Wicked

Chapter Eighteen: A Proper Teacher

"That foul, evil, old gargoyle!" Hermione said loudly "We're not learning how to defend ourselves. We're not learning how to pass our OWLs. She's taking over the entire school." Hermione's rant is interrupted by you running down the common room stairs, followed by Fred and George. 

"Y/N?" Harry looks at you as you breathlessly point at the radio before heading to the fireplace. 

"Security has been and will remain the Ministry's top priority. Furthermore, we have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black." 

"Bastards" You mutter, your breath slowly coming back to you. 

"Language, imagine if Remus could hear you now" Sirius's voice is heard from the fire you turn and smile. 

"Sirius!" Harry says happily, joining you "what are you doing here?" 

"Answering your letters, you both sent me smilier ones about Umbridge" his mood is lifted "what's she doing training you to kill half-breeds?" he jests. 

"She's not letting us use magic at all" you give Sirius a look half laughing at his joke half serious. 

"Well, I'm not surprised. The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat." 

"Combat?" The twins ask, sat on the arms of the sofas beside Hermione and Ron. 

"What does he think, we're forming some sort of wizard army?" Ron scoffs.

"That's exactly what he thinks. That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid by the minute" Sirius's face flickers in the fire "the others wouldn't want me telling you this, but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn and these disappearances are just how it started before." 

"Voldemort is on the move isn't he?" Sirius nods in answer to your question "well, what can we do?" you ask pragmatically but there's a noise. 

"Someone's coming" Sirius looks startled "I'm sorry I can't be of more help. But for now, at least, it looks like you're on your own" and with that he disappears. 

"Well" You huff standing up, flopping into a hug with Fred as he wraps his arms around you. 

"He really is out there, isn't he?" Hermione stares out of the window, the rain crashing down. 

"We've got to be able to defend ourselves" You say, Hermione turns and nods in agreement. "And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will" You all turn to look at Harry. 

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"You think this will work?" Fred looks at you, you all sit in the creaky old room Hermione had found waiting for the trio.

"Lets hope so, don't want to be freezing my arse off for no reason. . ." you say half joking as you shuffle a little closer to Fred. 

"I'll warm you up later" he whispers naughtily in your ear causing you to blush a little. 

"I hope so" you say playfully back. 

"You two are gross" George scoffs, you and Fred laugh a little but stop when you see the trio enter, you all look up expectantly. 

"So you all know why we're here" Hermione starts, a little awkwardly "We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts."