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In regards to a schedule, I am hoping to update bi-weekly depending on how many pre written chapters I have available (Saturday or Sunday and Wednesday or Thursday)
and with that, onto chapter five!!!
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Harry realised immediately that his Thursday's would be like absolute hell as he read through his timetable for his fifth year. He had double defence against the dark arts in the afternoon and he just hoped that maybe this Delores Umbridge wouldn't be as awful as some people had already commented on about her.
The previous night had been awful as well, when he arrived back in the Gryffindor common room, he found pretty much everyone staring at him as he enquired about Dean and Seamus's holiday, which had led to a blowout between Harry and Seamus.
"Well maybe you should read the prophet like your stupid mother, it'll tell you everything you need to know." Said Harry snidely at Seamus.
"Don't you dare talk about me mam like that!" Seamus had shouted back at him.
The argument eventually ended when Ron had stepped in and basically told Seamus to shut his gob or he would give him detention.
He was brought back to the present when he saw Angelina take a seat next to him.
"Her lessons are dreadful," said Angelina Johnson, when she sat down next to Harry at the Gryffindor table, she had been made quidditch captain after Oliver Wood left the school. "No practical lessons, just reading over that stupid book that is pointless for defending yourself."
Harry nodded and agreed, he had tried reading through that book on the train after his and Ginny's heated encounter on the train and he felt like there were many brain cells in his head that he would never get back. It was a stupid book, but Hermione pointed out how brilliant it was at doing what the ministry wanted, providing non-aggressive means of defending oneself so to prevent an uprising.
"Also, I was hoping to do try outs over the next weekend," said Angelina as she helped herself to a plate of sandwiches in front of her. "Do you have any ideas or tips?"
"I'm the younger one here," Harry chuckled and the Gryffindor captain glared at him. "Though I would recommend we pick some reserves for our position, I'm surprised no one has thought about it, but it would give the starting players a rest and we know how some of our players can end up injured or absent from matches due to other reasons." Said Harry, with a sly grin.
"You do raise a very good point Potter." Said Angelina as Ron, Hermione and Ginny approached them, Ginny slid next to him and pecked him on the cheek, whilst Ron and Hermione sat opposite them, though Ron looking a little put out by the public display of affection.
"Oh never you mind Ronald." Ginny huffed as Angelina left to join her best mate Katie Bell and the Weasley twins.
"What did Angelina want mate?" Asked Ron.
"Wanted some ideas about try outs and I suggested picking some reserves," said Harry. "I have an idea of someone I know who is a very good chaser."
Ginny blushed a little at the praise but smiled cheekily. "Good, because we all know I'm the best flyer."
Harry tutted. "I think I am actually, youngest seeker in a century just saying."
Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. "Still better than you."
Harry chuckled, Hermione was very happy to see Harry acting like this, he seemed a lot happier as of late, she just hopped Ron would keep his fat gob shut.
They saw Umbridge enter the great hall and Harry shook his head, remembering the lesson he would have to endure.
"I've got potions with Snape now," Said Ginny, putting her bag over her shoulder. "Let me now how Umbridge's lessons go."
Harry and Ginny shared a chaste kiss and Harry watched as she left the great hall, her red hair swaying as she left.
If there was one thing Harry knew, it was that he was not looking forward to Umbridge's lessons
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The fifth year Gryffindor's and Ravenclaws entered the defence against the dark arts classroom, the desks had all been separated into singular desks, Umbridge was stood at the other hand behind her desk.
Everyone took their seats, with Harry being in the middle row with Ron on his right and Hermione over to the far left.
"Put your wands away," said Umbridge, many students were put out by this, but stowed there wands away in their pockets. "And please get out your defensive magical theory books by Wilbert Slinkhard and turn to chapter 1."
Harry rolled his eyes at this, he had already had a skim read of some of the chapters and had concluded that this Wilbert Slinkhard was a complete and utter moron, and exactly what the ministry needed for teaching their own version of defence against the dark arts. The book pretty much explained ways of using non-aggressive means of defence, and that the person should try and negotiate instead, even during a duel which just baffled Harry.
Hermione had raised her hand and Umbridge didn't want to acknowledge her at first but reluctantly spoke. "Yes miss?"
"Granger," Hermione answered, lowering her hand. "There's nothing in this book about using spells, isn't that the whole point of defence against the dark arts."
There were murmurs from many of the students, many in agreement about what Hermione had clearly pointed out.
"Well miss Granger," Began Umbridge. "Your previous professors have been teaching you incorrectly about this subject, Wilbert Slinkhard's book perfectly explains the subject well, I see no reason for the usage of spells."
Parvati had raised her hand as well. "Yes Miss?"
"Patil, but how are we supposed to pass the practical on our exams, surely we need to practice them." Paravti said.
"As long as you know the theory, you should have enough knowledge to pass the practical of your exam." Said Umbridge.
"But how is that to protect is from what is out there?!" Harry practically shouted.
"Hand up Mr. Potter." Ordered Umbridge, Harry raised his hand and Umbridge ignored him.
Dean had raised his hand. "Yes Mr?" Asked Umbridge.
"Thomas, but like Harry said, isn't this subject about using spells." Argued Dean.
"Your previous teachers methods, which involved the use of practical spells was ineffective at teaching you." Said Umbridge.
"But that isn't true Professor," argued Hermione. "Professor Lupin was our best teacher."
"That filthy-half breed was a werewolf and was not qualified to teach," snapped Professor Umbridge, which only infuriated Harry. "The only teacher that would've met the ministry's guidelines was Professor Quirrel."
"Yeah," said Harry, ready with a retort. "There was the fact though that he and Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head."
"How dare you argue back like that Mr. Potter!" Said Umbridge with disdain. "Detention this evening for you."
"So you don't want us to be protected for what's out there!" Harry shouted back, many people were shocked that Harry was this angry and some were starting believe he wouldn't push his case of Voldemort being back so hard if he was lying.
"There is nothing out there," began Umbridge. "What could possibly require you to be able to perform magic like this?!"
"Voldemort." Said Harry.
Umbridge was practically seething. "Now, you have been told that a certain dark lord has returned from the dead. This is a lie!"
"I'm not lying, what do you think happened to Cedric that night?" Harry questioned umbridge, daring her to answer.
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident." Retorted Umbridge.
"He was murdered by Voldemort." Said Harry.
"MR. POTTER YOU WILL KEEP QUIET THIS INSTANT, DETENTION FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK AND 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Umbridge shouted at him. "NOW GET OUT OF MY CLASS."
"Gladly," Ssid Harry. "And I won't be there when you and your pathetic ministry come crawling back to me once they've realised how badly they screwed up."
"OUT MR. POTTER!" Umbridge ordered Harry.
Harry packed his stuff hastily and stalked out of the classroom, not meeting anybody's eyes as he left. He needed to find Ginny, she only had a lesson of potions and he hoped that she would be able to be of some relief from his stress and anger towards that foul toad of a woman.
Harry waited outside the potions classroom and he and Ginny bumped into eachother, thankfully for the both of them, it was their lips that collided.
They shared a loving kiss which made Harry feel light headed, kissing Ginny just made him melt inside and he loved it, she took away all his pain, stress and aches.
"Well that was a nice way to greet me Potter," Said Ginny with a wicked grin as the two walked off. "Why are you here anyway, I thought you had a double lesson of defence against the dark arts."
"Well," Said Harry as he motioned for her to join him in a broom cupboard, they sat down on some boxes and faced each other, Harry locked the door and used some privacy spells he had learnt over the summer. "We learnt that Umbridge was not going to teach us defensive spells and I basically blee up at her, she called me a lair and then I told her I wouldn't except there grovelling apology when they would come crawling back to me when they realised how wrong they were."
Ginny nodded, her own anger at the toad faced bitch swelling like a bruise.
"I think the ministry are just genuinely in denial, people like Fudge would rather pretend nothing bad is going on and keep acting like it's all well and good in the world when in fact there is a half-blood maniac in hiding who wants you dead."
Harry nodded, Ginny made a very wise point, he hoped the ministry would realise their error, though that would eventually come at a cost.
"I think going forward we should call her Umbitch," said Ginny with a little smirk. "It does have a rather nice ring to it." Harry chuckled and Ginny smiled a little, happy that he was already out of his foul mood.
Ginny stood up and Harry did as well. "We are all alone here Potter." Said Ginny saucily and she sauntered over to him and rubbed her fingers over chest.
"Never would've guessed that Gin." Said Harry playfully which earned him a smack on the arm.
"Prat." Said Ginny, the she continued rubbing her hand over his chest before kissing, one of his hands going around her back and placing it in her smooth, flaming red hair, running it up and down as he did, and the other was hovering over he bum, which when he gently placed his hand on did Ginny gasp at the touch, Harry pulled away with a worried look but Ginny pulled him back to kiss him again, clearly very happy with where his hand was.
Harry was very happy that Ginny's skirt was quite short and tight, as it felt smooth and rather firm.
Ginny pressed Harry up against the wall, her body pressing closer with Harry's, already feeling the reaction to their snogging session.
There heated snogging session was getting rather heated and lasted another ten minutes before Harry and Ginny decided to spend some time with each other at the lake.
They sat down by an old tree, Harry spread his legs open so Ginny could snuggle between them, she propped her back against his chest.
"I can't lie to you Gin," began Harry, looking out at the view of the black lake as the giant squid layed about in the murky water. "I'm worried about this year."
Ginny nodded and let Harry carry on. "I just hope that for once we have a quiet year and that Umbridge stuffs it as soon as possible."
"I do to Harry, however it is very unlikely that Umbridge will be leaving anytime soon," said Ginny as she patted Harry's leg. "Unless she committed a crime against a student there would be no chance of her leaving, we just have to hope she doesn't dig her claws into the ground anymore or she could be here for a very long time."
They carried on talking about any topic to pass the time, but both were comfortable in there current position, snuggled with each other as lunchtime approached and the two knew Ron and Hermione would be wondering where they were.
They found the two sat down at the Gryffindor table, tucking into lunch. Hermione spotted the two of them and smiled them a greeting as the couple plopped themselves opposite each other.
"Sorry for leaving you two with Umbridge but as you probably saw and heard, I wasn't planning on putting up with her." Said Harry with a wry smile.
"You need to be careful Harry," began Hermione though for once it didn't sound like she was berating him, but more giving him a warning. "Umbridge could make your life hell if she wanted to and there is only so much Professor Dumbledore can do."
Angelina came through the doorway to the great hall and she looked pissed off, she sat down next to Harry and looked angrily at him.
"So I've heard you got yourself detention when we have free time for quidditch tryouts." Said Angelina in an annoyed tone.
"I know I'm sorry." Said Harry a little upset with himself, he had been looking forward to some quidditch.
"How long are the detentions for?" She asked.
"Every day for the rest of the week from the sounds of it." Said Harry.
"Well make sure you don't end up in detention again, tell her you-know-who was a figment of your imagination or something, just make sure you don't miss them again." Said Angelina before she got up to join her friends at the other end of the Gryffindor table.
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Harry arrived at Professor Umbridge's office, he knocked on the door and heard a voice say "enter."
The office had been decorated with pink walls and many plated hung on the walls, all with cats on them as they moved about in their frames, a large fireplace was in the corner with a furnished oak desk and chair in the middle, another chair had been placed and a large sheet of parchment with an odd looking quill was set before Harry.
"Good evening Mr. Potter, you may sit down," said Umbridge in her usual sugary fake sweet voice. "You will be writing lines for me tonight. Your lines will be I must not tell lies."
Harry sat down on the chair and grabbed the quill, it had no feather, but a plastic looking tube in it instead. Harry glanced at Umbridge.
"How many lines Professor?" Harry asked.
"Oh, enough for the message to sink in," Umbrdige giggled. "Oh and you won't be needing any ink."
Harry shrugged and began to write the lines, he glanced out of the window to see Ron flying infront of the quidditch hoops as he blocked a particularly tricky shot from a woman he recognised as Ginny.
After a couple of lines he felt a sudden sensation to scratch the back of his right hand, he ignored it and carried on writing, determined to be done with this detention.
After writing another couple of lines he could now see a rash forming on the back of his writing hand, he saw Umbridge looking at him. However, she did not know that Harry had basically mastered the ability to hide signs of pain in his expression, which had mainly come from him dealing with years of abuse from the Dursley's, so.ething Umbridge did not currently know about him.
He carried on and saw the words he was writing were beginning to etch themselves into his skin, but he kept writing.
Once he had finished writing, he put the quill down and winced a little as his hand felt sore from the words slowly being carved into the back of his hand, the words were only about as deep as small cuts.
Umbridge inspected his writing hand. "Well Mr. Potter, it seems the message hasn't really sunk in yet, I'll be seeing you here tomorrow evening."
Harry immediately left and was shocked to find Ginny standing outside of the defence against the darks arts classroom.
"Hey." Said Harry, trying to smile as to not give anything away.
Ginny didn't say anything but simply tugged on his left arm all the way to a broom closet, she then used some privacy spells and they sat down on some empty wooden crates.
"What happened in their Harry?" Asked Ginny "and don't lie to me." She added
Harry sighed in resignation. "She just made me write lines."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "If it was only lines, why did you walk out of there looking like a kicked puppy."
She's too bloody good at this. Harry thought, she could read him like a book at times and it seemed that his attempted lie had clearly failed to convince his girlfriend that his detention had only been a mundane, yet time consuming task of writing lines on a piece of parchment.
"Please tell me Harry." Said Ginny as she gently placed her hands on Harry's.
She then saw the change in his facial expression when her thumbs brushed over the back of both of his hands, she then slowly lifted the sleeves of his jumper.
Harry didn't protest, there was no point trying, she'd probably just figure it out anyway.
Ginny gapsed when she saw the words etches in cuts on the back of Harry's right hand.
"I must not tell lies," said Ginny quietly.
"She used a blood quill on you?"
"I asusme that's what it was, Umbridge didn't give me any ink to use for writing the lines at all." Said Harry.
Ginny gritted her teeth and Harry thought his girlfriend was about to explode.
"I'm going to murder that woman." She practically spat.
"Ginny," said Harry cautiously. "It's only a few cuts I can live with it."
"You don't understand Harry," began Ginny. "First off blood quills are a class B dark object and only have very limited legal uses, blood is sacred for a magical being and can be used for nefarious purposes, plus the use of it on a minor unwillingly can land you in Azkaban for at least ten years depending on how many times the writer is forced to use it."
When Harry said nothing, Ginny carried on. "You have to tell someone Harry."
"I'm not going to," said Harry. "She'll just know she's won and I won't give her that satisfaction and I don't think anyone can do anything about it anyway."
"Well I bloody well will then." Said Ginny.
Harry hugged Ginny, wanting to calm her down, he knew her heart was in the right place, no one had ever cared so much about him other than maybe Ron, Hermione and Sirius.
"Tell me about the tryouts." Said Harry.
"Well, Ron did quite well," Ginny began. "He was nervy throughout the whole session, but he showed his quality and she recognised that, and I easily bagged a reserved player spot."
"I knew you smash it Gin." Said Harry.
Ginny blushed at the praise. "Angelina told me that considering my talent, I'll be able to challenge for a chaser spot and provide a rotational option, along with being the reserve seeker incase you Mr. Potter get yourself injured again." Ginny joked the last part and Harry chuckled.
"You'll smash it out there Gin." Said Harry with a smile.
"Come on," she said getting up. "We should head back to the Gryffindor common room before someone thinks we've started doing something else."
Ginny winked at him and Harry's heart raced, hopefully they would be doing more naughty stuff in the future.
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SCP-1853 slowly made its way through the thick hedges, its black armour blended with the low light levels, it was practically midnight and he had tracked down the location of Harry Potter.
He kept his shotgun levelled, he had switched his vision from his visor to night vision, he had no clue of any of the threats lurking in the forest. Besides, he was meant to be keeping a low profile since he couldn't pinpoint where Voldemort was still, so he would use his time to keep an eye on Potter.
He moved a large mass of shrubbery and tree branches out of the way, he could see the castle, its candles illuminating it like a fortress in the night sky.
Getting a view from his position of Potter himself would be incredibly difficult from where he was, however he could hopefully spot him in the morning, he could setup somewhere in the forest to rest.
He saw a small hut at the edge of the forest, it was dark and no one seemed to be inhabiting it. He moved forwards towards the hut, scanning for any life forms.
He opened the wooden door and found himself in a somewhat cozy lounge, some chairs were setup in a corner around a large table, the fireplace was empty but still had some wood in it, a small kitchen was off to the side and a large bed was visibly in a small room off to the left of the kitchen.
Once he checked the hut had ko inhabitants, he decided to kip out in the forest, someone was more likely to stumble upon him inside the hut and for once he wished to avoid confrontation.
People thought he was a merciless killer that took out the fury that was in him onto his enemies, but he was also cunning and a highly sentient being, morals just wasn't part of the package.
He found a fallen tree to rest himself on, he propped himself against the log of the tree and slumped down, he didn't really sleep but it allowed him to go through his info on Voldemort.
From what he knew, Voldemort's real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle and his mother died giving birth to him, he ahd not seen Voldemort but knew that he would be able to pick him out from the pack.
With that, SCP-1853 dozed off, his mind no longer whirring with his thoughts.
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Dumbledore apparated to the forbidden forest the next morning, it was around seven o'clock in the morning but he had felt a disturbance in the wards, as if soemone had got in that couldn't be stopped from getting in.
He cautiously approached the forbidden forest, Hagrid was not here to check for himself so he would check his hut first before making his way further into the forest. The hut was as expected, deserted.
Dumbledore furrowed his brow and decided to make his way into the forbidden forest, he was very thankful that most of the creatures were further into the forest. He thought he saw a figure slumped against a fallen tree and he had to double take when he saw them.
They were dressed in an all black suit with a weird skeleton looking structure attached to his back, a black helmet covered its face. It wasn't breathing from what Dumbledore could tell.
He hastily approached the figure, he didn't know where to look for a pulse abd he didn't feel comfortable taking the helmet off. He got up from his place on the grass floor and began to search the perimeter, had this person been attacked.
When he turned away from the figure he heard a shuffling sound, followed by a loud clicking sound.
Without turning around he spoke. "You do not need to fear, I'm not here to hurt you."
He recieved no response and Dumbledore slowly turned himself round to see the figure pointing a muggle shotgun pointed at his head, the barrel bearing down on him. The figure made no indication he heard him.
"You are trespassing the boundaries of my school, and for the safety of the students I would like to know what you are doing here?" Asked Dumbledore calmly.
The figure seemed to react a little, it gripped its weapon a little harder but then it slowly lowered the gun. It did not answer his question.
"You aren't one of Voldemort's death eaters," began Dumbledore, noting the slight reaction that looked like the figure was tensing with anger at the name, more in hatred that fear. "And you certainly aren't of magical origin either."
"I am here to keep an eye on Harry Potter," began the figure in a gruff tone. "I do not wish any harm upon the boy, but I do upon the being that wishes to harm him."
Dumbledore understood, this person was no threat to Harry, something he was indeed worried about.
"There are many things we shall need to discuss," said the figure. "You will see me again someday, and on that day will I reveal everything."
The figure then turned around and held its shotgun against its chest, the barrel pointing downwards as it left through a large blue circle with a black patch in the middle, it looked to Dumbledore like a portal. At least the headmaster was reassured that this person was no threat to Harry, or indeed amytother students.
He made his way back to the castle, he had many other problems and one of them started with Delores Umbridge.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this longer chapter, some more insight and information will be revealed about SCP-1853