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 Dolores 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.
Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor.
"This isn't a coincidence," Harry nearly snarled. "She knows."
Ron and Harry stood before the intruding sign on the notice board in the common room. Feeling as though the large black letters were smirking at them, knowing something they shouldn't.
"She can't," Ron countered back.
"I wonder if Hermione's seen this," Harry muttered looking toward the door of the girl's dormitory.
"We should let her know," Ron said already making his way over.
The redheaded wizard made it six steps up the spiral stairway before a loud, wailing sound pierced the air, and the stone steps merged to form one slippery slide.
"I don't think we're allowed to go up there," Harry grinned at this friend, who now lay rumpled on the floor.
"I didn't know that could happen. It's not fair!" Ron complained, rising to his feet with a little help from Harry. "How come Hermione's allowed to go into our dormitory, and we're not?"
After swooping neatly down the makeshift slide, Hermione rose to her feet and answered his question. "It's an old-fashioned school rule. It says in Hogwarts: A History, that the founders believed girls to be more trustworthy than boys. Why were you going up there anyway?"
"To show you this," Ron told her, dragging her to the notice board.
Hermione read over the sign quickly, her face melting from one of curiosity to that of worry.
"Someone must've told her," Ron bit out.
"They couldn't've," she muttered.
"You're so naive. Not everyone's all noble and trustworthy like –"
"I put a jinx on the parchment we all signed, Ron," Hermione interrupted. "If someone did tell Umbridge we'd know exactly who they are, and believe me, they would regret it."
"Why? What'll happen...?" Ron trailed off when an idea suddenly struck him. His face turned red and his voice came out cold. "What if it was someone who didn't sign the parchment?"
Harry caught onto his friend's implication and all the air seemed to have escaped his lungs.
"Buffy," Hermione quietly concluded, a shot of betrayal running through her eyes.
"She must've heard more than we realized," said Ron.
"B-but how? She was too far away."
"I don't know, but it's more than a coincidence. She was in the Hogs Head, she didn't sign the parchment, and – AND she was a Slytherin. It all adds up."
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UnExpected
FanfictionHome is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in...right? At least that's what Buffy had hoped, but when she returned to the Wizarding world she had left, it wasn't exactly all proverb-y as she had liked.
