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BY
ORDER OF THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has
replaced Albus Dumbledore as Head of Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardy.

The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-Eight

Signed: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic

Harry stared grimly at
one of the many notices around school. Arms wrapping around him from behind
startled him, until he felt a soft, familiar kiss being pressed against his
neck. Harry relaxed back into the embrace, eyes still fixed on the haunting
words.

�Fred,� he murmured, aware they were in a public place, but that wasn't his
main concern right now. Fred hummed, as if he knew exactly what Harry meant by
that one word.

�I know,� was all he said, before unravelling his arms, taking Harry's hand, and dragging him away. Harry went with him
willingly, blushing slightly when Fred lifted his hand to his mouth and kissed
it lingeringly, a few students staring at them. Harry didn't have the heart to
stop him, though.

XxXxXxX

Somehow, despite the notices not even mentioning Dumbledore's great escape,
every single student in the school seemed to know how the old Headmaster had
overcome two aurors, the High Inquisitor, and the
Minister for Magic, all by himself. Wherever Harry went, it was the sole topic
of conversation.

And the twins weren't helping any.

�And then he stunned Fudge!� George exclaimed with false animation to a
group of enraptured followers. Younger, more gullible students had been
following the twins around all day, which was beginning to grate on Harry's nerves, although he refused to think why.

�He stunned the Minister?� one little second year squeaked, face flush
with excitement. Awe shone in all their eyes. Harry snorted and pushed his way
through the crowd, standing by George's side and scowling.

�I think he was aiming to kill but � � Harry cut George off before he tried to
continue.

�No, he didn't. George is being a prick and pulling your leg. Now piss off,�
Harry snapped, aura quite dark, although this wasn't an unusual thing for Harry
Potter, who was famous for his temper. The students instantly scattered,
whispering the story amongst themselves, probably going to find Fred.

George let out a barking laugh and swung an arm around Harry's
shoulders. �Who's a jealous little kitty cat?� he cooed, pinching one of Harry's cheeks. Harry snarled and sunk his teeth into one
of George's fingers, causing George to hiss and instantly retract his hand.

�Haven't you got a class?� Harry asked. Technically, he had a class, too, but
had got sidetracked when he saw the students around George, who were likely to
get exploited at a later date for the twins' dangerous experiments with their
skiving snack boxes.

�I could ask you the same thing myself. Transfiguration, right? McGonagall will
have your head,� George informed him, arm lowering to wrap around Harry's waist as the two began walking towards Harry's classroom.

�How d'you know what class I have?� Harry asked. Creepy
stalker. George just grinned and squeezed Harry's
side, not answering.

�'Arry!� another voice exclaimed, and then there was
another arm wrapped around his shoulders. Harry felt quite weighted down with
body parts. He turned to scowl at Fred.

�What?� he snapped darkly, seeing the students beginning to follow them again.
Harry turned and fixed them with an eerie glare. The twins watched, amused, as
the students scattered.

�Tsk, tsk, kitten,� Fred
said, shaking his head sadly. As soon as the corridor was empty, he grabbed the
back of Harry's head and pulled him in for a
scorching kiss, all tongue and teeth. Harry kissed back equally as hard, partly
out of annoyance at not seeing the twins all day, and partly out of actual� desire.

George laved a long lick up his neck, one hand fiddling with his cat ears.
Harry groaned into the kiss, one of his hands fisting Fred's robes in the hopes
his knees wouldn't buckle and send him crashing to the ground.

�Transfiguration, right?� Fred asked, pulling away from the kiss abruptly, a
wicked look in his eyes. Harry made a protesting sound, before blushing to the
roots of his hair and stepping on Fred's foot. Fred cackled and hooked an arm
in Harry's, beginning to drag him to McGonagall's
room. �Wouldn't do to be even later, now would it, Mr Potter?� he asked, in a
perfect imitation of their Scottish teacher.

�Fuck off,� Harry grumbled, but that didn't stop him entwining his fingers with
George's when the hand was offered, and allowing himself to be dragged around
by Fred.

XxXxXxX

�Oh, I expect she really faniced herself sitting up
there in the Head's office,� Hermione was saying viscously as they trailed down
to Herbology. Ernie Macmillan was informing them of
how the Headmaster's office refused to open for her. Fred was with them, having
no lesson, and laughing loudly. �Lording it over all the other teachers, the
stupid puffed-up, power-crazy old - �

�Now, do you really want to finish that sentence, Granger?�

Harry tensed and turned to where Draco Malfoy had
slip out from behind some innocuous hiding place, closely followed by Crabbe
and Goyle, eyes glittering with malice, especially
when they alighted on Harry. Fred tensed and threw an arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him closer.

�Afraid I'm going to have to dock a few points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff,� Malfoy drawled. The
others rolled their eyes.

�It's only teachers who can dock points from houses, Malfoy,�
said Ernie at once. Harry's eyes narrowed when Malfoy only looked more gleeful.

�Yeah, we're prefects too, remember?� snarled Ron. Harry realised a fight was
bound to break out any minute with the look on Malfoy's
face, and Ron's bad temper, which had only increased with Harry getting the
blame for punching Malfoy twice (he'd yelled at the
twins quite a bit).

�I know prefects can't dock points, Weasel King,� Malfoy
sneered, and his two cronies sniggered. Harry's hand
shot out to curl around Ron's arm and hold him back from lunging at the
humiliating reminder of his Quidditch match. Ron's
nose flared and his ears turned red, but he didn't make any other movement.
�But members of the Inquisitorial Squad-�

�The what?� snapped Hermione. Fred made an annoyed sound, as if he knew exactly
what Malfoy was talking about. Harry turned to look
up at him, but Fred grinned down at him easily. His eyes, however seemed to be
warning Harry, 'don't do anything stupid'.

�A group of smarmy prats hand-picked by Umbridge to do her dirty work. Of course she'd pick the
most idiotic,� a voice said from behind them. Harry turned to see George
walking towards them. Malfoy flushed at the insult.

�That'll be twenty points for insulting a member of the Inquisitorial Squad,�
the blond snarled, looking at the group as it to see who he could hurt, to get
back at them. �Five from Granger, for being rude to our new Headmistress. Macmillian, five for contradicting me. Five because I don't
like you, Potter-�

�The feeling's mutual.�

�-Weasley, you're shirt's untucked,
so I'll have another five for that. Oh, and yes, nearly forgot, you're a Mudblood, Granger, so ten for that.�

Fred and George held tightly onto Harry as he attempted to lunge. Ron drew out
his wand, barking swearwords at Malfoy, but Hermione
snatched it out of his hand.

�Hermione!� Both Ron and Harry whined, wanting to see some just revenge.

�Calm down,� George commanded in a low voice, the one that never failed to make
Harry's knees buckle. Harry sighed, but stopped
struggling. However, Malfoy shooting him a nasty
smirk made him begin struggling once again.

�Wise move, Mudblood, Weasel. Better keep your pets
in line,� he said to Hermione and George, before turning and stalking off,
satisfied with the chaos he'd caused, Crabbe and Goyle
following.

�Poncy Slytherin bastard,�
Harry and Ron grumbled in unison.

�He was bluffing,� Ernie said, as if trying to convince himself, face very
pale. �He can't be allowed to dock points. That would be ridiculous! It would
completely undermine the prefect system.�

Together, they turned automatically to the giant hour-glasses set in the wall
behind them. Harry groaned quietly as stones flew upwards, reducing their
points. In fact, the only hour glass that seemed unchanged was Slytherin, while all other houses had lost points since
this morning. It wasn't the points that bothered Harry � it was the power the Slytherins now held over them.

�Did you already know?� Harry asked Fred and George accusingly, turning his
anger on them, mainly because he knew they'd placate him. Fred and George
nodded, faces not as amused as usual.

�Montague tried doing the same to us this morning,� George answered, lip
quirking a bit. Ron narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

�What do you mean, 'tried'?� he asked quickly. Harry could only dread the
answer.

�He never managed to get the words out, due to the fact that we forced him
head-first into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor.� Harry felt a smile
creep onto his face despite himself.

�That'll get you in trouble!� Hermione exclaimed, looking very shocked at the
mere idea. Ron grinned and patted her on the head soothingly.

�Not for weeks, maybe, until Montague reappears,� Fred said, coolly. Harry
frowned � the twins whole demeanour had suddenly changed completely. �And to be
honest, we don't really care about getting in trouble.�

�Did you ever?� Hermione muttered. Ron snorted with laughter at that. George
looked mock-offended.

�How could you say that? We've always been very conscientious students. Never
got expelled, have we?�

�Always knew where to draw the line,� Fred continued, a proud look on his face,
familiar attitude back for the moment.

�We might have put a toe across it occasionally,� said George
thoughtfully.

�But always stopped short of causing real mayhem.� Harry's
eyebrows had been rising steadily at all this, because it wasn't precisely
true. They loved causing real mayhem � Dumbledore was simply too fond of them
to send them away, and no-one had ever got hurt.

�But now?� Ron asked tentatively. The twins didn't look at Harry as they
answered.

�Well, now,� started George, slight hesitance in his voice.

�-What with Dumbledore gone-�

�-We reckon a bit of mayhem-�

�-Is exactly what our dear new Head deserves,� Fred finished, evil delight in
his eyes mirrored by George. They'd always had it in for Umbridge.
Umbridge always had it out for them. Harry supposed
things couldn't remain calm forever.

�You mustn't!� Hermione whispered, as if anyone could be listening. Which,
Harry supposed, they could. What if Umbridge had enlisted
the help of portraits? �She'd love a reason to expel you!�

There was a heavy silence for a moment, and Harry paled, as if he knew exactly
what the twins were thinking.

�You don't get it, do you, Hermione?� George finally asked with a forced smile.
There was a tug on Harry's arm, and Fred was leading
him away, George following.

�Come on, we need to tell you something,� Fred said quietly. Harry grimaced,
not at all liking the sound of that. They better have a good fucking
explanation for what they were planning.

XxXxXxX

Yeah, short, but look at the next chapter! It�s a double update, don�t kill
me ;;hides;;
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