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Chapter 47: Harry and Sirius VS Umbridge.
Harry left his parents feeling a little guilty; he hadn't realized they were expecting him to stay in their chambers like he did last year, nor did Harry expect them to go through the trouble of asking Dumbledore to add bedrooms, not that Harry had even realized that was possible. However, Harry wanted to stay in the dorms with his fellow Gryffindors. It wasn't that Harry didn't want to be around his parents. Harry wanted to stay in the dorms like his classmates because it was the normal thing to do, and if he was going to act as if everything was normal, he had to stay in the dormitory. It wasn't like they weren't going to see him at all. Harry planned to spend time with them, not sleep in their chambers.
Fortunately, Ron was waiting for Harry by The Fat Lady's portrait so he could give him the password. When they entered the common room, Hermione was giving a little speech to the first years, telling them where their dorms were and that they could come to her or Ron if they needed help, not in the mood to put up with all the staring Harry was getting, he headed up the stairway to the fifth-year dormitories with Ron following behind him. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were already there and in the process of covering the walls beside their beds with posters and photographs. They had been talking as Harry pushed open the door but stopped when they saw him. Harry wondered whether they had been talking about him, then decided he didn't give a damn whether they were or not.
Harry noticed his trunk made it here before him and walked to it. He took off his hat and tossed it on his bed, along with his bag, then opened his trunk and took out a couple of framed photos he planned to put by his bed. One was the photo of Sirius' graduation class. Loki had magically removed Pettigrew from it, which made it even better, and the other picture was one Sirius took of the three of them on Christmas last year. Harry has never had anything personal around his bed and decided now was a good time to start.
"Hey, Harry," Dean greeted. "Good holiday?"
"It was fine," Harry said, setting the pictures on the end of his bed and digging around his trunk. "You?"
"Yeah, it was okay," Dean replied, flopping down on his bed.
"That's good," Harry said, pulling Regulus' box from his trunk along with a pair of pajamas, then shut it, picked up his pictures, and walked towards the side of his bed, he tossed his pajamas on his bed and set the little box on the bedside table. Sirius had given the box and everything in it to Harry and told him he could either keep it or put it in the attic with everything else. Harry, at first, was going to keep the photos and the Slinky and put the box in the attic, not wanting to keep something with the Black family crest on it, but there was something about the box that attracted Harry to it, almost against his will. He felt like he had found part of himself that was missing. It was weird and frightening, and Harry didn't like it, but he couldn't give up the box despite the fact it made his scar sting a little each time he touched it.
Harry sat his pictures in front of the box, then turned to his bed and began to undress, slipping off his shoes first, then his robes and t-shirt.
"Merlin, Harry, what happened to your back?" Dean asked.
"Dragon," Harry replied, knowing what scars Dean was on about; the three claw marks that went across his back, the ones the dragon had put there during the first task of the Triwizard Tournament last year, were still in the process of fading away, but still visible on his back. Harry hoped in another year or so, they'd be barely visible. He now had more scars than Sirius did tattoos.
"Harry, you need a haircut, mate," Seamus said, and Harry ran his hand through his hair, it had grown over the summer, and was now down a little Harry's shoulders, curling out at the end.
"No, I like it like this, Harry said, slipping off his jeans, and putting on his pajamas, then Harry sat on his bed to pull off his socks. The door opened, and Neville walked in.
"Hey guys," Neville greeted. They all replied with a hey as Harry laid down in bed and closed his curtains; after a moment, the room grew silent, except for a couple of snores, telling Harry his roommates had slowly fallen asleep, but Harry just lay there, staring into the darkness, unable to fall asleep for fear of having nightmares. When he had kept busy over the summer, it had helped him to be too exhausted to dream, but after a week or so, the dreams slowly returned, even when he was exhausted, and then when Sirius got shot, even if it hadn't been a life-threatening injury it scared the hell out of Harry and fueled his worry for his father dying at the hands of Voldemort or one of his minions. Harry's dreams went from replaying the events in the cemetery to Sirius getting killed.
When the sun started to rise, Harry was still awake and just laid there in bed until he heard the others stirring, then got up, showered, dressed, brushed his teeth, put his books in his bag, and slung it over his shoulder, and headed down the dormitory stairs with Ron.
"Harry, you look awful," Was Hermione's greeting when Harry and Ron entered the common room. "Did you sleep at all?"
"Just took me a while to fall asleep." Harry lied, "I'm alright. I'll probably fall asleep early tonight."
"Well, if you're sure," Hermione said, unconvinced but decided not to argue further. "We better go on down to breakfast."
On their way out, they passed Colin Creevey, who was arguing with a first-year on whether or not Harry was telling the truth about Voldemort's return.
"That's probably what most people think," Harry replied. "That I'm lying, with Fudge denying everything, and the only newspaper reporting anything is the Aesir Sun, but no one knows who the articles are written by, so it's unknown how many people believe it."
"Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the last end-of-term feast?" Hermione asked, "About You-Know-Who. He said his gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust —'"
"How do you remember stuff like that?" Ron asked.
"I listen, Ron," Hermione said,
"So do I, but I still couldn't tell you exactly what –"
"I wasn't here." Harry interrupted. "Remember, I left the day after the final task."
"Oh, right, I forgot," Hermione said. "Well, the point is, Dumbledore warned us You-Know-Who would want us to argue among ourselves, and that is exactly what people have been doing instead of uniting together like we should be doing."
"And just like Harry said about the Sorting Hat last night," Ron said. "You're a nutter if you think Gryffindor and Slytherin could ever unite together."
"Well, I think it's a pity we're not trying for a bit of inter-house unity," Hermione said, "At least with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws."
"My girlfriend is a Ravenclaw," Harry said, "I'm doing my part for inter-house unity."
"Harry," Hermione laughed as they turned to head into the Great Hall. To Harry's surprise, Cho stood at the doors waiting for him.
"Hi," Cho said hesitantly, "Harry, can I talk to you for a second, please."
"We'll just go on in," Hermione said, grabbing Ron's arm and dragging him into the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor table.
"I'm sorry," Cho said, "about last night. You scared me when you said you saw something pulling the carriages, but nothing was there."
"It's okay," Harry replied; he couldn't blame Cho. Most people would be frightened if someone they knew saw something no one else could. "I frightened myself; honestly, I don't know what those skeletal horse things were or why I could see them, and no one else could."
"I saw them." a dreamy voice said. Harry and Cho turned to see Luna standing there. "You're talking about the winged horses that pull the carriages."
"You can see them too?" Harry asked.
"Oh yes, I've seen them ever since my first year; they've always pulled the carriages," Luna replied. "You're just as sane as I am." With that, Luna walked on into the Great Hall and towards the Ravenclaw table, and Harry turned to Cho.
"You know, that wasn't as comforting as it was probably supposed to be," Harry said, and Cho smiled.
"I'm going to grab some breakfast; see you later," Cho said. She squeezed Harry's hand, then turned and headed towards her table. Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table. Harry glanced at the head table to see Loki talking to Flitwick, but Sirius wasn't there.
"I wonder where Sirius is," Harry said, sitting across from Ron and Hermione. The latter of the two looked towards the head table.
"He's probably getting things ready for his first class," Hermione said.
"I can't wait to see what Sirius teaches us," Ron said.
At that moment, hundreds of owls flew into the room, bringing letters and packages to their owners. A large brown owl Harry recognized as Andromeda's landed before him with a package tied to its talons. Harry smiled as he relieved the owl's burden, then offered her some bacon. Harry ripped open the package, grinned at the round tin and opened it.
"Brilliant, Ginger Newts," Ron said, helping himself to one without asking, and Harry got himself one, too. He loved Andromeda's biscuits. No matter what kind she baked him, they always tasted good.
"You can't just eat those for breakfast, Harry?" Hermione said, noticing Harry hadn't put any food on his plate yet. Harry shrugged.
"Why not?"
"Because it's unhealthy." a voice behind him said, causing Harry to jump, then a gentle hand laid on his shoulder.
"Harry, are you feeling well?" Loki asked, looking closely at Harry.
"Yeah," Harry said, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
"Harry-"
"I'm fine." Harry said, "Honest, it took me a while to fall asleep last night, that's all." Loki didn't look convinced but let it drop.
"Be sure and get plenty of sleep tonight." Loki replied, "And do not eat that whole tin of biscuits at once. You'll make yourself sick."
"I won't," Harry said as Loki reached into the tin and took one. She bit into it as she walked out of the Great Hall. At that moment, Professor McGonagall started moving along the table, handing out schedules.
"Look at today," Ron said, "History of Magic, Herbology, and Double Defense Against the Dark Arts. Yes, we don't have to wait for Sirius' class."
"Don't get too excited." Fred said, sitting next to Harry, "You'll be wanting to skip classes before long."
"Brilliant, Ginger Newts," George said, sitting on Harry's other side.
"Help yourselves." Harry offered.
"Thanks, Harry." Fred and George said, both taking biscuits out of the tin.
"Why would Ron want to skip classes?" Hermione asked.
"Fifth year is OWL year," George replied.
"So?"
"You've got your exams coming up, haven't you? You'll be working so hard this year, even you will be sick of the library," Fred explained.
"Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to OWLs," George said. "Tears and tantrums… Patricia Stimpson kept coming over faint…"
"Kenneth Towler came out in boils, do you remember?" Fred said.
"That's because you put Bulbadox powder in his pajamas," George reminded him, and Harry snorted.
"Oh yeah," Fred grinned. "I'd forgotten. Hard to keep track sometimes."
"Anyway, it's a nightmare of a year, the fifth," George said. "If you care about exam results, anyway."
"Didn't you two only get three OWLs each?" Ron asked.
"I said if you cared about the results, didn't I?" George replied.
"We feel our futures lie outside the world of academic achievement." Fred shrugged, then he and George stood, grabbed their bags, and left the Great Hall.
"Come on, guys, we better go too," Harry said. He put the lid on the biscuits, put it in his bag, then slung it over his shoulder and stood, then headed out of the Great Hall.
"Do you reckon it's true this year will be tough? Because of the exams?" Hermione asked as they walked down the corridor towards Loki's classroom.
"Oh, yeah," Ron said, "Bound to be. OWLs are important; they affect the jobs you can apply for and everything. We get career advice, too, later this year, Bill told me. So you can choose what NEWTs you want to do next year."
"Do you know what you want to do after Hogwarts?" Harry asked the other two.
"Not really," Ron said slowly. "Except, well, it would be cool to be an Auror."
"Yeah," Harry said.
"But they're, like, the elite," Ron continued. "You've got to be really good. What about you, Hermione?"
"I don't know," she said. "I think I'd like to do something worthwhile."
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure," Hermione said.
"I'm not entirely sure either, to be honest," Harry admitted, "Right now, all I can see in my future is fighting Voldemort; who knows how long that'll take, and if I even survive, I think I'd like to just get away for a while. Travel, maybe."
"Travel," Hermione asked.
"Don't mention this to my parents, but I was chatting with Thor earlier this summer, and he was telling me about his many travels throughout the Nine Realms. I said it sounded like quite the adventure, and he offered to take me once I'm out of school; he said the Bifrost should be fixed by then."
"I don't know about that, Harry," Hermione said, "Loki would have a fit if she knew Thor offered to take you on an adventure through The Nine Realms."
"I know, that's why I'm not mentioning it until I'm a hundred percent sure that's what I want to do," Harry said, "besides, we know it's a big possibility I won't survive-"
"Harry, don't talk like that," Hermione said, looking frightened.
"It's true, we all know it," Harry said, "Out of everyone involved in fighting against Voldemort, I'm the most likely to die." Harry turned and headed into the classroom; Loki was standing at the front of the class, watching the students enter; she smiled at Harry as she watched him take his seat at the front of the room. She still had concern in her eyes as she looked at him, and Harry turned away, not wanting to see it.
"Hello, students," Loki greeted, looking around the room. "This year, we'll be learning about more recent history. I have decided since Voldemort has returned, it's time you learned about the first wizarding war, Voldemort's rise to power, and even about those who fought against him."
Loki paused and looked around the room as if waiting for someone to protest. When no one did, she turned and sat down in her throne-like chair at the front of the room and began to talk.
"I wasn't here throughout the whole war, so I have done a lot of research on the topic and have memorized it all up here." Loki pointed at her forehead. "The war started in the nineteen eighties; Voldemort's rise to power began in the late nineteen seventies, but he had been planning since before then; we'll start there."
Loki waved her hand, and an illusion of a young Tom Riddle appeared. Loki started talking about what information she had found about Voldemort's life after Hogwarts and his slow rise to power. After class, Harry didn't stop to chat; he just waved bye to Loki and left. Then he, Hermione, and Ron went outside to the greenhouses. After an hour of replanting some plants that kept trying to bite their hands, the three friends made their way to the Great Hall for lunch.
They ate silently and quickly, wanting to get done in time to be the first to Sirius' classroom. Once done they grabbed their bags and headed to the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom; upon entering, the first thing Harry noticed was there were no desks, chairs, or any furniture of any kind besides the teacher's desk unless you count the bean bag chairs that sat against the walls on either side. Mats covered the stone floor. The walls were covered in posters with the names of defense spells and some signs showing the effects of dark magic. A practice dummy was also at the front of the room next to Sirius's desk.
Sirius was sitting at his desk, with his feet propped up on it, while he flipped through a book with a thoughtful look on his face. He wearimg Muggle cloths, black jeans, and a button-down shirt that was dark blue and grey striped. When Harry walked over to Sirius' desk, he noticed he only had two things sitting on it: a clipboard with a piece of parchment with the names of everyone in Harry's class and a photo of him and Loki, taken last Christmas, the one where Sirius was kissing Loki's cheek.
"Hey, kiddo." Sirius grinned, then when he looked up at Harry, his smile dropped and turned to a look of concern.
"I'm fine," Harry said before Sirius could ask; then someone at the back of the room loudly cleared their throat, and they turned to see Madam Umbridge standing there holding a pink clipboard with a piece of pink parchment paper clipped to it, and holding a pink feathered quill.
"I suspect you got my note this morning, Professor Black, about this class being my first inspection," Umbridge asked. Sirius lifted his eyebrow.
"Is that what that was? I didn't read it before tossing it in the bin." Sirius replied, his infamous chocky grin forming on his face, as Umbridge wrote something on her clipboard.
"Well, I'll be observing your class and taking notes, then I'll ask you some questions," Umbridge said, "but until then, you can pretend I'm not here. Just go on teaching as you normally would."
"I already planned on doing that," Sirius said as the class began to arrive. "But it's nice to have your permission to do my job." He turned to the class "Leave your bags at the back of the room, and take out your wands,"
Excitement broke among the students as they did what Sirius asked. Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried to set their bags by the back wall and pull out their wands. Harry also took off the fedora and laid it on his backpack. He ran his hand through his hair. As he turned around, Sirius stood in front of his desk, leaning on it with his arms crossed.
"You know by now I assigned you a set of books about various defense magic." Sirius started as the class gathered before him, holding their wands. "There will not be enough time to teach you everything in each book, but I've picked out a few things from each that I think would benefit you to learn."
Sirius paused to reach behind him to pick up his clipboard. The only sound at that moment was Umbridge's writing.
"I have read notes from two of your past teachers and looked through your past grades, and though they were good, and your former professors praised this class as one of the best in defense. I would still like to see for myself and form my own opinion, so for the first part of today's lesson, I will pair you up and have you disarm each other while the other tries to block it. I should be able to get a good idea of how good you are from that, and if I find you good enough, we'll move on to the more advanced magic I wish to teach you."
Sirius started reading off names on his clipboard and pairing people up randomly, so Lavender was paired with Seamus, Hermione with Neville, Harry with Parvati, Dean with Ron, and so on.
"Professor Black, are you sure this is a good idea?" Professor Umbridge asked.
"Of course, how else will they learn?" Sirius asked as he sat his clipboard down.
"But isn't it a bit dangerous to have a bunch of teenagers firing curses at one another?" Umbridge asked.
"It's only the Disarming Spell and Sheild Charm, two spells that won't hurt anyone even if done wrong, which is why I chose them," Sirius said. Umbridge started writing something down as he walked over to Seamus and Lavender.
"Seamus, I want you to cast the Disarming Spell at Lavender (she giggled when Sirius said her name), and Lavender, I want you to cast the Shield Charm and block it on the count of 3….1.2.3."
Lavender and Seamus cast their spells simultaneously, but Seamus was quicker and more powerful, and his Disarming Spell blasted through Lavender's Shield Charm, knocking her wand from her hand and causing it to fly across the room.
"Good job, Seamus," Sirius said, pulling his wand out of his belt. He pointed it at Lavender's wand, and it came zooming toward him. Harry suspected he was only using his wand to hide from Umbridge how good at wandless magic he was and using a summoning charm instead of telekinesis, so it didn't get back to the Ministry; he had abilities wizards usually didn't have.
"Alright, try again," Sirius said, "Lavender, concentrate. Now, go."
Sirius had them keep going until Lavender could block Seamus successfully, then had them switch Lavender, disarming Seamus while he blocked the spell; it took Lavender three tries before she could do it.
"Alright, class, do as Seamus and Lavender (a giggle) just did. Take turns trying to block and disarm each other. I'll walk around the room watching and give corrections. Seamus, you and Lavender continue practicing with each other."
Wands started flying all across the room. While the students took turns casting each spell, Sirius walked around, giving each student tips and instructions. Ron and Dean seemed matched in ability, both able to disarm each other but also good at blocking the other's spell; Hermione kept sending Neville's wand flying across the room and then used the summoning charm to get it back to him. Neville wasn't having any luck disarming Hermione until Sirius spent about ten minutes showing him the right way to stand, the right way to hold his wand, and the proper wand movement to use. Then, finally, Neville had Hermione's wand flying across the room, but sadly, no matter what he did, Neville could not block Hermione. So, Sirius had Lavender and Hermione switch partners, and Neville could block Lavender.
"You got it, Neville," Sirius said before moving on.
Parvati was having the same problem with Harry that Neville did with Hermione. No matter how hard she tried, she could not block Harry's Disarming Spell, so he suggested switching, and it was the same result: Parvati couldn't block Harry's either. When Sirius came to them, he stood and watched for a few minutes before stopping them. When Sirius addressed Parvati, she didn't giggle like Lavender, but Harry noticed she blushed a little.
"Parvati, I believe you know these spells, but Harry is too…well, you need someone different to practice them. Dean, will you come here please," Sirius asked, "Harry, go practice with Ron, please."
Sirius had been right. Parvati had been able to do them. She just couldn't beat Harry to block his magic or disarm him. They went on for thirty more minutes, with Sirius walking the room, giving instructions, and sometimes switching pairs. Then Sirius had everyone stop, and he walked back up to the front of the room and leaned on his desk.
"I'm pleased with what I saw," Sirius said, picking up his book and flipping it open to a marked page. "You guys know enough of the basics, though there is room for improvement, so I suggest, whenever you have the time, practice these spells and any others you learn this year. At the moment, we are going to move on to something new. Get your books, grab a bean bag, and sit in the middle of the floor; I'll tell you about this defense spell I want you to learn."
Umbridge made a noise that sounded like a cough, and Sirius ignored her as he told the class what page to turn to.
"Now, this spell I'm going to teach you is mostly used by Aurors to capture criminals but does come in handy in a duel," Sirius said, "It's called Incarcerous. It's a binding spell, but unlike others, it doesn't immobilize a person. It shoots rope out of your wand and ties up the person you cast it on. I will call you one by one forward, and you can try it out on my friend here." Sirius pointed at the dummy.
"Professor Black, did you not hear me?" Umbridge spoke up after several attempts to get Sirius' attention.
"I'm sorry, but I thought you gave me permission to ignore you," Sirius said.
"Yes, well, I think I have enough to make my decision," Umbridge said, walking towards Sirius. "Just a few questions, and I'll go," Sirius said nothing, so Umbridge went on. "This is your first year teaching here, but you were here last year?"
"I was; Professor Dumbledore asked me to come in and provide some extra security because of the tournament," Sirius answered. Umbridge wrote something else down on her clipboard.
"What is your age?" Umbridge asked.
"Will be 39 in November," Sirius replied.
"And you and Professor Ikol are in a romantic relationship?" Umbridge asked. "You two share chambers, but you are not married?"
"You're asking some awfully personal questions," Sirius said, " That has nothing to do with my teaching ability, so I feel I don't have to answer them." Umbridge wrote something on her clipboard.
"Just one more question then, Professor Black. " Umbridge said, "Did Dumbledore give you the Ministry's suggestion as to what book to assign the students this year?"
"He did Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard," Sirius said, his lip curling in an almost Snape-like fashion, "Out of curiosity, I ordered myself one and read it."
"And?" Umbridge said.
"It was utter rubbish," Sirius said, "Not a thing in it about using defense spells, how to do them, what they do, their counter curses, nothing but theory and nonsense."
"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge laughed. "Why, I can't imagine any situation arising that would require the use of a defensive spell. Surely you're not expecting the students to be attacked during class?"
"Not in class, no," Sirius said, "but this is Defense Against The Dark Arts. It's my job to teach these students to protect themselves; though it's highly unlikely they will be attacked in class, there are chances when off school grounds."
"Oh, I highly doubt that." Umbridge said, "I know you think you're doing your job by teaching students these spells, and I wish not to criticize how Dumbledore has been allowing this class to be taught, but I thought, you, who comes from such a respectable family," Sirius narrowed his eyes at that. "You would be a more responsible teacher; look at the history of those who taught before you, how irresponsible they were, not to mention one was an extremely dangerous half-breed."
"Remus Lupin is not dangerous." Sirius said, his voice cold, "and hasn't been the defense teacher for almost three years. There is no reason to bring him into your little vendetta against Dumbledore and his staff, now, unless you have a real question, I wish to get back to teaching."
"Professor Black," Umbridge said in a voice that would suggest she was talking to a toddler. "I must insist that you teach from the book the Ministry suggested-"
"I'm not teaching from that rubbish," Sirius argued; he sounded as if he was getting angry, and Harry had a sudden fear that he might do something to end up in Azkaban again. "My students can not learn-"
"It is the view of the Ministry that theoretical knowledge will be more than sufficient," Umbridge said, and Sirius growled, sounding a lot like his animagus form.
"These kids can not learn to defend themselves with theoretical knowledge." Sirius snapped, and Umbridge cut him off with a high-pitched laugh.
"And what do you expect them to have to defend themselves from?" Umbridge asked.
"From anyone wishing to do them harm," Sirius said.
"The world isn't a dangerous place," Umbridge said.
"The world may not be a dangerous place, but there are dangerous people in it." Sirius counted.
"Oh, I see where you're going with this," Umbridge said as she turned to the class. "You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead –"
"He wasn't dead," Harry said, "but yeah, he's returned!"
"Mr. Potter, that'll be ten points from Gryffindor for talking out of turn," Umbridge said.
"And twenty points to Gryffindor, Harry, for alerting people to danger," Sirius said, glaring at Umbridge when she turned to him.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor for telling lies," Umbridge said. Sirius got off his desk with such a mad look Umbridge took a step back.
"Fifty points for telling the truth," Sirius said.
"Professor Black, my report on you to Minister Fudge is already not going to be a good one. I would suggest you not go any further with undermining me. It may lead to serious consequences," Umbridge said.
"It will not," Harry shouted, jumping to his feet in fear and anger. "You leave my dad alone."
"Mr. Potter, sixty points for back-talking a Ministry official," Umbridge said, "Do you wish for your house hourglass to be empty? Keep it up with your disrespect and lie-telling."
"I am not lying," Harry shouted, "I saw Voldemort return. I fought him."
"Detention, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees you are not in danger from any Dark wizard."
"It's not a lie," Harry said.
"Harry isn't a lair; I saw Voldemort myself," Sirius said, "Reigna and I both did. We saved our son from another attempt on his life; believe what you want, I don't care, but you will not interfere in the way I teach, the set of books I choose is on the board of governors approved list, you don't like it, take it up with them, and Harry will not be at any detention Friday."
"I must warn you now, interfering with my inspection of this school may not only lead to you losing your job but also could carry up to five months in Azkaban," Umbridge said.
"It will not," Harry said, unable to keep the fear from his voice; his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Don't worry, Harry, Azkaban couldn't hold me last time, and it won't again," Sirius said, "Not when your life is in danger. Nothing in this world can stop me from protecting my son." The last part was said to Umbridge.
"To protect him from what?" Umbridge said, "Imaginary Dark Wizards?"
"To protect him from Voldemort," Sirius shouted.
"Professor Black, I urge you not to raise your voice at me. I will have to put it in your report," Umbridge said. "I repeat, there has been no return of dark wizards."
"There has, too," Harry said, "You're just too damn scared to admit the truth."
"I can see arguing with you over this will get me nowhere," Umbridge said, "Mr. Potter, I'll be speaking to your head of house about your behavior."
"He's not going to any detentions," Sirius said.
"Oh, yes, he is, Professor Black. I have the authority to give them, and he will show up or face higher consequences, and as for you." She began writing something down. "I am afraid I'll have to give the Minister a bad report about you if you're lucky; perhaps you'll only get probation."
"Bitch." Harry mumbled.
"That's ten more points," Umbridge said. "Hold your tongue, Mr. Potter, or else you'll be in detention all year," Umbridge said.
"Out, " Sirius said, "Just get the hell out of my classroom so I can do my job; you've wasted enough of our time."
Madam Umbridge hurriedly wrote something else down before she turned and left the room, slamming the door on the way out; conversations broke out among the students as Harry walked over to Sirius.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked. Sirius turned to Harry and smiled.
"I'm fine." He replied. "Are you?"
"Of course," Harry said, and Sirius nodded; he was quiet for a moment, then he smirked and turned to Harry.
"Harry," Sirius said, "A hundred points to Gryffindor for not backing down from the truth and sticking up for your favorite professor ."
"We're both going to be in trouble with the Ministry," Harry said; Sirius shrugged.
"Not much they can do; we're both famous heroes." Sirius grinned and put his arm around Harry. "Why don't you be the first to try out that spell?"
"Alright," Harry said, pulling out his wand and walking over to the dummy. He pointed it at it, and the students went silent to watch.
"Incarcerous,"
Ropes shot out of the end of Harry's wand and wrapped around the dummy, and Sirius grinned.
"Brilliant, Harry." Sirius cheered. Then, one by one, Sirius started calling the students up to try. When the bell rang and the class was over, the students gathered their bags and left the classroom, feeling excited. That had been the best Defense Against The Dark Arts class they'd ever had, in their opinion. They also decided Sirius Black wasn't someone you want to mess with.
Harry stayed back, pulled out the tin of Ginger Newts from his bag, and offered Sirius some; after what had just happened, Harry didn't want to leave Sirius alone just yet. He wanted to make sure his dad wasn't still mad or would go off and do something stupid, Harry didn't think he'd be able to handle it if he lost either of his parents, not when they just become a family.
AN: I took a little inspiration from how Harry teaches the DA in the book for how Sirius teaches, and if it seemed like Sirius was mostly ignoring Harry, he wasn't, he just knows Harry can do those spells and more, so he was focusing more on watching the kids he didn't know, he kept changing pairs because he was trying to match the kinds up with someone closer to their level, it helped him be able to tell if they knew those spells. However, I can imagine none of them would match Harry, with him being half God and Loki and Sirius already teaching him a lot of advanced magic, as well as Loki's kind of magic.
I decided not to have Seamus doubting Harry or arguing with him over whether or not Voldemort has returned, not with Loki's newspaper saying he returned and stuff, his mum doesn't doubt Harry and Dumbledore like in the books, plus I just didn't want to add something else for Harry to deal with, and I kind what the Gryfindors to be a little more loyal to their fellow Gryfindors than in the books.
