Shadow Phoenix

@ SirZic, Dark Dragen, firelordeg & April: thanks for your reviews!

@ Dark Dragen: Dumbledore took the blame because their story did have way too many holes in it. Harry and Marietta would get the 'punishment' for it, because Umbridge and Fudge can punish them. That's why Dumbledore told them, what they wanted and feared to hear. Besides, Dumbledore wasn't able to keep his school save from umbridge while he was there.
Your new chapter is half done? Nice! But it would be even nicer, if it was done. You can just prey, I don't take as long to write new chapters...

@ firelord: I will, but I have to end that chapter first...

@ All: not betaed and the last complete chapter... but I think, I can complete the next chapter today or tomorrow. I wont update that often after that.



C27: The Rebellion of the Jokesters


The next day Ernie Macmillian told them in Herbology, one of the ghosts had told him, Umbridge hadn't been able to get into the Headmasters office any more.

Because obviously, Hogwarts didn't accept the decisions of the ministry.

Or maybe Dumbledore had simply changed the password before departing.


After the lesson, Blaise and Pansy appeared with Crabbe and Goyle tailing behind them and docked some points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, just because they now could, boasting with being members of the Inquisitorial Squad, Umbridge had newly founded.

Harry did look at them calmly, but after a few minutes he unsealed a great deal of his power, letting them feel, just how much more power he hat, compared to them.

They suddenly had some important business elsewhere.

Mainly because they remembered the last time he acted against them, when they tried to overpower Draco Malfoy and take over control of Slytherin


Pansy did not wish to feel his 'Torturas' spell ever again.

She knew, it hadn't been as bad as the cruciatus curse, which had been cast on her by Lucius Malfoy, when she told him, his son had allied himself with Potter, but it was worse than getting raped and hit, what had been done to her and her mother by some of her fathers Death Eater 'friends', after he had failed a mission.

Nothing, she wanted to happen again either.

Maybe she was playing in the wrong team after all...

Thanks to her deal with Blaise, he would be the one meeting the DEs to get new orders and report whatever happened in Hogwarts.

In return, she was letting the whole group fuck her.


Consensual sex was fun after all and she'd rather get fucked raw each night, than getting cast the cruciatus on her again, even if it was just for a second.

She had a stock of Contraception, Pain Reliving and Healing Potions.

And the boys knew to make sure, she enjoyed the sex.

After Crabbe had fucked her as too hard and without preparation, she hadn't let him touch her a whole week and getting no sex for a week, after being used to fuck at least once a day was hard.

Blaise was just neither brave nor stupid enough, to risk a confrontation with someone that powerful.

Risking the cruciatus for getting to stuff his cock into a willing cunt whenever he wanted wasn't brave in his eyes.

It was a fair deal.

It wasn't like it would kill him anyway.

Getting no sex or duel with Harry (or Draco) might.


He had seen Harry cast way too many strong spells non-verbal and spells way more powerful, than everything else, he had ever seen with incarnation.

That black-flash-apparation within Hogwarts and the wired healing, as well as ripping their wands out of their hands without him seeing Harry showing any signs of doing magic not even counted in yet – his wand had still been in its holder at his forearm at that time, he was sure of that.

And he had gotten a wrist holster like Potter and Malfoy had earlier that day.


Not that he was going to relay any of this to his Death Eater parents.

They might not bear the Mark, but just because of their blood.


Having cast the cruciatus curse on him, wasn't something he enjoyed, even though it wasn't a bad for him as it was for the others – thanks to Pansy and his blood heritage.

What he was going to do, was observing carefully and maybe, just maybe he would do a Malfoy and choose a pureblood Lord above the dark one... maybe... but he would have to ascertain, if Potter and Malfoy really had a chance to win in this war.


If Pansy would agree to come with him.

She didn't know yet how much sex really meant for him and there was no guarantee, he'd find another willing girl immediately...

He couldn't risk getting none...

The deal with Pansy was even more valuable to him, than to her and he knew, just how much she hated pain.


But in the meantime, he would help this ministry bitch to make Hogwarts Hell for all the other students, as ordered by Lucius Malfoy.

He was glad, the Inquisitorial Squad was given their own dorm.

The last night within the Slytherin dorm, they had found out, just how dangerous and humiliating the Weasly's joke products were, if given to angry Slytherins..

That every student suddenly seemed to be a well trained duellist didn't help either.

Being attacked by Slytherin sixth years for bullying Gryffindor second years also wasn't something he'd anticipated.


What the hell had happened to the feud between the Houses?

The Quidditch curt was the only damn place he'd seen hateful glances between members of the
houses... and even there it had become less intense.

Not to mention what he found, when he'd searched the empty classrooms at night...

He'd heard of secret and not so secret relationships between students of different houses before, but they had been rare... especially with Slytherins being one of them.

Now it seemed like having a girl-/boyfriend from your own house was out...

Especially for Slytherins


At least they seemed to concentrate on the pureblood students of the other houses...

When there was a halfblood in a couple containing a Slytherin, it was the Slytherin.

Or like in one case, both of them...

The secret part seemed to be forgotten as well...


And since when were the tables mixed?

During the meals, he'd seen girls of all houses on each table, sitting beside their boyfriends...

None of the teachers seemed to care...

Crabbe and Goyle just followed their leaders, as they ever did.

Thinking for themselves wasn't something they were good in anyway.

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Just when they hurried away, Fred and George appeared telling them, they might want to go to the great hall to be seen by teachers, so nobody would think they had anything to do with what was about to happen, promising to cause real mayhem to get revenge on Umbridge.


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Before they reached the hall however, Filch approached Harry to tell him, Umbridge wanted to see him.

The caretaker talked on the whole way to her office about what punishments the new headmistress would permit him to do to the students.

Whip them and strung them up by the ankles in his office being some of them.


Harry secretly pitied the old squib, because simply once he begun handing out these punishments, the students would ensure they wouldn't get caught by him any more.

And it wasn't like a squib had a real chance against a wizard or witch once they had drawn their wands...

Add the vicious duelling hexes, he had taught the DA members and the caretaker's dream would turn into a nightmare.


When they arrived at Umbridge's office, Filch dropped Harry of and went his way.

The High Inquisitor – Headmistress offered Harry something to drink and insisted he choose something from a line of cups and glasses she summoned filled with different drinks, after he declined.

Harry choose a cup of tea.

A quick analysis spell with his wand still in its holder affirmed his suspicions without her knowing.
It was laced with Veritaserum.


She insisted for him to take a sip.

As if he'd be that stupid.

When she blinked, he vanished the truth potion laced tee and replaced it with conjured tee.

It had no taste, as he drank it, like any conjured food and drinks, but that didn't bother him.


“Where is Dumbledore?”, she asked.

“I don't know.”, Harry answered truthfully.

“Take another sip.”, she ordered, not knowing there wasn't any Veritaserum in his cup any more.

Harry obeyed of cause.


“Were is Sirius Black?”, she asked.

“I don't know.”, Harry lied.

“You must know it! You couldn't complete the adoption except in his presence. You have to know it!”

“No. I don't have to. I just had to meet him once. He knows how to find or contact me. We know it's to dangerous for me to know where he hides. You could find out by drugging me with Veritaserum, like you just tried. Of cause, it's forbidden to use it on minors like me, but we know a dark witch like you wouldn't mind to break some more laws. After all, you've already earned a life sentence in Azkaban with your Blood Quills. Does it disturb you to know, your days in freedom are counted and you run out of time?”

A slight movement of Harry's wrist vanished the other, Potion-laced drinks.

Then he drowned the remainder of his tee.

“Conjured foods really don't have any taste...”, he mentioned, smiling at her.


Umbridge draw her wand.

“Don't think I would just let you walk out of my office, after you threatened me like this! Oblivi...”

She didn't get to end her incarnation, because Harry's non-verbal Expelliarmus hit her mid word.

Harry catched her wand with ease, pointing it on it's owner immediately.


“Well... what do you do now?”, Harry asked.

He didn't get a answer.

“Obliviate.”, he said, using the very same spell, Umbridge had tried to use on him.

Her expression became empty.

“You drugged Harry Potter successfully with Veritaserum, but he didn't know where to find
Dumbledore or Sirius Black. He also affirmed Dumbledore's claim to have founded the DA. You will now send me back to lunch at the great hall.”, after he finished creating the replacement for her real memory, he send her wand back into her pocked and snipped his fingers.

“Very well, Potter. Go back to lunch at the great hall.”, she said.

Harry stood up and the same moment he left her office, a huge explosion shook the whole Hogwarts castle.


Filch came running into Umbridge's office and the two hurried to the cause of the uproar, followed
by a disillusioned Harry.

One floor down pandemonium reigned.

Somebody (and Harry knew exactly who) had set of what seemed to have been a huge create of enchanted fireworks.

All kinds of pyrotechnic miracles occupied the floor, showing no sign of burning out, but instead seemed to gaining energy and momentum every second.

And they spread through the castle.

First Umbridge tried to use 'Stupefy' against them.

The result was a huge explosion, damaging the wall and several Paintings (whose inhabitants had already fled).


Next, she tried to vanish them multiplying them by ten as result...

Her next few tries had similar results.

When she finally found out they vanished when you used a acceleration spell on them, the whole of Hogwarts was flooded by the Weasly's fireworks.

(It was by chance. A student tried to make them worse, but vanished them instead, what Filch saw.)

And no one of the teachers was helping her.

Except Snape, they didn't even take care of fireworks invading their own classrooms, but sent for Umbridge to take care of them.

Because they didn't know if they had the authority to banish them.


Several students (several... the whole DA when ever they encountered a firework in the halls without Umbridge, Filch or a member of the Inquisitorial Squad near), who multiplied them with vanishing spells on purpose during their breaks didn't help either.

While Umbridge took care of the fireworks, Defence against Dark Arts couldn't be held.

Even more reason for the students to make sure Hogwarts wouldn't run out of fireworks.

Umbridge and her Inquisitorial Squad didn't have time for anything else, than banishing fireworks.


And the DA tried to make sure for it to stay that way as long as possible.

The Weasly twins in turn, got so many orders for their fireworks, they in turn were more than busy producing more of them, they complained, they wouldn't have time to play pranks for weeks.

(Thy didn't really mind much, mainly because of all the profit they made.)

Even Hermione congratulated them for their excellent work and called their fireworks pieces of art.