A/N: Its an Update (happy dance) ;)
It took forever to write lol.
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Dumbledore's Army continued on without any sign of an issue. While the Inquisitorial Squad did become a thing again, for some reason they had no clue what was going on. Draco declared it was the lack of his brilliance on the squad that kept them from catching on to what they were doing. One day, Harry had had enough of his gloating. While they were gearing up for their second to last Quidditch match, Harry decided to bring his friend down a few pegs.
"Draco, I hate to say it, but you were just as hopeless on the Squad as they are now. The only reason you ever found out was because of Marietta Edgecombe." Harry paused for a moment, quirking his head to one side. "Come to think of it, the only reason they aren't suspicious of us is because you lead them on wild goose chases through the castle while the rest of us head down to the Chamber of Secrets."
This was actually true. Draco had taken up the responsibility of using the map along with Harry's invisibility cloak to lead the Inquisitorial Squad throughout the castle, disappearing when he got the signal from Luna that everyone was in the frying pan (using their communicators, of course).
Draco pouted. "Well, it's still due to my brilliance." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Of course, Dragon. We couldn't do any of this without you." A gentle voice said, the sound wafting through the air like a breeze. Harry could only smile as he saw Luna walk through the door, until he remembered where he was. He blushed profusely as he realized he was still in the male side of the locker rooms-along with all the other boys on the Quidditch team. He looked down to check if he was decent, only to see neither he nor Draco were wearing shirts. He quickly hoisted his robes over his chest.
Draco rolled his eyes and giggled. "Yes, Scarhead, cover your boobs, because you're a girl." He paused. "It's not like she's never seen a topless guy before."
"Has she?" Harry asked. Luna smirked.
"I am right here, you know!" She said with a bit of a laugh. Draco shook his head and threw his shirt over it.
"I'll see you out on the pitch, Harry-Bear." Draco teased. Harry scowled.
"Shut up, Drakey-poo." He said, throwing the closest thing next to him-a book.
Draco ducked behind his hands and let the book connect with him. Once it was safely on the floor, he picked it up, turning to read the title. "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone? What is this?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. It was there when I got here."
"Harry, maybe we should investigate this. Someone's writing books about you. Although, I don't know who would bother to read them." Draco drawled. This time, Harry threw his broom at the blond. Draco Black laughed as he grabbed his friend's broom and carried it out to the pitch. Harry turned to see Luna doubled over in laughter.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. "This is the boys' locker room."
Luna smiled. "Yes, and you're a boy. I was looking for you. I wanted to wish you good luck." With that, she bent down and kissed him on the cheek. This surprised him probably more than it should have, but he blushed and stood up due to the shock of it all. He looked down, smiling like a loon. Luna must have thought this adorable, because she placed her finger under his chin, lifted it, and kissed him soundly on the lips.
Unbeknownst to them, as they began to deepen their kiss, another set of eyes was locked in on them. A young redhead peered through the window on the door separating the male/female locker rooms. She glared menacingly as she watched Harry nibble on Luna's lip. She was about to rush in and stop them when she locked eyes with two more redheads, both of which were glaring at her and shaking their heads. She got the message and ran the opposite direction.
Harry and Luna lost track of time and did not notice the twins walking in on them. It was not until they heard a bark that they jumped away from each other. It turns out, the twins had let Dragon in while the two lovebirds had been canoodling. This led to Harry's godfather sneaking a peek at their lovely make out session. He jumped and ran around in circles, grabbing Harry's shirt from him and running out of the locker room. Harry's blush deepened considerably, and he chased the dog to grab back his shirt. This left the twins alone with Luna.
All three stared awkwardly at one another. Finally, Fred broke the silence. "So...you like Harry, do ya?"
Out on the pitch, Draco had already polished Harry's broom and returned it to its rightful owner. He might have questioned Harry's deep red tomato complexion, but he figured what Harry did in the locker room with the twins and Luna wasn't his business.
The game began and quickly Draco was up in the air, easily forgetting his own worries about the coming ministry attack and how he would deal with Lucius Malfoy. It was a topic he considered often, truth be told. He couldn't begin to figure out what his response should be-shock? Awe? Embarrassment? Anger? He shook his head. He was not about to get into that now!
He looked over at the stands to see his beautiful Hermione watching him, a smile dazzling her face. Her presence cleared his mind and once again he concentrated on the game. Or, he would have, if he had not heard a glorious sound coming from the Slytherin stands.
"Malfoy cannot catch a thing,
He misses every single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing,
Malfoy is our king."
He probably should have been mad that they were lying about how awful his talents at Quidditch were, but instead he was proud his legacy had lived on. He remembered fondly those long nights in fifth year, surrounded by a gaggle of glorified groupies, all practicing the Weasley version of this song.
"No, Goyle, you got it all wrong! You're singing G Flat, not a G."
"Pansy, dear, you have the voice of a dying cat. Either find a tune or get out."
Draco almost sighed with fondness. He shook his head to refocus. He had to prove the Slytherins wrong. He would let Uncle Sev deal with the obviously misinformed snakes later.
Harry saddled up next to him, a look of concern etched across his face. "You okay?" He asked. Draco furrowed his brow.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be? They're calling me their king!" Draco said, preening.
"Once a Slytherin Ice Prince, always a Slytherin Ice Prince..." Harry stopped for a minute. "Wait, does that mean you technically were praising Ron?"
Draco widened his eyes in horror. "Oh no! I was complimenting a Weasley!"
Fred rode up and glared at the two players. "Oi, we're not all that bad."
In the end, Gryffindor won and Harry enjoyed another long kiss with Luna. Hermione ran up to Draco and tackled him in a big hug. He took his chance and tried to kiss her. After a long kiss she did not reject, she slapped him.
"What was that for?" He asked, rubbing his cheek, still happy it was not a fist to his nose.
"We're in public, Ferret. People will see us."
"They don't seem to mind!" The blond yelled, motioning towards the hormone-absorbed couple. Hermione glared at him.
A few days later, it was decided that another DA meeting was in order. Severus had to politely decline from helping, as this was the one Death Eater meeting they had planned way in advance. Apparently-as Harry was loathed to find out-every year, Death Eaters planned a pre-destruction of Harry Potter party. Severus was on the decorating committee. He was the only one who had a good understanding of the different types of black.
"You're missing DA club to plan a party about my death?" Harry asked his godfather accusingly. Severus sighed.
"Not about your death, before your death. Besides, it was a unanimous vote that I head up the committee." Severus smirked. "If you're feeling bad, just remember so far each of them has actually led to several drunk escapades that probably saved your life."
Draco sighed reminiscently. "Ah, I remember those. I brought the cake to the last one."
Severus sat back contemplatively. He furrowed his brow and stared at Draco. "I don't remember you being there, Dragon."
Draco's eyes widened. Harry looked at his watch and smacked his head. Yep, 7:30 in the morning. He should have known better than to let Draco out before 8. Maybe he could buy a muzzle on the pretense of needing it for Dragon. He never had to specify, did he?
"You-you were too drunk to notice me," Draco lied pathetically.
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Uncle Sev gets drunk?"
"Only when I have to spend the day watching you." Severus sighed, a smile ghosting across his lips. "Not to change the subject away from my intoxication, but as the sponsor teacher for the club, I do feel the need to remind some people of the rules concerning public displays of affection during this meeting..."
Harry blushed. "Why...why would you need to bring that up?"
"Because there will not be an adult there to supervise."
Draco turned to look at the golden dog sniffling through Severus' room. "Won't Sirius be there? Isn't he an adult?"
Severus stared over at the dog currently trying to access his underwear drawer. "That is questionable."
Even though Professor Snape was not there, the DA meeting was a huge success. That night, they focused on the Patronus Charm, and all but two people had successfully completed the spell before they closed out for the night./l.
Harry stood near the entrance, holding the Marauder's Map and watching as people climbed the new ladder they added in. He made them go in groups of two or three, like in the previous timeline. It all seemed to be going well until Harry suggested Draco and Hermione go ahead of him and Luna. He wanted to get in one goodnight kiss before going to bed. He sent Sirius with his friends and Luna and he spent a few minutes kissing. Harry was about to go up with her when he realized he left his DADA book back near the basilisk skin. He told Luna to go on ahead; he would see her tomorrow. That was a mistake.
"Why, hello Mr. Potter! Might I ask where you have been all night?" A high pitch squeal rang out as he made it to the top of the ladder. Merlin, she really did sound like a pig, Harry thought as he looked down the ladder towards freedom. Maybe he could just hide down there for a few millennia. It had worked for the basilisk. "Well?"
Harry contemplated his next words carefully. "Well, considering I'm coming out of the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, I'm going to say Wonderland." Maybe he had not thought through his words enough.
Merlin, she looks like a pig, too. Harry thought as Umbridge turned the type of pink only read about in girly fanfiction novels.
"You, my dear boy, have been caught red handed!" The toad said triumphantly, ignoring his previous comment. Harry looked around.
"Yeah, you caught me. I sometimes like to come here at night. Once in a while, I try to talk Moaning Myrtle into a threesome with the Bloody Baron."
Before Umbridge could speak, another figure slithered in. The DADA professor decided she could take out her annoyance on the newest member to their party.
"Professor Snape, might you explain your presence in this room tonight?" She asked, haughtiness dripping from her voice like honey.
"Yes, you caught me. Sometimes, I come here alone at night and try to talk Moaning Myrtle into a threesome with the Bloody Baron." Severus replied. Harry stared at his godfather, aghast. Severus looked over at him and winked.
From this point on, the only word to describe what happened next was conniption. Umbridge turned that impossible shade of purple that only Uncle Vernon could conjure. She huffed and puffed. Even Severus wondered if she would blow their house down. She subsequently slapped him when he asked her if that was the plan.
"Severus Snape, if you cannot come up with a good, reasonable explanation for your presence here tonight, then I will have to assume you are complicit in the goings-on of one Dumbledore's Army." Umbridge finally said. Severus bit his lip from saying something along the lines of, "I gave you a good, reasonable explanation."
"Madame Umbridge, do you really think I of all people would be complicit in any rule-breaking done by one Harry Potter?"
"He is your godson's best friend."
"Ex-godson."
"Beside the point..."
"No, that actually is the point..."
"Uhm, may I go now? I have a test in Charms tomorrow..." Harry asked, pointing toward the door.
"No!" Both professors said in unison, turning and facing him. They then turned back toward one another.
"Well, Professor Snape, if you are not in fact part of this little DA club, you should have no problem taking him to Dumbledore's office. I must grab our witness and I would rather he not have time to intimidate them." Umbridge said, a smirk slowly spreading across her face. Severus nodded.
"Of course. Come along, Mr. Potter." Severus said, trying to put as much anger and hatred into his words as he could. It was all Harry could do to keep from laughing his head off.
They began their trek toward Dumbledore's office. Harry decided to make small talk as they went. "How'd planning go? Did they like your opinions on the décor?" Severus sighed and looked at his godson out of the corner of his eye.
"Is it really hard for you to keep your head down and not get into trouble?" He asked, hoping they could talk this out before getting to the headmaster's office.
"I'm Harry Potter. Does that answer your question?" Harry asked.
"Your mother never got into this much trouble."
"But you didn't take into account for my father."
"Your father tried to do the wrong thing and got caught. You try to do the right thing, and you end up..." Severus paused trying to come up with the right words.
"Face-to-face with the devil?" Harry put in, a cheeky smile plastered on his lips. Severus shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Just do not speak unless spoken to. Do not offer up any information. Didn't Miss Granger have a spell to avoid this type of a problem? How is there a witness?" Harry's godfather asked.
"I don't know, but I think we should be more worried about whether or not this witness will tell them about your participation in all of it." Harry said mournfully. He feared for his Uncle Sev. If it came out Professor Snape not only turned a blind eye to Harry Potter's rule breaking, but helped him in it, then it might come out that he was a spy working for the Order. Severus seemed to understand what Harry was saying, and he began fashioning a tale that might save his neck.
When they got to Dumbledore's office, Harry realized what was about to happen. All the players were in place. This was the scene in his tale where Dumbledore would do what he did best-leave the teenagers to deal with everything.
Severus never left Harry's side, though he did move slightly to the left, distancing himself somewhat from the radioactive boy.
"Ah, Harry! So good to see you again! I feel like we have not seen each other in a very long time." Dumbledore said, almost sadly. Merlin, he was a good actor.
"Well, sir, I have been a bit busy." Harry replied, glaring at the man openly.
"Yes, very busy flouting rules and getting into mischief." Umbridge said as she walked in with someone covered in a veil. Harry just had to wonder how Marietta Edgecombe figured it out, since she never was a part of the meetings.
He shrugged. "Well, if you have a talent..."
"I do believe, good woman, that you have him confused with his father." Professor McGonagall said, stepping out from the shadows.
"Like father, like son." Severus mumbled, but he didn't have any heart behind the words. He knew it wasn't true.
"Madame Umbridge, I do believe that Mr. Potter has a right to hear the accusations held against him, along with facing his accuser." Dumbledore said, trying to move this along quickly. Harry figured he probably had an eagle to catch. Wait, that was another wizard. He had more to do with hobbits.
"Fine. Mr. Potter is charged with creating an illegal club..." Umbridge started.
"It wasn't illegal! We had a profess..." Harry stopped himself. All eyes turned to him. "Never mind. Continue on."
"Gryffindors." Severus sighed.
"He also is accused of trying to start a riot and overthrow the current Minister of Magic." Umbridge continued.
"What? When did I do that?" Harry asked.
"Finally, he is accused of leading to the delinquency of a minor..."
"When did I ever give them alcohol?"
"And his accuser is too afraid to step forward."
"She's right there, isn't she?" Harry asked, pointing to the veiled witness. "I demand she come face me like a ma...woman." He corrected himself.
Umbridge sighed and motioned for the witness to remove the veil. To Harry's surprise, it was not Marietta Edgecombe under the veil.
"Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, surprised. What surprised Severus more (of course it was Ginny Weasley. She clearly had a crush on Harry, and he was not private about his love life) was what seemed tattooed in red on her face. Pimples formed the word SNEAK across her face. Oh, Severus thought, that was what Miss Granger meant by spell. He made a note never to cross her again.
After that point, all hell broke loose and Dumbledore flew off on his magical phoenix. Severus agreed to take Mr. Potter's detention (it was Minerva's suggestion, and he put up a good fight for show). He figured he and his godson could use the quality time together, anyway.
Draco and Hermione were not surprised to hear Dumbledore left, but were surprised that Ginny ratted them out.
"I always knew I had a reason for hating Weasleys." Draco said after hearing Harry's tale.
"Not all of us are that bad!" George yelled across the common room. Harry and his friends laughed.
News of Dumbledore's leaving spread quickly, though not as quickly as some other bits of gossip. That following day, the twins walked up to Professor Snape during lunch during a lull in the chatter.
"So, Professor Snape, George and I hear the Bloody Baron is free tomorrow night. Would you like us to check with Moaning Myrtle for you?" Fred asked.
Draco's eyes widened. "Man, I wanted to say that, but I didn't actually have the guts to do it." He whispered to Harry. The brunet nodded.
Severus took a deep, shaky breath. He got out of his seat, slowly walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. A huge bang reverberated through the dining hall. Severus walked back in and pointedly stared at the two redheads.
"Detention," He said calmly, forcefully. He then walked right back out.
Draco turned to Harry. "How would one have sex with a ghost?"
"Draco, you know they were joking!" Hermione reminded her boyfriend.
"Yes, but I still want to know the logistics."
CHAPTER END
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