's up?" Cho asked softly.

"Well I'm joining you today." She smiled. Cho raised an eye brown in surprise.

"You're joining me? Why?" Cho asked.

"Well I smarted off to Professor Snape yesterday. He asked me why I couldn't concentrate in class that day, and I told him it was because it was boring. Then he said that if I thought that I could do any better than why I don't go to the front and teach. Well I walked up and started, and he gave me a choice, lose fifty points for Ravenclaw, or isolation for two days, but I don't care it got a laugh, and got me a few pats on the back. That guys a real jerk. How long are you in for?" Stephanie asked.

"Two weeks." Cho said quietly. Stephanie's eyes widened.

"Holy shit! Two weeks, what the hell did you do to get two weeks." She asked in amazement.

"It's a long story, I… I got into trouble because Professor Flitwick thought I was lying about something, and I don't have any proof yet that I'm not." Cho said.

"Wow you got into trouble with Flitwick, and he gave you two weeks, must have been serious." Stephanie Burt said shocked. Two other students walked up behind Stephanie with arms full of books. The boy was in the year below Cho and Steph, he had blond hair, and a frown on his face. Both were in Slytheren. Stephanie recognized them instantly.

"Oh, hey Chinexican, hey Draco, what are you two doing here?" She asked.

"We got in trouble the other day for um, making out between classes. So Filch gave us four days detention in isolation." She said irritated. Fortunately this is our last day it's boring as hell.

"Your name is Chinexican?" Cho asked curious.

"Oh Cho, these are my friends Draco, and Monica. Her nickname is Chinexican, because she's half Chinese, and Half Mexican. Her Parents emigrated here from Mexico. Guys this is Cho Chang." Stephanie said introducing everyone.

"Oh, you're Chinese as well? No offence, but you would never know it." Cho asked. Looking at the girl she didn't look Chinese at all. She was pretty, her skin was very dark, even more than Cho's, but she had round eyes, and a pointy European nose.

"None taken, in fact I'll consider it a complement, owed to my fathers dominate genes. I hate flat noses, and squinty eyes. I would hate to look like that." The girl said happily, oblivious to who she was talking too. Cho suddenly became self conscious, and felt her nose with one hand.

"Professor Flitwick and Mr. Filch walked up, neither looking any too pleased. Filch pulled some keys from his pocket, and unlocked the door. Everyone was beckoned inside the room. Cho walked through the door, behind Stephanie. This was Cho's first time in student isolation. The room was very large. In the middle of the room sat a single desk and chair facing the far wall. Along the walls were several smaller desk and chars facing the walls. Each desk was blocked off by partitions on either side. Professor Flitwick who was normally know as the friendliest staff member in the school had a grim angry look on his face now, as he stood facing the students before him.

"Now for those of you who have never been in isolation before I'm going to give you the rules and for those of you who have been in isolation before… I'm going to impress it upon your minds one more time. Now First of all there is to be no talking at anytime while you're in here. This room has been jinxed with a special spell that will seal your mouth shut all day if you try and speak to another student. There is to be no note passing in this room. Any notes written will instantly fly over to Mr. Filches desk upon completion. You will not look behind you for any reason. If anyone has to go to the rest room at anytime, you will raise your hand, and wait for Mr. Filch to come up to you, and give you permission to go. It will be one at a time, and you are expected to be back very quickly. Lunch! You will not be going to the great hall for lunch, it will be brought to you by a house elf from the kitchen. You will complete all the work assigned to you each day. All your assignments have been readied by all the masters, and are waiting for you on Mr. Filche's desk. Pick them up now." Filch finished, as everyone grabbed a folder with their name on it. "Now you will not be allowed to sit next to each other lest you forget about the jinx, and feel compelled to talk. Your detention for the day ends just before dinner. Burt you take desk number one, Malfoy number three, Chang…" Flitwick suddenly had that same disappointed look from the other day in his eyes. It hurt Cho to see it. Chang, you take number five, and Manceria, number seven. Mr. Filch will be here to keep you all company, and I don't ever want to see any of you here again after you have served your detentions, is that understood?" Filched finished. The students nodded, as they headed to their desk. Cho looked to her left and could see nothing but a wooden partition with some graphite on it. In front of her was a wall of black stone, she turned to her left and all she could see was another wooden partition with more graphite from students who had been in the same situation over the years. Cho began to read some as she opened her books, and got ready to study.

"George was here, but now he's gone, he's left this place to carry on, those who knew me, knew me well, and those who didn't can go to hell." Cho glanced back at another one on her left side that was older, and could barley be made out, and her eyes went wide as she read the name of its author.

"Mr. Filch is a stupid piece of troll dung and Snape is a stupid sneak." James Potter. Cho smiled, she would tell Harry about it, after her detention, and maybe he could come over and have a look when the room wasn't in use. Maybe he would like that, she thought, as she started in on her homework.

Harry's POV

"Harry was walking down a busy hall on his way to dinner, when Allen Miller suddenly ran up to him and pushed him up against the wall, causing Harry to bang his head. Miller pinned him against the wall with one hand while the other was held up in a fist, ready to strike.

"Hey Potter, want to make another threat against me and my girlfriend?" Miller said angrily.

"What are you talking about Miller? I've never threatened you or your girlfriend!" Harry said defensively. This seemed to infuriate Miller to the point of his face turning red.

"Liar! You threatened us just yesterday! Don't like most purebloods do you? Well Padma asked me to just let it go yesterday, and because she was with me I didn't take care of you, but now that she's not around I'm going to kick your arse as a lesson not to go around threatening people. Especially me and my girlfriend!" Miller said with rage, as several students looked on in shock. Harry pushed Miller away.

"Get off me you stupid Slytheren git! I didn't say shit to you and Padma. You're the one who's lying!" Harry shouted. Miller slammed his fist into Harry's head, causing him to fall to the hard rock ground of the dungeon. Harry immediately got back up and ran at miller full force crashing his head into Miller's stomach. Miller doubled over and Harry caught him with a fist just above the left eye, causing him to stagger back, holding his head in pain. Suddenly Harry was aware of chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" From the students around them. Miller came back with a right swinging fist that Harry knocked away. Harry slammed his fist into Miller's right eye sending him toppling over. Harry then pulled Miller up, and penned him against the wall.

"Look Miller, cut this out, I didn't do anything!" Harry said proclaiming his innocence.

"Ha! You said that you would deny everything to both of us yesterday. Said that no one would believe our word over The Boy Who lived! Well fuck your title Potter! I couldn't care less what the call you. I'll still kick your arse. You said that you would take care of us when we lest expected it, well I'm always going to be ready for you Potter." Miller said.

"Miller, I never said that I…" Harry began, but was cut off.

"Hey everyone! Professor Sprout is on her way here, Potter, Miller, you'd both best better clear out if you don't want to get suspended for fighting." A fourth year Huffelpuff boy said pointing down the hall. Miller looked at Harry.

"This isn't over Potter! I'm going to find you the first Hogsmead weekend, and we'll finish this. And if you lay a hand on Padma, I'll kill you." Miller said with barely controlled rage, and took off in the opposite direction of where Professor Sprout was said to be coming from. The other students started to clear out as well. Harry felt his head; he was lightly bleeding from a slight cut.

"Shit." He said, and ducked into a nearby bath room to avoid the Professor, and to perform a healing spell on himself. He stuck his wand to his head, and said a simple healing incantation. An orange spark came out of his wand, but nothing happened. Harry looked at his wand, it wasn't broken, but something felt different about it. He had not had to use it all day, so he hadn't noticed it before, but something just seemed different. It looked just like it had before. Harry held it up to the wound again, repeating the incantation, but again only a light spark came out. Harry shook it in frustration, and tried again. Nothing. "What is going on?" He thought to himself. "Should I go to Dumbledore about this? No, who then? I have to tell someone. Professor McGonagall, She'll know what to do. First thing in the morning."