Fred and George did what they did best and got Hogwarts laughing again. Through the pettiest of pranks, the twins had chosen Professor Umbridge as their new prodigy. Not only was it good for advertising their products for their shop, they were able to give the woman all kinds of hell. The Slytherins had also been caught up in the crossfire; the Inquisitive Squad (a group of Slytherins that Umbridge had put in place as her own personal police) tried dishing out detentions to the twins but had failed miserably. They wouldn't be able to get a word out before Fred would tuck a Bombstastic Bomb into their robes and disappear, leaving Malfoy, Montague or Parkinson in the middle of an explosion.

The other Professors seemed to be enjoying Umbridge's misfortune. Professor McGonagall turned a blind eye when her Gryffindors laughed and planted their traps around the school. She even warned the other Professors where the pranks were in order to avoid them, leaving Umbridge as the only one who wasn't aware what was around the next corner. No detentions were given because Fred and George were never caught. If they were to be told to meet Umbridge in the evening for a detention, they just wouldn't turn up. They stopped going to her class completely, which both relieved and irritated the woman.

Blair had been worried for a moment that the two didn't realise that they were ruining their chances of ever graduating. With how much power Umbridge had, she could kick the two out before they'd even take their end of year exams. But when Blair went to confront the two and open their eyes, she found that they were already wide open and blinking continuously.

"Are you sure you know what you're both doing?" she put her hands together and stared down at the two. She had pulled them to the sofa in the Gryffindor common room and sat them down; refusing to let them leave until she'd settled her conscience with them.

"Of course we do, sweetheart. We wouldn't be doing this with a blindfold on," George chuckled, causing his brother to hitch a lopsided smile onto his lips.

"But... you know she'll make sure you guys don't graduate, right?" she hated to be the stick in the mud and feel like she was being the downer on their dreams. But she would hate to see their faces drop at the end of the year when Umbridge stood up with her smug, toad-like face and say that they will not receive their certificates that say that they had completed Wizarding school.

"You think we care?" Fred shrugged, shocking Blair with his scoff and the roll of his eyes. "You don't need a certificate to run a joke shop. We don't care about graduating anymore."

"I don't think we did in the first place."

Blair bit her lip at their lack of concern for their education. It was no secret that they were the jokesters of the school that didn't do their homework and failed tests without a care. But Blair knew of their potential that was so overlooked. In order to produce all their inventions, they had to have had some intelligence and confidence in their academia. If they really cared for their school work, they could be challenging Hermione (keeping in mind that she is two years below them). George can cast wordless magic which has to require some brain activity at least. And she was sure that he had been teaching Fred, since she had seen him silent during DA lessons when casting the summoning charm.

When it came around to the next DA lesson, they had been practicing the reductor curse. Harry was impressed by the improvement of the class as everyone had been able to disarm, protect, summon and curse. If they were to have their O.W.L's tomorrow, everyone would surely pass with an Outstanding on their report cards. It was uplifting to see so many of his friends as well as those he thought were against him, succeeding from his teaching and being happy to learn.

"Can you stop taking my wand from me?!" Ron seethed as his wand flew out of his hand and land in Fred's.

"Why don't you summon it back then?" he sassed.

"And do wandless magic? Are you mad?"

Blair rolled her eyes and took the wand out of Fred's hand, handing it back to Ron with a sympathetic smile. Ron gave her a grateful nod and his brother a glare, turning away to head over to Harry who was about to stand up and congratulate everyone. He and Hermione had prideful smiles on their faces and asked for everyone to gather around.

"Right everyone, I'm-"

"Mr Harry Potter! Mr Harry Potter!"

The attention was turned to the small house elf that ran through the door, waving his arms around with his huge round eyes filled with alarm. Harry turned around and crouched down so that he was level with the elf; the speech he had prepared dying in his eyes and losing its significance in the situation.

"Dobby? What is it?" he questioned.

"Mr... Potter..." the elf panted, putting his three-fingered hands on his knobbly knees. "She's here... Mr Potter... she's coming."

"Who's coming?" Hermione asked. The elf named Dobby continued to catch his breath but time was passing quickly, leaving Harry in the dark and filled with fear.

"Umbridge? Is it Umbridge?" Ron jumped forward urgently.

"Yes! Yes, Mr Ron Weasley!" Dobby nodded his head with his ears flapping along.

The colour drained from Harry's face and he shot up from his crouched position, turning back to the group who were waiting for the next set of instructions. He gulped and looked at all the faces he was about to get into a world of trouble. First years looked up to him and seventh years waited anxiously, hoping that he'd be in his right mind to tell them to flee.

"Everyone run! Don't let her catch you!"

A flurry of dark grey uniforms blurred the room as everyone headed for the door, pushing and shoving to get out of The Room of Requirement and back to their dormitories without being seen. Harry, Ron and Hermione separated and tried to get the room cleared and the halls free from the Inquisitive Squad. It was minutes before curfew but the sight of large groups would definitely grab Umbridge's attention, especially since she had been tipped off by someone.

"You waitin' for the grass to grown or something?! Hurry up!"

Blair shook her head to rid the daze she was in and followed after George who had yanked her arm nearly out of her socket. She had been watching the first years fall over themselves and follow after Hermione who resumed her position as prefect to get them back to their dormitory. But the urgency returned and she ran after George, who was catching up to Fred and Lee.

"We'll never make it to the Gryffindor tower!" Lee called over his shoulder, seeing other Gryffindors heading in different directions from the same realisation.

"Where the fuck do we go, then?!" Fred shouted.

"Go for the Ravenclaw tower!" Blair cried, clutching George's hand in her own.

Fred and Lee let George and Blair lead the way, keeping an eye on the corridors behind them in case Umbridge were to be seen turning the corner at the last minute. The halls were dark with most of the torches unlit, which was probably the work of Filch to disorientate the fleeing students. But the air was warm and made breathing difficult and their throats dry, causing their pace to slow and their breaths loud. Blair could feel George lagging behind, so she threaded her fingers through his and started to yank him along whenever he'd fall back too far.

"Weasleys! Jordan! Rosier! Get back here!"

The sound of Graham Montague's voice made the adrenaline flow into their systems and rush to start climbing the spiral staircase. The footsteps of the Slytherin were loud and near to Lee, who was unfortunate to be at the back and the least physically fit of the four. Luckily, the back of Terry Boot was seen entering the door to the Ravenclaw common room, causing Blair to call out in desperation.

"Terry! Wait!"

The boy thankfully heard and held the door open, letting the four run inside without needing to solve the riddle that would surely get them caught by Montague. Lee slammed the wooden door shut behind him and leaned against it, hearing the footsteps of the Slytherin come to a stop. The eagle could be heard giving a new riddle and Montague muttered a reply, the door thankfully staying closed and denying him access.

Lee collapsed to the floor and pressed his flustered cheek against the tiles, sighing in relief from the cooling sensation. Fred barely made it into the common room and laid down on the rug, his chest heaving and his skin shining with sweat. Jasper had padded along and sniffed at the boy, soon settling on his leg. Fred didn't have the energy to shove the cat off, making it the first time the two had made contact without hating every second of it.

"Do you... think anyone... got... caught?" Blair said in between pants, falling into the armchair and hating the fact that the fireplace was lit. It made the room stuffy and almost unbearable for her already gasping lungs.

"Those who were stupid enough to try heading for the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff common rooms probably were," George let out in one breath, shutting his eyes as he leaned his weight against the table and chairs. Terry Boot thought to conjure some glasses and use the water-producing spell to fill them to the brim, handing them out to those who had made it back.

"Who the hell grassed?" Michael Corner asked angrily, slamming the glass down on the table after finishing its contents.

"Maybe it was that Hufflepuff? Zacharias Smith," Lee suggested. He was able to force his body up from the hallway's floor and collapse on top of Fred on the common room floor. Jasper saw that he wasn't wanted and headed over to the bookcases, finding a suitable shelf and curling up for a nap on it. Fred grunted at being dog piled on and shoved his friend off, sitting up and gulping down the rest of the water in his glass.

"But why now? Why not from the very beginning?" Blair questioned.

"We'll soon know who it was. I heard Granger charmed the parchment we all signed to come up in some sort of rash to whoever grassed," George sighed before grinning lazily at the other Ravenclaws in the room. "You're all going to have to deal with us tonight. I am not risking heading back to our common room."

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The next morning, everyone was anxious to spot the rash that would determine who was the one who told Professor Umbridge about the DA lessons. Every house was a suspect and no one was left out of the loop. The Great Hall was filled with accusations as breakfast was far less important. Heads perked up when someone entered through the grand doors but then deflated when faces would be clear and void of any sudden rashes.

When Professor Umbridge walked into the hall, everyone went silent as she stopped and stared with an especially evil smile on her face. She clasped her hands together and spotted those who had been part of Dumbledore's Army, giving them intentional stares before opening her toad-like mouth.

"All of those who were apart of the illegal group that was disbanded last night, shall serve detention right after breakfast with me. As your Headmistress, those who participated in this group deserve to be punished."