(Song: Simple Plan- Crazy)

"That-That was brilliant!" Harry gasped, clutching his side.

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look, I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
They won't stop till they've reached their dreams

Hermione rolled her eyes, though she was smiling, "Is food all you think about?"

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshopped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me

"Well, a wolf's gotta hunt, right?" Ron joked.

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Hermione had stopped, "Well... maybe we'll be able to capture Pettigew."

I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War III

-a red and gold badge with the Gryffindor lion, along with a P.

No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
And money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me

Harry quickly opened his own parcel, and out flopped a red coat-of-arms badge.

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Harry, Ron and Hermione held up their new badges, which glinted in the light.

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

Harry dug into his pocket and got a packet of cigarette's and a lighter.

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUVs
While kids are starving in the streets

"I don't think so. Dumbledore's not superhuman, but he is intellegent, though quite oblivious." Hermione said.

No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

Sirius put his front paws on Harry's shoulder, before giving him a slobbery lick right across the face, covering his glasses in saliva.

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something, something is wrong

"Hello, Luna." Ginny said, "Mind if we sit here?"

Is everybody going crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Luna turned her eyes onto Ginny, and just stared at her for what seemed ages, but was really only a few moments. And then she said, "Alright."

Book One:

Rise of the Rebellion

Chapter Eight:

Headquarters

Harry looked around.

Umbride was still going on with her well-practised speech, while only less than a quarter of the student body were listening.

Ron had his head in his palm, his eyes glazed, drooling over his hand. Ginny was trying to see how long she could keep her fork standing on it's tip. Fred and George were whispering to each other. Luna was looking dreamily at the enchanted ciealing. Cho was giggling with her friends, glancing at Umbridge every now and then. Dean and Seamus were in a mock sword fight with their knife's. Balise Zabbini, Daphne Greengrass and Astoria Greengrass were talking to each other, not bothering to keep their voice's down. The only one who seemed to be paying attention to the toad-like women was Hermoine and she didn't really seem to be enjoying it.

After Umbridge had finally sat down, Dumbledore sent them to bed.

Half an hour later, even though they were rather tired and full from the Feast, the trio sneaked out of Gryffindor Tower under the Invisibility Cloack and to the third floor.

They passed through the dark corridor, the moon beaming brightly through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor and up the walls. The portraits snoozed on, unaware of the three invisible students that paced, back and forth, back and forth, all down the corridor, all thinking the same thing, over and over again.

I need a place to form an army. I need a place to form an army. I need a place to form an army.

And, as they turned for the third time, a door appeared out of nothing before them, on what was once a blank wall.

Their hearts racing with excitment, Harry, Hermione and Ron speed-walked (which was rather difficult under the cloack) to the door and shouldered it open.

The room was large, a little bigger than the Great Hall. One corner was a full out library, the two walls filled with all kinds of books, from the bottom of the floor to the very top of the cieling. A long, wooden ladder was at the end for getting the one's that couldn't reached from the ground. Three large, red, comfy armchairs, a rug and a table stood for comfort. In another corner were white hospital beds, cabnite's filled with healing potions, bandages, etc. In another corner was a Potions Lab, gleaming cauldrons without a single stain, shelves lined with potion ingrediants, from plain to almost non existant rare. In the last corner was a bunch of chairs and tables. These corners were each as big as the Gryffindor Common Room. But the very middle was a vast training ground. Dummy's were set up against the far wall, targets on their heads, stomach's and arms. A door, it's oak wood highly polished, stood at the very end of the hall, words ingraved in a golden plate at the top, Meeting Room. Another door by the chairs and tables, just as highly polished as the other door, said Rooms.

Hermione squealed and dashed over to the Library, running her fingers along the thick book's spines. Ron and Harry went over to the door labled Meeting Room.

It had a long, round wooden table with comfortable wooden chairs, a large green screen was on the wall. Empty crabnits were scattered around the room.

"Wonder what that screen-thing does." Ron said, looking around the room in interest. They exited the Meeting Room, to see Hermione had pulled out a thick, dusty volume and was studeing it intently, her face beaming with pleasure.

"Hey, Ibis, you want to check out the Rooms with us?" Ron said, unconciously using her nickname. Hermione jerked out of her trance-like state and looked up at them, "Huh? Oh, ya, sure." she tucked the book to her chest and followed the boys over to the tables and chairs and through the door that was labled Rooms.

It was a long hallway, the floor, walls and cieling made out of different kinds of wood. Dark wooden doors lined the hall. At the very end, three doors stood right next to each other, each labled with a name.

Redclaw, Onyx, Ibis

The trio looked at each other, before opening their bedroom doors.

Harry's had lime green walls with dark green stripes. The carpet floor was a baby blue. The double bed had light blue covers and pillows with dark blue stripes, the Gryffindor Banner hung above it, two highly polished bedside tables on each side of the bed. Another door led to the bathroom. There was a chest of drawers, a golden rimed mirror hung above it. There was a tall wardrobe in the corner. A large window was on the far wall. And a desk, with quills, ink and parchment, sat under the window.

Ron's room had red walls, lined with gold. His carpet was a bright red and there was a Chudley Cannons poster above his double bed, which had dark red blankets and pillows. He had a polished mahogany wardrobe, dresser and desk and chair. Another door led to the bathroom, and there was a window near the wardrobe. The Gryffindor Banner was on the far wall.

Hermione's had sky blue walls, the roof having clouds here and there. Her double bed had navy blue blankets and pillows and above it was a small shelf with her top 5 favorite books of all time. A whole bookcase lined the wall, only stopping when it reached the door. A desk and chair made out of English Oak had quills, ink and parchment neatly stacked. A window was above the chest of drawers, a mirror next to the wardrobe, another door led to the bathroom, a polished bedside table was on the beds rightside. A comfy looking armchair sat in the corner and the Gryffindor Banner hung above the desk.

After they had looked at their rooms and then each others, the trio went to their seperate bedrooms, biding good night, before climbing under the soft covers and falling asleep.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the tables the next morning, eating the breakfast that Dobby had brough them. The happy elf had also given them their sqeduals.

Ron let out an unhappy groan, his mouth full of half-chewed cornflakes. He swallowed and said, "This is the worst Monday ever!" Hermione gave a noise of agreement, spooning porage into her mouth, the thick book opened on the table next to her.

Harry buttered a single slice of toast and took a bite. "What do you think we do?" Hermione swallowed and closed her book with a muffled snap,"Well, how about we see how it goes first? Get to know the enemy." Ron and Harry nodded in agreement.

After a couple more minutes, Ron and Hermione both finished eating and Harry sat down his toast, which he had only taken three bites out of. Even though Sirius, Remus, Mrs. Weasley- heck, even Mr. Weasley and Tonks- and been watching his eating habits closely and forcing him to eat more when they weren't satisfied, Harry still didn't feel like eating much. He'd only eat a little if he could get away with it (which, at Grimmauld Place, had been impossible).

The trio walked out of the HQ and began making their way to classes. Half way to their first class, they ran right into Professor McGonagall. "There you are," she said, her eyes narrowing on Harry, "Why weren't you at breakfast?"

"Oh..." Hermione said, before quickly regaining her posture, "We had gotten up early and had a quick breakfast."

McGonagall didn't look convinced, and she kept her eyes on Harry, "Just so you know, your godfather and Remus have talked to me. They want me to keep an eye on your eating habits for them. If you don't eat at least two slices of toast, I'll be reporting to them." McGonagall then turned and began walking back down the corridor, calling over her shoulder, "You best get to classes,"

As soon as she was gone, Harry let out a loud groan. Great. Now what was he supposed to do? "Calm down, mate." Ron said, as they began making their way to their first class, "I'm sure it won't be that bad."

"Besides," Hermione cut in, "You really should eat more."

The trio sat at the back of the Defense Against the Dark Art's class, Umbridge going on and on about the Ministry. Some of the students were glassy eyed, others had looks of disgust on their faces and Dean Thomas had fallen asleep, drolling all over his "Ministry qualified" book.

"Now," Umbridge said, clapping her stubby hands together, smiling sickly, "Please turn to chapter one."

The class reluctantly obyed, Seamus nudging Dean awake. Harry's eyes scanned the page, but he was soon only pretending to read. He could tell that most of the others were doing the same and those who were still reading had almost pained looks on their faces. But Hermione's hand was in the air.

Slowly, everyone began to notice this and took to staring at Hermione instead of reading the (*cough*stupid*cough*) book. Finally, Umbridge turned and adressed Hermione, "Do you have a question about the book, Mrs... ?"

"Granger," Hermione said, "And I've already read the book." Umbridge raised her eyebrows. After that, some sort of fight broke out and Ron, Dean, Harry and Seamus had joined in. With a lot of snapping from Umbridge and angry glares from those who were already in on the rebellion.

By the end of the lesson, Hermione was shaking her head in disgust, Ron's fists were clenched and Harry had a week of detention.

"Alright," Hermione said, fuming, as they began making their way down the empty corridors to dinner, "We get Ginny, Neville, Fred, George, Dean, Seamus and Luna and take them to HQ. That's were we really get started."