— BY ORDER OF — THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS

All Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded.

An Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students.

Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).

No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.

Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.

The above is in accordance with

Educational Decree Number Twenty-four.

Signed:

Dolores Jane Umbridge

As I read the notice on the cork board in the common room I had started to get more and more angry. So far as to snapping the quill in my hand. "Who does she thinks she is disbanding all the clubs?!" I scream. She knows. One of those idiots from Hogs Head blabbed.

   "Well technically she has the authority-"

   "Theodore I will curse you shut it!" I snap.

    "Doesn't this mean quidditch is disbanded?" Blaise asks.

   "Does it?" Draco says snatching the paper from the board. 

   "It does," Graham says from behind us, "I'm reapplying today."

"Good," Theodore says, "I had a feeling Cultven here was prepared to murder you."

"No Theo that's you," I hiss.

*****

As we stood outside Snape's classroom Draco stood talking to the horde of intolerable slytherins. While my house had some sweet great people in it, these ones who collected around us.

"Yeah, Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straightaway, I went to ask her first thing this morning. Well, it was pretty much automatic, I mean, she knows my father really well, he's always popping in and out of the Ministry... It'll be interesting to see whether Gryffindor are allowed to keep playing, wont it?" Draco says to his crowd of disciples, "I mean," Draco says, his gray eyes glittering evilly, "if it's a question of influence with the Ministry, I don't think they've got much chance... From what my father says, they've been looking for an excuse to sack Arthur Weasley for years... And as for Potter... My father says it's a matter of time before the Ministry has him carted off to St. Mungo's... apparently they've got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic..."

"Draco," I beg, "lets not do this okay."

"Oh stop trying to be such a people pleaser Cultven," Draco snaps slightly yelling at me. Before I knew it Neville had moved be back slightly and had moved in between my boyfriend and I.

"Neville-" I say in disbelief.

"Neville No!" Harry screams pulling him back.

"You have something to say?" Draco sneers.

"I do," I say, "stop this now please-"

"Fighting, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom?" Snape says in his cold voice. "Ten points from Gryffindor. Release Longbottom, Potter, or it will be detention. Inside, all of you."

"Y/n," Draco says as he walks behind me, "I'm sorry for snapping at you-" I turn around and face him. Taking a deep breath before I do.

"Come on Draco," I say pulling him inside the classroom. A pit of anger but disappointment lingering in my chest.

"You will notice," Snape says, "that we have a guest with us today." I look back to see Umbridge sitting in the corner. "We are continuing with our Strengthening Solutions today, you will find your mixtures as you left them last lesson, if correctly made they should have matured well over the weekend—instructions on the board. Carry on." I start on my concoction as Draco looks at me. Obviously wanting to say something.

"Salamander blood, Harry!" Hermione says loud enough for me to hear across the room, grabbing his wrist to prevent him adding the wrong ingredient for the third time. "Not pomegranate juice!"

"Right," Harry says.

"Are you okay?" Draco asks, "you are never quiet for this long."

"I'm fine," I say.

"Are you sure?" Draco asks.

"Obviously," I say to him, "I'm perfectly fine."

"You don't seem fine," Draco says.

"I said I'm fine Draco!" I shout. Everyone in the room looks over. I sigh before looking at Snape. "Sorry Professor." He mumbles something before turning back to the rest of the class.

"Well, the class seems fairly advanced for their level," Umbridge says briskly to Snape's back. "Though I would question whether it is advisable to teach them a potion like the Strengthening Solution. I think the Ministry would prefer it if that was removed from the syllabus."

"Now... how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asks, her quill poised over her clipboard.

"Fourteen years," Snape replies. His expression was unfathomable. While I attempt to look busy with my already finished potion.

"You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?" Professor Umbridge asks Snape.

"Yes," Snape answers quietly.

"But you were unsuccessful?" Umbridge asks and Snape's lip curles.

"Obviously," Snape says.

"And you have applied regularly for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post since you first joined the school, I believe?" Umbridge asks him. The whole class trying to contain their amusement at the sight.

"Yes," Snape says quietly, barely moving his lips. He looked pissed.

"Do you have any idea why Dumbledore has consistently refused to appoint you?" Umbridge asks.

"I suggest you ask him," Snape says jerkily.

"Oh I shall," Umbridge says with a sweet smile.

"I suppose this is relevant?" Snape asks, his black eyes narrowed.

"Oh yes," Professor Umbridge says, "Yes, the Ministry wants a thorough understanding of teachers'—er—backgrounds..." She walks off from Snape towards the horde of us Slytherins. Stopping at Pansy and asking her questions.

"You're clearly upset with me," Draco says.

"Not now Draco," I say, "I'm not upset anyways."

"Then whats wrong?" He asks.

"It doesn't matter," I huff.

"Yes it does," He says taking my hand under the table, "I want my girl to be happy. Okay?"

"Fine," I sigh, "I'm just a little disappointed you keep calling out my friends like that. I mean Arthur Weasley is like a father to me. And the Weasley's are my family."

"I know but-"

"You have a stupid feud with Harry over him not accepting you're handshake I know," I huff, "but I hate having to defend my boyfriend to my friends and vice versua. Its not fair to me."

"So what?" Draco asks, "what now?"

"Well," I say, "this summer you come and talk to them. Meet them. Until then try to keep the peace please."

"Fine," He huffs.

"Great," I say before Umbridge approaches us.

"Hmm Miss Cultven are you done?" She asks. I nod.

"Yes Professor," I say, "I have completed my potion."

"Have you Mr. Malfoy?" She asks.

"I am almost done Professor Umbridge," Draco says. She sighs before looking back to me.

"Perhaps you should stop distracting him Miss Cultven," She sneers. I take a quick calming breath before nodding.

"Yes Professor, I apologise," I say as she slithers off.

"The nerve," I hiss as I bottle up my solution and place it on Snape's desk.

******

The next day as we sat in charms Harry, Hermione, and Ron explained the events of their chat with Sirius. About how Umbridge appeared through the flames and tried to attack Sirius.

"Umbridge has been reading your mail, Harry. There's no other explanation," Hermione says to him.

"You think Umbridge attacked Hedwig?" He asks outraged.

"I'm almost certain of it," Hermione says grimly. "Watch your frog, it's escaping."

"Accio!" He says using the spell to call it back to him.

"I've been suspecting this ever since Filch accused you of ordering Dungbombs, because it seemed such a stupid lie," Hermione whispers. "I mean, once your letter had been read, it would have been quite clear you weren't ordering them, so you wouldn't have been in trouble at all—it's a bit of a feeble joke, isn't it? But then I thought, what if somebody just wanted an excuse to read your mail? Well then, it would be a perfect way for Umbridge to manage it—tip off Filch, let him do the dirty work and confiscate the letter, then either find a way of stealing it from him or else demand to see it—I don't think Filch would object, when's he ever stuck up for a student's rights? Harry, you're squashing your frog."

"Were playing with fire here," I say to them, "we need to be more careful. Or we will get burned."

"It was a very, very close call last night," Hermione says, "I just wonder if Umbridge knows how close it was. Silencio! If she'd caught Snuffles..."

"He'd probably be back in Azkaban this morning." Harry says finishing the sentence for Hermione. He waves his wand without really concentrating; his bullfrog swelled like a green balloon and emitted a high-pitched whistle.

"Silencio!" Hermione says hastily, pointing her wand at Harry's frog, which deflated silently before them. "Well, he mustn't do it again, that's all. I just don't know how we're going to let him know. We can't send him an owl."

"I don't reckon he'll risk it again," Ron says, "He's not stupid, he knows she nearly got him. Silencio!"

"Well I mean," I say, "there is a way." They look up to me in confusion.

"Lupin suspected something was going to happen at Hogwarts and I would need to protect information for the order in my letters," I tell them, "so he taught me a spell that would hide my letter, and over top it would replace it with some boring letter about classes. Lupin and Snuffles both know the spell to remove it meaning that you could freely send letters no one would find suspicious."

"What about Hedwig?" Harry asks.

"She needs a break anyways," I say to him, "about a year ago I gave Hagrid Mikey's old owl Cullen. He's still at the hut. If we can get inside to get him. You can regularly use him or switch out between Lunar and Pig."

"I like how you're offering my owl into this," Ron says.

"There is a chocolate Frog in it for you," I say.

"Ronald shouldn't you want to help?" Hermione asks.

"Silencio! SILENCIO!"

"It's the way you're moving your wand," Hermione says watching Ron critically. "You don't want to wave it, it's more a sharp jab."

"Ravens are harder than frogs," Ron says testily.

"Fine, let's swap," Says swapping them. "Silencio!" The raven continued to open and close its sharp beak, but no sound came out.

"Very good, Miss Granger!" Professor Flitwick's says squeaky little voice and Harry, Ron, and Hermione all jumped. "Now, let me see you try, Mr. Weasley!"

"Wha—? Oh—oh, right," Ron says very flustered. "Er—Silencio!" Nothing Happens to the crow. As I giggle slightly McGonagall turns to me.

"Miss Cultven you're turn," McGonagall says. I look down at my Raven and nod.

"Silencio!" I say. The loud croaking stops and she nods.

"Very good Miss Cultven. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. I do believe some extra practice is in order," McGonagall says before marching off.

***

"The Room of Requirements," Harry says as they sit down beside me in the courtyard.

"Yeah what about it?" I ask Harry.

"You know about it?" Ron asks, "and didn't tell us?"

"Well to be completely fair," I say to him, "I didn't know were it is, or if it was even real. Just something I read about."

"Regardless," Hermione says, "there tonight. At half past 7."

"Of course," I say.

*****

At half past seven I met up with the three at their common room. Setting out a mission to find the room. As we get to the seventh floor Harry opens up the map after muttering the code to open it.

"Filch is on the second floor," Harry says, holding the map close to his eyes and scanning it closely, "and Mrs. Norris is on the fourth."

"And Umbridge?" Hermione asks anxiously.

"In her office," Harry say pointing. "Okay, let's go." I look at the map scanning for Draco's name. Seeing him pace along his dorm.

"What is he doing?" I ask myself.

"Come on Y/n," Ron says gently grabbing my arm and pulling me along with them. A

"Okay," Harry says quietly, while a moth-eaten troll paused in his relentless clubbing of the would-be ballet teacher to watch. "Dobby said to walk past this bit of wall three times, concentrating hard on what we need." We pass the wall again and again waiting for something.

"Harry," Hermione says. We all stop with her to look over at the wall. A large door had now covered the once blank wall.

"Wow," I mumble. As we walk inside the wonder surrounding the room grew. It was a large room book shelves lining the walls, other training tools filling the space.

"These will be good when we're practicing Stunning," Ron says enthusiastically, prodding one of the cushions with his foot.

"And just look at these books!" Hermione says excitedly, running a finger along the spines of the large leather-bound tomes. "A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions... The Dark Arts Outsmarted... Self-Defensive Spellwork... wow... "Harry, this is wonderful, there's everything we need here!"

"Do we need to leave the books here? Can I take some with me and bring them back?" I ask, "can I train here whenever? Are there rules to this?" Harry shrugs. Soon others began to arrive all shocked with the room surrounding us.

"What is this place?" Dean asks.

"Well," Harry says slightly nervously. "This is the place we've found for practices, and you've—er—obviously found it okay—"

"It's fantastic!"

"It's bizarre," Fred says, frowning around at it. "We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then..."

"Hey, Harry, what's this stuff?" asks Dean from the rear of the room, indicating the Sneakoscopes and the Foe-Glass.

"Dark Detectors," Harry says stepping between the cushions to reach them. "Basically they all show when Dark wizards or enemies are around, but you don't want to rely on them too much, they can be fooled..."

"The slightest disguise or simple spell can trick them," I say, "my father had them all around the manor. I used to hex the cat to make it go off while he was at work so he could come home and yell at Mikey."

"No wonder Mikey used to tell us about his little sister from Hell," George says. I bow slightly with a smirk.

"Well, I've been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and—er—" Harry says, "What, Hermione?"

"I think we ought to elect a leader," Hermione says.

"Harry's leader," Cho says at once, looking at Hermione as though she were mad, and Harry's stomach did yet another back flip.

"Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly," Hermione says.unperturbed. "It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So—everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?"

"Hey what about me?!" I ask.

"Do you even want to be leader?" Fred asks.

"Not particularly. I just want to be considered," I say, "Anyone for Harry?" Everyone including myself raises their hands. I look to Harry and chuckle. "At the end of the day. Its always over who's the better orphan huh?"

"Obviously me," He teases. I roll my eyes and smirk.

"Harry James Potter since when did you get an ego like this?" I tease. He looks over to Cho then back to me with the cheesiest grin before sighing.

"And—what, Hermione?" Harry asks.

"I also think we ought to have a name," She asks her hand still in the air. "It would promote a feeling of team spirit and unity, don't you think?"

"Why have a name we're a secret anyway," I say.

"Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?" Angelina says hopefully.

"I take back what I said yes to that!" I say quickly.

"Or the Ministry of Magic Are Morons Group?" suggests Fred.

"I was thinking," Hermione says frowning at Fred, "more of a name that didn't tell everyone what we were up to, so we can refer to it safely outside meetings."

"The Defense Association?" Cho says, "The D.A. for short, so nobody knows what we're talking about?"

"Yeah, the D.A.'s good," Ginny says, "Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?"

"All in favor of the D.A.?" Hermione says, "That's a majority—motion passed!"

"Right," Harry says looking over to me, "shall we get practicing then? I was thinking, the first thing we should do is Expelliarmus, you know, the Disarming Charm. I know it's pretty basic but I've found it really useful—"

"Boring," I joke.

"Oh please," Zacharias Smith says, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. "I don't think Expelliarmus is exactly going to help us against You-Know-Who, do you?"

"I've used it against him," Harry says, "It saved my life last June. But if you think it's beneath you, you can leave."

"Okay," I say, "moving on. Lets divide into pairs and practice." Everyone pairs off leaving Neville, Harry, and I.

"You can practice with me," Harry says to Neville, "or Y/n."

"Either is fine," Neville says meekly.

"Go with Harry. He has this spell down since it seems its the only one he knows how to do," I tease the boy.

"Piss off," He huffs dragging Neville off. As everyone starts facing off with each other I walk around looking at form.

"Ron tighten your grip on your wand," I say as we walk through the lines of people.

"Freddie dear," I say as I stand beside him, "you'll get the spell down faster if you actually did it instead of talking about you're business."

"I could," He says.

"George can I trade you spots for a second?" I ask.

"Please," George says. I take his spot and pull my wand from my pocket.

"Count down from three George we'll make this fair," I instruct.

"I hope you're prepared to be embarssed Cultven," Fred teases.

"Oh I'll be fine."

"One... two... three!" George says. The moment he hits three I raise my wand up.

"Expelliarmus!" I say knocking Fred's wand across the room. He looks at me and nods.

"Impressive," He says.

"Practice the bloody spell," I hiss at him.

"I DID IT!" Neville says gleefully. "I've never done it before—I DID IT!"

"Good one!" Harry says, "Y/n can you work with Neville as I walk around?"

"Of course," I say leaving Fred to go to Neville. As I reach him he nods. "Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about Draco."

"You shouldn't have to apologize for him," Neville says as he positions himself.

"He's really sweet when you get to know him," I say.

"I can imagine," Neville huffs.

"Ready?" I ask him. He nods.

"Expelliarmus!" He yells sending my wand off. I send it flying back with a wordless charm. "Wow."

"I can teach you that sometime," I offer, "I have a couple wordless spells up my sleeve."

"Please teach me," Neville says. I smile before resetting. We move again and again until he becomes more confident with the spell. Soon everyone was beginning to leave and I was left with the Trio.

"You're giving Neville extra lessons?" Harry asks.

"Yeah," I say, "he wants to learn some cool stuff I know."

"So do I!" Ron says.

"Funny enough," I say, "I don't care about helping you."

"Hey!"

"As much as I'd love to stay and chat. I miss my love- aka my bed so goodnight losers."

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I just wanted this chapter to end so I can sleep.