Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, obviously.
"You're either determined to resist me or you really don't know."
Harry was sitting on the train with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna waiting for it to arrive at the Hogsmeade station. It had been several hours since he had woken up from being knocked out by the blast from his Fulmisium spell. It shocked him when he was able to do it without his wand, even if it didn't do what it was supposed to. Admittedly he had no idea what he was going to do, he had just reacted by instinct more than anything else. It shocked him even more when Hermione explained to him that the spell had resulted in an explosion that not only knocked him out but also killed a Death Eater.
It honestly didn't bother him too much that he had killed yet another Death Eater. While it had taken him a couple of months to get over the first two kills, this one honestly wasn't weighing on his conscience as much as it would to most other people. He reasoned that if the Death Eaters were willing to attack innocent children to try to get to them then it shouldn't bother him at all that he killed another one, especially if it was an accident. Harry could understand why they were trying to kill him, as well as his girlfriend and his best friend, but he honestly had no idea why they wanted to kill innocent schoolchildren. It made him sick to his stomach to think that Voldemort would condone something like this. It shouldn't surprise him, given the fact that Voldemort tried to kill him when he only a year old but he could understand why he did, at least from the perspective of the Dark Lord; there was no reason for something like this though.
"I swear, I'm going to kill him for this." Ginny, Neville, and Luna looked at him in shock but Hermione and Ron weren't at all surprised. "What's the reason for him telling them to kill innocent children like this?! It's low, even for him! He will not get away with this!"
"Don't take this the wrong way mate, but you want to kill him just because of this? What about the fact that he wants to kill you or Hermione? What about the fact...what about everything else he's done to you?"
"I'm perfectly aware that he killed my parents and was responsible for the deaths of both Sirius and Dumbledore and I know that he's tried to kill both Hermione and myself on more than one occasion. But this is different Neville. All of us are or were actively fighting against him. These are nothing more than schoolchildren! Kids who are too young to stand up against them! Hermione and I can both defend ourselves and we expect that; none of them have anything to do with this." Hermione wound her arm around Harry's.
"Calm down love. I know it's terrible but there's nothing we can do about it right now. I don't blame you for being angry about it, I am too, but there's no point in it. Look around you; everyone else on here is safe and sound and it's because of you and all the other brave kids who chose to fight back. The 'kids' that Voldemort thought were defenseless just proved him wrong. Look at it that way: he's just brought more people into this fight against him."
This did little to placate Harry, though he said nothing more on the subject. He settled back in his seat and was content to just let Hermione comfort him. After a while he calmed down and jumped into the conversation with everyone else. Neville and Luna were very interested in what Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been up to before they showed up on the train. They couldn't say of course but they did mention that it had to do with stopping Voldemort. The rest of the train ride was spent further discussing what had happened over the summer.
Only a couple of short hours later the train was pulling into the station. Harry and Hermione hurried off to do their job as the Head Boy and Girl, leaving the other four behind. They found a carriage and attempted to wait for the other two. They thought they were going to have to leave them behind until the two Heads bound into the thestral-drawn carriage at the very last second. Hermione wasn't surprised at this, after all she had been a prefect for the last two years and was used to the extra responsibility, but Harry, who had never been in this particular situation, was somewhat awestruck. He had no idea that being Head Boy meant that he could possibly miss out on some of the big moments of the year, this being a perfect example.
"Is it always like this?" he breathlessly asked Hermione.
"Well, I had no idea that we'd have to ensure that everyone got on the carriages without incident but yeah, pretty much. As Head Boy and Girl we're responsible for the entire student body and we've got a lot to do now." Harry groaned as the carriage finally started moving, eliciting a laugh from the other five. All six of them knew that this year was going to be very different than any other year, but they were only just now realizing how different.
Dolores Umbridge stood up after the last student had finally been sorted. This was nothing new to everyone who had been at Hogwarts two years ago when she did the same thing but the newer students were somewhat confused. Confused or not, the entire Great Hall went silent with anger and hatred at the new Headmistress. Only a few select Slytherins were quiet out of respect.
"Things are changing in our world," she began. "A year and a half ago You-Know-Who came back and brought war upon us because we wouldn't listen to him. All he wanted to do was help us. Now, because of the so-called Order of the Phoenix, he continues to wage war to make this a better place for us all. It's because of the Order that the war still rages. But fear not, for all of you are safe in here with me. I promise that I will protect each and every one of you.
"In order for me to help you though, you must all listen to me. There were a few students two years ago who did not want to listen and ended up paying the price. One in particular was severely punished." She smiled her sickly sweet, girlish at Harry and it took everything Ron and Hermione could do to keep him in his seat. "If you don't want that to happen to you then listen to me and let me help you. I don't want to have to punish any of you.
"That being said, I will not hesitate to punish you if I have to. Those that don't follow the rules will be punished for sure. I'm sure that the new Head Boy and Girl will help me not only keep order but punish those who need it. But now is not the time for all of this. Let the feast begin!"
The food started appearing on the plates as Umbridge sat back down but there wasn't the usual scrambling for food. In fact many of the younger students, and a few of the older ones, looked like they didn't want to eat at all anymore. Eventually people started to eat as Umbridge's words were pushed to the back of their minds to be digested some other time. The only people who weren't eating were Harry and Hermione, both of whom looked as if they would love nothing more than to turn Umbridge into fine dust. In fact, the only thing keeping Harry from doing so was the looks Professors McGonagall and Snape were giving him, silently telling him to keep calm.
"Can we just completely skip the feast and go home? I don't want to be anywhere near that woman right now."
"If we weren't Head Boy and Girl I'd say let's go home too. She's trying to bring us into this, like it'll be our fault if they do anything she doesn't like. You know that we'll probably be the ones who have to do something about it."
"Bullshit! There's no fucking way in hell I'm going to do anything to help her. If she wants to be a bitch and make people do her sick, demented detentions just because they don't do exactly what she wants them to, she'll have to do that herself. If it wasn't for the way Snape and Minerva were looking at me I'd make sure we didn't see her around here anymore at all."
"You know you can't do that. Attacking her here in front of all these people would most likely earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Even the Minister wouldn't be able to help you out of it. You've got to remember that only a very few people here know the truth, and one of them is a Death Eater, not to mention Voldemort's right hand. They won't see it as you defending everyone, they'll see it as you attacking the new Headmistress just because you don't like her or agree with what she said." Hermione turned around and looked at Harry to see him still snarling at Umbridge, who wasn't looking at him. "Look, don't worry about her right now, sweetheart. Let's just eat for now, we're both hungry, and then we can discuss her when we get home."
She lightly kissed him, knowing that it would help calm him down, and Harry reluctantly tore his gaze away from the new Headmistress and began eating. He knew that having Umbridge back at the school was going to be bad when he first heard of Voldemort's plan, but he didn't know exactly how bad. He got his answer a couple of weeks after school started. It took Umbridge almost no time to reform the Inquisitor Squad and it took even less time for her to put all her Decrees back in place. The school quickly fell under a tyrannical rule as she imposed her will.
It seemed that nowhere was safe from the new Headmistress. She would periodically, and randomly, appear in the House common rooms, and even some dorm rooms, making sure that everyone was following her twisted rules to the letter. When a few students pointed out that she shouldn't be allowed to do that a new Decree popped up that gave her standing permission to enter a student's dorm room if she thought they were doing something suspicious. She even made Harry and Hermione help her, though they just did it for show. It wasn't uncommon for them to spend their time talking and joking with the other students while they were supposed to be checking them. It was a small thing they were doing, and certainly nothing that really hindered Umbridge, but it was an act of rebellion nonetheless and everyone knew and appreciated it. Given the detentions Umbridge had already handed out over stupid things, everyone knew how much trouble Harry and Hermione would both be in if she found out what they were really doing when they "checked" the Houses.
For the first several weeks, things continued to go like this. Harry had decided that if this was the worst that Umbridge was going to be then he could deal with it. He had even started to let his guard down and actually ignored the toad-like woman, to an extent at least. All that changed one Wednesday towards the end of September. Harry and Hermione were coming in for their first class of the day, minus Ron who was eating in the Great Hall, when they were stopped by the Headmistress.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, I want to have a word with you two." The two teens exchanged looks of exasperation before turning around to face her. "I know that things have been off to a good start this year," Harry and Hermione both fought back smiles at her ignorance, "but I want to make sure it stays that way. As Head Boy and Girl, you two are the de facto leaders of this school. Even if you weren't, everyone still looks up to the both of you. I know we've had our differences in the past but I want you two to get behind me and give me your support this year. Then the rest of the students will fall in line as well." Hermione suddenly had a look of disbelief on her face while Harry's face turned stony and fire burned in his eyes.
"After everything you've done to us, not just two years ago but even before that, you expect us to suddenly act like it never happened and work with you? I think I speak for both of us when I say there's no way in hell that's going to happen. All you want to do is brainwash everyone to do exactly what you want. Otherwise you'll do exactly what you did two years ago, at least according to what you said after the Sorting. You think that we'll condone those two options: believe what I say or I'll hurt you? That's not going to happen."
"This is not a democracy, Mr. Potter. This school is a dictatorship, and I am the dictator. You will all do as I tell you to or I will make you do what I tell you. One way or another, everyone will fall in line. That is not negotiable. I gave you two the opportunity to help me and make things better for everyone, but you rejected it. What happens now is on your hands."
"No, it's on your hands professor. This isn't a dictatorship and you're not a dictator. You're not but a tyrant and Harry and I will not be part of it. You're probably the worst thing to ever happen to this school and that's saying a lot considering everything that we've personally been through over the years. Professor Dumbledore never tried to control us like you're doing. If you're determined to be a tyrant and continue to abuse your power then expect us to fight back against you at every turn. Now if you'll excuse us, we have double Defense Against the Dark Arts and we really don't want to be late. Professor Snape may be understanding but he still isn't happy when we're not on time." The two of them turned and started walking down the hall towards Professor Snape's classroom.
"Twenty-five points each from Gryffindor for your cheek," Umbridge called after them. Neither of them gave her the satisfaction of looking back, preferring instead to continue on their way as if they hadn't heard her. For once, the sickly sweet smile on the Headmistress' face had been replaced by one of pure anger and hatred. She needed a way to get the entire student body under her control and she was going to come up with something, no matter what.
"What's wrong with you, mate?" Ron asked as soon as he saw Harry and Hermione. Both of them were still seething over what Umbridge had just done but Hermione was much better at keeping her face neutral. It wasn't surprising that she was the one who answered him either.
"We just had a talk with Umbridge. She tried to get us to help 'everyone fall in line,' as she put it. She wants the students under her complete control and to do exactly what she wants. Basically she wants to continue what she was doing last time she was here." Ron immediately shared in his friends' outrage.
"What?! Not only does she want to turn this school into a dictatorship, she's asking you two to help. Despite the way she treated you both in fifth year, this is outrageous! It isn't something she should ask the Head Boy and Girl to do!" Ron didn't get to say any more before the classroom door opened and Snape ushered them all inside.
"There is no need to go into great detail today. You will divide into pairs again and continue working on attacking and defending yourselves from jinxes in complete silence. Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley, I think the three of you should find new partners for today. Everyone else should be allowed to benefit from your expertise." Without a word, Harry went to partner with Neville while Hermione and Ron partnered with Lavender and Dean respectfully. Despite their anger at the Headmistress, they managed to keep themselves under control under the class was almost over; that was when Harry swung his wand in a wide arc that caused all of the desks in front of him to slam into the wall hard enough to cause deep cracks. The Ventiaurus spell was so powerful that it even forcefully pushed Neville into the wall as well, despite the perfect Shield Charm he had used.
"That seems to be a good way to end the class," Snape calmly said. "You're all dismissed. I'd like to see you for a moment though Mr. Potter." He and Hermione shared a look; he nodded at her before she kissed his cheek and started to leave. "I'm required to tell you that public displays of affection are forbidden under the new Headmistress' decrees," the professor added in a bored tone. Harry disregarded the statement. By this point he was well-aware that Snape didn't mean anything by it and was merely being sarcastic.
"So, would you like to tell me what happened?" he asked, as he eyed the younger man. He didn't even attempt Legilimency, knowing that Harry trusted and respected him now and would most likely tell him. If he didn't then it wasn't something that Snape was going to force. Just as he thought though, Harry explained the entire ordeal to him. The Defense professor sat calmly at his desk and listened to everything his student told him. "Well you handled the situation quite well, given your well-documented feelings for her."
"But I barely held it together, Severus." Despite the newfound respect they had for each other, Snape and Harry still weren't on great terms and he wouldn't allow any student, let alone Harry, address him so casually.
"Do not...call me...that," he said slowly, emphasizing every word.
"Sorry," Harry quickly but sincerely responded. "It was a slip of the tongue. I'm used to everyone else calling you that and I'm honestly not thinking clearly right now. I honestly wanted to curse her though Professor. If Hermione wasn't there I might have. I don't want to get into that position again."
"You're going to have to control yourself Mr. Potter. That was always your father's problem and it's always been your problem. I mean no disrespect or contempt when I say that, I'm merely stating the truth. My advice to you is to talk to Ms. Granger about this and get her to help you. I am...available for you...to talk to also, if you want.
"Now you'd best go on before the next class comes in." Harry nodded and headed towards the door. He was surprised at the olive branch Snape had just extended by talking to him and was even more surprised when he had offered to be an ear for him for other times; what the older wizard said next completely floored him though. "And five points to Gryffindor, just because I feel like it." Harry went outside, temporarily shocked out of his anger.
"You'll never guess what just happened Mione. He-wait, where's Ron?"
"He went to talk to Umbridge about what she said to us," Hermione responded with a bored and exasperated sigh. "I thought you run off without thinking sometimes but Ronald is so much worse. You should probably go and try to stop him. He wouldn't listen to me and despite how annoying and stubborn he can be he is one of my best friends and I don't want her to do anything to him. We both know what kind of detention she gives people." Harry nodded again and immediately went off towards the Headmistress' office, Hermione keeping stride with him the entire way. They arrived just in time to see the confrontation start and immediately tried to pull Ron away. Unfortunately he was determined to do this and wouldn't back down.
"You have the nerve to ask the Head Boy and Girl to help you after everything you put them through two years ago, and on something like this no less? If you want to be a dictator and try to make bow to your every whim, you go ahead and try, but don't bring them into this."
"Mr. Weasley I am the Headmistress of Hogwarts. This school will be run as I see fit and I will not have any of you questioning my authority. You'll serve a week's detention with me for your cheek and twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor. Think about that next time you want to try to tell me what to do." She got in closer to him so that only Ron, Harry, and Hermione could hear her. "I'd be more careful about how rebellious I choose to be if I were you. It'll cost you dearly in the end.
"I hate the three of you. I always have. You care nothing for anyone except yourselves. I promise to do everything I can to make your lives miserable. And if I can help certain people accomplish their goals, I won't hesitate to do so."
"If you continue to help those certain people, you'll die before the end of the school year," Ron responded. "That's not a threat either, Professor. That's a simple fact. One way or another, someone will end your life before long." Without waiting for her response, Ron turned around and started towards his next class. Harry and Hermione spared Umbridge a look of contempt before turning and falling into perfect stride with the redhead.
Harry sat in one of the chairs in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place while Hermione sat in her usual spot directly across from him. The two of them had just finished eating and washing the dishes and were going over some things for their classes. Neither of them were really into it though. They had returned from Hogwarts about an hour and a half ago to "help" the Headmistress with a problem. The problem turned out to be a student who had been bullied by a few older Slytherins decided to stand up for themselves and Umbridge didn't like it. She had issued an ultimatum to the two Heads: either they punish the student or she would do it herself. Neither of them wanted to punish and humiliate someone just for defending themselves, but they knew it was better than the alternative. Still, the entire thing left a bitter taste in their mouths.
"We have to do something about this!" Harry suddenly burst out. "She hasn't even been there a month and look what she's already doing! What the fuck is wrong with her, wanting to give someone two weeks of detention and take away fifty points just because the kid stuck up for themselves when no one else would? And it's worse that she brought us into it like that. It's like she's trying to turn everyone against us!"
"She probably is Harry. She told us today that she was going to make our lives miserable. We've both always enjoyed a certain level of popularity, even if we didn't want it. Very few people actually dislike us, the biggest exceptions being the Slytherins, and I'm sure she can't stand that. Fortunately, most people know the truth and they won't be swayed that easily. Hell, it's not difficult to sense the animosity we have with her and it's pretty apparent that we're trying to help everyone else out.
"The fact is, as she pointed out, the vast majority of the other students look up to us. Even most of the Slytherins are at least attempting to be friendly with us. A lot of them don't like Umbridge either. They all know the unique position we're in. As Head Boy and Girl we have certain things that we absolutely have to do, even if we don't like it. Everyone knows that we didn't want to do what we just did to that kid. He didn't deserve it. I know it, you know it, and everyone else knows it. Most importantly, they know that Umbridge knows and that she didn't care. That's what's going to keep people from hating us: they know that we don't want to do most of the stuff she's making us do. The question is, what are we going to do about it?"
"I'm honestly thinking about reforming the DA, not as a mere class this time but as an actual army of rebellion. We're obviously not the only ones who want to get rid of her. Severus and I are actually being brought closer together because of her. The problem is she holds all of the power at Hogwarts, as much as I hate to admit it, so an underground resistance force is really the only way we can fight back against her. Even if we have the entire school, including the teachers, on our side we can't openly confront her and expect something to happen. Even this is risky but I think it may be our best option. It worked once and I have no reason to believe it won't work again."
At Malfoy Manor, Voldemort was stalking towards Ollivander. The wandmaker was laying down on the cold, hard, stony surface of the Malfoy's basement, fearfully waiting for the Dark Lord. He didn't have to be a Seer to know what was coming.
"It's been a while since I've seen you, Mr. Ollivander. I hope that my absence has given you time to think. I want to know more about why my wand and Potter's wand cannot duel each other. I've given you plenty of time to think about it and now I want your answer. If you can't give me one then we'll pick up right where we left off."
"Ron was right today, Mione. He said that Umbridge will die before this is all over. If she continues doing this then it may very well be me who does it. I'm tired of her and her superiority complex. She should be helping us against Voldemort, not trying to turn the school into her personal empire."
"You're right Ollivander. You'll die before all of this is over, IF you don't tell me what I want to know. I grow weary of having to extract information from you. If you were smart, you'd help yourself instead of continuing your feeble attempt to stop my empire."
"I wouldn't have a problem with killing her honestly." Harry looked at Hermione, a dark glare in his eyes. "It still doesn't bother me that I killed that Death Eater on the train. I'll do whatever it takes to save people." Hermione sat there listening to Harry. She was getting wetter and wetter the more she looked at and listened to him. It had been several days since they had had a chance to have sex and she was beyond horny. She knew he was too. Without a second's hesitation, she bound up out of her chair, rushed around the table, and attacked her boyfriend.
"I really don't care if you live or die Ollivander. All that matters to me is finding out why I can't duel Potter with my own wand. I don't care what I have to do to get what I want." Voldemort was staring at the wandmaker with an almost maniacal glint in his eyes. He hadn't visited the older man for several days, too long as far as he was concerned, and he desperately wanted to torture someone. Without warning, he pointed his wand at his victim and started torturing him.
Harry sat Hermione on the edge of the table, their tongues wrestling for dominance. He ripped off her shirt and unhooked her bra as he began kissing her all over her skin, making her moan.
Voldemort brought Ollivander into a standing position. He screamed in pain as Voldemort's spell caused him to feel pain akin to white hot irons all over his body.
In the bedroom, Harry pushed Hermione against the wall and grabbed her ass as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist to encourage him.
Voldemort slammed Ollivander into the wall and lifted him into the air. The wandmaker brought his hands together as he tried to beg for the other man to end his torture.
The Boy-Who-Lived dropped his girlfriend onto the bed and pounced on her, quickly shedding her of the little bit of clothing she had left. His immediately followed, forming a pile in some unknown corner.
The Dark Lord released his spell, sending the best wandmaker in Britain crashing to the floor. He cruelly laughed at the older man's pleas, stripping him of the little bit of dignity he still had.
Hermione's head slammed into the headboard repeatedly as Harry pounded into her. The brunette paid no attention to the pain. She was entirely wrapped up in the pleasure she was feeling and the pleasure she knew Harry was no doubt experiencing.
Ollivander's head hit the wall as Voldemort flung him across the room. His entire body was wracked with pain and he couldn't concentrate on anything else. He was fearful both for his life and at the pleasure that he knew Voldemort was having at his expense.
Harry and Hermione both screamed in ecstasy as Harry emptied himself into her while Hermione was riding one of the most intense climaxes she had ever had. This intense, borderline angry sex had turned out better than either of them had hoped for.
Voldemort screamed in frustration while Ollivander screamed in pain and fear. Ollivander was sure that he was going to either be killed or driven insane by the Dark Lord. Voldemort knew that he couldn't kill the wandmaker yet. The man was much too valuable to meet his demise now. This hadn't turned out nearly as well as he had hoped.
"That was amazing Harry! I got so turned on listening to you. I have to admit that I like your dark side. If I thought we'd be able to last, I'd suggest we always take a few days in between sex. It makes it much more intense and sensual! We've definitely got to do that again though."
"That was...disappointing. I got too carried away with it. I admit that my frustration got to me. I don't much care for your defiance Ollivander. You're either determined to resist me or you really don't know. If I thought I could do it again, I'd wait a few more days before torturing you again and finding out how brave you really are. It is something that I'll have to experiment with more however."
"I don't think anything could've helped me more than that Mione. I think that was the most intense we've ever been and it was absolutely incredible. We'll find some way to do that on a somewhat regular basis. As long as you promise to do that again."
"That-that was the worst experience of my life. I-I really don't-don't know why your wand won't battle Potter's but I-I promise I-I'll find out something about it. Just please don't put me through that kind of torture again!"
"We'll have to see babe. Tomorrow's another day. I think we can make it through much better now after that." The two teens kissed each other one last time before drifting off to sleep.
"I'll hold you to that Ollivander. We'll find out tomorrow how serious you are. Hopefully you'll change your mind after that." Voldemort turned his back on the wandmaker without looking at him and went back up the stairs into the main part of the manor. Ollivander sighed and attempted to go to sleep, trying to come up with some way to back out of his promise and still keep his life.