A.J RYAN IN THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

Chapter Nine - High Inquisitor

At lunch on Monday, I had sat down with the Gryffindor's just as Fred was telling Ron that nothing was wrong with a healthy P, for Poor, on his Potions essay.

They went through the grading with Hermione.

Outstanding

Exceeds Expectations

Acceptable

Poor

Dreadful

Troll

Fred glanced at me as he dunked his dinner roll in his soup and proceeded to swallow it whole.

Our Charms class, before lunch was inspected by Umbridge. She sat in the corner with a clipboard, and took notes, she had asked one of the students – Alicia – a few questions about usual classes. It was pretty un-eventful.

"Well, be a good boy and keep your temper with Umbridge today. Angelina'll do her nut if you miss anymore Quidditch practices." George said to Harry.

I left the table to stand in the Entrance Hall. I headed up to the seventh-floor and became invisible. Harry would come this way for Divination next, and I had a free period.

After Harry, Ron and a few other students had passed, Umbridge herself passed. She was panting lightly from the hike up here. I smiled to myself. She marched along with her clipboard, so now I knew which class she was inspecting next.

Harry got another week of detentions, as he had slammed Umbridge's talk of Professor Quirrell – who taught at the School four years ago – passing a Ministry Inspection. He had responded loudly with;

"Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher, there was just the minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out the back of his head."

Everyone knew about it by Tuesday morning as Professor McGonagall took points from Angelina for shouting at Harry at breakfast. Angelina then protested about Harry's detention, and she took another five points for Harry, he protested.

"Because detentions do not appear to have any effect on you whatsoever!" Professor McGonagall explained. "As for you, Miss Johnson, you will confine your shouting matches to the Quidditch pitch in future or risk losing the team captaincy!" she stormed back to the staff table.

Hermione and Ron were still in the common room at nearly midnight when Harry returned from detention. I sat close by but was invisible.

I didn't start paying any attention to their conversation until Hermione got rather enthusiastic about something.

"It's about preparing ourselves, like Harry said in Umbridge's first lesson, for what's waiting for us out there. It's about making sure we really can defend ourselves. If we don't learn anything for a whole year-" She was saying.

"We can't do much by ourselves..." Ron interrupted.

They agreed that they were past learning out of books and needed a proper teacher.

I grinned to myself as I saw where Hermione was heading. The two boys took a little longer, it wasn't until Hermione said flat out, that she was thinking of Harry being their teacher.

Harry was insisting that his experiences the last five years were either luck, a fluke, or because he had help. It wasn't until he stood up yelling that Ron and Hermione stopped smirking at him. I blocked all sound from leaving the common room.

It ended with Harry yelling his point and was reconciled when Hermione said Voldemort's name for the first time.

They all left shortlyafter this.