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"Sorry we're late!" Eddie Carmichael apologized when he entered the unused classroom they had decided to used as meeting place with Marcus Belby and Laura White. "Professor Sprout had to postpone our monthly house meeting a few hours, as roughly a quarter of the first years from several houses had questions in Herbology she had to answer."

"You have monthly house meetings?" Kenneth Towler questioned. "Why don't we have any of these? I remember several instances when something like that would have been very useful."

"Most likely because McGonagall has other things to do," Katie Bell theorized. "I mean she is the deputy headmistress and the transfiguration teacher too. I bet her timetable must be very full."

"That must be it," Lee Jordan agreed. "I wonder why she has all these positions…"

"Now that everyone is here-"

"What do you think about-"

"You know-"

"Actually looking for the horcrux?" George and Fred proposed.

"Sounds like a good idea." Angelina Johnson nodded and stood up. "We've waited long enough."

The group stood up and, slowly but surely, careful not to be noticed, made their way to the Room of Requirement.

It took a while, hiding such a large group was very difficult after all. Eventually they split up in three smaller groups that all took different ways to get to their destination.

When they arrived there, Roger Davis, seventh year Ravenclaw (and Quidditch Captain) questioned, "Everyone ready?"

Laura White, Hufflepuff sixth year, sighed. "For the fourth time, yes Davis. We were ready five minutes ago."

"It doesn't hurt to triple check. Or at the very least not in our case," her Ravenclaw yearmate Julia Gardner replied. "Also there is no need to be rude to Roger."

George and Fred smiled and put their hands above their hearts.

"Look at you two-"

"Ignoring stereotypes-"

"We're so proud!"

They split into groups of three (or four in one case) to increase both their speed and their agility, just like they had done earlier. Although in different groups for other reasons.

Katie, Angelina, and Alicia started to look at the left side of the room and work themselves to the middle; Kenneth, Julia, and Roger would do the same from the right; Laura, Marcus, Eddie, and Cho would start from the front of the room and Fred, George, and Lee would head over to the other side of the room and work their way back towards the entrance.

They all had gotten some bags from Bill to put the dangerous, interesting and/or potentially helpful things they would doubtlessly find into. These bags were heavily warded and enchanted (including but not limited to feather-light and an undetectable extension charm) and everyone got the instructions to summon the things instead of touching them.

After all, no one knew who had hid what in the room.

Three hours later, the four groups met in the middle of the room, their bags filled with lots and lots of items they had discovered. Of course no one would be able to see that from the bag alone.

"So nobody found it?" Julia questioned.

George cleared his throat. "Actually we think-"

"That we may have found it," Fred finished.

Lee nodded in agreement.

"And why exactly didn't you call us?" Laura questioned, one eyebrow raised.

"We did!" Lee defended their group. "You just didn't hear us. We checked and there is some sort of silencing ward on that corridor and that corridor only. So we marked it with a big yellow smiley and headed over here. It was only about one or two, maybe three minutes ago," he explained.

"Why a smiley?" Eddie inquired.

George and Fred grinned. "Because we could," the twins answered in perfect unison.

Some of the group shook their heads while others laughed, but they all moved towards the corridor.

Once they arrived there, Cho asked whether or not the twins and Lee had tried to move the diadem.

George shook his head. "We didn't."

"After we found out about the silencing wards we decided it wasn't worth trying. After all now we're all here and should something go wrong…" Fred trailed off.

"Huh. I would have thought you would have tried for sure," Kenneth remarked.

"Normally we would have," Lee agreed. "The thing is, we know this was hidden here by You-Know-Who. And Bill warned us at least thirty-five times not to touch anything. We're not suicidal."

George and Fred nodded along with him. Bill knew what he was doing, so if he warned them about something more than four times they immediately dismissed the idea. Same for Charlie if they were talking about animals.

Their brothers, however, did not know that.

"You do have a point. What are we going to do now? Try to summon it?" Marcus questioned.

"Sounds worth a try." Laura stepped to the front of their group and raised her hands, one holding a wand, the other in a glove to avoid touching skin contact with potentially dangerous things. "Accio!"

Amazingly, the diadem moved towards Laura's hand. The girl caught it with practiced ease.

"What? No anti-summoning charm?" Eddie wondered.

"From what Logan told us, You-Know-Who thought he was the only one who ever found this room, which is incredibly weird considering the fact that it's stuffed to the ceiling. Perhaps he thought the room itself was enough protection."

A few more days of planning and Fay Dunbar, Kimberly Green and the Way sisters, Alice and Lynn were ready to present their idea to Professor Charity Burbage,the muggle studies teacher, who was sitting in her office, grading essays (or so the girls suspected) when the four girls knocked on her door.

"Come in!"

The door opened and the four of them entered the room.

"Good Afternoon, girls." The students returned her greetings. "What brings you to my office?"

Lynn stepped forward. "We want to start a club. Sort of like Dumbledore's Army, but different in the aspect that instead of teaching defense, we want to teach about both muggle and wizard culture."

"That is certainly an interesting idea," Professor Burbage admitted. "But many have tried and failed to achieve just that."
"Yes," Fay agreed. "But we plan to do things differently. It needs to be done because most members of the Wizarding World have little to no accurate knowledge of the Mundane one and, no offense, but Muggle studies is horribly outdated!

"Is that so?" Professor Burbage asked in perplexed surprise.

"Yes, Professor. I asked a seventh year for their books and they stop during the Industrial Revolution! Which is insane! My brother is studying history at Oxford, so I can tell you for fact that a lot happened since then. Two World Wars, the Great Depression, the Cold War, not to mention all the new discoveries and inventions!"

"And that's just a basic summary of a basic summary," Alice stated flatly. "If the Mundanes - sorry, but once I thought about it, Muggle really sounds like a slur - if they continue to work and understand the world like they did then it'll take them twenty, thirty, maybe forty years until they discover our existence. Since I think we'd all like to avoid a second coming of the Witch Hunts, we have to do something. All previous attempts we could find focused heavily on theory."

"Which is not a smart idea," Kimberly interrupted.

"We however, plan on doing things slightly differently. Namely, through pop culture. TV shows, books, movies basically. We think that we might be able to get a TV running in the Room of Requirement. From there we could show some of these to those who would join our club," Alice explained.

"And we also plan on introducing novels from the wizarding world," Fay added.

It did not take long until Professor Burbage was convinced.

The very second they were outside the hearing range of the Professor, the girls cheered loudly and enthusiastically.

Meanwhile Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were sorting through the dozens of letters caused by the advertisement in the Prophet with the help of Professors Lupin and McGonagall.

This desperately needed to be done, as, while there were many of professional offers, there were also a lot that clearly were a joke.

Additionally, to spare themselves of the pain of sorting everything twice, they were dividing the remaining letters in several piles, according to the job the writer had.

Originally they had only planned to recruit Remus (well the very first idea was Cho), but Professor McGonagall had been in the room when they went to ask and no one had been against it when she had volunteered to help.

"Oh, look here, a Healer!" Hermione exclaimed. "His name is Joseph Ackerly and he works in the Bugs and Diseases section." She moved the letter to the pile of those Healers they would consider (it was either that or an outright no at this point).

"Isn't there an Ackerly in Ravenclaw?" Harry questioned while skimming another letter.

"Yeah, a second year. I think his name is Stewart," Remus replied.

"I've got a magizoologist here, but I think this one is a joke. Or is there actually someone named Jonathan John Johnson?" Ron asked, turning to Professor McGonagall.

The Deputy Headmistress considered it for a few moments before she recalled the student in question. "Yes, I remember him. He was a Hufflepuff and a few years after you, Remus. His transfiguration work was passable, but Professor Kettleburn was extremely excited about his knowledge about magical creatures. Gossiped about him constantly," she said, a fond smile on her face.

"Poor guy. His parents can't have been very imaginative," Ginny commented.

"Craven Scamander?" Harry wondered. "Is he the descendant of the guy who wrote Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them?"

Remus shrugged. "I guess so. Scamander isn't exactly the most common name."

"He is, Harry," Hermione answered. "He is Newt Scamander's son in fact. And he has a son roughly our age too."

"How does she know this?" Ron wondered.

"I read," Hermione countered dryly. "You should try it too."

Ginny laughed loudly. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw McGonagall giving a slight nod in agreement. It was not very noticeable though, so he might have imagined it.

"But it's so boring!"

"Actually, no it's not," Harry disagreed. "Or at least works of fiction aren't - in my experience. My personal favorite is Lord of the Rings."

"Mine is Pride and Prejudice," Ginny inserted. "Thank you for the recommendation, Hermione."

"You read?", Ron asked incredulously.

"I don't like that tone of surprise, Hermione. I do read, but I only do it when I'm alone."

"Why?" Remus asked, his head slightly angled.

Harry stiffed. "Let's not talk about that, okay?"

"Alright," Remus agreed, before going back to sorting through the piles.

It took around three hours, but eventually they managed to divide the mail into different piles and burn the joke ones.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was running late. That itself was far from pleasant, but this time it was worse than usual.

He would be late for the first (and quite possibly last) Wizengamot meeting he had ever been invited to. Kingsley still wasn't quite sure why he was invited - he wasn't the head of anything, be it family or department - but it wouldn't have been a good idea to question or ignore it.

Which was the reason that he was currently running through the atrium. He would have been fine had he not run into Xenophilius Lovegood.

He liked the man, but somehow the man always seemed to turn up when Kingsley didn't have the time to speak to him.

Lovegood usually accepted this request to talk later, but for some reason he wouldn't today.

It was a close call, but Kingsley arrived in time.

He scanned the room, quickly located his chair and sat down, trying his very best to stay awake. Yesterday's paperwork has taken a lot longer than expected, thus he had not been able to take a nap before the Order meeting, which too took longer. He had only gotten two hours of sleep at most and was now feeling the results.

Madam Bones called for silence. Once the room and it occupants had quieted down, she started her her announcements.

"I am convinced that you are all informed about the fact that, contrary to the Minister's insistence, the man most commonly known as Lord Voldemort has regained a physical body and has reassembled the Inner Circle of his forces," Amelia stated, completely ignoring the shudder that went through the rows at her words. "We have received evidence from several reliable sources—both Harry 'Logan' Potter and his current version, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall and several others handed in pensieve memories and they all prove the very same thing: Minister Fudge knew about that particular fact months ago, just minutes after it happened. And what did he do?" Madam Bones looked around the room. "Did he increase the funds for aurors and healers? Did he make sure that the general public knew at least some form of defense? Did he make any plans on how to stop Lord Voldemort? Did he reach out to the various societies of non-human creatures and beings in an attempt to make them pick our side and not Lord Voldemort?"

Kingsley decided to watch Fudge, and boy, was that fun. With every question Amelia asked, the pink hue in their faces got darker and darker. He was really impressed how many shades of read the Minister and those selected few supporting him were able to reach.

"No he did not," Amelia continued. "He did not do anything of that sort. Instead he choose to stick his head in the sand and pretend everything was fine. The Minister did not even investigate whether or not there was any truth to Mr. Potter's and Professor Dumbledore's statement before dismissing it. Despite the fact that he had no evidence for his position and tried to quieten those who disagreed with him through constant humiliation and punishments part of which were, in fact, illegal, such as the Blood Quills used on the students of Hogwarts."

There were a few shouts of protest, but Madam Bones simply held up her hand to quieten them. Amazingly enough, it worked. Kingsley's respect for the woman grew a little, as it was not very easy to quieten down Fudge's most adamant supporters. Going by his own previous experience at least.

"I am aware that it was Madam Umbridge who used them. This is why she will be attending her trail tomorrow, not him. He have, however, found several pieces of evidence that suggest that she was acting with Minister fudge's full knowledge and permission. Should that turn out to be wrong, I will offer my honest apologies, but for now this is the assumption of the DMLE.

As I was saying, Minister Fudge did nothing to either find out the truth on whether or not Voldemort had regained a body, nor did he take any steps to prepare the public and the Ministry. He did, however, actively prevent anyone from doing these things and took steps in the opposite direction. Thus I, as well as several other members of the DMLE, conclude that Minister Fudge is no longer fit to lead the witches and wizards of Wizarding Britain and propose a vote of no confidence. Should that motion pass, we will hold elections for the general magical public, not just the Wizengamot."

That came as a shock to the room. To Kingsley's knowledge, votes for the general public had never even been proposed before, yet Madam Bones found the confidence to do this. Kingsley really admired the woman.

A great many of the room—less than half to Kingsley's delight—protested her suggestion (was it really one?).

To his surprise, one to them, probably the most adamant one at that, was no other than Albus Dumbledore.

He wasn't really sure what he thought of that.

At the very same time, Voldemort too held a meeting, to inform the Death Eaters of his changes of strategy.

The Dark Lord hadn't been pleased by the news of the apparent time travelers. Now that the public knew of his return (and actually believed him), he needed to rethink his strategy.

Simply focusing on the propercy, to discover the power that Potter apparently possessed - so far the boy hadn't shown any signs of any unknown power whatsoever - would not do anymore.

If his plan of preparing in the shadows wouldn't work, then he would do the opposite. Attack. He would simply overwhelm them through the use of blunt force.

Just like in old times and it had worked well than.

Only this time, they would have more experience and knew how to handle things better.

Once he heard what the members of the Wizengamot described, the Dark Lord was completely convinced that this was what they had to do.

Some of his Death Eaters, however, dared to disagree.

Crabbe Senior took a tentative step forward. A few other, more loyal, Death Eaters tried to hold him back, but the fool still protested. "With all due respect milord, most of us have actual jobs and lives now. We can't just attack out in the open! There's no way we can get away with the Imperius excuse a second time."

Lord Voldemort slowly raised his wand, pointed it at Crabbe who had realized his mistake (thus he was paler than usual) and clearly pronounced one word in an emotionless tone. "Crucio!"

Crabbe quickly collapsed to the ground, yelling in pain.

"Are you a foolish Gryffindor, Crabbe? I am not at all pleased with you. As your Lord, I should be your highest priority. Not your work, not your family, but me and our noble cause. You should be prepared to sacrifice everything without a second thought, not deny to have followed me. You should proudly proclaim it for the whole world to hear! Do you understand?" The Dark Lord directed the last part to all of his followers, not just Crabbe.

"Yes, my…. Lord. I'm... sorry, my…. Lord," Crabbe groaned while the others nodded.

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