After Snape's inspection, Daphne wasn't sure the day could get any worse. As she trudged up to Divination, Daphne tried to shake off the unease, but it clung to her like a heavy cloak. Umbridge's suffocating presence felt like it lingered in every corridor, like she'd jump out anywhere at a moment's notice.

The moment Daphne stepped into the classroom, she was sure karma had been listening to her thoughts. The tower was unusually quiet, the normally whimsical chatter of her classmates reduced to nervous whispers, as everyone stared at Professor Umbridge, her sickly sweet smile in place as she took a seat in the front, her clipboard at the ready.

From the very start, Trelawney fumbled through her explanations of dream interpretation, her usual fluid and eccentric mannerisms reduced to awkward pauses and stammering that reminded Daphne all too much of Professor Quirrell's shaky lectures from her first year at Hogwarts.

By the end of the lesson, even Umbridge seemed bored. Daphne had hoped that would be the end of it, but just as everyone was packing up, the toad-like professor's voice sliced through the air. "Professor Trelawney," Umbridge called, her tone laced with condescension. "Perhaps you might grace us with a prophecy? Since that is your area of expertise."

Trelawney paled, clearly caught off guard. "I… I must remind you, prophecies cannot simply be… summoned on command," she stammered.

But then, just as the words left her mouth, something shifted. Trelawney's hands trembled, her expression suddenly going blank. Her eyes glazed over, and the room grew deathly still. In a voice that was no longer her own, she spoke:

"The old gods betrayed humanity, and were betrayed in turn,

But a new god is coming, and you will know him by his touch.

He will wield the storms and bend the light,

And through his voice, the lost shall find their sight.

A new god is coming; in his birth, the veil of magic shall wane,

And with his rise, the balance shall be reclaimed."

The classroom fell into a stunned silence; even Umbridge blinked in shock as Trelawney coughed in pain and then looked around in confusion, her usual foggy awareness returning.

Recovering her composure, Umbridge's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the room. "A rather dramatic performance, Professor Trelawney," she said coldly, her voice laced with disdain. "While your... prophecy may be of interest to those with a taste for theatrics, I fail to see how it contributes to the practical education of our students."

"I'm sorry?" Professor Trelawney asked in surprise, blinking confused.

Umbridge's gaze lingered on Trelawney with a mix of contempt and suspicion before she turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Trelawney to stammer incomprehensibly.

As the students began filing out of the classroom, Daphne found herself caught up in the slow-moving flow down the winding tower stairs. The air buzzed with murmurs of excitement, most of them centred around Trelawney's unexpected prophecy.

Ahead of her, Parvati and Lavender were already deep in a hushed but enthusiastic conversation.

"Did you hear that? A new god? That has to mean something big," Lavender whispered, her eyes wide with awe.

Parvati nodded eagerly. "It must be real! It's probably a sign of something important. Maybe it's connected to Jupiter? You know how it's related to—"

Daphne rolled her eyes, a wry smile tugging at her lips. Of course those two would be taking it seriously. Typical. She quickened her pace, eager to leave behind the speculative chatter. A vague, half-muttered prophecy from Trelawney was the last thing she intended to waste time worrying about.

As she descended the stairs, Daphne couldn't help but think that the only real 'prophecy' she'd trust from Trelawney was that she'd stutter her way through another inspection.

As October rolled in, the oppressive weight of Umbridge's presence had fully settled over Hogwarts. Her constant inspections, stifling lessons, and the Ministry's increasingly invasive decrees had worn down the students' patience. Complaints were whispered in the hallways, murmured in common rooms, but never voiced openly. No one dared to be overheard by her ever-watchful eyes.

Daphne found herself in yet another hushed conversation in the study room, surrounded by Harry's friends, as Cedric finally spoke up, his voice low but firm. "We can't go on like this," he said, casting a quick glance around the room as if making sure there were no spies. "If Umbridge won't let us practise Defence properly, we'll have to do it ourselves—without her knowing."

Daphne raised an eyebrow cautiously. "So what? Do you want to start a secret study group or something?"

"Exactly," Cedric nodded, determinedly. "We'll keep it small, just a few trusted people at first. We need to make sure that we're prepared for whatever comes, even if it means going against Umbridge's ridiculous rules."

"Where would we even meet?" Neville asked nervously, glancing between them, "I don't want to imagine what she'd do if she found us."

"We could meet here," Ron suggested, gesturing to Harry's study room, casually.

Daphne shot him a sharp look. "Maybe let's not invite random people into Harry's room." Her tone was pointed, leaving little room for argument. Harry's space was his, and she didn't feel right using it for something he hadn't agreed to.

Cedric raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Daphne's right. This room is Harry's, and we don't know when he might be back. We need to respect that. But we still need a place that's safe and secure."

Ron frowned, clearly frustrated but unwilling to argue. "Alright, but where else can we meet that won't raise suspicion?"

Cedric leaned forward, calmingly. "We'll find somewhere. Maybe one of the unused classrooms, or even somewhere out on the grounds if we have to. But whatever we do, we cannot let Umbridge catch wind of this."

"We should probably see how many people would be interested first," Daphne added thoughtfully. "If it's only a handful, finding a secret spot will be much easier."

"I'll talk to some friends, see if there's interest," Cedric offered. "Daphne, could you scout out a good place for us to meet and go over details with anyone who's up for it?"

Daphne considered for a moment before nodding. "There's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up. If we meet there, Umbridge won't have any authority over us."

Cedric brightened considerably at her suggestion. "That's a great idea. Hogsmeade would be perfect—far away from her prying eyes. We can meet at The Three Broomsticks."

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's a bit public. All it would take is one person running back to Umbridge, and we'd be done. What about the Shrieking Shack? Nobody ever goes there."

"Yeah, but we'd be exposed," Ron countered. "People may not go there, but anyone walking by could still see us. Isn't there that old pub in the backstreets? The Bored Head or something?"

Cedric frowned, thinking for a moment before snapping his fingers. "The Hog's Head! That's what you're thinking of. It's off the main path, way less crowded. The barman doesn't ask too many questions either."

Daphne nodded, her mind racing. "I've heard of it. Marcus Flint used to sneak in there for drinks. We'd definitely draw less attention."

Neville, more confident now, chimed in. "And if anyone sees us, we can just say we were curious. It's a public pub, after all—Umbridge can't really forbid us from going."

Cedric grinned, the plan falling into place. "Alright then, the Hog's Head it is. We'll meet there, keep things low-key, and work out the details with whoever shows up."

As the weekend arrived, Hogsmeade was abuzz with students enjoying their rare escape from the stifling confines of the castle. But Daphne had other things on her mind as she slipped away from the crowds and made her way toward the less-travelled path leading to the Hog's Head.

The pub loomed ahead, its weathered sign creaking in the breeze. The building looked as uninviting as its reputation suggested, with grimy windows and a thick layer of dust covering the wooden beams. Daphne paused at the entrance, feeling a flutter of nerves in her stomach.

She knew she was early—far earlier than anyone else. The others had chosen to spend the afternoon enjoying the village, delaying their arrival until closer to the meeting time.

Daphne took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The heavy oak creaked as it swung inward, revealing a dimly lit room that smelled faintly of stale ale and something she couldn't quite place. Her shoes tapped softly on the worn floorboards as she made her way to the bar, as her eyes adjusted to the dark.

The Hog's Head was nearly empty, save for a few shadowy figures huddled in the corners, nursing their drinks in silence. The barman, a strangely familiar grizzled man with a perpetual scowl etched into his features, barely looked up from polishing a glass as she passed by. Daphne felt a prickling sense of unease creep up her spine, but she forced herself to push it aside.

One man, in particular, caught her attention—he was incredibly large, so much so that Daphne couldn't help but think he was too big to be allowed. The sheer size of him made the cramped bar feel even smaller, and she wondered how someone that massive could fit anywhere.

Beside him, a wild-looking youth was half-hidden in his shadow, seemingly engaged in a reckless drinking competition with the giant, both of them downing high-quality Firewhiskey with alarming enthusiasm. His dishevelled appearance, and the roughness of his clothes, made it clear he was nothing but trouble.

Daphne's displeasure was hard to mask as she took the barstool farthest from the pair, her eyes narrowing at the way they clinked their glasses with a rowdy cheer. She had no desire to get involved in whatever antics they were up to, and she couldn't shake the unease that came from being in the same room as someone so unnaturally large.

"What do you want?" The barman growled, startling her out of her thoughts.

"Oh er… Something to drink, please?"

"Obviously," he replied irritably.

Daphne flinched at his gruff tone but quickly recovered her composure. "A butterbeer, please." she said, her voice steadier now.

The barman grunted in acknowledgement and shuffled off to fetch her drink. Daphne took the opportunity to glance around the room, her gaze drifting back to the giant and the youth. She noticed the youth's eyes were now locked onto hers, bright emerald eyes that were lighting up in recognition.

"Ho' shit it's Daphne!" He slurred excitedly, before he negligently waved his silver hand in an exaggerated gesture, and Daphne blinked.

Daphne's heart skipped a beat as recognition suddenly dawned on her. The rough charm of his appearance suddenly seemed familiar, and the recognition hit her like a lightning bolt.

"Harry?" she exclaimed, her voice catching slightly. She hadn't seen him for months, and looking at him now, it was clear he'd been through a great deal. His clothes were torn and dirty, and his face was marked with the grime of travel.

Harry grinned, his smile wide and somewhat unsteady. "Daphne! I didn't think I'd see you here!" he said, his voice full of genuine joy despite the state he was in.

Daphne tried to hide her concern, forcing a smile. "You look... different. And I didn't expect to find you here like this, either. What happened?"

"Hagrid and I have been… Well, we've been up to some things." Harry replied with a conspiratorial wink, though his voice carried across the entire bar. He took a deep swig, before placing the empty glass down on the bar.

"How long have you been here?" Daphne asked pointedly, her nose wrinkling slightly at the strong smell of Firewhiskey on his breath.

"They've been here since I first opened," the barman interjected moodily, slamming Daphne's butterbeer down beside her. "Damn near broke my door down."

"I see." Daphne gave a small, awkward laugh, before turning back to Harry. "Well, I'm glad to see you, even if it's in such a state. We actually have a meeting planned—would you like to join us?"

Harry's eyes lit up at the invitation. "A meeting? What kind of meeting?"

"It's a bit of a secret," Daphne said, lowering her voice. "We're organising a small study group for Defence Against the Dark Arts. Things have been getting pretty tight with Professor Umbridge's new rules, and I thought you might want to get involved."

To her disappointment, Harry's frown deepened as he struggled to focus. "Why do you need to meet here for a study group? What rules?"

Before Daphne could answer, the door swung open, and Cedric and Luna walked in, their conversation momentarily halting as they took in the scene. Luna's eyes immediately brightened when she spotted Harry.

"Harry!" Luna exclaimed, her voice full of genuine delight. She bounded over and threw her arms around him in an enthusiastic hug. "It's wonderful to see you again! How are you?"

Harry, taken aback but clearly pleased, returned the hug with a lopsided grin. "Luna! I've been fine, just a bit sore." He wobbled slightly as he pulled away.

Cedric, following closely behind, greeted Harry with a warm smile. "Harry, it's good to see you. Glad you could make it."

Daphne took the opportunity to address Harry's question. "We were just discussing the situation with Umbridge. Basically Harry, she isn't teaching us anything in Defence Against the Dark Arts, so we're forming a study group so we can actually pass our exams."

Cedric nodded in agreement, stepping in to help explain. "Yes, the new restrictions are pretty severe, and we've had to be discreet about how we go about it. We thought meeting here would be safest."

Harry looked between Cedric and Daphne, frowning. "Isn't the Library open, though?"

Daphne tilted her head slightly, puzzled. "Yes, the Library is open. But what's your point?"

Harry continued, "If the Library is open, why not just use it for self-study? Everything you need should be there, right?"

Cedric sighed, "Not everyone will use it effectively on their own. Some students need more guidance and structure, especially with practical instruction missing."

Harry's frown deepened. "And that's not your problem. It's O.W.L. year for us; we'd need to self-study anyway, even with a competent teacher. The fact there's apparently a bad teacher this year shouldn't change that."

"It's not just about self-study." Daphne replied, frustrated, "We're missing out on essential practical experience and support. A study group will help fill that gap and keep everyone on track."

Harry's expression darkened, and he leaned heavily on the bar, struggling to focus on Daphne. "I don't remember students forming a study group when I needed help with the Tournament or when the Basilisk was petrifying everyone." he said, his words slurring angrily, before he called for another pint of Firewhiskey.

"I get that, Harry, but You-Know-Who wasn't back, then." Cedric countered, "People are at risk if they don't learn how to defend themselves. Sure, they could pass their exams by themselves if needed. But that won't teach them how to survive in the real world."

Harry's expression darkened. "Voldemort had already tried to kill me twice by my Fourth Year. He might not have been a danger to everyone, but he was never gone."

Cedric and Daphne exchanged a look, understanding dawning on both of them. "Alright," Cedric said, softening his tone. "I see what you're saying. Really I do. You've been through a lot, I won't deny that. Which is why I'm asking if you would help provide others with the support you never got."

Harry's frown eased slightly, and he seemed to weigh Cedric's words. After a moment, he nodded, taking a long pull from his pint. "Fine, I'll help them. I won't be teaching them how to pass their exams, someone else can do that if they care so much. But I'll teach them how to survive."

"Great," Daphne said, relief evident in her voice. "We're meeting here in a few minutes, actually. It's just about time for everyone to arrive."

Harry nodded, his expression now more resolute. "Alright then. I'll stick around."

Daphne glanced at Cedric, who gave her an encouraging nod. "Perfect. We should head over and get things organised."

As they made their way towards the back of the pub where the meeting would take place, Cedric leaned closer to Daphne, his voice low and concerned. "That's not quite what I was hoping for from Harry. And I don't like the fact that he's drinking. It sets a bad example and could undermine what we're trying to do."

As Cedric and Daphne settled into the back corner of the pub, the atmosphere shifted from the rowdy noise of the bar to a more focused, anticipatory buzz. Cedric took out a small piece of parchment and began jotting down some notes on what they needed to cover in the meeting.

Ron appeared moments later, his eyes wandering towards the bar as he approached. "Hey, have we got a tab set up or anything?" he asked, glancing at Daphne.

She shook her head. "No, we haven't. And we don't need one."

Ron rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on the bottles behind the bar. "Do you think I could order a Firewhiskey?"

Daphne shot him an irritated look. "Ron, you're a prefect! You're supposed to be setting an example, not—" she cut herself off, clearly exasperated.

"Well, Harry's drinking Firewhiskey, isn't he?" Ron interrupted, jerking his thumb towards the bar where Harry was still leaning, deep in conversation with Hagrid and the barman.

Cedric, looking up from his parchment, raised an eyebrow. "Harry isn't a prefect, though. And he's with a teacher. An admittedly drunk teacher, but technically it's not breaking any rules."

Ron shrugged, looking slightly put out by the reasoning but unwilling to push further. "Alright, alright. Just saying…" he muttered, throwing one last glance at the bar before sitting down across from them.

Ignoring Ron, Daphne scanned the room, trying to suppress the discomfort lingering from Harry's dishevelled state. The creak of the pub's door caught her attention, and she glanced over to see a few students trickling in. First, a sizeable group of Hufflepuffs arrived, nearly filling up the front of the room, chatting excitedly as they settled in.

Not long after, the Gryffindor Quidditch team entered, followed by a couple of additional Gryffindors who tagged along, their lively presence immediately noticeable. Behind them, the Ravenclaw Prefects arrived, bringing a few friends along as well.

The small pub was rapidly becoming crowded, the low murmur of conversation growing louder as the students gathered. Daphne's eyes widened in alarm, and she turned sharply to Cedric. "This is your idea of a small gathering?" she hissed, her voice low but tense.

Cedric glanced at the growing crowd, then shrugged with a faint smile. "They all seemed interested," he replied, unconcerned.

Before Daphne could respond, Cedric stood up and addressed the growing crowd. "Thanks for coming, everyone. We're going to keep this brief and to the point. We're forming a study group to ensure we're adequately prepared for our Defence Against the Dark Arts exams, and, more importantly, to give ourselves the skills we need to protect ourselves."

"Why?" asked Zacharias Smith, his voice cutting through the murmurs with a sharp edge that Daphne found unnecessarily hostile.

"Why? Because You-Know-Who is back, you tosspot!" Ron shot back, his temper flaring.

Zacharias crossed his arms, his expression unimpressed. "So he says," he countered, jerking his head toward Harry, who was now leaning on Daphne's chair, looking indifferent.

"Zacharias, Dumbledore also said—" Cedric began, attempting to diffuse the tension.

"Dumbledore said because he says," Zacharias interrupted, gesturing again at Harry. "Where's the proof?"

Before Cedric could respond, Harry straightened up, his slurred tone vanishing, replaced with a cold intensity that silenced the room. "Who cares about proof?" His voice, clear and firm now, cut through the crowd's apprehension.

Daphne glanced up at him, frowning, but he pressed on. "I say Voldemort's back, you don't. Fine. But what difference does it make? The world outside Hogwarts is dangerous, proof or not.

"And if I'm right," Harry stepped closer, his gaze locking with Zacharias', "are you really willing to risk everything on the chance that I might be lying? Wouldn't you rather learn how to survive, no matter what?"

Harry's intense gaze swept over the students, daring anyone to challenge him. "The point isn't whether or not you believe in Voldemort's return. The point is that we're dealing with an unpredictable and dangerous world. Hogwarts might feel safe now, but it won't be when you face real threats."

Zacharias shifted uncomfortably under Harry's scrutiny, but stubbornly clung to his scepticism. "So you're saying we should just take your word for it and waste our time on this?"

Cedric stepped in, his tone calm but firm, balancing Harry's intensity. "It's not just about what Harry believes. The world outside is dangerous regardless of your opinion on Voldemort. We need to be ready for whatever's out there. Our current lessons won't prepare us for that."

"And you think that gap should be filled by Potter?" Zacharias sneered.

"No, because I won't be helping you lot pass your exams," Harry shot back without hesitation.

"You aren't?" Ernie Macmillan asked, clearly disappointed.

Scoffing, Harry shook his head. "Why would I? Everything you need to pass your exams is in the Library. If you're too lazy to find it, that's your problem, not mine. I'm here to teach you how to survive, and that's it. Death Eaters won't care what your O.W.L. scores are, and neither will I."

"So, what—you're saying we should be good enough to fight Death Eaters?" Zacharias asked, his interest piqued despite himself.

"Maybe," Harry said bluntly. "That's up to you. But someone's going to have to know how to fight them, because I'm not going to do it for you."

The room fell silent, the weight of Harry's words hanging in the air. Uneasy glances passed between the students. Zacharias, still stubborn, finally spoke up again. "What about You-Know-Who, then? Are you saying you won't fight him either?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, but before Harry could respond, Ron stepped forward, his voice sharp. "I thought you didn't believe You-Know-Who was back, Zacharias."

Zacharias shifted, caught off guard. "Well, I mean—He can't go around telling everyone he's back and then say it's not his problem!"

Harry let out a humourless laugh, his voice cold. "I fought him. Twice. I'm not doing it again on your behalf, or anyone else's. The Ministry doesn't want me involved. So no, I'm not going to defend you—or them—from anything."

The room was quiet, the weight of Harry's words settling over the group. Some students looked uncomfortable, others worried. Cedric took a deep breath, stepping forward to address the group.

"Look, what Harry's saying is harsh but true. We're in a dangerous world, and we need to be prepared. Whether or not you believe in the immediate threat, the skills we learn here could make the difference in a real crisis."

An anxious murmur rippled through the group. "Are we not getting help with our exams, then?" asked the Ravenclaw Seeker, her disappointment evident.

Cedric turned to her with a fond smile. "You'll definitely get help with your exams. I'll be covering the spells and theory that Professor Umbridge should be teaching. And Harry will focus on teaching you how to defend yourselves."

As the students settled down, murmurs of excitement and apprehension lingered in the air. Daphne watched them closely, her mind racing. They were about to do something serious, something that could have major consequences if Umbridge, or anyone else in authority, found out.

Stepping forward, Daphne knew it was her responsibility to ensure that everyone understood just how crucial secrecy would be. She cleared her throat, gathering the group's attention. "Before we go any further, I need to stress how important it is that this group remains... private. If word gets out, it won't just be us in trouble—it could be much worse."

She gestured to a parchment laid out on a table, which sat inconspicuous, despite its many enchantments. "To make sure everyone here is committed to that secrecy, I've prepared a magical contract, once you sign, you'll be magically bound. If anyone breaks the contract and reveals what we're doing here, we'll know immediately."

She then held up the shimmering quill beside the parchment. "This isn't something to take lightly. I need everyone who signs to understand the consequences of breaking this agreement."

There were murmurs again, more subdued this time, with hesitant glances exchanged across the room. Cedric stepped forward, adding his voice to Daphne's. "This is about trust," he said, his calm tone offering reassurance. "We're all here to support each other, but we also need to protect each other. This contract ensures that."

The Weasley Twins were the first to leap into action, signing their names with confident grins before standing beside Daphne, glaring down at anyone who looked like they might reconsider. One by one, the students came forward to sign the contract—some eagerly, others with a bit more hesitation.

"Right, now where are we meeting, and when?" Harry asked, once the final name had been signed.

"And we need to make sure this doesn't clash with our Quidditch practices," the Gryffindor captain added earnestly.

"No," Cho agreed, "nor with ours."

"I'm sure we can find a night that suits everyone," Cedric soothed, only to falter as Harry turned on him.

"No." He announced, simply. "If you think Quidditch is more important than what you'll be learning, that's on you. There's no way we are going to bend ourselves around your hobbies."

"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!"

Cedric nodded reluctantly, recognising the truth in Harry's words. "Alright then," he said, trying to restore some balance. "We'll find a time that prioritises this group's needs first. We'll work out the specifics later."

"Right, and I assume you don't have a location planned either? Right, meet up on the Seventh floor on Tuesday around 7pm, by that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy." Harry decided, getting reluctant looks in return.

Most of the students had clearly never ventured to the Seventh floor, let alone knew about the tapestry Harry mentioned. Murmurs of uncertainty began to ripple through the group, with several casting uneasy glances at one another.

Daphne, sensing the growing discomfort, quickly stepped in to offer reassurance. "The seventh floor might sound out of the way, but it's very discreet," she explained, her voice steady and confident. "Barnabas the Barmy's tapestry is a landmark you won't miss, and trust me, this location is... unique." She paused, allowing her words to settle before continuing. "You'll be safe there."

Ernie Macmillan, ever cautious, raised his hand. "Alright, so we'll meet at 7 on Tuesday, but how will we know where to go from there? The Seventh floor is a big place."

Harry, his patience thinning, cut in before Daphne could respond. "Don't worry about it. I'll guide you to where I have in mind," he said, brushing aside the question with a slight edge to his voice that silenced further inquiries. There was a finality in his tone that left no room for argument, and the students shifted, accepting his confidence even if they didn't fully understand.

Cedric clapped his hands together, breaking the moment. "Alright, then. Thanks, Harry. Now, remember guys, this isn't going to be easy, and it's definitely not going to be convenient," he said, his tone firm but encouraging.

"But if we're going to be ready for what's out there, we need to make these sacrifices. It'll be worth it. We've got our time and place, so let's focus on making the most of it. And remember," he added, his voice taking on a more serious note, "you cannot talk about this outside this group. Not to anyone."

"Thank you, oh wise Head Boy," George Weasley quipped, a grin spreading across his face.

"Well, time's ticking on," Fred added briskly, getting to his feet. "George, Lee, and I have got some... items of a sensitive nature to purchase, so we'll be seeing you all later."

As the meeting began to break up, students started chatting amongst themselves in small groups, the earlier tension giving way to excitement. Daphne was fairly sure that meeting had been the most adventurous thing most of those Hufflepuffs had ever done.

Just as she was about to gather her things, Susan Bones approached, looking a little hesitant. "Daphne, could I... talk to Harry for a moment? I wanted to ask him about our private training."

Daphne glanced around, expecting to see Harry lingering nearby. When she didn't spot him among the dispersing students, she felt a flash of irritation before realising where he must have gone. Her eyes darted toward the bar, where Harry was leaning against the counter, back in conversation with Hagrid.

Sighing, she nodded and beckoned for Susan to follow her. They made their way through the gradually emptying pub, weaving between tables and students who were slowly dispersing.

As they approached the bar, Daphne noticed that Harry was gesticulating animatedly while Hagrid listened attentively, noting how Harry's posture seemed more relaxed in Hagrid's presence.

"Harry," Daphne called out, her voice cutting through the din of the pub. "Susan wanted to speak with you."

Harry looked up, his expression shifting from relaxed to somewhat puzzled. He straightened up, pushing himself away from the bar. "What's up?"

Susan stumbled forward, her face flushed slightly, before she took a deep breath and started speaking. "So, Harry, last year you said you'd help train me, to make me strong. Is that still an option… Or will this group replace that?"

"If you are willing to spend that much time, I can also work with you separately." Harry agreed amicably, "We can start today, if you want."

"Today?" Susan squeaked, her eyebrows rising in surprise.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, if you're up for it. I've got nothing else planned here, and with Hogwarts being relatively empty, I should be able to sneak in."

Susan hesitated, clearly weighing her options. "I'd really appreciate that. If you're sure it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all," Harry said with a reassuring smile. "Are you joining us, Daphne?"

Daphne glanced between them, then nodded. "I can be, if you think I'm needed."

"Sure, you can be the training dummy," Harry said with a straight face.

Daphne rolled her eyes but couldn't help the slight smile tugging at her lips. "Wow, thanks, I feel so appreciated," she teased, letting him lead the way out of the bar.

The early afternoon sun was still hanging overhead as they approached the gates of the castle. The sounds of laughter and chatter from students still enjoying Hogsmeade weekend lingered in the distance, growing fainter with each step they took away from the village. The quiet here was almost unsettling compared to the buzz of activity they'd left behind.

Just as they neared the entrance, a squat, toad-like figure stepped out from the shadows behind the gate, standing squarely in their path. The three of them stopped abruptly, surprise flickering across Harry's face as Professor Umbridge's familiar pink cardigan and wide, unnerving smile came into view.

"Mr. Potter," Professor Umbridge's voice was sickly sweet, tinged with a sinister edge. "What a coincidence, running into you as you return to Hogwarts. I was beginning to wonder if you planned on gracing us with your presence this term."

Harry stiffened at the sound of her voice, his earlier relaxed demeanour vanishing.

"Now, I believe you owe me an explanation," Umbridge continued, her tone tightening as she took a deliberate step closer, her eyes narrowing. "Why have you missed the first month of classes? Do you, perhaps, believe the rules don't apply to you, Mr. Potter?"

Harry met her gaze steadily, his expression hardening. "I had other obligations that required my attention, Madam." he said flatly. "They've been resolved, and I'm here now."

Umbridge's eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction at his vague response. "Other obligations? And do these 'obligations' take precedence over your education? I find it hard to believe that you could have anything more important than attending Hogwarts, especially considering your… history."

Sensing the rising tension, Daphne stepped forward. "Harry's return was approved by Headmaster Dumbledore, professor. If you have any concerns, perhaps you should take them up with him."

Umbridge's saccharine smile faltered slightly at the mention of Dumbledore. She shifted her gaze to Daphne, her eyes narrowing further. "I wasn't addressing you, Miss Greengrass. But I do appreciate your… enthusiasm in defending your friend."

She turned her attention back to Harry, who hadn't taken his eyes off her. "I think it best if we go to the Headmaster, don't you, Mr. Potter?"

Harry's eyes flicked briefly to Daphne, then back to Umbridge. "You're right, Professor," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of steel. "We should speak with the Headmaster. Please, lead on, I'll be right behind you."

Umbridge's smile tightened, but she didn't protest. Harry turned to Daphne and Susan, his expression softening slightly.

"Daphne," he said quietly, "take Susan to the study room. I'll hopefully be with you in a few minutes. I'll pass on a message if I think it will take too long."

Daphne hesitated, clearly not thrilled with the idea of leaving Harry alone with Umbridge, but she nodded, understanding the need for discretion. "Alright, but don't take too long," she said, her tone firm but laced with concern.

"I won't," Harry assured her. He turned to Susan, who looked anxious but determined. "Susan, listen to Daphne. She'll help you get started. I'll be there soon, I promise."

Susan nodded, biting her lip but trusting his words. "Okay, Harry."

With a final glance at Harry, Daphne gently steered Susan away, leading her back towards the castle. Harry watched them go for a moment, making sure they were out of earshot, before turning back to face Umbridge.

"Shall we?" he said, gesturing towards the path that led to the Headmaster's office.

Umbridge's smile returned, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Yes, Mr. Potter," she said with a hint of triumph in her voice. "Let's not keep the Headmaster waiting."

As they began walking towards the Headmaster's office, the crunch of their footsteps on the gravel path was the only sound between them. Harry kept his posture straight, his expression carefully unreadable, even as the irritation bubbled beneath the surface. He had expected this confrontation with Umbridge sooner or later, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy it.

Beside him, Umbridge's smile remained plastered to her face, though the cold satisfaction in her eyes was unmistakable. "You know, Mr. Potter, I must say," she began, her voice saccharine but with a barb underneath, "your reputation precedes you. So much bravery, so much defiance—I do hope it doesn't lead you astray, especially when guidance is being offered."

Harry didn't bite. His gaze remained forward, his voice flat. "I've always been clear on where I stand, Professor."

They continued in silence, the towering structure of Hogwarts looming ahead as they neared the castle doors. Harry could feel Umbridge watching him, waiting for him to slip up, to show something, but he gave her nothing.

As they reached the grand entrance, she paused, turning to him with a patronising tilt of her head. "I'm sure Headmaster Dumbledore will be very interested to hear where you've truly been these past weeks, Mr. Potter."

Harry's jaw tightened for the briefest second. "I assure you, the Headmaster knew where I was."

The corridor to the Headmaster's office was quieter than usual, the echoes of their footsteps sounding unnaturally loud as they traversed the stone floors. Harry maintained his pace, consciously avoiding looking at Umbridge, who seemed almost gleeful about the prospect of what was to come.

As they approached the gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office, Umbridge cleared her throat, her tone dripping with faux politeness. "Password?"

Harry remained silent, having no idea how she expected him to know it if she didn't already. He stared straight ahead, refusing to rise to her bait. The pause stretched uncomfortably, and just as Umbridge was about to say something more, the gargoyle shifted aside with a low rumble, granting them entry.

Umbridge's smile faltered, her eyes flicking to Harry as if searching for an explanation. "How convenient," she muttered, her saccharine tone laced with annoyance.

Harry didn't acknowledge her, but a small part of him felt the quiet satisfaction of knowing that Dumbledore had anticipated this.

They ascended the moving spiral staircase, and soon they stood before the large oak door. Umbridge reached out and knocked sharply, a smug look on her face as if she had already won some unspoken battle.

The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Dumbledore seated behind his large, cluttered desk, his expression serene but his eyes sharp and assessing. "Ah, Professor Umbridge, Harry," he greeted, his voice calm. "I was expecting you. Please, come in."

Umbridge entered first, her smile tight as she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. Harry followed, his movements measured, and sat down next to her, his mind racing through possible outcomes of this meeting.

Dumbledore folded his hands on the desk, his gaze shifting between Harry and Umbridge. "How can I help you? I hope Harry hasn't gotten in trouble on his very first day?"

Umbridge leaned forward, her smile congealing into something more resembling a sneer. "Not trouble, per se, Headmaster, but a matter of some concern regarding Mr. Potter's rather... extended absence from school." Her tone was sugary but carried a sharp edge, and completely missing Harry's eye roll beside her.

"Ah, yes, his absence," Dumbledore acknowledged, nodding slowly. "Harry has been away on matters that, while unusual, were necessary. I was fully informed of his whereabouts and activities during this time."

Umbridge's eyes narrowed, clearly not satisfied with Dumbledore's placid response. "Necessary, you say? I find it difficult to understand how any student's absence could be necessary during term time. The Ministry expects all students to adhere to the attendance requirements set forth."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, though his voice remained serene. "Indeed, the Ministry does set forth guidelines, Professor Umbridge, and we respect them. However, there are provisions for exceptional circumstances, which I assure you, applied in Harry's case."

Umbridge tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair, her impatience growing. "Then why was I not informed of his absence or his expected return? He has missed a significant number of my lessons—time I fear he will not be able to make up. Therefore, I must insist he attend detention with me until he is caught up."

Dumbledore's expression remained unperturbed, even as Umbridge's demands grew sharper. "Professor Umbridge, while I understand your concern for Mr. Potter's academic progress, I assure you that detentions are not the solution in this case."

Her eyes widened with disbelief, her voice tinged with incredulity. "Not necessary? Headmaster, surely you must agree that maintaining discipline is paramount. If Mr. Potter is allowed to disregard the rules without consequence, what message does that send to our other students?"

Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, his tone calm but authoritative. "But Harry has not disregarded any rules, Professor Umbridge. As I have previously mentioned, his absence was sanctioned by me personally due to exceptional circumstances. These were not ordinary circumstances, and thus require us to be adaptable in our approach."

He paused, giving her a measured look. "However, I realise now there may have been an oversight in communication regarding his return, for which I apologise and take full responsibility for. You see, I had informed the faculty about Harry's situation prior to your appointment, and it seems I forgot to ensure you had the same memo."

Umbridge bristled slightly, caught off-guard by Dumbledore's diplomatic admission. "Well, I expect better communication in the future, Headmaster."

"Absolutely, Professor Umbridge," Dumbledore agreed, nodding graciously. "Your point is well taken, and I shall ensure you are kept fully informed of any further developments. Indeed, I see how this lapse has complicated your teaching. To rectify this, perhaps I should join you for detention. Shall we say after dinner, on Tuesday?"

Umbridge was momentarily taken aback, her usual composure slipping at Dumbledore's unexpected proposal. She quickly recovered, her voice tight as she responded, "That won't be necessary, Headmaster."

"Are you quite sure?" Dumbledore asked, his tone tinged with a hint of disappointment. "I've found such engagements often allow for some truly delightful chit-chat."

Umbridge stiffened, her face pinching in disapproval at Dumbledore's light-hearted approach. "I prefer our interactions to remain strictly professional, Headmaster," she replied curtly.

"Of course, Professor Umbridge," Dumbledore responded with a serene smile, giving a slight nod. "Professionalism must prevail. Now, if there are no further concerns regarding Mr. Potter's attendance, perhaps we can consider this matter resolved for the time being?"

Umbridge's mouth tightened, clearly reluctant to leave without a more definitive control over the situation, but she nodded stiffly. "Very well, Headmaster. But let it be noted that I will be keeping a close watch on Mr. Potter's compliance with school regulations going forward."

"Absolutely, Professor Umbridge," Dumbledore assured her with a nod. "Your vigilance is, as always, commendable."

With a final huff, Umbridge left the room. The moment the door closed behind her, the atmosphere seemed to lighten significantly. Dumbledore's posture relaxed significantly, and he turned to Harry with a more genuine expression.

"It is very good to see you back at Hogwarts, Harry," Dumbledore said, warmly. "When I approved your leave, I hadn't anticipated your absence would extend quite so long. Tell me, what happened?"

"Err, so has Hagrid let you know you have a new giant in the Forbidden Forest?" Harry asked, taking some delight as he watched Dumbledore's expression change from curiosity to open dread.

So, I forgot last week's chapter upload coincided with me being away on holiday, so it's being uploaded this week instead, with another chapter planned for next week as normal.