This is one of my first stories, so any suggestions or constructive criticism is more than welcome! Please enjoy, and let me know what you think! There will be no major character bashing, although some characters will not have as important as they were in cannon. Chapter Two will be up on Friday!

Chapter One: Umbridge Sabotaged

Daphne sat in the green light of the Slytherin common room, tucking a rogue strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she signed her name on the transfiguration essay she had just completed. She was one of the last of her housemates awake, as the rest of them had all turned in early as a result of nearly all social activity being limited by Umbridge's stupid educational decrees. However, Daphne's musings were interrupted as Draco Malfoy and his goons walked into the common room, looking smug as ever.

"Madam Umbridge appointed me as the leader of the inquisitorial squad for a reason you know. She told me that I was doing great service to the school, and that she wishes all purebloods carried themselves as I did. With the Dark Lord back they'll have no choice anyway. I'm going to enjoy picking off those blood traitors, especially that Potter brat. Father says I will lead the Malfoy family to greatness," he dawdled on in his smug sneer, "And it will all start when we get rid of those blood-traitors and mudbloods, I can't wait to see Potter's face when we catch him and his mudblood's meeting."

Crabbe and Goyle were nodding earnestly, and Pansy looked like a pug that was promised a bone. Theodore Nott was agreeing profusely, a glint of excitement shimmering in his normally dark eyes. "How are you going to do that Malfoy?" Nott inquired.

"Well you see, Madam Umbridge knows Potter for the criminal that he is and she has had enough of the filth doing what they want. One of the traitorous Ravenclaws finally blabbed. Tomorrow we're going to blow that place up – wherever it is that they keep disappearing to – and arrest those petty delinquents!"

Unnoticed by the blonde-haired boy and his followers, Daphne had silently picked up her books and made her way up to her dorm. She hated that arrogant ferret and his brat-tirade. Her best friend, Tracy Davis, was a half-blood with a muggleborn mother, who one of the nicest ladies she had ever met. She didn't understand the disdain some purebloods felt against muggleborns. Daphne knew that many of the most powerful pureblood families were afraid of change that the muggleborns might bring to wizarding society, and the political power loss associated with it. But wanting to kill people, just because of whom their parents were? That was just ridiculous.

Daphne herself was a pureblood and the Heiress Presumptive of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass, one of the four Most Ancient and Noble Houses that had significant influence in the politics and economy of Wizarding Britain. Her father had a seat on the Wizengamot, the magical parliament, and was constantly annoyed by some of the extreme pureblood rhetoric spread around, mostly by former Death Eaters. Her family was considered a grey family – neither light nor dark – and her father supported many of the traditions and customs of pureblood life and etiquette. However, he did not believe in upholding traditions simply to do so, and he was by no means a bigot.

Inwardly, Daphne cringed. How could the young Malfoy heir be so utterly stupid? The so-called Dark Lord was a murdering psychopath who would do anything to gain power. He didn't even care for bloodlines as he claimed. During his last reign, he and his Death Eaters had killed so many people – so many lives were lost, and not just muggle, muggleborn, or even half-blood. He killed indiscriminately, not caring about heritage or age. The crazy bastard had tortured toddlers for fun. But that had all ended when he decided to kill yet another toddler, the famous boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. Nobody knew the reason why – but when the self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort fired the killing curse at Harry Potter, it rebounded spectacularly, destroying his body in the process. He was never heard of again since then.

Life was peaceful in magical Britain for the past 15 years as the country picked itself up from the ashes of the past war. Until 8 months ago that is, when they received a rude awakening. On the eve of the final task of the Tri-wizard Tournament, the boy-who-lived was portkeyed out of the school along with his fellow Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory, by an undercover death eater. He had come back not too soon after with Cedric's dead body screaming that Voldemort had returned. The Ministry of Magic, spearheaded by Minister Cornelius Fudge, profusely denied those allegations, starting a press campaign against Dumbledore and Potter, branding them as either delusional or liars.

Daphne however had reason to believe otherwise, and her parents' demands for her and her sister to write every other day interchangeably, using code words meant that there was certainly a cause to worry, unlike what the Minister preached. That three months ago ten Death Eaters, including Bellatrix Lestrange, the Dark Lord's most trusted follower had escaped from Azkaban after 15 years of incarceration certainly did not help in refuting Potter's claims. Most people had difficulty believing what The Daily Prophet and the Ministry said, and Daphne Greengrass was no exception. That the young Malfoy heir kept bragging about the return of the Dark Lord was just the icing on the cake.

Then did that mean that Potter's tale was true? Nobody could deny the pain and shock he clearly was in when he came back with Cedric's body. He looked devastated and in utter distress before he was dragged off by Professor Moody. Potter claimed he never entered himself in the tournament, and while he may be quite exceptional at defense, it was clear to the smarter of the students that he could not have outsmarted Dumbledore. Some theorized that someone entered Potter into the tournament as a way to harm or kill him. None of the students but the Golden Trio knew the truth behind the whole tournament debacle, and what happened the night of the third task.

Regardless, all the signs pointed that Lord Voldemort was indeed back, and more and more people were beginning to believe Potter's story. Daphne also knew from her father what an incompetent coward Fudge was. That meant, however, that Harry Potter, at age 14, somehow managed to survive an encounter with the Dark wizard whom most of Britain was scared to even name. That he lived to come to Hogwarts in the first place though showed that he some how achieved this feat before he could even speak, so why would it not be possible once again?

Whatever happened that night, Daphne decided, Potter was telling the truth. Daphne had many sources of information, which unlike most Slytherins, included acquaintances from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, where it was an open secret that Harry Potter started a defense club to help train fifth years for their OWL tests, as it had became clear Umbridge was going to be of no help.

She remembered her encounter with Susan Bones a week ago. She had entered an unused classroom looking for her cat, when she saw Susan yell "Expecto Patronum!" She was shocked to see her even attempt the charm, but that was until a sparkling blue shield formed around her. Daphne had forgotten everything else and stared in awe. Umbridge would never teach them everything, and while Susan was the niece of Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she would too busy to teach her anything that was time consuming. She was friends with Susan, as she knew her from many of the Ministry events they were forced to attend to due their families. Susan was a smart witch, but there was no way she had learned this on her own.

Once Daphne had gotten over her shock, she asked Susan whether Potter had taught her how to cast a Patronus shield. Susan just gave her a sheepish smile and told her that she couldn't tell her that…but that she did know that Harry could cast a corporeal Patronus since third year, and that it was a stag. Hearing that, Daphne was well and truly stumped. Harry Potter was truly an enigma to her. She had of course, heard all of the rumors surrounding the adventures of the golden trio over the past years, some of them even going as far as claiming they had something to do with Sirius Black's escape. She used to dismiss all the rumors as ridiculous, but now she wondered if there was any truth to them. He was the youngest Hogwarts seeker in over a century, a Parselmouth, he could cast a corporeal Patronus at the age of 13 and won the Tri-Wizard tournament against three champions who were at least three years older than him, while not even wanting to compete in the first place!

Snapping out of her reminiscence, Daphne got back to the situation at hand. Draco clearly thought that he and Umbridge would catch Potter and his group tomorrow. Draco was always bragging to his cronies, but with the inclusion of someone in the group leaking information, it was likely this time he wasn't bluffing. That meant there was probably a meeting tomorrow. A smirk came across her face as she imagined Umbridge and Draco fuming, having failed to catch Potter once again. Plus, if they caught Potter, Susan would probably be caught too, and Umbitch could expel her. While they weren't really close, Daphne didn't have many friends, and wouldn't want to see Susan expelled. So, Daphne decided that the next day she'd ask for a moment of Potter's time and tell him what she heard. Then she'd make sure she would be able to see dear Draco's face when he came into the common room that night.

-OOO-

"Daphne, why are you smirking? What're you up to again?"

Tracy, her best friend was sitting on her bed in their dorm, looking questioningly at Daphne. Her predatory smile could only mean one thing; someone was going to have a bad day tomorrow.

Daphne's smirk only grew larger. "I found a way to stick it to Draco and Umbridge."

Tracey groaned, "I hate those two as much as you do, but do you have to always get yourself caught up in these schemes?"

"I'm not a Slytherin for nothing Tracey."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it, the Slytherin Ice Queen, discreetly destroying all her enemies. So, what're you going to do to the little ferret this time?" Tracey attempted to hide her excitement further, but was failing miserably. She always enjoyed observing Daphne as she took down those who annoyed or dared to wrong her. That this usually meant Draco or his gang only made Tracey happier. Tracey was a half-blood, and that meant Draco treated her as if she was beneath him. Many of her housemates also followed Draco's lead, which although she had learnt to deal with it, still affected her at times.

"Well I overheard him bragging to Theodore and Pansy. Apparently Umbridge and Draco are going to catch Potter for all his oh-so-criminal activities tomorrow, and someone in their defense group told them where the meeting was going to be held." Tracey, as Daphne's best friend, of course knew everything about the other houses that she did, so was also aware of the existence of the Defense Association.

"So…you're going to warn Potter about this?" Tracey half inquired, half stated.

"Yes, I will. I just hope he isn't as dumb as most other Gryffindors and doesn't think all Slytherins are dark wizards," Daphne said with a sigh accompanied with an eye roll. She couldn't put a finger on it, but the animosity most Gryffindors showed her only because they saw that her tie was green had come to irritate her. Of course, she'd never admit that in public though.

Tracey looked thoughtful for a second, then answered, "He may be a Gryffindor, but Potter doesn't look that stupid to me. If he refuses to listen you could always tell Granger, or even Susan, you said you think she's in this thing too right?"

"Yeah…in fact, I forgot to tell you Trace, last week I walked into an unused classroom to look for Moonshine, and Susan was there. Trace, she cast a Patronus shield," She said, while pausing a second to let it sink in. "I asked her if Potter taught her that, and she said she couldn't tell me that," which any true Slytherin could decipher to mean the previous statement was correct, "but she did tell me that Potter could cast a fully corporeal Patronus, and that it was a stag."

After a moment, Tracey exclaimed "WHAT!" looking utterly gobsmacked. Daphne started laughing at Tracey's reaction, but she was too shocked to really care. "Daph, my father is an Auror, and he can't cast a corporeal Patronus."

"Really? I knew that many adults couldn't cast the charm, but I'd assume if you were an auror…" She let the statement drag out while thinking to herself. That Potter could cast the charm, in third year nonetheless, and then can teach how to cast it to others before even completing his OWLs was pretty impressive. She decided to have some more fun, so said, "Oh, and Trace, Susan told me he could cast the Patronus since third year."

Daphne once more laughed at Tracey's expression before retiring for the day.

-OOO-

The next morning, Daphne woke early and headed down into the great hall for breakfast. She wanted to catch Potter early if he was an early riser. If not, she decided, she would just have to wait until he left the great hall with his friends, and hope it was Granger with him rather than Weasley. He was known for hating Slytherins nearly as much as Malfoy hated Gryffindors.

As Daphne entered the great hall, she saw that Potter and Granger were discussing something with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott and Weasley twins, but the youngest Weasley boy seemed to absent. Looking around the hall, the Hufflepuff table was nearly empty, except for some older sixth and seventh years; the Ravenclaw table was about half-full, as members of the studious house no doubt wanted to get an early start on studying. That the Slytherin table was nearly empty was very welcome. Deciding that approaching Susan, a fellow pureblood on the terms of House matters wouldn't incite a reaction from the Slytherins or Umbridge, she made her way over to the Gryffindor table. As Susan's Aunt was the director of the DMLE and thus had a seat on the Wizengamot, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Daphne as a pureblood heiress to approach Susan to talk about politics between the two of their Houses. That she was the Heiress of a fellow Most Ancient and Noble House meant nobody would question it.

Once reaching the table, she said in a formal voice, "Excuse me Heiress Bones, may I borrow a moment of your time to discuss House matters?"

Susan arched an eyebrow; Daphne had never approached Susan formally for years now, but responded in the expected manner. "Of course, Heiress Greengrass."

Daphne led Susan into the entrance hall and gave her a note just in case Umbridge had some spy's lurking around.

I've got information Potter needs to know, it won't take long but it is urgent. Tell him to meet me in Classroom 4-E in 10 minutes. He can bring you and/or Granger if he wishes.

Susan read the note, nodded and burned it with a quick low-powered Incendio, as was usually done so nobody could read private house matters. Susan said a formal goodbye before heading back into the great hall, and Daphne made her way to the said classroom.

-OOO-

When she went back in the Great Hall, Susan was met with curious stares from Harry, Hermione and Hannah. Lowering her voice so it was only audible to those three, Susan gave a partial explanation, "Harry, that was Daphne Greengrass, I know her from Ministry balls, and I don't think she would try anything. She gave me a note saying that she has information for you that you needed to know, and that it is urgent. She said we should meet her in an unused classroom, 4-E, in 10 minutes."

Harry and Hermione shared a look, before Harry reluctantly said, "Isn't she a Slytherin, how do we know this isn't a trap?"

Susan replied, "We don't know for sure, Harry. But she did say you could bring Hermione and I with you if you'd like, why would she encourage you to bring us too if it were a trap? Even so, Daphne's parents are far from Death Eaters. Lord Greengrass is the most influential of the neutral faction in the Wizengamot; and Daphne's best friend is Tracey Davis; a half-blood. I really don't think she buys into the pureblood supremacy crap."

"She has never caused us trouble, and certainly doesn't hang out with Draco," reasoned Hermione.

Harry looked across to the Slytherin table to see that Draco, Pansy and the rest of his cronies were all there. That gave him little comfort though, as they could just be waiting for them to leave. He didn't like it, but somehow this seemed important. Susan seemed to also think so. "Right," Harry decided, "If you say so Susan we'll go. But Hannah, you come too, and we'll ask the twins to come too. Hannah you and the twins can then stand guard if that's fine with you, in case this is indeed a trap?"

"Harry I honestly think you're overreacting…" Hermione started, but seeing the look in Harry's eyes, she decided it would be pointless to argue. "But if you think it's necessary…"

"No problem Harry, you want me to let the twins know?" Hannah asked.

"Thanks Hannah, that'd be great."

Soon, the six of them left the hall heading to the fourth floor.

"So little Harrykinns needs us to be his bodyguards Fred, eh?"

"Who would've thought, the slayer of Basilisks and Dragons can't hold his own against an ickle Slytherin girl?"

Harry just rolled his eyes, "Guys could you please not mention this to anyone else, I get the feeling this meeting is supposed to be secret, and she is a Slytherin, if she's really going to give information to the Gryffindor Golden boy, it really wouldn't be good for her if it came out."

That statement was met with five serious nods, and a thoughtful Susan. "Daphne certainly knows how to do defend herself, but I would appreciate that too. She is my friend, and it must be something important if she risked this meeting."

As they approached the room, the twins nodded to the door, "We'll be out here with Hannah, Harry."

"Thanks," Harry said, "But I want to check something before we go in."

Pulling out the Marauder's map, he said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The twins shot him knowing looks as the ink parchment sprung to life. As he looked at the Great Hall, he was satisfied to see that the other Slytherins were still there and a glace at the floor they were on showed that it was only Daphne in the room. "Mischief managed."

Satisfied there was no trap, Harry pushed the door to the classroom open, followed by Hermione and Susan.

-OOO-

"Where is Daphne? I thought she left after talking to you?" Harry asked Susan, not wanting to give away he already knew she had to be somewhere in the room.

"Yeah she did…" Susan replied, just as they heard a finite at the other end of the room. Daphne appeared seemingly out of nowhere, cancelling the disillusionment charm.

"Hello, Susan," Daphne said, before turning to Harry and Hermione, and greeting them more formally, "Potter, Granger."

"Hey Daphne, you said you had information to give?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it's about Draco and Umbridge. I don't know what exactly you're doing, but I know you run some sort of defense club, and Umbridge and her little minions in the Inquisitorial Squad are trying to catch you, am I correct with my assumptions thus far?"

After stealing a look at Hermione who slowly nodded, hesitantly Harry nodded.

"Good. Well, Draco was, as usual, bragging in the common room yesterday. But yesterday was also different, he was confident he and Umbridge would catch you guys today and claimed he had an informant from your club that knew about your location."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Harry had gone slightly pale. "Hermione…you never told me what exactly that curse on the parchment would do to a person who broke the agreement?"

"What curse…" stammered Susan.

"Well, when we all signed the parchment, I told you guys it was an agreement not to tell Umbridge, or go advertising the DA to anyone else. Well, we had to have a way of knowing if the agreement was broken, and who broke it, so we could do damage control and rearrange our meetings. I also hoped that when the curse activated, the person who activated it would not want to divulge more information to not risk getting cursed again," Hermione explained.

"Wow Granger, I've heard people calling you the brightest witch of our generation, but that was a pretty Slytherin move," Daphne said, with a hint of smile on her cheeks.

"Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment."

Harry was still puzzled about something though, "Thanks for the information, Daphne, I don't think it'd go down well for us if Umbridge caught us, but why'd you tell us?"

"Well that's simple, I'd do a lot more than that to see Draco's face when he enters the common room tonight after his failed little Harry hunt," at this Harry stiffened, and Hermione put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Daphne made a mental to herself to look into that later. "And annoying Umbridge is just an extra bonus, our entire family hates her. Also, I consider Susan here a friend; I wouldn't want to risk her getting in serious trouble. If you three and anyone else who knows of this meeting don't tell others I gave you this information, then I get all of that without a cost. How could I decline such an opportunity?"

This had all three DA members smiling, and Susan said, "Thanks Daphne, it's been far too long."

"You're right Susan, but you know how my house is," She paused a little at that before continuing, "Mind you, Potter and Granger, they're not all like Draco at all. There are those who follow him, because of his wealth and his father's influence, but not all of us like to put up with his crap. In fact my best friend is a half-blood, and there are quite a couple in Slytherin. I know you're friends with Weasley who would have you believe we're all next generation dark lords, but that's just ridiculous. Why would Dumbledore or the Ministry for that matter allow a house full of only dark wizards to exist?"

Hermione looked surprised, probably at the aspect of there being half-blood Slytherins, but was nodding. Harry seemed contemplative, though he conceded the point, "I guess you're right. I mean they can't all be like Draco. Merlin, if they were all like him, I'd have probably lost my mind till now. And it really has only been that group of five or at most six Slytherins who ever messed with us…except for when it comes to Quidditch."

"And," Hermione added, "Daphne just gave us information that may've saved the DA a lot of trouble."

"Hermione," Susan said, "You should probably cancel the meeting as soon as possible through the Galleons, I'll spread the word through Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, you and Harry can make sure the Gryffindors know."

"Right," Hermione took out her charmed Galleon, and held her wand to it, while Harry and Susan's pockets grew hot. Looking at the coins, the rim read, "Meeting today cancelled. Wait for more news."

Daphne was staring at the three, looking confused. "Daphne, Hermione charmed some Galleons, and she, Harry or Ron can send messages through the Galleons to the rest of the DA members with the time of the next meeting. If a DA member is in trouble, they can tap their wand to the coin, and it will heat up for the rest of us with the persons name on it, and we'll know they need help."

Daphne was beginning to really appreciate the effort that they had put into this organization. "That is ingenious, you must've used the protean charm then? Isn't that seventh year material though?"

"Yes," Hermione said sheepishly, "well it wasn't that difficult to learn."

For all Draco's complaining about Granger being a know it all, but not actually being able to do anything right, it seemed there was definitely merit to the "smartest witch of her generation" title.

But a problem came to Daphne's head, "But how would you know where the DA members are when they need help?"

Hermione and Susan both looked at Harry, who answered, "I have a…way of knowing where everyone is in Hogwarts at all times, then I can send a message through the Galleons with the name of the person and where they are. Hermione and Ron also have access to that…method if I'm not available."

Daphne gave Harry a calculating look. Seems like the Gryffindor golden boy had much more under his sleeve than she had thought.

Harry looked at Hermione questioningly, who nodded back. Damn, Daphne thought, these two seem to be able to read each other's minds! But there's no way a muggleborn and muggle-raised could use legilimency at that proficiency, they probably don't even know what it is…

She was snapped out of her musing as Harry asked, "Daphne how would you like to join Dumbledore's Army?"

"Dumbledore's Army?" she asked.

"Well DA for short, Defense Association is what we actually call it, but since Fudge and Umbridge are scared Dumbledore is making an army out of his students, we called it just that. I don't even know if Dumbledore is aware of what we're doing," Harry concluded.

Daphne thought for a second, if it was ever found out in the Slytherin common room that she joined an organization led by Potter…well she wouldn't want to think of that right now. All of the members had signed an agreement saying not to talk about it to anyone else, so there wouldn't be a problem there. Of course Potter and Granger had the ability to tell others, but they would know the risks on her part, and what would they gain from doing that? She would've to tell Tracey though. Her father was already teaching her over the breaks, but if they were teaching advanced defense such as the Patronus charm…it might be worth it. Maybe she could make some friends too. Potter and Granger seemed nice, and Potter wasn't drooling over her like most boys in Slytherin, so that was a plus.

"You might be a little behind, since Umbridge won't teach anything, but between Harry, Susan and I, we could definitely catch you up," Hermione suggested.

"I think I'd like to join, but you won't have to worry about that too much, my father already teaches me defense over the breaks. Though if you're teaching the Patronus charm…" she paused a second to look at the amusing looks of shock Harry and Hermione shared before answering their unspoken questions, "I walked in on Susan practicing it in an unused classroom, she wouldn't tell me if you taught her, but I was pretty sure." After a short pause, she asked, "Potter can you really cast a corporeal Patronus?"

Harry seemed to smile a little at that, "Yes, I can."

"Since third year?" Daphne asked incredulously. Harry nodded.

"Could you show me?"

He seemed hesitant, but then his eyes closed for a second. When his eyes opened again, Daphne was taken aback by the sheer determination manifesting in his green orbs as he drew breath and yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A solid silver stag burst out of his wand, galloping through the room and around its three occupants. As it did so, Daphne's insides melted as ease and comfort spread through her body. The whole room seemed to fill up with happiness and comforting emotions, some of which she couldn't put a name to. The stag stopped in front of Harry, and after seeing there was no danger, bowed to him before vanishing into thin air.

"Wow…" breathed Daphne. The room fell silent for a while, as Harry looked a little embarrassed. "That was amazing. I definitely want to learn that, where do I have to sign?"

Hermione smiled and handed her a parchment with 28 names on it. She signed it, and then asked, "Will the others accept me? There are a lot of Gryffindors here, a lot of them think like your friend Weasley."

"Leave them to me," Harry said, "If it's okay with you, I'll tell them what you warned us of, and most of them will come around, so will Ron. The more stubborn ones might need some time, but they'll accept you eventually."

"Okay, but where do you guys even meet? Come to think of it, how did you guys not get caught by now?"

"Well, since you've signed the agreement…" Harry mused, "There's a room on the disused seventh floor corridor called the room of requirement. It appears to be just an empty wall, but Hermione, Ron and I know how to open it, which leads into whatever it is that you had required the room to become in your mind. I configure it into a training room, and it provides us with a large space, fit with mats, training dummies, dueling areas and a small library area with books on defense just in case we need it."

"Wow this just keeps getting better and better. I'll disillusion myself every time I come to the meetings, just incase there are any Inquisitorial Squad members lurking around. But I'll need to tell my best friend, Tracey, if she doesn't know where I am and starts asking around my house, people would get suspicious."

"Hmm…" Hermione started thinking, "The secrecy agreement is in essence a little like the Fidelius charm in that Harry and I are allowed to give it away but nobody else can do so without violating the contract. But if Harry or I already have informed the person, then you would be able to talk about it with him/her. How about I write a note to Tracey informing of the DA, and you can give it to her, burn it, and then you'd be free to disclose anything to her about the DA that you like. But we're gambling on her trust, are you sure you can trust her to stay silent?"

"Yes, that won't be a problem," Daphne stated confidently.

"Okay, then it's settled. Here's one of the charmed Galleons," Hermione said, reaching into her bag, "I had made quite a few extra in case the need for them arises. Keep it with you at all times, and it will heat up if a message is received."

"Thanks Granger, I'd better go now before I'm missed," Daphne spoke as she put the Galleon into her pocket and took the note Hermione had just written for Tracey.

"You're welcome, though my friends call me Hermione," Hermione said, extending a hand.

Daphne shook it and smiled, "Thanks, Hermione."

Following Hermione's example Harry suggested, "Call me Harry, and I'd never thought I'd be thanking a Slytherin, but really thank you for giving us a heads up, I don't even want to think about Umbridge catching us like that, especially if she found the list that's titled Dumbledore's Army."

"You're welcome Harry," Daphne said with a smile, "Now I'd better get going, see you guys at the next meeting, bye Susan!"

-OOO-

The Twins and Hannah waiting anxiously as Daphne left the room, nodded at them, and disillusioned herself before leaving towards the great hall. Harry, Hermione and Susan followed a few seconds after her, all with smiles on their faces.

"Well?" asked Hannah.

"It looks like we got a new DA member," Harry proclaimed amid the shocked stares of the three who weren't in the room. Before anyone could object, Hermione put one hand up. "When she said she had urgent information, she wasn't lying. She heard Draco bragging about how he and Umbridge were going to catch us, and how one of our members had betrayed us and became an informant to Umbridge." This led to indignant cries from Fred and George. "Anyway, she came here to warn us, and I don't want to think about what Draco and his groupies would do if they found out what she did. Apparently some Slytherins hate the albino ferret just as much as we do. I'm glad she did though, because us getting caught by Umbridge would not end well."

This was met with solemn nods from all who were present. "Well…what are we going to do about the traitor?" Hannah inquired.

"Surely you saw on your Galleons that tonight's meeting was postponed? Well, first we need to find out who that traitor is. It won't be difficult though, Hermione here really is the brightest witch of her generation and messing with an agreement she drafted isn't advisable. The traitor will have learned this first hand, and whatever information she divulged, she won't be able to give anymore," Harry explained.

Fred and George had huge grins on their faces and were congratulating Hermione on a job well done, while Hannah looked conflicted. Seeing this, Harry added, "Don't worry Hannah, it's nothing too severe, though not exactly pleasant either."

That seemed to alleviate Hannah's concerns as Hermione continued where Harry left off, "The traitor will be in the hospital wing for sure by now, and to recognize them you'll just have to look for where the word sneak is written," she said with a smirk, "in fact I think we should pay them a visit now to see who did this. After that, Harry and I will go to the room and try attempt to devise a way Umbridge cannot find us."

This was met with agreement all around as they made their way to the hospital wing to identify the traitor.