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Chaos In The Order by Emilyinlove
Chapter 10 : Back to Hogwarts
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Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, or the Harry Potter books, series, characters, movies or plot. I truly wish I did. I would be a millionaire. And I would've written myself in.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long to update, but at least it wasn't as long as the past two times! Once again, I've just been so busy with everything lately, and I'm actually surprised I'm posting today, seeing how depressed I'm feeling. At two this morning, my cat had a major heart attack and died. I'm so upset about it and I've been spending most of my day crying, looking at pictures of him, or talking about him. We had him for eight years and he's part of the family, and our other cat is a bit lost without him. R.I.P. Yazzy, I love you so much and miss you more than anything, baby boy. You'll never leave my heart <3. So rest on, and while you're at it, why don't you leave a review telling me a) your favorite character, b) you're favorite pairing, c) your least favorite character, d) your least favorite pairing and e) one or two of your favorite moments in HHWC or Chaos. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Back to Hogwarts

A long yawn escaped my mouth as I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window. It was seven in the morning and the sun was shining brightly through the window, and the sky was as blue as a forget-me-not. It was the first day of classes, and I was super excited.

I bounced out of bed and skipped over to the bathroom where I quickly changed into my uniform, pulling my hair into two braided pigtails, tied with two pieces of long, black ribbon. I put on my make-up and brushed my teeth as quickly as I could before grabbing my bag of books and skipping downstairs and into the Gryffindor common room.

I looked around to see that only Hermione was up and she was sitting on the couch, studying already.

"Wow, Emily's up early? Never thought I'd see the day," Hermione said sarcastically, not even looking up from her book.

"Haha," I said, glaring at the back of her head. "It's the first day of class! I love the first day!"

"Finally, someone who likes the first day of classes as much as I do!" Hermione exclaimed happily, as I jumped over the back of the couch, landing beside her. We weren't sitting there for too long before Harry and Ron came downstairs.

We caught up with them about halfway across the common room for me to be greeted with a soft kiss on the lips.

"Hey," I said, noticing her looked a bit out of it. "What's wrong?"

"Seamus thinks Harry's lying about You-Know-Who," Ron said bluntly as we all started walking out of the portrait hole.

"So does Lavender," I sighed gloomily.

"Oh, so have you been having a nice chat with the girls in your dorm about whether or not I'm lying?" Harry asked angrily.

"Actually," Hermione said, quite a bit defensively, "she tried to attack Lavender, and when a few of us held her back, she was cussing and swearing like you wouldn’t believe. Although, I must give you credit on the broad vocabulary."

"It would be nice if you stopped jumping down our throats, because if you haven't noticed Harry, we're on your side," I said.

"Sorry," Harry said quietly, looking a bit ashamed so I kissed him on the cheek and squeezed his hand slightly.

It's okay," I said.

"Don't you remember what the Sorting Hat said last night at the Start of Term feast?" Hermione asked and the two boys shook their heads. "It said 'We must unite inside her, or we'll crumble from within'."

I was muttering the words under my breath to receive a few odd looks from the boys.

"How do you remember all of that?" Ron asked us both.

"We actually listen, and besides, it was just last night," I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Anyways, the point was that the Sorting Hat was warning us about this sort of thing," Hermione said.

"And like Harry said last night, if that means becoming friends with the Slytherins, there's not a chance in hell," Ron said and I rolled my eyes.

"You don't have to be friends with them, but you can get them on your side," I suggested.

"I think it's sad that you guys aren't trying for a little inter-house unity," Hermione said as we entered the Entrance Hall. A group of fourth year Ravenclaws scattered at the sight of us, but more particularly, Harry.

"Oh grow up," I growled at them as we crossed to go into the Great Hall.

"Yeah, I really want to be friends with people like that," Harry said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at him as we entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table, for Harry to be immediately ambushed by Angelina Johnson.

"Hi Harry, good summer?" But she didn't even give him time to respond before saying, "I've been made captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year."

"Congrats," Harry said.

"Yeah, well now we need a new Keeper because Oliver's gone. So tryouts are this Friday and I want the whole team there to see how they fit in with everyone," Angelina said.

"Okay," He said to Angelina's fleeting form.

"That's cool, I'll get to see you play Quidditch this year," I said and he nodded, sort of zoned out as hundreds of owls flew in. An owl flew onto Hermione's plate with the Daily Prophet. Professor McGonagall started making her way down the table, handing out timetables.

"Are you kidding me? Today's got to be the worst day ever," Ron groaned. I agreed with him. We had History of Magic, Double Potions, Divination and Double DADA. Binns, Snape, Trelawney and Umbridge all in one day. Oh, something was going to go wrong.

Fred and George had come over and were talking about our OWL year, but to be brutally honest, I was off in my own world. I kept wondering what would happen this year. I now knew that I couldn't depend on what I read to get me through this year. Sure, a lot of it was still the same, but things were changing and fast.

"Earth to Emily, are you still with us?" Someone asked from beside me and I looked to see Brad looking at me expectantly.

"Sorry, I zoned out," I said before thinking of something. "Hey, by any chance do you remember a series of books about Hogwarts?"


"Oh," I said before starting to laugh, even though it was completely fake. "Just having a moment."

"Same ol' Emily," He said, chuckling as I made a goofy face.

"Wanna go to class?" Harry asked suddenly from the other side of me.

"Yeah, it would be best not to be late on the very first day," I said before waving goodbye to Brad, and following Harry out of the Great Hall with Hermione and Ron.

History of Magic was, to say the least, the most boring class I have ever had the displeasure of coming across. The lessons aren't even that boring; on the contrary, they're quite interesting. The thing that makes it so boring is the teacher's voice. That monotone voice that doesn't cease until the bell rings.

"What would you two do," Hermione said, very coldly, might I add, "if I didn't lend you my notes this year?"

"We'd fail our OWLs," Harry said for Ron to nod in agreement.

"I don't think you'd want that on your conscience," Ron said, as if reminding her.

"You don't even try to listen!" Hermione exclaimed, obviously outraged by this. "You're not getting my notes this year."

"WHAT?!" Both boys started panicking before looking at me.

"You can't leave us like this..."

"We need you Hermione..."

"Either pay attention in class, or get the notes from someone else," Hermione said, giving them a look that clearly said "You'd better choose the first option", but obviously, they didn't get it.

"Emily!" They both exclaimed as the oak doors leading outside were swung open as Hermione and I continued walking to our favorite spot under the beech tree.

"Sorry boys," I said, sitting down and spreading out, leaning my back against the large tree trunk in a sitting position.


"Hm...I don't know," I said as if I couldn't decide, smiling impishly all the while.

"But you love me," Harry said in a child-like voice, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"She loves me more, you know," Ron said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Hermione just rolled her eyes at the two.

"Oh, really? Em, if we duel it out, do you think we could borrow your notes?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, it would have to be a really good duel," I said. Ron took out some of Fred and George's fake wands and they started battling it out, the wands turning into a rubber chicken and a plastic flower.

"En guard!" They yelled as they dueled, causing Hermione and me to collapse into fits of laughter, clutching our sides as tears of mirth escaped our eyes.

Finally, Harry took his rubber chicken and fake stabbed Ron in the heart.

"I'll get you back for this Potter! Mark my words!" Ron said as he fell to the ground before quickly standing up. "So do we get your notes?"

I held up a finger, indicating that I needed a moment to regain my breath from laughing so hard. This was what friendship really was. Just laughing so hard you started to cry.

"Hmm...let me think this over," I said, still laughing slightly. They looked at each other before getting down on their hands and knees in begging positions, beginning to grovel. "Okay! You can have them." Harry picked me up and twirled me around in the air for me to start laughing again.

"At least you'll negotiate unlike that traitor over there," Ron said, casting an evil look at Hermione.

"Get over it," Hermione said as she stood up and dusted herself off. "It's time for our next class."

"I can't take anymore of this day!" Harry exclaimed, just a tad dramatically.

"It's not that bad," I said. We had just had double Potions and Divination. In Potions, Harry had forgotten the third line of instructions and henceforth, failed the assignment. I, on the otherhand did it perfectly, but did find it a bit difficult. And then in Divination, we were assigned "Dream Journals". We had to write down our dreams for a month and interpret them. Fun. Mine will probably be interpreted as "You are psychotic. Please go check yourself into the nearest mental institute as soon as possible."

"Do you realize how much homework we've gotten already?" Ron asked, outraged by my statement. "We have an essay about the giant wars; Snape wants one on the uses of moonstone in potion-making, and a month's dream journal for Trelawney!"

"It's not that bad," I repeated as we walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Professor Umbridge was already sitting in the classroom at the very front of the room behind her large, wooden desk. She was wearing a fluffy pink cardigan (which made me shudder once I saw it) and a black velvet bow on the top of her head.

The class was completely silent as we entered the classroom. No one knew what Umbridge and her teaching style would be like, whether she was strict or not. Harry and I sat down together, with Ron and Lindsay in front of us, Hermione and Brad behind us, and Emilie and Neville behind them.

"Good afternoon!" She said enthusiastically, to receive a few mumbled "good afternoons" in response, but mostly glares. "Now that just won't do. I should like you, please, to reply "Good afternoon Professor Umbridge". One more time, please. Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon Professor Umbridge," the class said in unison.

"Now that wasn't too hard, was it? Wands away and quills out please," She said and everyone just stared at her in shock. Never once in Defense Against the Dark Arts have we been told to put our wands away. This was depressing.

Everyone gloomily put their wands away and took out their quills. She tapped her extremely short and stubby wand on the blackboard at the front of the room and a group of words appeared on it.

Defense Against the Dark Arts
A Return to Basic Principles

"The teacher of this course has been disturbingly...uneven," She said. "This year, you will all be learning a Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Please copy down what is on the board."

She flicked her wand and a new set of words appeared on the board, which I neatly wrote on my parchment.

"Does everyone have the appropriate textbook?" She asked.

"Yes Professor Umbridge."

"I feel like I'm in kindergarten again," I whispered to Harry who sniggered.

"Good," She said. "I would like everyone to turn to the first chapter and read it."

"No, what else would we do? Eat it?" I whispered again, making Harry, Lindsay and Ron all laugh silently. Everyone started reading, except for me that is, because I just skimmed through it, and Hermione already had her hand up, but Umbridge paid no attention to it.

"Someone has their hand up," I said loudly from behind my textbook, which I was holding up in front of my face.

"Have you finished the chapter Miss-"

"Granger," Hermione finished. "And no. I actually have a question about the course outline."


"Yes, I didn't see anything about using defensive spells," She said.

"Using them? Why would we need to practice these spells in class?" Professor Umbridge queried. "We'll be learning about them in a safe, risk-free environment. Do you really expect to be attacked in this classroom?"

I began to fake cough, letting a "yes" out in between, a few people hearing and laughing.

"Well, it's not very likely, but it isn't the point of Defense Against the Dark Arts to learn how to use defensive spells?" Hermione asked.

"Are you a Ministry-trained expert?" Professor Umbridge asked.

"Well, no-"

"Then you, as a child have no right to contradict what adults far beyond your knowledge have put together for the class curriculum. Instead, you'll be learning how to use these spells in a safe, risk-free environment-"

"Well, what use it that?" Harry asked loudly. "If we get attacked, it's not going to be-"

"Hand, Mr. Potter," Professor Umbridge said. Now a bunch of other people's hands shot up into the air now.

"And your name is?" Professor Umbridge asked Lindsay.

"Lindsay Hunter," She said.

"Miss Hunter, your question?" She asked.

"Well, what Harry said is right. If we're going to be attacked, it's not going to be risk-free," Lindsay said.

"Once again, do you expect to be attacked in my class?" She asked, and I did my fake coughing fit, making sure a loud and very noticeable "yes" came out. "Do you have something to say Miss Williams?"

"Pardon?" I asked, playing dumb.

"It sounded like you said something," She said.

"No, I think you may be hearing things. You might want to go to the Hospital Wing after this class and get that checked out," I said, smirking slightly.

She ignored this comment completely as other tried to hold in their laughter. "I of course, do not wish to criticize how this school has been run, but this class has had very irresponsible teachers beforehand and-" She gave a nasty laugh that made me want to hurl, or chuck something at her head, "extremely dangerous half-breeds."

A whole group of people burst out laughing, led by me. Extremely dangerous half-breeds? Who was she kidding?!

"Do you have something to say Miss Williams?" She asked.

"Several," I stated. "One is that if you're referring to Professor Lupin, well, I didn't have him for this class, but he is by far one of the best teachers I've ever had here. And secondly, extremely dangerous half-breeds? Who are you kidding?!"

"You have no right to speak to a staff member like that," She snapped before returning to normal. "You have all been frightened into believing that Dark attacks happen everyday."

"Hold up," I said. "Frightened? Honestly, no one here has been frightened into believing anything like that."

"Who do you imagine would want to hurt children?" Umbridge asked.

"Hm...I don't know...lemme see...maybe, Lord Voldemort?" Harry suggested for a most of the class to gasp, shake, squeak or scream. There was a large variety of sounds made.

"Let me make a few things clear. You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead-"

"He was never dead," Harry said offhandedly, "but he has returned."

"Mr. Potter-you-must-raise-your-hand-if-you-wish-to-speak-do-not-make-matters-worse-for-yourself," Umbridge said in one breath. "As I was saying, you have been told that a certain Dark wizard is at large again. This is a lie."

"It is NOT! I saw him! I fought him!" Harry yelled at her.

"Detention Mr. Potter!" Umbridge shouted back triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. My office. 5 o'clock. So, this is a lie. Now, if you'll continue to page five-"

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry demanded.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident," Umbridge said and Emilie stood up from her seat and ran out of the class, tears streaming down her face.

"He was murdered!" I screamed at her. "Voldemort killed him and you know it! Everyone here knows it but is too afraid to admit it! How dare you even say something like that!"

I was so angry right now. How could anyone in their right mind say something like that?

"Wanna know something?" I asked her and she looked at me blankly. I focused my energy on making my wings come out and they did. "I'm one of those extremely dangerous half-breeds."

"You are trying my patience Miss Williams," She said through gritted teeth, her anger obviously getting the better of her.

"Oh really? I didn't know!" I said, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Oh wait, yes, I did know that."

"Miss Williams, you can join Mr. Potter for detention tomorrow night," She said.

"Actually, you won't see me because I won't be attending your petty little detention," I said cheekily, smirking at her reaction.


"You did not just call her that," Harry said, visibly shaking in anger.

"I don't need this stupid class," I said, calming down slightly.

"And how do you expect to get that past the Ministry?" She asked.

"Like this," I said simply. "Airomem Munmad." I focused on the goal in mind as her eyes and facial expression went blank. "Emily Williams and Emilie Grant were never in your class. There was a mix up in the class lists. They weren't ever here."

That was one of the few fairy spells I learned and the incantation literally meant "memory loss". So she wouldn't remember Emilie and me for a year; that's how long the spell lasted.

I gathered my things, and left the room with a snap of my fingers, making her go back to a normal state. I stormed up to McGonagall's office where I stopped at her door and knocked loudly, retracting my wings and calming down. McGonagall opened the door, looking slightly confused.

"Ehhhh, McG," I said like Fonzie from "Happy Days."

"Emily, shouldn't you be in class?" McGonagall said in a quiet voice, ushering me into her classroom.

"Well," I said nervously, "it's a funny story." I sat down in a chair in front of her desk before going into full detail about what had just happened in Umbridge's class. She looked shock before her face became stern again.

"Emily, being in the Order is a huge responsibility, especially for someone as young as you. You're lucky Dumbledore even let you in. You have to cooperate with your teachers, even Professor Umbridge.

"Well, you see...the thing is...I kind of got a little too upset and used a fairy memory spell on her," I said, looking at the ground.

"You what?!" She demanded angrily.

"She screamed at me, calling me a 'filthy little half-breed' and that really sets me off, if you haven't heard what happened in the summer, and she was telling the class how dangerous they are," I said. "And besides, it's just so she wouldn't remember Emilie or I being in her class. I just can't go back."

"Well...I'm going to let it slide this time, because you are one of my best students and have an almost spotless record," She said. "But I want no more spells being cast on teachers, or other students for the matter. And we'll have to figure out something you and Emilie to do during that class."

"Can we just have a spare block or something so we can study for our OWLs?" I asked.

"Well...okay. But you better be studying during those blocks," She warned.

"We will," I said.

"You may go then," She said. I got up, and picked my stuff up as well. I just walked out the door to see Harry waiting there.

"How did it go?" He asked.

"Good. McGonagall and I have an...understanding," I said. "Emilie and I got a spare block to study for our OWLs."

"You could've gotten me out fo that class too," Harry said, looking slightly hurt. I pressed my lips against his.

"I'm so sorry," I said hugging him. "I wasn't really thinking. I just wanted to get out of there before she started telling people that half-breeds should be killed."

"It's okay," He said, kissing my forehead.

"I'll make sure to stay up so I'm awake when you get back from your detentions, and then we can have some private time together," I said and he smirked. "Good luck in there."

"I'll need it."

Next time on "Chaos in the Order"

"You are bloody evil, you know that, right?" Ron asked, panting slightly because of all the hard work I had put him through.

"Yup, and I'm proud of it. That's what you get when you say I can't do something," I said happily.

"Bloody evil, I swear," He muttered.

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