Chapter 11: Here comes trouble
Note: Please excuse the error on my last chapter. I meant for Umbridge to say, 'This is school, Mr. Zabini, not the real world.' Not Mr. Potter.
After the meeting, they went to dinner in the Great Hall, with none of them looking happy. As they ate along with the student body, Minerva and Harry found themselves in a discussion about his new responsibilities. "In addition, I would like for you to occasionally take over and demonstrate some of the new spells for the fifth years and up."
"Yeah, I was right. You are definitely enjoying this," commented Harry. This was met with a smile from her. "Also, by tomorrow morning, you'll have the graded essays for the fifth and sixth years."
"I appreciate it," Minerva gave a genuine smile.
They finished their meals for the evening and went about their business, or in Harry's case, he went to the RoR. Sitting behind his desk, he pulled out the remaining sixth-year Transfiguration papers and started grading. Fully aware that it wouldn't be long before the students could arrive, he decided to take comfort in the quiet the room afforded him. As expected, ten minutes later, the students started piling in, several of them consisting of fifth years and up. All of whom pulled out their homework assignments.
Taking some time to finish what he was doing, Harry noticed how a handful of the students seemed uncomfortable and had a theory of why.
"All right, everyone quills down," he said in an even tone. Then, once their eyes were on him, he resumed, "I take it you all had your taste of this year's curriculum for Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
They all nodded, and a good handful of them frowned. Some looked about, ready to rant and rave.
"Well, let me begin by stating that neither I nor any of the other Professors are any happier about this than you are—any of you," looking around the room. "It's an agony to admit, but for the time, this is the way things are going to happen."
"But Professor," one of the students to the left shot out of her seat, "we're not learning anything. She's only been here for less than a week and has stated that we will not be learning any new spells."
"Your mother works in the Examination department within the Ministry, correct?" He asked the seventh-year Ravenclaw. She replied with a curt nod. "Did she give you any type of warning about what would happen this year?"
"Only that the new educational department was sending someone to teach Defense this year," she answered, a little confused about what he was getting at.
"And who created it? Who funded his campaign?"
Her eyebrows disappeared as her eyes became wide in realization.
"Exactly!" Harry saw that she understood what he was saying, "the Minister, in his infinite amount of wisdom, wants to renew the public's faith in him and has sent his dogs to ensure that the Ministry is still in control."
Another person spoke, "but that doesn't make any sense."
"Doesn't it?" Shifting his gaze to the source. "Fudge is an idiot who has only been able to maintain his position of power because of his friends. After losing so much money, a villa, and having his reputation damaged. He's trying to save face by making an example of this school by having it under his control."
Aaron, Daphne, Katie, and a few others shared a knowing look as they suspected something else was at play.
Harry continued, "come Monday. Things will get much more heated as he just passed an Educational Decree granting her more power. I'd advise you all to be careful, as this is just the beginning."
Angelina raised her hand, "isn't there anything we can do? This is my N.E.W.T. year, and if the Ministry is going to interfere, then my future isn't going to look very bright."
"It's not just you, as this is a core class. We need a decent grade to start our future careers," someone from the other side of the room said. "The Ministry can say whatever it likes, but something is indeed happening out there."
Several people nodded in agreement. The Ministry has directly or indirectly made things difficult these past few years and caused some significant problems.
"Believe me, everyone," Harry began, "where if things were different, then Umbridge would never have been allowed to become a teacher here. I understand your anger and concerns; however, we have little choice but to deal with this. Don't worry; I will do whatever I can to help minimize Delores's rule. Just so we're clear, I hate Fudge and Delores and will never support them. But, if they think I'll sit by and do nothing while they do god knows whatever to any of you, they have another thing coming. As long as I breathe, then I will fight them every step of the way. This is my promise to all of you."
Many of them openly thanked him, while the others silently applauded. This unknowingly helped Harry a lot as their respect for him grew. The people who knew him the most knew that he always kept his word.
Everyone, save for a couple of them, headed towards their common rooms when it was all said and done. Lilith strapped her backpack to herself and adopted a serious expression, "there's more, isn't there?"
"Sadly, yes," Harry responded, leaning back into his chair, "Delores has taken the dark mark and is a death eater."
His answer shocked them to stillness as they'd never expected that to come out of him. Sure they knew Delores was a pureblood supremacist and despised 'half-breeds' given her stance against werewolves. Their parents had warned them about her as she was known to be cruel and downright horrid to people she thought were inferior. In the past, she would walk over anyone she could because of her closeness with so many powerful people. However, that has apparently changed in recent years as the people she'd like to threaten and bully rebelled against her. Despite taking multiple blows to her reputation, they never pegged her for a death eater.
"Are you sure?" Blaise asked.
I'm positive," Harry replied. "I could sense the dark mark on her left arm, and she carries a faint trace of Voldemort's magical signature. It surrounds her, though I shouldn't be surprised as he tortured her with the cruciatus curse."
"How do you know that?" Adrian wondered.
Harry cast a look at Luna, who nodded, sucking in a breath, "as you guys already know, I can sense magic, but what some of you don't know is that I possess the ability to read it with only a glance. Elemental sight!"
"Woah," Neville, Aaron, Tracey, Lilith, and Astoria said together. "So all this time, you've been able to accurately read what type of magic is being released?" Came Neville.
"There are limits, but essentially yes, and it's not limited to just spells, but potions and magical creatures as well." He grudgingly admitted. "You can probably guess why I was so reluctant to reveal this ability."
Aaron cleared his throat, "putting that aside…," having a hard time adjusting to the new information, "…we still have to deal with Umbridge."
"Maybe not," Harry commented, feeling relief at the change in topic. The others gave him a bewildered look, "there might be a way to get out of taking her class."
"How?" Emily asked while spotting the thoughtful expression on his face.
Summoning the Hogwarts by-laws, then briskly turning its pages, he finally stopped locating the section he was searching for on page 173. "Read this," flipping the book around and pointing to the paragraph.
They silently read and couldn't stop the mischievous smiles from forming. Joining the fray, he added, "this also constitutes to you, Em."
"What do you mean?" She asked, feeling both ecstatic and confused.
He answered, "because you're still considered a student of Mahoutokoro, you have to take their courses, meaning the syllabus from Umbridge is useless." Seeing her smile, he turned to the rest, "since Adrian is not here, we'll have to tell him as well. I'd also recommend getting a signed permission slip from your parents."
"Hang on," Susan said, pausing the motion within the room. "Are you sure this is legit? I mean, really legal?"
"It is," Harry confirmed. "One second," teleporting away, leaving them shocked at what he could do, only to reappear with a couple of papers in his hands. "Here are the permission slips. Anyone of age will have to add their signatures, and it will be authentic."
"Can I get ones for Katie, Angelina, and Alicia?" Aaron asked, his eyes brightening with hope.
Thinking for a minute, "send them to my office after breakfast tomorrow. Luna, I'll be speaking with your dad in the afternoon. With any luck, he'll agree to have you removed from DADA."
The dreamy smile on her face shined brightly, "thank you, Harry." She started fiddling with the necklace Neville gave her before term began. It was a beautiful necklace that kept the dimensional creatures away and prevented any harassment from coming her way.
Giving her a curt nod, "remember, keep this quiet for a while. Let's see how Umbridge responds Monday after the new decree is put into effect."
They silently laughed as that pink monstrosity had no idea what she was in for.
"Now get back to your common rooms and hope you do not run into Filch. He likes to patrol the seventh-floor corridors for students who are out of their common rooms. Emily, you stay behind they're a couple of things we need to talk about."
A curious look formed on her face as she wondered what he wanted to talk to her about. Everyone else left after applying the disillusionment charm.
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Sunday passed relatively quickly, with the students trying to enjoy the pleasant atmosphere of the castle. Somehow word got out about what happened to Professor Umbridge in the Headmaster's office, and a good portion of the students laughed at the idea of her being mauled by Harry's tiger. Evidently, the only people in the room at the time were the professors, Fudge, and three Aurors. Seeing as the Ministry officials were gone and the professors were keeping quiet, people were trying to get the information from Harry. The only response they would get out of him was a grin, almost like he was trying to hold back his amusement at the memory. Delores returned later that afternoon with all her scratches healed and a prosthetic similar to the ones Lord's Crabbe and Goyle received. Whenever she saw Harry, her face would turn red with anger, and the veins on her forehead became visible.
Other than that, he did what he promised and paid a visit to Xenophilius at his new house, where he explained the situation at Hogwarts concerning Delores teaching Defense this year. Convincing him was relatively simple, and he signed the permission slip. Then, he went to speak with Ulrich at Moon manor about his sister. Thankfully, his parents were home, so he wouldn't have to explain it twice. Ulrich and Lilith's parents were positively furious, especially their mother, who was angrier than her husband as she worked on the Ministry's budget committee. Having had multiple run-ins with the woman at work and Ministry balls, she knew how the woman was.
"Ulrich, I made you a promise and will keep it, not only because of our agreement, but Lilith is a friend and shouldn't be made to suffer."
"I appreciate everything you're doing for us, Lord Potter," Ulrich's father said, though the tension he was feeling was coming off in waves. "Understand that should things become too difficult, then I will pull her out of school. I will do anything to protect my family and will not have my youngest be made an example."
"Agreed," Harry acknowledged, "and before you consider removing her… it's best to ask what she would want. But I should warn you that Fudge and Delores will come down hard on everyone at Hogwarts that opposes them. Delores, especially as she has a personal vendetta against me."
"That's nothing new," Ulrich replied, "the cow was quite miffed with the number of times you've beaten her. And considering that she's Fudge's number 2, whatever he apparently says goes, and she will do anything to enforce his rule."
"I'm afraid that it goes much deeper than that," he hesitantly stated, "and you three are not going to like it." Then, they leaned in closer with rapped attention, "she's a death eater."
Their expressions hardened, with Ulrich's being the most severe.
"Are you sure?" He knew that Umbridge was a personal friend of Lord Malfoy and the other members of his group, but he never expected them to be this close.
"Positive," Harry nodded.
"Then this situation is a lot more serious than we originally thought," Ulrich turned to his parents, who had both anger and concern written on their faces. "How long do you think she's been one of them? Do you believe that Fudge knows about her?"
"I am unsure of both of your questions," responded Harry, understanding what they were thinking. "Even if we prove that she's taken the dark mark, it's not enough to get her convicted, and I'd imagine that Fudge will do anything to keep her out of Azkaban."
"Why do you say that?"
Before he could respond, Ulrich's father beat him to it, "because she's a member of his office, and this will bring a lot of heat towards him. And knowing Fudge, he would do just about anything to avoid any bad press." He angrily said.
"So we're basically stuck?" Ulrich dejectedly replied.
"Not necessarily…" Harry took some time to think, "… there might be a way to lessen both of their influences and give the people some insight into what Fudge is doing. But I will need your help."
"We're listening," Mr. Moon narrowed his eyes as Harry explained what he was thinking.
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Predictably Monday came, and with it, the new educational decree that had Delores smiling so hard as if Christmas had come early. Not caring for failing to acknowledge the expressions of the other professors, she strolled through the castle's halls like she owned the place. To her, it felt like she'd won this round by cementing her position amongst the students.
A large crowd formed outside the Great Hall while several others were sitting down looking at the crystals as it projected the morning news: Educational Reform done at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The students watched as the Minister of Magic elaborated on legitimizing a new educational decree detailing how Delores Umbridge was appointed the first-ever High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. It gave her the power to inspect, examine, and remove any Professor she deemed incompetent for failing to teach the Ministry-approved curriculum.
"Madam Delores Jane Umbridge has been offered this position in addition to her own teaching post, and we are delighted to say that she has accepted. By accepting the position, Professor Umbridge will be able to address the 'falling standards' of Hogwarts school. This shall also enable her to stage interventions when needed and ensure that nothing inappropriate is being taught to the impressionable students in Professor Dumbledore's care. Any and all inspection reports will be delivered to the Department of Magical Education, where they will be carefully reviewed to decide if any actions are to be taken. To the citizens of Great Britain, this is nothing but me trying to ensure the safety and futures of our children," Fudge said.
"I can watch no more of this garbage," Tracey turned her attention away from the screen as some of the parents, Lords, and Ladies went to voice their opinions on approving or disapproving of what the Minister was doing. "That pompous overweight git is only out for power and to control us," she ranted.
"Believe me, Trace, none of us are happy," Daphne said while picking her omelet. Then, spying over at the Slytherin table to see that Draco, Theo, Pansy, Vincent, and Gregory were in high spirits. "Great, those idiots are going to be a nightmare," gesturing to their fellow Slytherins. The other groaned in annoyance.
"Well, look at it this way we no longer have to take her class anymore," Susan felt like that was the only silver lining for the day. It hurt a little that some of her friends in Hufflepuff were left out of the plan, but she understood why. "However, I have a feeling that she's only getting started. Aunt Amy told me that she was vying for more power within the school and that Fudge is looking for ways to remove Harry from being the school's owner."
"If Fudge wants to remove Harry, then he'd better prepare for the backlash," Blaise adopted a dark expression that promised pain.
"Agreed," came Neville, who had a similar expression, then shifting his gaze elsewhere, "speaking of which, where is he?" Looking up at the Head table.
"Hmm. Good question," Daphne inspected her nails. In his apartment yesterday, a whirlwind of anger came off of him as his magic was released in waves. She did not know what made him so angry, but it was similar to what occurred after his aunt died. No doubt a cause to be concerned about as she knew how bad things got when he released his dark side.
"Come to think of it, has anyone seen Emily?"
They looked around the Ravenclaw and other tables to see that she was nowhere in sight.
"Imma take a guess and say that she's with him," Blaise grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. "No use in wondering about it now. We got fifteen minutes to get to class."
Releasing a deep sigh, Tracey stood up, "at least History of Magic is tolerable with Aunt Roxanne." The rest of them got up and went to their first period.
Away from the castle, Harry and Emily were currently sitting in Griphook's office at Gringotts, waiting for someone in particular. The latter took her brother's hand and sent a soothing amount of magic to calm his anger. Since their little meeting two days ago, he'd been angry, with good reason, as they read the investigative report he got from Fudge. Apparently, the investigation turned up a man named Stanley Shunpike as the one responsible for sending the Dementors after Harry and his sister. But, of course, they thought differently, particularly Harry, as he knew full well the man was merely taking the fall for someone. His M.O. did not paint him as smart enough to pull something off as cunning or dangerous as sending Dementors. Furthermore, he had no ties to anyone at the Ministry. Something else was happening, and he would find out what and the real person who was responsible.
"I'm fine big bro," Emily attempted to ease his tension by giving a reassuring smile. However, she could sense his inner anger, fueling his mind with dark ideas about what he'd do to the person who tried to have them kissed. "Nothing is going to happen to me."
"I will ensure that you are prepared for the worse…and when I find out who decided to come after you, I will make them suffer more than humanly possible." The dark, cold tone in his voice and the fierceness in his eyes showed that he was dead serious.
No one attacks his family, and lives to tell about it. Anyone foolish enough to think he'd sit idly by had another thing coming as they will be utterly punished, most severely.
Any future talk was squashed when the door opened, "sorry to make the both of you wait, but these two were in the middle of finalizing another agreement." Griphook closed the door and introduced the people standing behind him.
Harry raised an eyebrow upon seeing the one to the left. He seemed to be in his early forties. "Spinnet? Any relation to Alicia Spinnet?"
"Yes, that is my daughter Mr. Potter," the man said proudly, puffing his chest up.
A light chuckle escaped his lips, "your daughter has a pair of strong arms and has quite a temper," he replied, eliciting the man to laugh.
"That's my girl! She's spoken highly of you, though her description of you doesn't do you justice. I saw your trial over the summer and am glad to see that someone put that self-important fool in his place."
"He had it coming," the man standing beside him said. Like so many others, he had plenty of reasons to hate the Minister and his secretary. Because of her law, his older brother was in Azkaban for being a werewolf. It's not A.J.'s fault that he was turned into a werewolf. Shaking those thoughts away, he cleared his throat and went into business mode.
How may we be of service to the two of you today? Turning from Harry to Emily. He got a letter from Gringotts saying that a wealthy client wanted to see them about buying a home abroad.
"A profitable one," Emily answered, rising to her feet. "My brother wishes to have a villa built outside the country."
Both of their eyes suddenly became wide, shining brightly, "well, normally we have to take into account the where and what kind of villas our clients wish to purchase as they'll cost a considerable amount of gold. To have one built in a different country, along with the style and design, combined with when you'd want it done, will be nothing short of expensive."
"I'm not concerned about the cost. I just want to know if it can be done quietly," Harry casually replied.
"Any transactions regarding our oversea properties are confidential," the man confirmed. "Since you've requested my firm as your contractor, I can safely assure you that no other parties will have access to what you want in your name. Furthermore, the members of my construction team swear a magical oath to ensure that no outside party will be informed of our client's properties."
"The only time your name will come up is on the deed of the house," Mr. Spinnet added.
Then with a grin, Harry reached into his watch and motioned for Emily to take control; she reached into her watch and pulled out the blueprints for the villa he wanted. She told them where and what the overall villa was expected to be: a luxurious modern two-story home in a secluded location away from prying eyes near lake Maggiore with seven bedrooms, 5.5 bathrooms, a home office, a spacious kitchen with a walk-in pantry, basement/potions room, etc.
This continued for the next two hours, with Harry adding some insight into what he wanted the villa to have. But mostly, he allowed Emily free reign over the villa's interior design, like ceramic tiles, how the living room was supposed to look, along with the bedrooms, bathrooms, everything. His lips formed a smile as he watched her go; if she ever wanted to pursue a career after retiring as a singer, she'd make a damn good real estate agent and home designer.
After she was done, Mr. Spinnet whistled while his boss looked on the verge of fainting, "for such a villa will originally take until late December with a single crew. However, for an extra 15 percent, I can have it done quicker."
Curling his lips, Harry replied, "I'll give you an extra 20 percent if you have it done in early November," negotiating a quicker time for the home to be built."
"Oh, my pacemaker," placing a hand over his heart as he became weak in the legs and required his associate's help to remain standing.
"Come on, boss. Stay with me here," Mr. Spinnet felt he would be celebrating long and hard tonight.
A big grin appeared on Harry's face, "I can see you need some time to process…" Quickly the man regained his composure and stood tall.
"Mr. Potter, I promise you won't regret this," completely ecstatic as the waves of his happiness washed off him as he joyously laughed. "I will have my team begin immediately."
"All right, then I will show you the location where I want it to be," getting out of the chair and asking the two to place their hands on his shoulders while holding out his outstretched right hand to Emily. A moment after she took it, he teleported them to the area.
The warm air blew across their faces in a gentle breeze. The area was perfect as it would afford the utter definition of privacy and presented a good view of the lake. He could say a lot about his ancestors, but they knew how to pick secluded areas. What stood out was that the area they were in was a magical hotspot. This would enable him to set up the wards and other protective enchantments.
"What do you think? Can it be done?" He asked the pair of them.
With a warm smile, they said, "we can begin within the hour. I can create a scale model of what it will look like?" Harry gave a curt nod. Together they took out their wands, discussed the house, pulled their magic's together, and with a couple of waves, conjured a scale model of the villa in the area.
Harry inspected it and found the outside of it to be perfect. Then he went to check the inside with a wave of his hand, the roof levitated, revealing the inside of the villa.
"Well done," levitating the roof back in place. Then, seeing that he was satisfied, he shrank the model, put it in his watch, and teleported them back to Griphook's office. "How much am I looking at?"
"Please understand that to build a villa of such quality, the time in which you want it done, along with everything else, will be most expensive indeed," the man in charge began with a warm smile after pulling out his shrunken briefcase from his pocket then added a resizing charm. Unclipping it, he pulled out a muggle calculator, handed it to his associate, and allowed him to calculate the price.
"In total, you're looking at 51,370,000 galleons," he looked up at Mr. Potter.
Harry's eyes widened at the steep price, "all right. I'll sign the paperwork and have the funds transferred. I will even provide the portkeys you will need."
Reaching into the briefcase, the man pulled out a stack of papers and handed them over, "Please sign in the designated areas."
Griphook provided a quill and bottle of ink so Harry could get started. He carefully read the contract and fill in the required areas with his signature.
"Inform me when I can expect it to be done," handing the paperwork back and turning to Griphook. "Do you have any stones or anything you don't need?"
"Of course, of course," reaching into one of the drawers of his desk, he pulled out a large sack, "they're sixteen stones in this bag."
"Thank you, my friend," opening the bag, Harry waved his hand over the stones, turning them into portkeys before handing them over. "If you require anything else, send a letter. Otherwise, we will take out leave. Come on, sis, we're out of here."
The two exited the room and were about to reach the elevator when they came face-to-face with Bianca. "Good morning, Bianca. I hope to find you in good health today," giving a warm smile. They had a friendly relationship, with her being Ulrich's fiancé and them being friends with him and Lilith and providing her with orbs to protect her house.
"Yes, thank you for asking," returning the smile. However, it quickly vanished as she pulled them into her office, "I've been following what's been happening at Hogwarts. Having that woman in any position of power is nothing short of a big mistake and having her at Hogwarts is a nightmare waiting to happen."
"Wait, you know about Umbridge and what's happening at school?" The shocked expression on Emily's face was rewarded with a low growl.
"Ugh, that bitch is the worst. From the times I've met her, I wanted nothing more but to toss her ugly butt into a volcano." The ire in her voice said she wanted to do just that. "As for how I know my future sister-in-law and I do exchange letters."
"Back to Umbridge," Harry wanted to get back on track. "I am working on her and her boss, but I have to be careful that none of the students get caught in the crossfire."
"Smart," she praised. They continued talking for another hour with her about what Umbridge was doing. Bianca only knew part of the information, requiring Harry to fill in some of the blanks. The topic then changed into something pleasant with the duo asking if she knew any good furniture stores. Positively elated, she gave them catalogs from well-known furniture stores outside of Britain. "These places have everything a person could ever want and more. I recommend starting with the store in France."
"Thanks, Bianca," Emily put the catalogs in her watch. Together the duo exited the bank and went back to school.
"Go ahead to herbology," he gave her a pass and sent her off. Meanwhile, he went to teach Charms with Filius.
The rest of the day passed without much fuss. Filius had him grading the fifth and seventh-year essays, which he suspected the other two professors enjoyed so they could have more time to prepare for their own lessons.
In another part of the castle, Astoria and Emily were sharing a discussion with their friends on the first floor near the Hall.
"It's still hard to believe that your brother is the youngest Master Duelist ever," a girl in the middle chimed with stars in her eyes. "Man, if he and Greengrass weren't dating, then I might have had a chance…" she trailed off.
"Not on your life Amanda," bit back. "You have about as much chance of getting a date with my brother as Fudge getting a second term. There are other fish in the sea, you know." Much like the other girls in school, some of her friends held a certain amount of affection toward Harry.
Emily noticed how the number of fans he had increased at the start of term, with several of the older years trying to get a date or desiring to spend more time with him. However, unbeknownst to them, Harry only had eyes for Daphne, and after getting to know the girl knew she was territorial. While not vain she certainly protected what she had and was territorial.
Astoria was thinking something quite similar, "if I know my sister well enough—she will not hand him over without a fight."
To her response, they had solemn expressions. Unfortunately, the mood plummeted further when Emily sensed the presence of one of the few people in the world she'd wished to avoid. "Here comes trouble," nodding towards Umbridge, who was making a b-line towards them.
Delores's sugary sweet smile sent shivers down some of their backs. As she approached the group of students, her eyes were directly trained on Emily. "Hem, hem. Ms. Stevenson, you have detention tonight."
"For what?" Narrowing her eyes at the foul woman.
The sugary smile Delores gave almost seemed predatory, "you skipped my class this morning and left school without permission. Your detention will be after dinner." She turned around, ready to leave.
"No. I will not serve detention with you," Emily said, causing the woman to turn back.
"That will be twenty points for talking back. I am the High Inquisitor and will be respected."
"I will respect those who have earned it," she bit back. "I wasn't in your class this morning because I was away on family business. Professor Flitwick had already been made aware that I'd be gone and excused me from my morning classes."
"A likely story—if you were gone, then I should have been informed," her smile held though her eyes said something else. "Where were you then?"
"That is none of your concern as it was family business, and you are not family," Emily's face remained neutral, despite resisting the urge to tell her to fuck off.
"Another day of detention and ten more points from Ravenclaw," the smile faltered. "I see you have your brother's arrogance."
"You'll find I have many qualities for you to dislike," Emily replied, "and I will not be serving detention with you. If you have any further issues, then talk to Professor Flitwick," spinning on her heels, she and the others walked in the Hall leaving a flabbergasted Umbridge alone.
Recovering, she marched off to find Professor Flitwick and let him know that a member of his refused her detentions.
At the beginning of dinner, the students ate and talked to one another, having their individual discussions. By now the members of Ravenclaw heard about what happened between Professor Umbridge and Emily. Even though some were unhappy, others understood as they did not like the woman either. Professor Flitwick came in a short while later with a frowning Delores's. The diminutive professor was displeased with his new colleague for assigning unjustified detention to one of his eagles and for taking points away. He told Ms. Stevenson her detentions were canceled, much to the displeasure of Delores, and as she went to the head table, he warned her that he might not be able to save her next time.
"So, you and Harry met my father at Gringotts to discuss the possibility of having a villa built abroad?" a stunned Alicia looked at the younger girl who silently ate her soup.
"That's right! Hopefully, it'll be done before December," grabbing her goblet, Emily drank some water. Harry said she could pick out the furniture and decide where everything would go; she raised her head and smiled. "My brother is good at many things, but picking furniture for a house isn't one of them."
A smile formed on Daphne's face, "would you like some help picking out furniture?"
"You'd have to ask him," Emily casually shrugged her shoulders. "He may have put me in charge of renovations, but it is still his house."
Their senses were drawn to the dozen or so barn owls coming through the window. They landed in front of the teens and stretched out one of their legs with letters attached. After untying the letters, they saw the golden seal of the Ministry of Magic. "Finally, they're here," Angelina exclaimed.
She was the first to open her envelope and pull out the letter inside. A big smile flashed across her face.
"Judging by your expression, I say you've been approved," Katie teased, pulling out her own letter as did the others.
"Hallelujah, our applications were approved," came an excited Tracey.
"We can now drop Umbridge's class," Luna added, her dreamy expression shining bright.
They each got up wearing mischievous smiles and headed towards the head table drawing attention from some of the students who were eating. Dumbledore was the first to notice the group and had a feeling that things were about to get interesting. "Why, hello. Is there something you all require?"
"No, we're just here to inform you that from this point onward that we will no longer be taking Defense Against the Dark Arts," an all too happy Adrian ignored the shocked expressions from the professors. Aaron soon followed up.
"Per the school's by-laws, we are well within our rights to drop the course and seek an alternative."
"Hem, hem," coughed Delores, whose false sweet smile looked on the verge of cracking. "I'm afraid that I miss understood you, Mr. Vaisey," her voice was noticeably louder, likely because Daphne used wandless magic to add a sonorous charm to her. "You cannot drop my class as it is a core subject."
The students in the Hall were whispering about the prospect of being able to drop a class should they not like it or seek a different professor.
"That is where you are wrong as we can…" Daphne said, "…our reason is that we are not learning anything useful for our end-of-the-year exams. The only thing we do in class is read that Defense book by Wilbert Slinkhard, which is completely useless."
"I'm also not learning anything on my syllabus," Emily added. "You are not following the guidelines of Mahoutokoro, and reading that book is nothing but a big waste of time."
"That book was authorized by the Ministry, which I represent, and is more than satisfactory for those of your ages," her smile fell and was replaced by a scathing look.
"Of course, it is," Neville sarcastically replied, "it may work for people who blindly trust the Ministry and believe it to be infallible, but not us. I spoke with my parents and they basically said the book was useless. As Aurors, they would know, considering they're on the frontlines while the Minister likes to bark orders and go on saying things are being handled. If it's all the same, I'll take the advice given by parents over the Ministry's."
Susan was the next to speak, "same goes for me. My Aunt Amelia, who happens to be the Director of the Ministry's Law Enforcement, said the same with more colorful words. I even spoke with the Head of the Auror Department—Rufus Scrimgeour, a veteran of the first war, and he agreed that studying Slinkhard's book would amount to nothing."
Daphne and Lilith added that they asked Unspeakable Algernon Croaker and Lilith's brother about the book, and both voiced how they wouldn't teach anything from it.
"Also, we hate and have no respect for you," Tracey looked directly at Umbridge. Some of the students who were sitting close to the head table started snickering as her face became red. Some professors tried to hide their amusement, while maybe one or two smiled.
"Well, I never…Never have ever been insulted…as a Professor," spluttered Delores.
"That's because you haven't been here an entire year, and your teaching will bring nothing but trouble," Katie snidely remarked. "Your approval does not factor into it, as this is about us, and we are only following the rules." Pulling out the schools by laws and giving it to Harry, who turned to the right page. Meanwhile, Susan smiled at Hannah, silently telling her to write her parents and Madam Marchbanks. She immediately ran out of the Hall with adrenaline pumping through her being.
"They speak the truth," he commented. "The school's laws stipulate that if the student and student's parents are unhappy with the current course of the school, then they are within their rights to drop and seek an alternative, provided they have permission from both guardian and Department Head of W.E.A." He read loud enough so everyone could hear and passed the book to Dumbledore and Septima, who confirmed he was telling the truth.
"And we have the proper paperwork," Lilith and the others handed their forms to Dumbledore, and before he could take them, Delores snatched them away and became enraged.
Then turning to Harry, "this is your doing, Potter." She accused. "I don't know what you're playing at, but it won't work."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," responding uncaringly. "If anybody is wrong here, then it's you for failing to do a job the Fudge assigned you. This leads me to believe that you do not know how to teach at a premier school and don't possess the necessary qualifications."
A ghost smile came across Minerva's face as she silently agreed with him. Never once did she ever like Delores; even as a student, she established an unpleasant reputation. Over the years, her unpleasant demeanor, arrogance, and ineptitude have increased.
"Detention for all of you," Delores shouted.
"You have no grounds to punish them as they did not break any rules," Harry stepped into their defense. "I will remind you that tenure within this school is only temporary, and you only got the position because that foolish idiot whose back you like to kiss used his power to get you here. One step out of line, and you will beg for mercy." He warned.
Sensing the growing tension, Septima intervened, "that will be enough. There will be no detentions or any punishments. Professor Umbridge, the students have submitted the required documents and will be removed from your class," in a firm voice.
Leaving with superior expressions, they returned to their seats as many students raced out of the Hall. They are likely to inform their parents.
Effectively shut down, a red-faced Delores turned to Harry, "this is not over. I will consult with Cornelius about this."
"I don't care what you do as long as you treat my students fairly," Harry sharply returned. "Also, you might want to get a leg up," easily referring to her fake leg, causing a great number of people to burst out laughing.
She got up and stomped out of the Hall while simultaneously muttering how she hated children.
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Cornelius was not a happy man. Last night Delores floo called him and explained how Lord Potter was able to remove a handful of the students from her class. When asked how he accomplished this? She said they had permission from Griselda Marchbanks and their parents. Snarling to himself, he, Delores, and a few of his personal Aurors walked through the bowels of the Ministry to Griselda's office. Potter had become the bane of his existence. He humiliated him in front of everyone in and out of the Wizengamot and had the people question his position as Minister of Magic, thus damaging his reputation. During the last Wizengamot meeting, he could feel glares from the lords and ladies boring into him from all sides. Something would need to be done.
Arriving at the department, he strolled through as if he owned it and everyone who worked there. Upon arriving at Griselda's door, they were stopped by her secretary.
"May I help you?" The man asked, looking up from a stack of papers.
"We are here to see Griselda," Fudge said without offering any pleasantries, "now step away," ordered the wizard in front of him.
"Director Marchbanks is busy, and unless you have an appointment, kindly leave," the man was not scared.
"Hem, hem," Delores coughed. "It would serve you best to remember who you're speaking to. When the Minister tells you to do something, you do it without hesitation."
"I know who he is," not showing any signs of moving. Practically everyone in the Ministry knew him, as Fudge made a habit of letting everyone know he was the Minister of Magic. "As I said, the Director is busy, and unless you have an appointment, leave."
"I am the Minister of Magic and will not be told what to do by a mere secretary. You will either comply with my wishes or be removed," Fudge raised his voice.
"That will be enough of your bile," a different voice came. The door opened, revealing a thoroughly agitated Griselda. She looked at her secretary first, "thank you, Mr. Thomas. I will take it from here," giving him an appreciative nod and then turning to the Minister and his entourage. "What is that you want, Cornelius? I was in the middle of assigning this year's O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s for the students at Hogwarts." Her demeanor at being disturbed showed.
Fudge cowered a bit under her gaze as he remembered that she tested him when he was back in school, then quickly composing himself. He puffed his chest up. "I want to know why you are allowing the Potter boy to remove students from their Defense class."
"One: it's Lord Potter, and he is not a child. Two: I'm allowing it because the students are not learning anything vital for their upcoming exams."
"Not learning anything? I am teaching a Ministry-approved curriculum," narrowing her eyes at the old examiner.
"Watch your tone with me, Delores," Griselda responded with the same harsh tone. "The only correspondence the Ministry is supposed to have with students from Hogwarts is through my department and me, and I never agreed to any outside interference. How you were given the position to teach is unknown to me, considering how poor your grades were."
"Not the point. The students are taking a proper curriculum, one that is appropriate, and you will comply," Fudge attempted to assert his dominance.
"I will do what is best for both the people of my department and at Hogwarts," taking a step forward. "The curriculum you and that pathetic bunch of dunderheads in that department you created are treading on thin ice."
"You dare say that to me," the redness of his cheeks became visibly more noticeable.
"Use your head, boy," her lips twisted like she swallowed something sour. "Do you honestly believe I am blind enough to not see what you are after? Your pitiful attempts at attacking Dumbledore and Lord Potter are laughable and will only come back to bite you in the arse."
"He is nothing but a delusional liar," Cornelius heatedly responded. "Nothing is happening out there, and You-Know-Who is dead."
"If having your head shoved up a pig's butt has taken some of your common sense, then I'd suggest you look at the facts. Dumbledore is the only one that said Voldemort was back." Ignoring their shuddering, she pressed on, "and whether it's true or not doesn't mean that you and your secretaries have any business interfering with the scholastic educational system. I warn you now, Cornelius, one way or another, the truth will come out, and if you like to keep your job, then I suggest you stop burying your head in the sand. So until you finally admit that something is happening, stay away from my department." Turning on her heels, she prepared to return to her office but whirled around.
"And the next time you threaten one of my employees, what happened at the Wizengamot will look like a love tap." She returned to her office as Cornelius, and the others left.
Over at Hogwarts, things have stirred up as the halls were filled with students talking about what happened last night at dinner. Already a handful of them sent letters to their parents asking if they could withdraw from Professor Umbridge's class. In Transfigurations, Harry was walking around the classroom helping the sixth-year students with conjurations.
"Keep in mind, everyone, that conjuring spells are much more difficult than vanishing spells. Last year you were able to practice conjuring small animals…something that is considered to be the basics." He walked around evaluating each of their progress. "Remember to create something out of thin air properly. You must know what it is supposed to be from bone structures, eye color, and overall behaviors. These are essential to conjuring animals."
Ten minutes later, the bell rang, signaling that class was over. "I want three rolls of parchment on what types of animals can be conjured and why it's important to program them to remain docile. Due by the beginning of class next week."
When the last of the sixth-years left, Minerva closed the door with a wave of her wand.
"Are you sure this is the best course of action?" Asking her protégé.
"Absolutely," he replied. "To improve, they need to work harder. Mainly the one's who barely scraped an E on their O.W.L.s. The ones who got O's believe they can do as they please…"
"That is not what I'm talking about," her voice was somewhat stern with a mixture of concern. "I am referring to what happened last night at dinner. Clever of you to dust off that old rule, as it hasn't been used in centuries. However, there will be repercussions for it. Professor Umbridge complained to the Minister last night and went to the Ministry this morning to speak with Griselda."
Inhaling a breath, "Minerva, you and I both know that woman is no professor and has zero business being here. The title 'professor' means that she actually has to teach; all she does is make the students read that bullshit of a book. Even you have to admit she's a nasty piece of work."
"I do not disagree with you as I taught Umbridge myself, and as horrid of a woman, as she is, there is little that we can do. You know why she's here, who she reports to—if we actively go against the Minister, then he could make life more difficult."
"Fudge cannot do worse than Voldemort," arguing the point. "I looked over the books regarding the school's budget and how much the Ministry pays and be willing to make up the difference with the money I have in my vault with no strings attached. That's a far better deal than what the Ministry gives."
"Off the record, I agree with you, and while I appreciate the sentiment that money is for you and your family," sighing in disappointment. She wondered how he got the board of governors to release the bank statements. "But, unfortunately, our hands are effectively tied, and unless Cornelius is removed, we have little choice but to accommodate his wishes. Meaning we have to indulge his whims and suffer Umbridge as a staff member."
"Then bloody remove the piece of shit. He's not fit to be a Minister. Parents are paying money so their kids can get an education, yet he has Umbridge teaching squat. So that means he is cheating parents out of their money and students out of their education. He colludes with scums like Malfoy and has caused more trouble than any of the past Ministers."
Her lips formed a smile. "As nice of an idea as that is, taking bribes and being close to shady people is not enough to remove him. You know how the system works."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean we have to take his crap."
Releasing a sigh, "Harry, you are a very smart young man, and I envy your spirit. Reminds me a lot of your grandmother Dorea. I can tell you stories about how she would stand up for what she believed to be right. She would sometimes fight tooth and nail and take her opponents down in the most subtle ways imaginable."
"Sounds like her," he chuckled, remembering the stories Arcturus and Cassiopeia would tell him as a child. When he was younger, he wanted to know what his grandparents were like, and while talking to them was entertaining, he wanted to hear the perspectives of others.
"While I know asking you to keep your head down and stay out of the conflict would be next-to-impossible," acknowledging that would be difficult. "I must ask you to at least try to curve your venomous tongue when Delores is around."
"Like I said before the school year began, if she or Fudge decides to come after me, they'll get a response they won't forget." He said in a nonnegotiable tone of voice. "I will fight them every step of the way…the longer she's here and decides to make a nuisance of herself, the more trouble will come her way. The longer she remains here, the more trouble she'll bring. That decree is only the beginning. Ask yourself, Minerva, what's more important: Pleasing that fool of a Minister and helping that useless toad or doing what is right for the students?"
That single question struck Minerva to her core. This was a question that she would need to think about as he made several good points.
Many of her colleagues would agree that they would want nothing more than to chuck Delores out of the school, as some, if not all, of them, taught her when she was a student. Pomona, Burbage, and Septima ranted about how much they despised her; Severus and Filius didn't need to say anything as the expressions on their faces said it all.
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On the following day, the next morning, a new decree was being posted above the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Oh, boy, here comes trouble," Blaise groaned. Like so many other students, he was gathered outside the Great Hall. Adrian had to resist the urge to flick his wand from its holster and vanish the ladder Filch stood on. Instead, Blaise held him back, "easy, man."
Argus looked almost too pleased with the new decree and positively worshipped the ground Delores walked on. Once he was done, he came down with a sickly smile that showed his yellow teeth, "about time someone does something to rein you brats in." He cackled and walked away as everyone shot him hateful glares.
Aaron gripped Katie's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, then whispered, "don't worry, nothing is going to ruin today." It was her birthday; she was officially 17. A legal adult. Earlier today, he said he was taking her out to dinner and had a surprise for her.
Neville was having a more difficult time restraining himself from swearing at the top of his lungs, and it was only thanks to Luna that he remained somewhat in control. Fortunately, the other students felt the same way as they read:
Educational Decree #1
In accordance with her position as High Inquisitor and the support of the Department of Magical Education, Delores Jane Umbridge has made Defense Against the Dark Arts mandatory for students who have yet to drop the class.
Any attempt at dropping the class will mean detention for the rest of the school year.
Signed,
High Inquisitor Delores Umbridge
Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge
Several students groaned in irritation as they could no longer drop the woman's class. Unconsciously they agreed that this year was going to be trouble. However, it wasn't a total loss because a great number of students were able to get out of her class.
"We're not even in the first month of the new school year, and yet it feels like we're in prison," a fourth-year Ravenclaw groaned. His friends nodded in agreement.
"We may have to take her class…" someone from behind nervously said, "…but at least Professor Potter is here to balance it out."
The students went to their seats and ate their breakfast. Aaron sat next to Katie at the Gryffindor table, with Neville and Luna sitting on the opposite side. "I, for one, am glad I don't have to attend her class."
"Same." Katie took a bit of her toast. "A few classes with her is enough to make anyone go crazy. Seems like the Gryffindor Quidditch team will be taking the Cup again this year."
Aaron noticed the change in the discussion, "in your dreams love. Unfortunately, you guys lost the best seeker in school. I may not like the git on my team, but he's competent…well, barely. You have to face me on the pitch, and this year will be different."
"Oh, really," Angelina, Alicia, and Katie looked determined. Angelina asked, "Do you think your team's chasers will be able to outscore us?"
"Undoubtedly," his lips formed a smirk. "Adrian and I have undergone intensive workouts over the summer." It was true, as they'd been lifting heavy weights, and even though it was hard, he had to admit he liked the results. He would sometimes catch Katie staring at him they were out.
Katie had to admit that she found her boyfriend's new physique amazing. All that training he did had certainly done wonders for his body. But that didn't mean that she wasn't fit herself. Throughout the summer, she got a membership at a local muggle fitness center.
"Try not to let it go to your head. I'll admit that you've changed over the summer," giving him a faux once over. While not fully able to see through his bulky robes, she saw enough during the summer. "But you're not the only one who changed over the summer," trying to hide the blush creeping up on her face.
"Trust me, I've noticed," wiggling, his eyebrows got a reaction as her cheeks became noticeably more scarlet and threatened to spread to more embarrassing places as she remembered what they did during the summer.
Mid-July, she went to his house, where they went swimming in the lake. At Angelina and Alicia's insistence, she bought a new bikini and felt a little self-conscious as she wasn't entirely used to clothes like that. Aaron sure didn't complain when he first saw her in the new swimsuit; he couldn't take his eyes off her. If it were anyone else, she'd think them as perverts, but the not-so-subtle glances she got from him made her happy. Hours later, they dried off, went to his room, and after a heated makeout session, decided to kick things up. While they didn't go all the way, they certainly discovered each other's more sensitive parts.
"Okay, enough. It's too early in the morning to mentally undress each other save that for when your alone," Angelina teased, ignoring the two's embarrassment.
"Now, Ang, there's no need to tease the little couple," Alicia playfully chided. "Our little Katie is growing up; though she may have a temper and quirks, I'm sure Aaron will do his best to treat her like a woman both at dinner and in bed." The two started giggling at their friend's discomfort.
"You two are the worst," Katie exclaimed, trying to calm her nerves. They'd loved making cracks about her relationship with Aaron.
"Love you, too, little sister," Alicia threw a hand around her. Then turned to glare at Aaron, "remember our talk from last year. You do anything to hurt Katie, and I'll cut your genitals off and permanently stick them to your face."
Aaron gulped as he remembered that conversation. "Yes, ma'am." Briefly casting a look at Angelina, who also sent a glare. He then pretended to look at his watch, "well, would you look at the time Katie and I have class. Adios!"
The two rushed out of the Hall, not noticing the amused looks of Angelina and Alicia.
"I swear those two are going to be the death of me," they stopped walking after reaching the third floor. Then, shaking her head, "by the way, you never said where you're taking me."
"That's because it's a surprise," responding with a lopsided grin. "The only thing I will say is that it'll be a night you won't forget anytime soon."
"Well, now I have to know," giving him a semi-pleading expression.
"Not gonna work on me," diverting his eyes elsewhere as she pouted.
"No fair," she grumbled. Chuckling a bit, he leaned down to press his lips against hers. The short, sweet kiss didn't last long as Katie pulled back, "we might be spotted."
He pulled her into a broom closet, "better?"
Her only answer was when she stood on her toes, grabbed his neck, and pulled him down to crash their lips together. Wrapping his hands around her back, he lifted her off the ground and held her against the wall returning the kiss with more passion. Katie could only moan as their tongues started dancing, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
They spent the remainder of breakfast and the time that would have been used to get to class snogging in the broom closet. When they finally stepped out, their hairs and robes were a mess. Katie had to rebutton her shirt as her red bra was on display. Thankfully, the halls were deserted, so she could look somewhat presentable, though the hickeys on her neck were noticeable. Next, Aaron took his wand and performed the concealment charm over them. After that was done, they headed for Professor Flitwick's class.
By some miracle, they were able to make it on time. Taking their seats, they listened as Harry gave a lecture about tying certain spells together and the synchronization of different elements of magic.
"Understand that this will not be easy," Harry began walking around with his hands behind his back. "Practicing synchronization unsupervised alone is very dangerous as there have been multiple accidents in the past. Not to mention very draining. To properly synchronize the different aspects, you must first master your cores or in which case they mature." He continued for a couple more minutes before demonstrating how to tie in different spells.
His latest spell sent the dummy next to him against the wall, where it caused a medium-sized hole to be created upon impact; parts of the dummy were destroyed while some of its remains were being melted by the flames. "Can anyone tell me what two spells I combined?"
Around five or six students raised their hands, nodding his head at one. Cho lowered her hand and sent a flirtatious smile, "the banishing charm and fire-making spell."
"Sorry, but you're only half correct, Ms. Chang," shifting his gaze to someone else while ignoring the looks being sent. He then called on a Hufflepuff boy.
"A combination of the banishing charm and the blasting curse," he nervously answered.
"Correct, ten points to Hufflepuff," the boy who answered breathed a sigh of relief. "As many of you can see, I successfully tied two spells together. In this case, the banishing and blasting curse. I can understand why some of you would think I used the fire-making spell given the flames, but consider this—the spell itself is not powerful enough to melt objects such as this," gesturing to the mixed pieces scattered across the floor.
"Before we end class today, let me inform you of your homework assignment for the night." A collection of groans emerged from the students but quickly stopped when he flexed his magic, "that's better. I want three rolls of parchment regarding the effects of combining standard spells with one another and how they vary due by next Wednesday."
Aaron and Katie went to their remaining classes for the day. Their schedule wasn't strenuous, and with them no longer having to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts were free to get a head start on their essays. At a quarter to five, Aaron had to leave the library for quidditch practice, leaving Katie in the company of her friends as they tried to grill her for information. She knew better than anyone that once Angelina and Alicia started their inquisition, they wouldn't stop until they got answers.
When they got to the fat lady's portrait, Angelina said the password to gain entry. All around, they saw multiple fifth and seventh years working on essays or trying to review what they've learned. Climbing the stairs, they walked into the sixth-year girls' dormitory, where Katie spotted a carefully wrapped gift on her four-poster bed. Before she could reach for it, Alicia snatched it off her pillow.
"Ooh, what do we have here: To the most beautiful chaser I have ever met. Happy Birthday, Katie. Aw, well, isn't that sweet," she gushed. "So, what do you think it is?"
Katie snatched away, "since when did you become Lavender Brown?" Mentioning the fifth-year girl caused Alicia to look affronted. Carefully removing the ribbons and wrapping paper revealed a white handheld jewelry box. Slowly she opened it to find a gold charm bracelet with three different charms. A manatee, quidditch broom, and heart.
Tears started flowing down her cheeks as a big smile crossed her face. It was by far the most beautiful thing she had ever gotten.
"I am so jealous," Angelina smiled in admiration of the bracelet. For it seems like Aaron really did pay attention to Katie. "You've got yourself a keeper, and that's not all look on the bottom."
Wiping her eyes, she turned the box upside down and saw where he had bought the bracelet. The inscription of Javier's Jewelry.
"That is probably one of the best stores in Britain," Alicia exclaimed.
"Why is that?" Asked Katie.
"The jewelry from this place is expensive. I remember my dad buying a necklace from them for my mom on their anniversary."
A second later, a note fell on Katie's lap. Unfolding it, she read: Hey beautiful, hope you like the bracelet; I had to get it custom made as they did not have any on their shelves. This is only one of the two gifts I got you, the other will come later. See you tonight.
With love, Aaron
Katie was brought out of her musings when Angelina spoke. "Did you hear that? He got you two gifts. How much do you think he paid for them?" Turning to Alicia.
"Don't know, but it's probably something amazing," Alicia gushed, quickly regaining her composure. "We have to get our girl ready for her date tonight. Did he say where he's taking you?"
A tinge of pink came across Katie's cheeks, "…um Merlin's…Palace," she shyly said.
Her two friends immediately went quiet and had blank expressions before exploding. "What!"
"Then we do not have much time. We need to get you ready," Alicia pulled her off the bed and into the shower. Angelina started looking through their trunks for a dress.
Two hours later, Katie was in a black Billie Cocktail dress that fell slightly above her knees and a matching pair of heels. On her right wrist was the charm bracelet Aaron gave her.
"Now go take your man's breath away," they ushered the nervous girl out of the dormitory and escorted her to the common room, where several boys stared with their jaws hanging down. The most notable was Jordan, as his eyes trailed up and down her body.
Angelina went to the portrait hole where the fat lady was, "is there a certain someone outside?" A little mischief in her voice.
"Oh yes. Quite a handsome young man he is." Angelina opened the portrait and allowed Aaron to walk in. He was dressed in a black two-piece suit with a grey tie, some black pants, and dress shoes, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Aaron's eyes shifted away from Angelina to Katie, and he was positively shocked when he saw her, his mind going a million miles. She looked beautiful. Slowly regaining himself, "you look amazing. Um, I brought these for you," stepping into the portrait hole.
"Thank you," accepting the flowers. "Let me put these in my room, and I'll be ready." She returned to her room, put the flowers on her nightstand, and returned to the common room.
"Shall we?" Offered his arm, which she happily took, and the two started walking away, though not before missing Alicia's comment.
"Don't knock her up. She's still too young for kids," she joked, earning a glare from the younger girl.
Exiting the castle and reaching the wards, Aaron apparated them to the restaurant. Then walking inside, they reached the reception desk.
"Good evening. Do you have a reservation?" The man asked.
Aaron answered, "yes, Aaron Vaisey for two."
Looking through the list of reservations for the evening, he found the name, escorted them to the elevator, and said a waiter would be waiting for them. Upon reaching the top floor, a waiter escorted them to an open table. Katie, however, started feeling a little self-conscious after seeing so many well-dressed ladies. Something that did not go unnoticed by Aaron. When seated, the waiter handed them their menus and said he be back in a couple of minutes to take their orders.
"That's not a happy face," looking pointedly at her uncomfortable expression. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"No, no, it's amazing," fervently shaking her head. "It's just that I've never been somewhere quite as fancy as this…" taking in her surroundings "…also how can you afford this?"
"I have my own trust vault and worked during the summer. Don't worry so much; you are equally as beautiful if not more than any of these ladies," giving her a reassuring smile.
Her nervousness subsided a little when the waiter returned with an assortment of breadsticks. Then, he asked what their pleasures would be for the evening. Katie ordered the Tortilla soup and a side salad, while Aaron chose the Harira soup.
"I have been here twice, and trust me, the soups are mind-blowing," commenting about his experience. The soups and lobster were amongst the most expensive items on the menu.
About twelve or fifteen minutes later, the waiter returned with their meals. He left them to it after pouring their drinks. Still feeling a little nervous, Katie sucked in a breath, grabbed her spoon, and tasted her food. When the warm soup hit her tongue, her mind, like Aaron said, exploded at the burst of flavor.
A light chuckle escaped his lips, "I told you the soup would blow your mind."
"This is amazing," she continued eating her soup. "I've had tortilla soup, but nothing like this before."
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual. The first time ate here, my heart nearly stopped," admitting while remembering the memory.
They finished their soups and talked about their goals after leaving school. Katie was surprised when he admitted that he did not want to play Quidditch professionally but wanted to have a career in magical protection. She understood why, as Quidditch may be fun and he had the making of a professional, he wanted something more. The two of them hardly discussed their futures due to being busy with school and him being the heir to his family. So, today was a blessing in disguise, in her opinion, as she found his goals to be amazing. When the conversation shifted to what she wanted in life, he dutifully listened and did not once interrupt. Despite offering her his help, she declined, saying she wanted to reach them on her own merits. Aaron's respect for her grew significantly as she had truly become a strong and independent young lady.
Halfway through dessert, he pulled out her second gift from the pocket of his robes. This one was bigger than the first one. Removing the wrapping paper, she opened the lid to find an 18k gold necklace with her name on the plate.
Tears began forming in her eyes as she held the necklace tight to her chest, "it's beautiful. It's too beautiful!"
"Only for you," smiling at her, he took the necklace, turned her around, and clasped it around her neck as she held her hair up. She then turned around and closed the distance between them, and brought her lips to his in a slow passionate kiss.
A couple minutes later, he pulled away to stand up, "will you honor me a dance milady?" Holding a hand out to her.
"The honor will be mine," taking his hand and allowing him to take her to the dancefloor.
The young couple shared a few slow dances, with Katie finding herself in heaven. Later Aaron paid the bill and apparated them back to school; before entering the castle, he cast a disillusionment charm over them so they wouldn't get caught by any of the Prefects or, worse, Professor Umbridge. After ensuring she arrived at the Gryffindor common room, he went straight to his own. Unknown to him Angelina and Alicia were sitting next to the fire when she walked in and immediately hauled Katie upstairs to her dorm and immediately bombarded her with questions regarding her night.
Hundreds of miles away from the castle, in an unknown location kneeling before the dark lord, was Fenrir and several members of his pack. Some of the werewolves present were his lieutenants and had reputations for being bloodthirsty killers. During the last war, they served Fenrir, who, in turn, served the dark lord. At the end of the first war, they, along with their alpha, went into hiding; years later, they resurfaced, ready to spread mayhem against those who wronged them. However, they noticed a change in their leader as he wasn't as confident after the dark lord's resurrection. Whatever happened caused their leader to be weary of certain individuals. But nonetheless, he served the dark lord without question.
Meanwhile, the dozens of people they've infected wanted nothing to do with them or their cause but found it difficult to oppose because if they refused, then they'll die. This and the Ministry's law regarding werewolf legislation all but assisted in them gaining allies.
Voldemort eyed the werewolves in front of him as he never really cared for them other than being of use to him. Say what you want about them. They managed to accomplish their missions of spreading chaos and lycanthropy.
"Stand, Fenrir," the werewolf alpha did as he said and stood up as Voldemort glided over him. "Seems our arrangement is working as you have provided me with an army—for that, you have earned your boon." He turned to the right, where a group of death eaters stood at attention, "bring our friend his reward."
Three Antonin and three death eaters stepped forward with a briefcase. Dolohov, like so many others, loathed werewolves, viewing them as nothing more than animals though he wisely kept his opinion to himself. Unlocking the case, he revealed forty or so gems.
A dark smile crept upon his lips as Fenrir's eyes widened with glee. "I have been rather thorough with my experiments—all you have to do is swallow one of these gems, and you'll be able to transform at will without the full moon and maintain control over your mind."
Accepting his reward, Fenrir swallowed a gem from the case. Ignoring the painful stabbing in his throat, he felt more connected with his inner wolf. Then with a malicious smile, his eyes became yellow, and he started changing. His clothes were being torn in different areas, and his bones were snapping out of place and realigning as the hair on his body sprouted. Within moments the transformation had been completed, and he was a full-fledged werewolf. True to his word, he kept his rational mind and released a howl into the night as his pack triumphally cheered. Soon the people who had wronged them will know their vengeance.
A/N: All right to summarize the major parts of this chapter. Everyone in the gang now know about Harry's ability to read magic and that Delores is a death eater. From my own point of view I never liked how she was able to have so much power in the school as she literally made it feel like a prison. It also bothered me that the none of the professors acted against her even though it was obvious they hated her. The budget for the school as many of you have already noticed have strings attached which is fucked up in my opinion. A professors responsibility to the students educations and well-beings should be their number one priorities not pleasing the Minister of Magic.
Now that Delores has been made High Inquisitor things are about to get a lot more tense. Her first of many decrees stipulates that her Defense class is mandatory and the students can no longer drop it. Thankfully some of the students were able to get out of it.
Griselda put Fudge and Delores in their place not being too fond of them stepping around her job. Little do they know is that she's a magus and will wish they'd never crossed her. Aaron took Katie out for her birthday and as expected she felt a little self-conscious about being in the presence of so many high-profile people.
Greyback can transform into a wolf now without the need of the full moon and you all can pretty much guess how that'll go and what it means for a lot of people.
Next Chapter: Power, fury, and destruction of ancient magic