Chapter 14: I've always known. Formation of the D.A.
During the last couple of days of September, the temperature started to drop. All around Britain, the people, both muggle and magical, knew that when it got cold, it really got cold, and thus were doing everything they could to stay warm. The students spent more time indoors to avoid the weather, save for a few who relished in the cold weather.
In transfigurations, the fifth-year students attempted to transfigure their cauldrons into badgers. Since they had a double period today, McGonagall had them working on turning owls into opera glasses. While they worked, Harry sat behind his desk next to the window grading the essays they handed in. Professor McGonagall assigned three rolls of parchment, much to their annoyance, not that she cared, as the exams would be here sooner than they thought. When they sat down, Harry wasted no time asking for their essays. He spent the first half of the class grading their papers and writing notes in the margins, telling them what they did wrong. A good portion of the fifth-years managed to improve, according to the stern professor, to which he agreed. The students have indeed progressed, wanting to better themselves and becoming more diligent in their work in theory and practical.
However, while that was a fact, a handful of students have proven they are content with themselves and did not want to improve their overall performances. Shifting through the remaining essays, his thoughts wandered off to his conversation with Ragnok and Griphook. The two goblins had a team of curse breakers go through the Death Eaters' vaults to see if there were any cursed objects. While another team of goblins went to sell the homes and businesses they owned on his behalf. Harry personally requested that Bill and Fleur would be a part of the expedition because he was familiar with and trusted them to do the job correctly. When the reports came in, Griphook asked to pay special attention to the artifacts and treasures they found, as several of them were stolen generations ago from other countries. Since they were 'legally' his now, he decided to send them back to their lands of origin.
The Goblin king said the countries were expensive, and the country leaders would pay handsomely for their return. While loathing the idea of dealing with politicians, he sent Arcturus, Sarah, and Sirius to handle it. True to what Ragnok said, the leaders paid a hefty sum for the safe return of their various artifacts and treasures. After the calculations were made, Griphook revealed that after the 25% his human friend promised him and Ragnok, he managed to earn: 636,841,311 galleons. Sirius fainted after hearing about the money his godson made off the death eaters. After being revived by Sarah, it didn't take long for Sirius to start asking questions about what Harry should spend the money on. But, unfortunately for him, Harry already had plans for spending the money. He told them to put the money in a separate vault. Much to Sirius's dismay, Sarah smiled as she knew what he was planning.
Sliding back to the present, he finished grading the last essay and signaled Minerva to let her know he was done. Then, giving him a nod, he went to address the class.
"May I have your attention, please?" Everyone put their wands down to divert their attention to him. "I have finished grading the essays you all handed in and have to say that I am surprised. Many of you have improved since term started—these are the results your professors and I expect to see. However, a handful of you must work double time if you want to pass your O.W.L.s in June."
He rounded his desk and started handing the reports back, "congratulations, Mr. Crabbe. You managed to get the second worst grade…54," handing back the essay and turning to Gregory. "Mr. Goyle…50." The cold glare he sent made them silent. "Clearly, the two of you aren't even trying. I'm surprised the two of you made it this far and haven't killed yourselves or, at the very least, flunked out of school. Obviously, you two thought you'd rely on your family wealth to sustain yourselves…rather pathetic. Unfortunately, your families are now broke. Everything your fathers had is now gone: no money, no family businesses, and no other places to call home save for the one house still in your names."
"If the two of you do not get your butts in gear and take your education seriously, then you'll end up on the streets like the people you love to torment and make miserable."
"You fucking bastard!" Goyle growled, throwing a sloppy punch that Harry easily avoided, then hit it with a nerve pinch making the boy's arm go numb.
"Striking a professor just earned you a month of detention," he coolly said.
Crabbe stared angrily at Potter. "This is all your fault! Everything was fine before you ruined it. It wasn't bad enough that you killed my father and took all our money. Thanks to you, I have no one left and was forced to take up the mantle as 'Lord.' A lord with no money. That is no life for a person like me, and now you are failing me. Why don't you die like your pathetic parents and bitch of an aunt?"
It took all of Harry's willpower to not strangle the overweight buffoon, instead allowing the fire in his eyes to burn. He raised a hand when he sensed Minerva was about to speak "…do you think you're the only one who lost someone you cared about? Am I supposed to cry because you no longer have a luxurious lifestyle? Face the facts this is life, and your father chose his path in life—a path that led him to lose everything. And as for failing you? I am merely grading the essays and assisting the professors so they can have more time to prepare for the senior students. If you want to blame anybody, then blame yourself for submitting this dragon's dung of an essay. I've seen first-years with better penmanship."
He turned to leave but quickly looked over his shoulder, "also, you can join Mr. Goyle in detention for the next three weeks."
Then strolling over to a different table, "congratulations, Mr. Thomas. Much improvement: 85." The dark-skinned boy stared at his grade with surprise as he normally scored no higher than a 79.
Harry handed back the graded essays, giving the students helpful hints on how they could improve. Thankfully, a handful of students had already mastered the spell. Still, it was only to the point of transfiguring them into the correct objects.
McGonagall scanned the room with amazement, stunned by how far her students had come. And it wasn't just the fifth years; all of the students Mr. Potter assisted had better results. Her gaze fell on one of her cubs, "Ms. Brown," speaking in an authoritative voice that made the girl squeak, "since you have time to pass notes, I assume you managed both transfigurations?"
Lavender blushed at being called out. "Read your note!" McGonagall ordered.
Swallowing her tongue, she hesitantly read, "hey, Parvati, Harry is really good with a wand. I wonder if he can give me some private lesson, and I'll get to experience how good he is with a wand."
If possible, her face turned red, with harry not far behind. He quickly stomped down his embarrassment and wore his trademark expressionless mask while some students began laughing. However, their professor did not find it amusing. "That will be ten points from Gryffindor and detention tonight, Ms. Brown," her voice holding a hint of finality.
She shot Harry an I'm sorry look and told him he could sit back down to resume his remaining duties. Happy to oblige, he returned to his desk and started reading through his grimoire about master-level transfiguration.
At the sound of the bell, the students left. Minerva waved her wand to close the door and added a silencing charm. "I trust you are ready for this evening?"
"Yes. Filius said he would test me on my project once the school day was over." Harry's reply was rewarded with a small smile. "My after-school sessions have already been canceled for the day."
"Would you mind if I come and watch?" Admittedly she was also curious to know how he changed the Fidelius charm. The warm smile she received said it all. "Is there anywhere we should meet?"
"Come to the shrieking shack after your last class," a smile tugged at his lips. "I made a few tweaks to the charm that will leave you speechless."
Now she was more intrigued and wondered what he had planned.
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When all the classes ended, Minerva set the third-year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins group a two-roll parchment assignment, then made her way to the shack, all the while thinking about the latest events. Delores was becoming a problem that grated her nerves and tested her patience. Her fellow professors shared her point of view as they've grown tired of the foul woman's constant interruptions during their lessons. Pomona and Bathsheda were practically the most vocal when expressing their displeasure about her. Hell, even Severus said a couple of menacing words about the toad as she was a death eater, got the position he'd been wanting for years, and been interrupting him. According to the rumor mill, Delores had a chip on her shoulders regarding Sybil Trelawney. Apparently, she had taken to harassing the woman at every turn. While Minerva never held the glassy-eyed woman in high regard and found Divination to be a useless subject, no one deserved to be treatment she'd been getting. Were the circumstances different, she'd curse Delores into the next century and back again.
Approaching the rendezvous point, she found Filius speaking excitably with Harry. Surprisingly Bathsheda was also present. She, too, seemed happy and intrigued.
"Ah, Minerva. You're here too?"
"Indeed. Harry invited me to observe the alterations he made," replied Minerva.
Clapping his hands together, "now that we're all gathered, I'd like to thank the three of you for taking the time to come. To begin, do you notice anything wrong with this picture?" Gesturing to the area around them.
"The shrieking shack is gone," Filius looked at his pupil.
"Correct. The shack is under the fidelius charm," he loosely commented. "As we already know, the charm is a form of protection—a way to hide and protect something or someone—however, the charm has a couple of weaknesses. One: the secret keeper can expose the whereabouts of a target at any given moment as they have never sworn to secrecy. Two: other than hiding things, there are no other protections. Three: if a more powerful enemy manages to gain entrance, they can do away with their enemies at any moment. By eliminating these weaknesses, the protectees chances of survival will increase exponentially."
"Instead of relying on the secret keeper to keep you safe. The intruder will need permission from the following people: the caster, secret keeper, and protectee."
"Nice thinking," Filius commented. "So, I assume you're one of the three?"
"The caster," pointing to himself.
"Who are the other two?" Asked Minerva.
"That's the surprise," a big grin appeared. "Donner," immediately one of the school's resident house elves popped next to him."
"Everything is in place," the elf squeaked, then handed him a permission slip. "The protectee has permitted you and the professors to enter."
Harry accepted the slip and showed it to the professors. One by one, they memorized the address, and the parchment soon burst into flames, turning their attentions to the area where the shack was supposed to be—this time, it was there as the charm melted off. Taking them closer, he smirked when they were forced to take cover as the defenses were activated. Different spells were being fired as the ground sprouted roots bent on keeping them away.
Ten minutes later, he waved his wand to stop the attacks. "That is one of its defenses. Come along. It's time for the finale." They wiped the sweat off their foreheads and him inside. "Step only where I step and don't touch anything."
He showed them the other defenses; to their surprise, Harry improved the charm. Then, when they made it upstairs, he motioned for them to follow behind as he opened the door. "And last but not least…here is the one you were trying to reach."
They balked at the response as they saw his true familiar, Takashi sleeping on the floor. The sudden noise alerted him of their presence. Yawning, he looked at his companion, who pulled out a seasoned bison steak. Tossing it over, he caught the meat in his mouth and began devouring his steak.
"Before we wrap this up, try casting a spell at Takashi." Instantly they were perplexed that he would even suggest such a thing. "Don't worry. He won't be harmed."
Bathsheda hesitantly complied with a stunner only to find that nothing had happened. She tried again with the laughing, shrinking, and ear-buzzing spells. But none of them appeared.
"What's going on? I'm casting spells, but nothing is happening," she exclaimed.
"That will be because the shack is still under the effects of fidelius. Therefore, any and all spells are neutralized by the charm rendering the intruders as gentle as a sleeping kitten." He further explained that only the caster, secret keeper, and protectees could use magic.
Minerva was the first to recover from her shock, "well done, Harry. I daresay you invented a new form of protection. One that will go down in history."
Filius squeaked in delight, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Ooh, my colleagues at the guild are going to love this. Most impressive indeed!" The boy handed him the journal so he could send it to the guild members so they could review it for themselves.
"I knew taking you as an apprentice would be a good decision. Wonderful," he sang. "Lily would be so proud."
The mention of his mother brought warmth to his chest as he would surely inform her of the new charm. If he could have only one wish, it would be to have his parents alive again. Byakko sensed his emotions and trotted over after finishing his steak, rubbing his head against Harry's legs. Reaching down, Harry scratched behind his head, "thanks, buddy. You want to go for a run in the forest?"
In response, Byakko licked his hand, "alright. Let's go." The two left the shack with the professors in tow, and when they got outside, Harry transformed into a tiger, and they raced off into the forest.
A large smile appeared on Minerva's face as she watched them disappear. Seeing him transform filled her with pride and relief; she knew James and Dorea would be proud. Dorea would have kicked up a fuss if she found out her grandson had become an animagus at a very young age. Though later would have accepted it. James would have been over the moon and danced like a loon after discovering his son could transform. Oh, she knew he Sirius and Peter became animagi to help Remus the nights of the full moon. Despite trying to keep it quiet, she let them think she didn't and allowed them to run at night.
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Spending the next three hours running in the forest, Harry finally called for an end. However, his tiger friend wanted to spend the night with the centaurs. Agreeing with his request, Harry teleported back to his quarters for a shower. Cleaning himself off, he stepped out of the shower, donned some new clothes, and went to the living room. Sitting on the couch was Daphne, studying for an upcoming Arithmancy exam.
"Haven't you studied enough? You've been studying for the exam all week." Sensing tension being released from her.
"I just want to get a good grade," replying after turning the page in her book. A devilish smile formed across his lips; as he began tickling her side and kissed her neck. "Harry…I need…t-to focus an-d your…being a distraction." She tried to say as her breath became a little heavier.
"Oh really?" Taking the book out of her hands, "then I better continue," moving his lips from the side of her face and bringing them to her lips. It was just a chaste kiss but one she returned. Leaning her head back until it rested on one of the pillows, she pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, not breaking the lip lock. Feeling his strong arms wrap around her back, she tightened her grip and kissed him passionately. Deciding that she wanted more, her tongue traced around his lips, begging for entrance, granting her wish. Their tongues started dancing as their lips moved in sync.
Their breaths became labored the more they continued. Harry's hands fell down her back until they gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up exposing a French leaver's laced bra that covered her breasts. Daphne smiled as he stared at her new lingerie. The intricate lace created a beautiful trail of winding florals against her skin. Along with the new bra, she found a matching pair of panties and a couple other lingeries with Tracey and Lilith.
"Do you like it? I got on the last Hogsmede trip?" To answer her question, he placed a tender kiss on her lips, then trailed it to her right cheeks and down her neck while letting his hands roam her smooth back. Daphne's hands grabbed his shirt, bringing it over his head and tossing it aside. They then found themselves roaming through his messy hair as he unhooked and removed her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinements. She gasped as his rough hands grabbed her globes without warning and started massaging them. Bringing his lips down to hers with renewed vigor, the fire within him burned as he kissed her with as much passion as he could muster.
Daphne couldn't help but moan into the kiss as he massaged her breasts. This was a side of Harry she'd never seen before as he was more aggressive with his lips. While they had their fair share of heated makeout sessions where they would let their hands roam each other's bodies, this was something else and she loved every minute of it. Wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him down so she could get more of him; it was also her way of letting him know she liked what he was doing. As their tongues fought for dominance, he pinched her nipples between his fingers, eliciting a loud moan from her. Fortunately, she wasn't the only one enjoying herself as Harry traced his fingers around her sensitive nipples sending a little magic into them. Again, he moaned as she met his passion with hers, biting the lower part of his lip.
A couple minutes later, he ended their makeout session to look into her eyes. Daphne's breath was rigid as laid on the couch panting as her lungs burned, trying to absorb as much air as possible. Then without warning, Harry peppered her neck with kisses trailing them down to her breast, eventually claiming her right boob into his mouth. "Fuck…" Daphne moaned in pleasure as he sucked on her right breast while his tongue traced her nipple and his hand worked on her left. The more he sucked and tweaked her nipples, the louder she moaned, and the heat between her legs rose. "Harry…please," whatever word might have come next dissolved into a gasp as he switched his attention to her left boob giving it the same treatment he did with the other. "Oh…my…god."
Her moans of pleasure continued to fuel his desires as he brought his lips back up to tenderly kiss her. Though he had to groan as his bulge grew in his pants, begging to be released. Feeling his hard members press up against her womanhood Daphne used what strength she had to flip him over. "My turn love," he groaned at the naughty look she gave him and started unbuckling his belt and removing his pants. As soon as she removed his pants and underwear, she lightly gripped his hardened erection and put the tip in her mouth. Harry hissed as she lowered her head down his length; feeling her hot breath made him moan in pleasure.
"Fuck Daph…" he groaned as she bobbed up and down, sucking on his length. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of her head in his hand and applied a little pressure.
"You're a marvelous woman," she heard him say. The final stretch of his limits was when she grazed her teeth against his cock, and he came in her mouth. It still surprised her that she could fit his entire thing in her mouth and swallow his cum.
Then crawling up so their eyes could meet she bent down to capture her lips with his in a slow sensual kiss. "Thank you. I really needed that," she didn't get to finish as he flipped her over, so she was on her back.
"We're not done yet," giving a lopsided grin. "We agreed not to go all the way, but I want to make you feel good." Receiving a nod he kissed the base of her neck and continued to lower his head while keeping a firm grip on her waist.
Daphne blissfully sighed when his lips touched her abdomen as she caught on to what he was thinking. Her breath caught in her mouth after feeling his hot breath against her folds. She expected him to take her panties off but was surprised when he started trailing kisses along her inner thighs.
Feeling her arousal growing and heavy breathing, he gripped the lacy fabric that hid her core and removed it to see her shaven womanhood. Then kissing back up nipping the side of her leg caused her to gasp at feeling his hot tongue against her sensitive skin. Daphne mewed when he kissed and licked her outer walls. The more he continued to tease her the more aroused and irritated she became. "Harry…please stop…teasing me!" She gasped despite wanting to shout at him to go deeper. Figuring he had tortured her enough, he moved his lips over her sensitive area, making her gasp and moan as he traced his lips.
Luckily for her, he ceased teasing and plunged his tongue deep inside. A loud moan escaped her mouth. "Oh…Fuck. Oh…yes. Yes," she cried out, bucking her hips and arching her back. Running her fingers through his hair and wrapping her legs tightly around his head as he continued pleasuring her with his tongue. "Harry, don't stop! Please don't… Shit." His tongue drew circles around her clit, sending electrical waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her thoughts were clouded in pleasure, but she figured he was so skilled at using his tongue because he was a parseltongue.
The more his tongue danced around her clit, the more she chanted his name. Then, feeling her release nearing, "I'm…close. I'm ab-bout…to!" She screamed releasing her cum into his mouth. After licking her clean, he went up to lay on his side.
A warm smile grazed her lips as she shifted her body until their faces were inches apart. Meeting his smile with her, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "That was unbelievable. I would never have guessed you could do something like that." Tracing her fingers across his chest.
"Guess it's one of the benefits of being a parseltongue," responding casually, pushing a strand of her hair away.
"Well, I'm not complaining," smiling as he leaned down to kiss her fully on the lips while wrapping an arm around her.
The kiss was passionately slow and held all his love for her. Moaning into his mouth, she pulled him by the neck to bring him closer. After a minute, they separated. "Dinner?"
"You cooking?"
"Of course," negating their clothes, they got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
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October soon took over with even cooler weather, with the first week passing dreadfully by. Continuing with his duties, Harry assisted the professors in the classes assigned to him and self-studied for his Mastery in Defense on the days he wasn't needed. However, he wasn't completely alone, as Severus would come by every once in a while to monitor his progress. Sometimes commenting that the orbs he created to block the killing curse would easily earn him a mastery. However, each time Harry would decline as he wanted to learn something new. He wouldn't say it, but Severus was proud of his son for wanting to research the secrets behind the Dark Arts instead of taking the easy way out.
During that week, he spoke with the council asking what they intended to do about the recent attacks? Miwa felt the same as there was unrest in Japan with magical creatures attacking with dark wizards and witches. She didn't know if they were involved with Voldemort but had her suspicions.
The council told them of their suspicions as they were still gathering intelligence. But told the duo they could discretely investigate and handle the problem should the need arise. Miwa had to bite her tongue and forcibly dragged out of the chamber by Harry, who also shared her opinion.
Pushing that aside they discussed their project. While still incomplete, the results were nearing what they needed them to be. Miwa estimated its full completion to be done within a week. But, first, they need to get some special ingredients from the International market.
Then late at night, he had a meeting with the other group, and they deliberated for a couple of hours. Severus shared what he knew about the werewolves' new ability to transform without a full moon. Voldemort surprisingly found a way to let them transform unaided and allow them to keep their human minds. Amelia reported three more attacks caused by the werewolves and giants and that Fudge was doing everything he could to keep it from going to the press. The first attack had damaged his reputation as reporters from the Daily Prophet hounded him for more information on what he intended to do, only to say the situation was being handled. Neither she nor anyone in the group believed him, as they figured he was hiding or ignoring what was happening. According to the latest report from Dora, Percy had been coming in and out of the Minister's office to deliver Delores's reports about the school's staff and requests for more power to bring the school into the Ministry's control.
Arcturus changed the topic by pointing out that Shunpike was innocent and never had a trial. Instead, similar to Sirius, he was carted off to Azkaban. The elves and his contacts reported that the man was under a powerful compulsion charm, though the magical signature of whoever put it was gone. But unfortunately, that was not the only bad news brought as he learned that Umbitch sent the Dementors after Harry and Emily. She forged Fudge's signature, made the counterfeit Minister of Magic's ring, and ordered the vile creatures to attack, knowing that Harry would use magic to defend himself.
Overcome with rage, he swore violently in parseltongue, cursing the woman to the depths of hell, and nearly stormed out of his quarters solely to beat the woman so bad her mother would have wished she kept her legs closed. His rage was so abundant that it resonated with his magic. The sheer power would have been enough to obliterate the entire school and a large part of Britain. In fact, the only thing that managed to calm him down enough to listen to reason was Emily, who reassured him she was safe. Arcturus promised to do everything within his power to make life miserable for Fudge. Once he was out of the way, Harry could go after Umbridge however he wanted. On another note, he was able to get some information on the Minister about things that would result in him losing his job. However, there was still more information he needed to obtain.
On the 8th came Tracey's sixteenth birthday, and the gang had a small party in the room of requirement after their classes. The brunette received several gifts from her friends and parents. But the most loved one came from her boyfriend, Blaise. He bought her a platinum name necklace with three small diamonds from Javier's. Also, Harry temporarily allowed Blaise control of the room to customize it as she would like.
"Thank you, guys. The gifts were amazing!" Tracey hugged everyone.
"No problem, Trace," Blaise kissed the side of her head.
As the others talked, Harry glanced at the clock to see it was almost time. "I have to leave for a while," he announced. "Oh, and training next week is canceled. Except for you, Shizuku."
Everyone, minus Emily, cheered as they got a week off. Exiting the room, he expanded his senses throughout the corridors to find it completely empty. Then teleported away.
Harry arrived a mile from his destination in the town of Leeds. Raising his to cover his face, he walked through the streets. The town was magical and free of any muggles. On more than one occasion, he would visit the town with his dad and little sister to take in the sights and magical attractions. However, that was not the case for this evening as he was here on business. Minutes later, he arrived at a modest two-story house. He could make out five powerful wards around the property using his special sight. Taking a breath, he briskly walked to the door as the wards alerted the people inside of his presence.
Carefully knocking on the door. "State your name and reason for being here," demanded a familiar voice.
"Harry Potter, looking for Kingsley Shacklebolt." His response was rewarded when the door opened, and he was pulled inside by the dark-skinned Auror. Cautiously scanning the streets to see if he was followed, then closed and locked the door.
"Sorry about the extra security Harry," Kingsley apologized. "The new wards were only recently placed."
"It's fine. Are the others here?" Kingsley led him into the sitting room, where he sat on the couch.
"They should be arriving soon," his calm-stoic expression quickly changed to serious. "Your letter sounded urgent. Is there…" hopping to his feet when he felt the wards go off.
After two minutes, he returned with Alastor and Dora. "Potter, this better be good," the one-legged man grunted in annoyance.
"Stow it, Mad-Eye," frowning at the retired Auror, hugging her cousin. Dora knew what this meeting was about and pretended she knew nothing. Thanks to Cassiopeia teaching her occlumency, she could keep a straight face and avoid having people look into her mind. "But, I do have to agree. What are we doing here that is so important?"
"All will be explained once the final person arrives," he said in a neutral voice.
"We're home and have a guest." A feminine voice had them turn their attention to the entrance. Standing next to the door was a woman who stood at 5'7 and a little girl who couldn't be older than eight years old. Behind them was the Head of the Auror office.
"Daddy," the little girl squealed in delight, racing to Kingsley, who picked her up and spun her around.
"Wait. Who is this giant? What have you done with my daughter Amara?" Giving a playful interrogative smile.
"I'm Amara," she giggled and wrapped her hands around his neck.
"Hello, dear," the woman walked forward to kiss her husband. "Come Ama, your daddy has some business to deal with," taking their daughter and going upstairs to their bedroom.
When they were out of earshot, Harry turned to the Aurors, "to make a long story short: there's a threat to our national security. With Fudge being the incompetent idiot he is, none of us will have a chance at living for very long."
"Trust me, Lord Potter, you're not the only person who wants him gone," Scrimgeour said in an edge-filled voice. "The Aurors and I know something is going on behind the scenes."
"Then why don't you do anything?" Harry asked.
"Believe me, I like nothing more. However, Fudge is still the Minister of Magic, and we have little choice but to follow him." The tone in his voice let the younger man know he wasn't anymore happier with the current administration. "I witnessed the event of the first war myself. The countless deaths and destruction still haunt me…so believe me when I say I know what is happening out there. Especially when some of my Aurors are involved in extracurricular activities," putting more bite into his last words as he eyed the three Aurors.
"I know you three are part of Dumbledore's little organization." Giving them a narrow look.
"How long have you known?" Kingsley mustered his courage to ask, hoping he wouldn't lose his job.
"Since the first war," Rufus unhappily rolled his eyes. "Dumbledore likes to think he's being discreet, but I know when my Aurors are doing things that go against policy." He raised a hand when Alastor and Kingsley were about to speak, "relax, you two, you're not under arrest or being fired." He explained. "The reasons why are because it hasn't affected your overall performances as Aurors and the years you've worked. In short, you two are valuable."
"What about me?" Rufus narrowed his eyes at the young woman. "Seeing as you're still considered a rookie among the Aurors, you've proved yourself numerous times as a skilled detective."
Figuring it was a compliment, the pink-haired Auror breathed a sigh of relief and deflated.
He turned back to Harry with an expressionless face, "off the record, I agree with you that something needs to be done. Amelia spent a good hour ranting about the assigned defense textbook for this year and Delores being given a teaching position. How that woman got a position as an educator is beyond me."
"That toad does not teach," Harry snapped with ice in his voice. "The only thing she does is make the students read that god-forsaken book and make their lives miserable with that stupid decree."
"Yes, I know about the Educational Decree, but my hands are effectively tied. Unless she does something illegal, I can't get involved."
"She created an illegal law that goes against international and national law. Anyone with lycanthropy is forced from their homes and put in Azkaban without a trial. She also has the dark mark!" he wanted to mention how she sent dementors after him and his sister but stayed quiet.
"What!?" He angrily snapped. "Did you three know anything about this?" Rounding to his Aurors.
They all shook their head, "we only know what Albus tells us. Even then, it's limited," Alastor grunted.
"Tch," clicking his tongue, "why am I not surprised Dumbledore would know something about this. The damn fool has more secrets than a dragon has eggs." He started muttering as he angrily cursed Dumbledore for withholding information like this.
"Is this enough to get her convicted?" Harry asked with hope.
"Unfortunately, no," Rufus replied. "Fudge will do anything to keep her out of prison and avoid any scrutiny from the press." When Harry frowned, he resumed, "however, this does warrant an investigation. Perhaps a young detective can conduct an off-the-books investigation into her private affairs," subtly referring to Tonks.
"Consider it done," accepting the assignment.
"Keep in mind, Auror, that this is off the books. You won't get any support if you get caught and should this come back to me in any way I will deny my involvement. Understood?"
"Yes, sir. But what should I do if any of my coworkers or Fudge ask what I am doing?" The concern in her voice could be heard. While this wasn't new to her as she did an off-the-record investigation before last year.
"You can always fudge a couple of reports, though it will only be temporary," warning her of the temporary solution. "You know Fudge and Malfoy have eyes and ears in the Auror department, so discretion will have to be your greatest ally."
"So, will you help me or not?" Harry looked the man directly in his eyes, only for him to counter with questions of his own.
"What makes you think you can trust me? Why should I not arrest you right now?" Asking in a serious voice.
"You may be a hard-arse man who believes in fighting fire with fire… But you are someone who still believes in Law and Order and always tries to do what is right to protect the people of Britain."
The two stood in silence, having an intense stare-off. This continued for a couple minutes before Rufus inclined his head, and a small grin formed. "You got balls Potter," he praised. "But before I help you. I will need something in return."
"Such as?" Not taking his eyes off the head, Auror.
"Do you have any leads or evidence regarding Fudge and Umbridge's shadier dealings?" The direct question did not faze him in the slightest. "I can offer you information if you have something equal to trade."
"Say no more," raising a hand and closing his eyes for a minute. "The budget for the Auror department is low, and several Aurors were relieved of duty. The ones you have are poorly trained, too happy to kiss Fudge's arse, or taking bribes." Scrimgeour leaned in with interest as Potter continued. "Then there's the budget for the school. Hogwarts is legally my property, and I have seats on the board of governors. They were more than happy to provide statistics on how much the Ministry pays and the strings attached. Also, why would Fudge send his desk jockey's to a school full of impressionable children? Suspicious, don't you think?"
"If you help me, you'll be able to get some additional funding for the Auror department and afford to have them trained better. We can even remove Fudge from his job as Minister of Magic or, at the very least, suspended for a month or two."
A light chuckle escaped his lips as Rufus began to think, weighing the pros and cons of this arrangement. Eventually, coming to a decision. "I certainly hope I'm not going to regret this… Alright, Potter, I'll help you, but you better make good on your promise."
"Relax, Mr. Scrimgeour; I always make good on my promises. Right now, I have a plan to shake Dumbledore, Fudge, and Umbridge to their cores. Give me until the 21st of this month, and I promise you a show that will take your breath away. Deal?" Holding out a hand.
"Deal," taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze which he returned. At the same time, they released their grips. "If you ever decide to change your career path from an agent of the I.C.W., let me know. We might have a spot for you in the Corps." Turning around, he looked at Kingsley, giving a curt nod, then left.
Dora looked at Harry from the corner of her left eye; seeing the same look, she gave him a subtle nod. "Well, that was…interesting," carefully choosing her words. "Do you think he will make good on his side of the bargain?"
"I do! He might be a hard-arse, but he knows I'm right," shifting his gaze to Kingsley. "Thank you again for letting me come on short notice."
"Had you been anybody else, you wouldn't have made it past the wards," a warm smile tugged against his lips. "My wife set them up."
"Pretty handy to have a wife who knows create wards such as these," Moody grunted in satisfaction.
"Wards are something I specialize in," Zariah came back into the room with her giddy daughter who looked at Harry. "Originally, I was a healer at St. Mungo. But after the first war, I transferred to a business specializing in creating wards."
"A woman who knows how to heal and create protective wards is amazing. You are one lucky man," Harry offered him a smile.
"Yeah, I am." Giving a loving smile to his wife.
"You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" Their daughter slowly approached him.
"Indeed I am, little one," crouching down to look her in the eyes. "There's no mistaken it…as you are definitely your father's daughter," making her giggle.
"My daddy has told me a lot about you," she mentioned.
"Good things, I hope." Sending an imperiused look to Kingsley, who suddenly found looking at the ceiling interesting. "Your father is a good hard working man."
"How strong are you?" She bluntly asked.
"That's rude, Amara. You know better than to ask personal questions," Zariah chastised her daughter. "I am so sorry, Mr. Potter."
"Please, ma'am, call me Harry," waving off the apology, "and it's fine. Kingsley, do I have your permission to perform a little magic?"
"Go ahead," trying to conceal his smile.
"What kind of animals do you like?"
"A panda bear."
Smiling at the child, he flicked his wand from its holster and, with a simple wave, conjured a small panda bear stuffy for her. "Try this on for size," she immediately snatched the stuffed animal out of the air.
"Thank you, thank you," hopping on her feet and spinning her new doll around.
"Tickle it," he instructed.
She gently tickled the bear's stomach only to be surprised when it spoke, "some bear needs a hug."
"It talks?" the Shacklebolt family exclaimed.
"Mmhm," Harry nodded. "Mrs. Shacklebolt, may I please finish my conversation with your husband and the others?"
"Of course," she gave him a warm smile before collecting her daughter. "Time for bed, dear." Amara gave Harry a quick hug which he returned and let her mother take her upstairs.
"So, back on topic," Alastor's glass eyes swirled around. "Look, Potter, I'll level with you. I do not like the idea of Fudge sending his secretary to teach a core subject and can only guess that Albus gave one of his famous I cannot interfere speeches." Enquiring about his old friend.
"I talked to him twice about having her removed. Each time he said he couldn't, as she was an employee of the Ministry." He said indignantly. "Bullshit if you ask me. He has the power to do something but refuses to lift a finger like he's hoping things will go bad."
"So, how do you intend to handle Delores?" Kingsley gave him a curious look.
"I think the parents and various guardians will become very interested in knowing who is teaching their kids," a dark, mischievous laugh escaped his lips. "With what I have planned, this will surely make Fudge look bad."
"Then you better get to work," Alastor said with urgency. "Albus will not want me telling you this…and I know you have no interest in helping, but things are not all well for the Order. Voldemort is on the move."
"Then he better prepare for the fight of his life," his voice did not betray the anger and determination on his face.
"You better make yourself scarce before he figures out your away from the castle," Kingsley warned. With a curt nod, Harry teleported out of the house, leaving the two senior Aurors shocked, and a smiling Dora. "Damn, I have to learn how he does that," marveling at Harry's new form of transportation."
Appearing in the room of requirement, Harry came face to face with a shocked Neville, who jumped in surprise. "Can you please find a better way of arriving without raising my blood pressure?" A brief smirk appeared on Harry's face before morphing into a serious one.
"What were you able to find out?" This morning Neville sent a discreet letter telling him he had some information to share about what Granger and Weasley were up to.
"Hermione is having some meeting in the Hog's Head this coming Hogsmede. She and Ron have gathered a handful of people who are tired of Umbridge teaching the Ministry-approved curriculum and have decided to do something about it."
"What are they thinking? They should know that anyone can overhear what might be discussed and report it to Umbridge," shocked at the foolishness of their plan.
"That's not all," Neville resumed. "I overheard her talking with Ron about how frustrated Dumbledore was becoming since you refused to join his group. It would seem he inducted them into the Order only recently, and assigned them the task of gathering information on all of us."
"I'll alert the others to be careful," he could hardly believe what Neville was saying was true. But knowing Dumbledore, he wouldn't dismiss it as this sounded like his M.O.
"They haven't approached me yet, but I think it's only a matter of time," the caution in his voice was hidden behind a casual voice.
He filled Harry in on everything he knew, heard, and suspected about the two's plan. They wanted to know Harry's secrets and try to get him to hand ownership of the castle to the headmaster as they believed him to be too arrogant and undeserving. Needless to say, Harry was far from happy and decided to hatch a plan of his own. This was a bold and foolish move, as Dumbledore must be really desperate enough to have Granger and Weasley spy on him. Granger was a staunch Dumbledore supporter; she would do anything the goat said, even if it meant betraying the people close to her. Sure the girl was intelligent and had a decent grasp of magic, but her spells were only above average. But her need to please those in authority will be her downfall. On the other hand, Weasley was your typical lazy wizard who seemed to take everything for granted. In terms of magical abilities, he was average at best.
Concocting his own plan, he and Neville soon began discussing certain possibilities.
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Finally, it came time for the annual Hogsmeade trip for the third years and above to go down to the little village. True to his word Harry informed the others about what Neville shared with him. As much as he did not want them involved, they were adamant about helping him. Seeing as he wasn't going to dissuade them, he accepted their wishes and told them to tread cautiously. Having no wish to enter the village, Harry told them to alert him if anything happened.
Blaise gathered the gang before they left the castle to discuss the plan. After a half-hour covering their bases, they went to the village and headed towards the Hog's Head. Emily explained that the pub was owned by Dumbledore's younger brother. Aberforth Dumbledore was a simple barman who did not view things as black and white like his older brother. Entering the establishment, the group couldn't help but compare it to the Three Broomsticks.
Unlike the large bar in the Three Broomsticks, which gave an impression of gleaming warmth and cleanliness. The Hog's Head bar comprised one small, dingy, and very dirty room that smelled strongly of something that might have been goats. The bay windows were so encrusted with grime that very little daylight could permeate the room, which was lit instead with the stubs of candles sitting on rough wooden tables. The floor seemed at first glance to be earthy, though as Harry stepped onto it, he realized that there was stone beneath what seemed to be the accumulated filth of centuries.
Moving around the establishment, they discretely put up some disillusioned recording crystals and thought about how foolish and reckless Granger's idea was. A large group of students going into a pub would draw unwanted attention. Why she chose to have it in a dingy pub was beyond them as she could have paid for a room in the Three Broomsticks. The girl had no subtlety as the walls at school had ears, and Delores and Umbridge had eyes and ears in places outside the Ministry. Lilith quickly alerted them that Granger and Weasley were coming, with the Weasley twins and Ginny following behind.
"So, who did you say is supposed to be meeting us?" Fred and George asked in unison, going to the bar to get some butterbeer.
Before Hermione could answer, Ron glared at the Slytherins already present. "Why are you snakes here? Planning to rat us out to Umbridge in exchange for some extra points," pointing an accusing finger at them while ignoring the other non-Slytherins.
"How original, Weasley," Tracey drawled, rolling her eyes. "Did it not occur to you that we hate her just as much as you do, if not more? You may not be able to see past your own prejudice, but even we in Slytherin know something is going on."
"Yeah, get over yourself," Adrian shot him a dark look. "I swear you're about as arrogant as Malfoy. Worthless git thinks he's Merlin's gift, and everyone should do what he says."
"And I invited them to come," Neville entered the fray. Dismissing the scathing look from Hermione, "don't give me that look. You didn't say I couldn't. Whether you like it or not, we also want to pass our exams!" Easily having them on as he was positive he and the others could already pass their Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.
"Just a couple of people," Hermione turned her head away to the twins and repeated, checking her watch and then looking anxiously toward the door. "I told them to be here about now, and I'm sure they all know where it is — oh look, this might be them now —"
The door of the pub had opened. A thick band of dusty sunlight split the room in two for a moment and then vanished, blocked by the incoming rush of a crowd of people.
"A couple…" Fred began.
"…of people?" George hoarsely finished.
"A couple of people?" They exclaimed together. "There has to be around fifty people here, maybe more…"
"Yes, well, the idea seemed quite popular," Hermione smugly said. "Ron, do you want to pull up some more chairs?"
While Ron grumbled about being ordered around, Ginny kept shooting murderous glares at Daphne. She will never forgive that slut for taking her man. Having spent the majority of her free time and a couple sleepless nights thinking about how she could get Harry to break up with the Slytherin.
Aberforth froze in the act of wiping out a glass with a filthy rag that looked as though it had never been washed. While his pub received its fair share of patrons over the years, this was something else.
"Hi," said Fred, reaching the bar first and counting his companions quickly. "Could we have . . . Fifty-six butterbeers, please?" The barman glared at him for a moment, then, throwing down his rag irritably as though he had been interrupted in something very important, he started passing up dusty butterbeers from under the bar.
"Cheers," said Fred, handing them out. "Cough up, everyone, I haven't got enough gold for all of these. . . ."
Neville and the others watched numbly as the large chattering group took their beers from the twins and assisted in paying for them. It surprised them to no end as they never imagined what all these people had turned up for? That was when Aaron, seated next to Katie, got a horrible feeling they might be expecting some speech. He cast a concerned look at the gang, saying stay alert.
"What had she been telling people?" Lilith whispered to Susan, who looked equally confused.
Soon everyone turned to a fidgeting Hermione, expecting a speech of sorts. Instead, the bushy-haired girl had to take a couple of breaths as she contemplated what to say.
"Er," said Hermione, her voice slightly higher than usual out of nerves. "Well — er — hi."
Everyone just looked at her, wondering what she had in mind…
"Well . . . erm . . . well, you know why you're here. Erm . . . well, Ron and I had the idea — I mean" — Ron had thrown her a sharp look.
"I had the idea — that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defense Against the Dark Arts and I mean, really study it, you know, not the rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us" — (Hermione's voice became suddenly much stronger and more confident) — "because nobody could call that Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Hear, hear," said Anthony Goldstein, and Hermione looked heartened. He, like so many others, sent letters home to their parents saying that Umbridge was not teaching them anything for the practical part of their exams. A handful of them were able to drop the woman's class before her educational decree made it impossible for others to drop the class.
"Well, I thought it would be good if we, well, took matters into our own hands. And by that, I mean learning how to defend ourselves properly, not just theory but the real spells needed to survive." Finishing as though she hadn't been interrupted.
"You want to pass your Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. too, though, I bet?" said Michael Corner.
"Of course I do," said Hermione at once. "But I want more than that, I want to be properly trained in Defense because . . . because . . ." She took a great breath and finished, "Because Lord Voldemort's back."
The reaction was immediate and predictable. A good amount of the people present shuddered in fear when she used You-Know-Who's name. Some needed clarification. The rest displayed no visible reactions.
"Well . . . that's the plan anyway," said Hermione. "If you want to join us, we need to decide how we're going to —"
"Where's the proof You-Know-Who's back?" Zacharias Smith aggressively voice.
"Well, Dumbledore believes it —" Hermione began.
"So just because Dumbledore says something, it's automatically true?" Marietta shot her a skeptical look. "Why should we believe anything he says after what's happened in recent years? Each year there's some form of danger."
"So, there were a few problems here and there," Hermione spoke in a dismissal voice. "But Professor Dumbledore…believes that Professor Potter saw him."
The students heard the edge in her voice. It was well-known she had a lot of animosity toward Potter. A few of them shook their heads as she needed to let the stupid feud go as it's grown old. Since the beginning of term, she had spent a large amount of time in the library reading book after book, trying to absorb as much knowledge as possible to surpass him. Rumor had it she signed up to take three more O.W.L exams.
"Well, where's the proof?" Smith arrogantly challenged. "The only thing Dumbledore told us was that Cedric and Potter were taken somewhere away from the castle and attacked by Death Eaters. Potter is an arrogant, self-absorbed bastard who got what he deserved after cheating Cedric out of his chances of winning." He suddenly froze in fear after sensing two powerful spikes in magic; turning his head, he saw Emily Stevenson and Daphne Greengrass shooting death glares.
"Have care of how you speak of my brother," the older boy paled and fell back into his seat as she neared him. "If there was a brain in that skull of yours, then you would be wise to use it before firing off slanderous accusations." She pressed on. "What happened to all that bravado you had? Did you lose it along with that betrothal contract to Padma?"
Zach shot a look at Padma, who scowled indignantly at him.
"Or was it that your family lost a huge amount of money, and he kicked your sorry arse? You are nothing. Nothing! After Cedric and Harry grabbed the cup, they were portkeyed away and attacked by Death Eaters. Whereas Diggory was no match and nearly lost his life, Harry managed to defend both of them before sending him back."
Spinning around, she walked back to her seat next to Astoria.
Gathering his courage, Cedric stood up, "what Emily says is the absolute truth. When Harry and I were attacked by Dolohov, the Lestranges, Rockwood, and a squad of other Death Eaters from Russia, Africa, and Ukraine. If not for Harry, I would be dead by now." Shooting his junior Hufflepuff a disapproving look. "Even after getting me out, he stayed to take them on himself only to return broken and battered. Those injuries were not normal and likely caused by people who wield tremendous power."
He remembered his talk with Harry at Gringotts about Voldemort being back. It still gives him nightmares as he could attack at any given moment. Thankfully, Harry created those protective orbs, and the moment after getting home, he immediately set them up.
"Look, everyone, even if Vol-Voldemort is not back, the worst of his Death Eaters are free…" George said.
"…and they've had a lot of time to plan. We all know that Fudge is an idiot and will not let us be taught anything." Fred ended.
They spoke in unison, "so why shouldn't we prepare? If we want to survive, we must learn how to defend ourselves."
"My thoughts exactly," Hermione gave them a curt nod.
"Then who should teach us? I don't know if you noticed, but Umbridge is cracking down on the professors, and I highly doubt they'll be up to teach us." Alicia challenged.
"Not to mention that some of us were able to drop her class because we weren't learning anything. Self-studying is good for studying source materials, but what you're suggesting is different," Angelina commented.
"We can start by teaching each other," Hermione implored. "I am the best among the fifth-year students and can teach my year and below," naming herself the de facto leader. "Plus, Professor Dumbledore would want it this way."
Lilith and the others could only roll their eyes as they expected this. Neville's intel about Hermione trying to gain leadership on Dumbledore's orders had come through.
Susan shot her an incredulous look, "Hermione, you may be decent with spells, but you are hardly leadership material. Given your previous track record, that says a lot," pausing for a minute when everyone turned to look at her. "There's also the fact that you are not top of the year anymore and lack the experience to actually teach advanced spells." Hermione's expression darkened as she was no longer at the top of the year.
"Susan's right," Hannah stepped in for her friend. "We need someone who has experience teaching, knows how to counter the Dark Arts, and keeps us interested."
"How about Harry?" Cedric recommended. Everyone turned to him. "Unlike the other professors, he doesn't face the same restrictions since he technically owns the castle."
That generated some debate as the students were murmuring about learning from Professor Potter.
"After all, in addition to helping the professors in class, he has after-school sessions, which has helped a lot of us," remembering his end-of-the-year grades were higher than expected. Moreover, ever since Harry started teaching, his understanding of magic has become more refined, and he could perform more advanced spells with relative ease.
"He also teaches them combat magic," Dean pointed to the group at the end. "I sometimes see you guys facing against dueling dummies with him watching over you."
"What is teaching you?" Hermione snapped.
"Are you deaf, Granger?" Blaise scowled. "He's been teaching us combat magic for over a year. Honestly," shaking his head, "how else do you think we've become so powerful."
"Maybe it would be a good idea to ask Harry to teach us. He already sat his N.E.W.T exams and received high marks." Terry thought back to the hearing in which Harry revealed his scores.
"He also won three International dueling tournaments and already had his magical maturity. Thus making him ridiculously stronger than any average wizard," someone from Hufflepuff said.
"Don't forget that he became the youngest Dueling Master in history," Astoria voiced.
Then Parvati added, "during his tenure at Hogwart's, he managed to defeat a basilisk, defeated Vol-Voldemort's sixteen-year-old self, killed a belly of dementors, and prevented a war between us and the Japanese branch."
"That and, from what I heard, devised different strategies so he and the other champions could survive," Michael finished.
The irritation building in Hermione became too great as she angrily retorted, "you all make it sound like Harry is the answer to our problems by mentioning his accomplishments." The narrowed eyes being sent her way were ignored. "However, you missed some important details as he's killed over a hundred people, uses dark magic without restraints, regularly defies Dumbledore, destroyed two countries, and is on the way to becoming worse than Voldemort."
Some of them shuddered at the mention of his name, while others glared. "Sounds to me like your jealous, Granger…" Daphne stepped in with a slight amount of anger in her voice. "The people he killed were war criminals who pledged their loyalties to Voldemort. He may use dark magic now and then, but only when needed. The majority of his spells fall into the grey category and ancient magic. And defying the old git is not a punishable offense."
"Professor Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world. Harry only wishes he could be half the man he is," Ron heatedly replied.
"Please, Weasley," Tracey scoffed. "We all know you're a staunch supporter of the fossil. You would do anything he says without a second thought. But, if he was so great…then why didn't he do anything about the Death Eaters who pleaded to be under the imperius curse? Why did he not pass a law to declare the dark mark illegal? Or better yet, why hasn't he done anything to mitigate Umbridge's influence within the castle? You see, these are questions that require answers."
Murmurs were being discussed as they raised some valid points, as those questions needed to be answered. All around, the students were asking why Dumbledore hadn't done much after the war to improve the lives of others both in and out of the school.
"Look, let's get back on topic here," Hannah ended the whispers. "We all need to pass our exams and want to survive. The problems are that we need a good enough teacher, work around Umbridge, and find a place to practice."
"Agreed. We don't need Potter to teach us. So, let's start researching practical defensive spells, practice them, help each other out, and meet up at least once a week."
"Hang on," said Angelina, "we need to ensure this doesn't clash with our Quidditch practice."
"No," said Cho, "nor with ours."
"Nor ours," added Zacharias Smith. Cedric shook his head as there were more important things than Quidditch.
"I'm sure we can find a night that suits everyone," said Hermione, slightly impatiently, "but you know, this is rather important; we're talking about learning to defend ourselves against V-Voldemort's Death Eaters —"
"Well said!" barked Ernie Macmillan. "Personally, I think this is really important, possibly more important than anything else we'll do this year, even with our O.W.L.s coming up! Especially since the Lestranges are out of prison." Shuddering a bit.
Hermione resumed with a more calm and determined voice. "We think the reason Umbridge doesn't want us trained in Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione, "is that she's got some . . .some mad idea that Dumbledore could use the students in the school as a kind of private army. She thinks he'd mobilize us against the Ministry."
They spent the next couple of minutes discussing possible locations for them to practice. First, however, Luna and the others held their own discussion on what's happened thus far.
"There are some unused classrooms we can use, but I still think we should consult Professor Potter," someone said.
Hermione ignored the comment, rummaged in her bag and produced parchment and a quill, then hesitated as though she was steeling herself to say something.
"I-I think everybody should write their name down just so we know who was here. But I also think," she took a deep breath, "that we all ought to agree not to shout about what we're doing. So if you sign, you're agreeing not to tell Umbridge — or anybody else — what we're up to."
Several of them signed the form, except for Aaron, Katie, the two other Gryffindor chasers, and the gang, as they suspected Granger must have enchanted it. Emily said she would only learn from Harry and left the pub with her friends. This was only a ruse because when they were outside the pub, they ducked into a dark alley to apply the disillusionment charm on themselves.
The group listened to the people who signed the bewitched sheet of parchment, where they started discussing the possibility of names for their new group. Finally, after some debate, they decided to call themselves: Defense Association, or D.A. for short.
Getting what they needed after the meeting ended, they summoned the crystals and disappeared into the village.
A/N: First of all let me say I know I'm a tease so please for give that. I'm currently working on some of my new fanfics, keep in mind I won't post them for a time.
All right to start things off Crabbe and Goyle are not happy as they no longer have any money, businesses or enjoy their lives of luxuries. I mean did they really think Harry was playing? Hell no. He earned that stuff fair and square. Also does it really come as a surprise that the Death Eaters would have stolen treasures from other countries? I mean come on their murderers and thieves.
How did you all like the fact of Kingsley being a married man and father? I've always liked and respected him as he never hid anything from Harry or Sirius. He was always honest and straight forward. As for Scrimgeour he's the Head of the Auror office and not an idiot. Sure he might have been an ass to Harry in the books but he knew something had to be done about Voldemort and at least he doesn't trust Dumbledore and is aware of the Order of the Phoenix.
Here it is people the D.A has been created with Hermione naming herself as it's leader. She and Ron were secretly a part of the Order, working for Dumbledore. Hermione still has a chip on her shoulder as Harry beat her in everything school related and is unhappy at not being in first place anymore. The organization maybe called the Defense Association, but in reality it's Dumbledore's Army according to Ron and Hermione.
Next Chapter: Blood quill, freedom, and it's time.