"- 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."
Harry stared at the sign in plain disbelief.
He had thought Sauron was the pettiest creation known to man—the Maia literally sought to conquer the world because his master got his butt kicked; he was the definition of spite—but he had been proven wrong today.
Frodo would not have the patience to deal with this, and neither did Harry. Indeed, the sharp spike of pure rage had Harry gripping his textbooks so tightly his knuckles turned white. The sounds of chattering voices around him were suddenly too loud and made him grit his teeth as he pointedly stepped away before he could start snapping at the younger students.
He hated the way his clothes felt on them, itchy, scratchy, stiff and unbearably hot.
Deep breath in.
He sucked in a sharp breath like Sirius and Remus told him to do.
"Does this mean they're going to shut down the Gobstones Club?" one of the first years asked his friend.
"I reckon you'll be okay with Gobstones," Ron said darkly, making the second year jump. "I don't think we're going to be as lucky, though, do you?" he asked Neville and Harry as the second years hurried away.
Harry did not dare to respond, lest he start snapping. His friends noticed his complexion, and kindly ignored him while he worked on reigning in his temper.
"It's not a coincidence," said Neville. "We weren't being quiet at the pub."
Deep breaths.
It took Harry a few more minutes before the hot anger boiled down to something manageable. He really hated feeling upset. Neville and Ron clapped him on the shoulder when he was done and the three waited for Hermione to come down before they all headed off to breakfast.
The fact that Umbridge put up a sign wouldn't slow them down, they only needed to reassess how they were going to hide the club and keep it secret. Hermione suggested a jinxed contract and Harry was quick to agree, but he insisted Rosie be the one to make it.
They all agreed the Queen was the best suited for such a thing. Harry didn't see Rosie having any issues with it.
The full repercussions of the sign were not felt until they were leaving the Great Hall for History of Magic.
"Harry! Ron!"
It was Angelina, their new Quidditch Captain, and she was hurrying toward them looking perfectly desperate.
"You realize she's including Quidditch in this?" Angelina said in a rush. "We have to go and ask permission to re-form the Gryffindor team!"
"What?" said Harry.
"No way," said Ron, appalled.
"You read the sign, it mentions teams too! So listen, Harry please don't lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play anymore!"
"Okay, okay," said Harry, for Angelina looked as though she was on the verge of tears. "Don't worry, I'll behave myself... "
It had not been like Harry meant to lose his temper. The vile professor had a way of digging underneath Harry's skin like starving termites setting upon a cabin. He had narrowly avoided detention his first week solely because he was more preoccupied with exacting revenge on the Slytherins who were bullying his sister, but once he was forced to actually pay attention in class he found it hard to ignore the orc.
If the fact that Umbridge was targeting his Quidditch team was not enough to put him in a bad mood, it downright turned murderous by lunch time.
Hedwig came to him with. A. Broken. Wing.
WITH A BROKEN WING.
SOMEONE ATTACKED HIS HEDWIG.
She had flopped into his lap during lunch, the returning letter to Sirius attached to her claw. Her wing bent at an odd angle and bits of feathers were missing from her. Harry immediately realized what had happened to her and he could only think of one explanation.
The loathsome orc clad in pink that had invaded their school had ATTACKED HIS HEDWIG.
Harry was trembling with rage as he delicately cradled his familiar. He brought her up to the professor's table, holding her out to Professor McGonagall.
"Hem, hem," Umbridge said as she looked at Harry's owl with disdain. "This is the professor's table, Mr. Potter."
"Can—you—fix—her?" Harry ignored Umbridge, choosing to ask this of his Head of House through clenched teeth.
Professor McGonagall was wise to not comment on Harry's growing temper. She accepted Hedwig carefully as she briskly said, "I'll take care of it, Mr. Potter."
"There now. Run along, Mr. Potter," said Umbridge further down, a sneer on her face.
"Fuck. You. Cunt," he hissed.
"Detention again, Mr. Potter. At least two more weeks," came her sweet response. Professor McGonagall's expression of exasperation and disappointment almost hurt Harry, but he was so unbelievably furious he really didn't care. He had to verbalize his words otherwise he would have used his wand.
The temptation to march straight down the Slytherin table and tell Rosie exactly what that bitch had done was overwhelmingly strong.
I am not showing mercy to her. I am doing this for Rosie. I am not showing mercy to her. I am doing this for Rosie.
But at that moment in time, Harry Potter was filled with such a dark, venomous hatred for the woman before him that he thought he would be perfectly fine wringing her neck himself.
I would not get away with murder in front of all of these witnesses. I would not get away with murder in front of all of these witnesses. I would not get away with murder in front of all of these witnesses.
He looked her dead in the eye, flipped her off with both of his hands, then, he marched right back down to his table.
Bloody! Orc! I'd rather fight Sauron without a wand than see her face again.
He wondered if Draco started up the How Defense Professors Leave Hogwarts bet thing again this year.
He'd put his galleons on violently murdered.
Oh my, thought Harry as he realized how dark his thoughts had gotten. He couldn't tell if it was simply due to the intensity of his anger, or if Rosie's malice had rubbed off on him.
Hm.
Maybe Rosie's capability for violence wasn't entirely unique to her.
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(Rosie)
A week later on a Monday night I spent my evening at Lunar's Orchard with Tom. He appeared to be in a jolly mood at my visit, regaling me with delightful new things he had learned. His smiles came easy, and the little brushes from "accidental" physical contact let me feel the subtle warmth in his magic for me.
He was genuinely happy to see me, and the feeling was mutual. Spending a week without him in my head had been oddly lonely.
Absence makes the heart fonder, I suppose.
The two of us were seated on the couch in the den, a roaring fire crackling in front of us. Sil had prepared some lovely cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream, dark chocolate shavings, and a dark chocolate stirring spoon. It was accurately named Chocolate Heaven.
It was adorable when Tom took his first sip he came away with a whipped cream mustache.
Giggling at him, I leaned forward and wiped off the mustache, licking the whipped cream off my fingers. No way was I letting any bit of Chocolate Heaven go waste. Sil made the whipped cream herself.
"It's getting chilly," I told him once I had licked my fingers clean. "I was thinking about planning the big heist next weekend. What do you think?"
"I think," he said, taking another sip and obtaining a second mustache, "I'd like to join you."
My eyes widened. "What? Really?"
"Yes. For the Rosier raid," he corrected quickly, as I wiped away his second mustache—he leaned forward to allow me to do so. "You always have such fun on them, and there are a few items of interest in the manor I'd like for myself."
"Uh—yeah, sure. You can definitely come," I said with a wide grin, cleaning the whipped cream from my fingers once more. "Wow. This is going to be such fun."
"Yes," he agreed as I took a sip from my own drink. "Ah." He wiped some cream off my nose with his finger, licking it clean once done.
I giggled in anticipation, my mind picturing how much fun the heist would be. Oh jeez, I couldn't wait! "Aside from learning, what else have you been up to?"
His eyes lit up. "Actually, there is something else I want to show you, but it's not quite ready yet."
"Oh! A surprise?"
He nodded. "Yes. Assuming my body is still functioning around Christmas."
"Ah! We can celebrate your birthday properly this year. Is there anything you want?"
Tom's smile curled in an odd sort of way. "If I think of something I'll let you know."
I beamed. "I'll look forward to it."
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The next chapter is the longest chapter in the story (so far).
Coming up: Year 5 - 10 (Rosier Raid)
Answer: I use a variety - it'd turn into a paragraph to list them all. I guess I use a lot of variations of pies / honey.
Question: You are a villain in the Potterverse. Who is your most trusted henchman?
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