"Can we get rid of Umbridge?" Fred and George asked, as soon as they cornered him. It hadn't been a week since his minions had shown up, and they were already trying to get rid of people.

"Why are you trying to get rid of a teacher?" Bill asked, walking out from the shadows and giving Harry a mini heart attack.

What was it with them and attempting to kill him? Weren't they supposed to be helping him? Though maybe killing him was the best way to help him? Hmm… that was something to think about. Pushing those thoughts out of his head, Harry tuned back into the conversation.

"Ooh! Did I hear something about murder?"

And Lucius Malfoy was there as well. He looked positively gleeful if his wide grin and the fact that he was skipping were anything to go by. Or maybe he was actually sad. Who knows with these death eaters?

"We aren't killing anyone," Bill said flatly, not even very invested in the conversation anymore.

He made murder sound like something that was a child's play toy, and he would rather play with it later over sooner. Okay, that didn't make sense even in his head. Time to get the meaningful conversations back on track anyway, because murder was something not to be participated in. Was it? Gah, he was now questioning his morals.

"Why are we getting rid of Umbridge?" Harry asked, curious to know the twins' reasons. Also, he didn't want to think of his gradually worsening morals anymore.

"Well, Harrykins," Twin 1 started, perhaps this was Fred? Okay, let's say this was Fred, hmm… his eyes were a darker blue than George's. Hah! Take that, you confusing, identical people! Back to the conversation. He had missed the beginning, but it seemed like they were only just getting to the interesting bits.

"So, she tells us all to repeat a good morning wish back to her and treats us all like seven-year-olds!" George said, and then Fred took over.

"And then, throughout the lesson, she refuses to allow us to actually practice the spells. Apparently, we're only doing theory!" Their arms were flailing around.

By the time they were done, Harry didn't remember which twin was which anymore, and that nifty observation had been pushed into the 'forgotten' pile in his brain. But more importantly, he had figured out that Umbridge was a horrible teacher who would probably lead to 'death by neglecting of education', if that existed. One more teacher to add to the messy pile of horrible DADA teachers. At least the first four taught him very, very practical defense if their aim was to attack him themselves. Ah well!

"Harry?" He heard Elvis' voice through his thoughts, and immediately tuned back into the real world. Elvis grinned sharply at him.

"Oh, you aren't dead!" Lestrange said, and where did he come from? Also, why did he sound so disappointed?

Before Harry could do anything about it, Bill smacked Lestrange, hard. The twins laughed at him openly, as did Malfoy and Black. Would you look at that, the entire troop of his minions had shown up. Perhaps he should go and hide himself away for a while?

"It won't work," Elvis said, and Harry turned to him in shock. How on earth did he know what Harry was thinking? It was really not fair that he could read minds! Harry wanted to read minds too, it would make his life so much simpler!

"What?" Was the only word he was able to get out, but hopefully Elvis understood what he meant.

"You can't hide from any of us for long," Elvis said, obviously unaware of the fact that his sentence sounded completely ominous, but none of them had a problem with murder, so maybe their logic and morals are completely skewed?

Harry should have honestly run away from them. He should have really, really run away right in that moment, when he realized that their morals were skewed. Because following that, things just got worse.

Not immediately, of course not. But a day later, after Harry had sat through another of Umbridge's classes, he was done with being nice and polite!

"Can we kill Umbridge?" he asked, as soon as they ambushed him. He barely spent a couple of seconds thinking about the fact that they seemed to be stalking him, which should have worried him.

"Hmm… looks like we are contemplating murder!" Malfoy exclaimed again, and this time Harry was positive he was being gleeful. Maybe this wasn't a very good idea?

"Oh yes," The twin currently dubbed Fred, threw an arm over his shoulder from Harry's right. "That pink toad deserves everything that's coming to her!"

"She put us in detention for calling her a pink toad! Can you believe it?" The other twin, George, exclaimed. Harry is a little preoccupied by the fact that these are the slowest words he has heard from either of them and the fact that they should be thrown in detention for calling a teacher a pink toad, however horrible the teacher was.

"So, murder!" Lestrange started, with a clinical tone to his voice. "Are we going for public and humiliating, or subtle and unknown? Or maybe everyone knows who did it, but it can't be proved? Or are we framing someone else?"

"Ooh!" Black joined in, and whatever resemblance he shared with Sirius was gone with that one word, and his tone while saying it. "Are we doing a hanging, poisoning or accidental death? We can arrange any type, you know?"

"Even a suicide!" Elvis exclaimed, and Harry was struck with the realization that he was the sanest person in the group, and if he was encouraging them to murder people, then who was going to stop them? And with that, common sense sets back in, and so does his morals.

"I'm sorry!" He said to the group, and then immediately backtracked. Why was he even apologizing? He was stopping a murder; he didn't have to apologize to anybody!

"Right, never mind! We aren't killing anyone!" He completed his statement with a happy little smile, which is promptly erased by the chorus of 'aww' that follows.

"Ah, looks like his common sense returned!" Bill said, picking his nails nonchalantly. He had clearly been waiting for this.

The rest of them looked so sad that Harry was tempted to let them murder Umbridge because otherwise they were going to make him sad! Wait a second! They hadn't even been there a week and they were already influencing him! Oh, Merlin! This was not good; this was not good at all! He was doomed! Completely doomed!

"Oh, don't worry Harry!" Elvis said, and Harry turned to the foreigner desperately hoping everything was a joke. "We're all doomed!"