I do not own Harry potter. I wish I did since that would be amazing but here is Chapter four. I hope you enjoy.

It had been a week since anyone went to classes. The professors for the majority knew that something had to be done. They also knew that the students had no intention of giving in any time soon.

Now the question became, do you give in to their demands? A few members of staff were still just horrified by what they had heard and were wondering what it meant but the students were nearly impossible to pin down and pull to talk separately. If they did not get answers soon, things were going to have to be done.

It however seemed like it already had. The students refused to listen and so Albus Dumbledore chose to do something that was impossible to ignore.

The students nearly all groaned seeing the owls coming. Over half the school had gotten letters. They paled seeing exactly what the owls were carrying. Howlers, dozens of dozens of howlers were filling the room. The students were looking for a ready escape.

Harry glanced to the headmaster who was the only one not surprised. Howlers sucked but it was far from the end of the world. Though they may become deaf by the shouts. Harry however wasn't going to let anyone stress about it. He had a plan the moment he looked to the headmaster.

"OY WHOEVER HAS THE LOUDEST HOWLER WINS," Harry shouted getting grins from nearly every student. .

The majority of students figured out exactly what the 13 year old was doing and decided to play along. "NO DEAL WEASLEYS WILL KICK OUR ARSES," Marcus Flint stated with a shout.

The Weasley twins high-fived. "On your mark, get set, go…" The twins mocked. On go, everyone opened up their howlers. It was like a wall of noise but with no fear of mocking, embarrassment it had become almost fun. They knew they'd be in trouble later but as the twins stood up and high-fived once again shouting, "We win," everyone had to laugh. Ringing out their ears from the shrieks. There had been so much noise that they all had no idea what their parents even shouted at.

Harry had not moved his eyes from the headmasters, he was going to speak up but Ginny Weasley beat him to it. "Nice try professors bringing our moms and dads into it but really...a howlers so last year."

No one had expected her to speak out, she got a clap on her back from Ron. "Go Ginny," Ron said impressed.

"As if a howler will bother us, they are common place, the twins get one every other week," Lee stated smirking.

This had amused laughter spread across the room. Molly Weasley's howlers were legendary for a reason. "Merlin yes, that wasn't even the worst," Percy agreed. "Though it was my first howler. I'm sort of excited about it"

Everyone once again laughed at that comment, "Go Percy, you know, why weren't you this much fun before?"

"No idea, I suppose I figured that the school was so screwed up someone would have to fix it. Funny...it never really worked so why bother," Percy asked as the twins clapped him on the back nearly knocking him over. "Oy no breaking of bones please."

"Wouldn't dream of it big brother," Fred returned brightly.

Harry winked towards the head table. Well aware he was pushing the line but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care. He was for once enjoying Hogwarts. He wasn't afraid to walk the halls. He didn't have to hear the first years cry about going to class. He didn't have to sit and listen to Snape mock him, his father, and his friends. Hogwarts was changing for the better, the staff just didn't see it yet.

Dumbledore however got extremely annoyed by his ploy failing. He stood up sending a near deafening bang from his wand. The students and staff nearly fell out of their seats. A first year Hufflepuff actually did and had to be helped back up by her housemates. All of who looked to the headmaster wearily.

Dumbledore stood up. "You have five minutes to be in your classes waiting for the professors to get there. Do you understand me? This has gone too far. Have I made myself clear?"

"No, maybe you should explain it again," Marcus Flint suggested mockingly.

"Mr. Flint," Snape hissed back.

Flint however was far from scared. "Yes professor, he asked a question. He hasn't made himself perfectly clear sir. He should probably explain it again."

"What do you not understand Mr. Flint," Snape demanded. "The headmaster has given you clear instructions and you are to follow them."

"I don't understand why the headmaster making a loud bang with his wand instantly means we are going to go back to class," Flint stated. "I don't understand why our decision has changed. I know mine hasn't. What about the head students, do you two think we should be going back to class?"

"I stand by what I said before," Penelope returned. "I have no intention of going back to class until things change."

Snape glared at her, she would normally back down but she couldn't. She couldn't deal with the crying children now that she knew that they could stand together and do something about it. "You will listen."

"No," Percy growled standing up. "For once you are going to listen to us." He pulled off his badge. "This says that we are the head students. We were given the responsibility to protect and taking care of the under years. Keeping them out of trouble. We were given this because we are the best in our years and have proven ourselves responsible. We have sat back and watched as our defense professors attack and torture our classmates. Do you think we have forgotten what happened to Jackson? He dropped out of Hogwarts because of what my second year defense professor did to him. We all watched it happen and we couldn't stop it. We told you that there was something wrong with him but no one listened to us. Nothing was done. We have to listen to kids crying because they are terrified of staff members. We were given these badges so we could take care of them not pat them on the head and pretend everything's alright. Everything is not alright. MY SISTER NEARLY DIED AT THIS SCHOOL. MY BROTHER NEARLY DIED. HOW IS THAT ALRIGHT?" Percy's voice rose to nearly a shout during the last part having lost his temper.

"There decisions are not our fault," Snape growled at him.

Now Percy was practically shaking in anger. "Decisions," Percy demanded angrily. "My sister was 11 years old and being possessed by a dark object. A dark object that never should have gotten into the school grounds. Someone should have dealt with the basilisk months before she was put in danger. Called in the unspeakable's to find out what was happening. I told Professor McGonagall it had to be a basilisk. I told her that Myrtle was killed and mentioned the yellow eyes. I was ignored, Penelope and I were ignored. Then she was petrified by it. Ron told me that he told McGonagall that someone was after a stone that never should have been near the school."

"You know we are protesting the bullshit classes and the bullying childish useless professors but we really should be fighting about the crap that goes on here," Oliver stated. "How about how the bloody school brooms are going to get a student killed and nearly have. Or how someone was clearly jinxing the broom Harry's first game first year and the bludgeur the first game in his second. Who puts a Cerberus in a school with children? I can maybe name on one hand how many Gryffindor's did not go see what was so bloody forbidden about that corridor. What school has an area you are not supposed to enter or else you will die? A bloody alohamora opened a door to a Cerberus."

"Not to mention who keeps a bloody sorcerer's stone in a school full of CHILDREN," Penelope shouted the last part. "CHILDREN. We are only children not bloody cannon fodder. We aren't here to play puppets and for whatever games you are all playing. We are here to learn but how can we learn when kids have nightmares about what could be hidden in the corridor. Or the Dementors. They shouldn't be near 11 year olds."

"You don't protect us," Percy stated. "You gave us these badges and made every student at Hogwarts our responsibility. We take that very seriously. You won't listen to the problems. You ignore them…so be it but I am done hiding my head. Pretending that everything is okay because it's not. You know why this started?"

The truth of the statements bothered the staff. They of course realized this, Flitwick alone had 10 students come to him saying it was most likely a basilisk. The headmaster said that he had it handled and not to worry. They thought the corridor was better protected but they had argued with the placement but were overruled. The problems with the defense position were no secret. They had just always trusted the headmaster's judgement. Clearly that was a mistake.

"No," Flitwick said speaking up since he had been wondering why now, since it started. What had pushed them to do this now? They knew why it was done but they didn't understand why now of all times. "But I am curious about why now?"

"Because we were tired of hearing students cry because the professors are unfair and cruel," Harry stated standing up since he started this. "When we talked about it, the problems at Hogwarts just started getting layered on top of each other. Problem after problem and when they are all laid out we can't ignore it. We got to talking about it and it came as a shock. Nothing that was wrong was a surprise to anyone but to hear it compounded together was terrifying. We chose now because we had to comfort just one too many first years. When you have to listen to your housemates crying, not because of bullies in other houses but because of professors it is wrong. When you have to take calming potions, we got to the point and we just couldn't ignore it anymore."

Neville stood up, his voice was quieter, less confident then Harrys but more confident than any of the students or staff remembered hearing. "It won't surprise anyone that I'm one of those people to take calming potions to go to class. I am not nearly the bravest and I don't know why I am a Gryffindor." The students were all silent. No one mocking him about it. They were all giving him his chance to speak. "Professor Lupin did a Boggert with our class. A normal lesson. Probably our first normal lesson. My boggert was a professor. Most of us laughed it off. I know I did once my friends said that it was probably the best boggert in the class to make me feel better. Now that I think about it though, a professor has to be really bad to be a person's boggert. He has done nothing but hurt us since we started. He encourages other students to laugh and bully us over our mistakes. He keeps us in class after we've been burned and lectures us or rather mocks us because what are we except useless dunderheads who will never become anything. A waste of air. Clumsy. Stupid. Pathetic. Clueless. Moronic."

Some of the professors were left gaping at his list. "Why is a professor allowed to call us all that? Bad enough that we have to hear it from the other students so why does a professor feel like they have the right to make our time here even worse. I don't want to have to give my housemates chocolate and calming potions to go to class. I didn't like having to have that done for me. It's a place we should feel safe to learn but we are so scared that we have to be drug there or be drugged to bring ourselves to go. Why won't you all just for once listen to us? We just want to feel safe walking the halls and going to class. All we are asking for is the school to be a place to learn without being afraid. Is that too much to ask."

"Except you're not clumsy," Draco Malfoy admitted since hearing it laid out like that sort of hurt to think about. "At least not that clumsy. We've been sabotaging both your and Potters potions. As well as Weasley's on occasion."

Everyone was surprised by the admission of guilt but not the fault. "We are aware of that, for a Slytherine you're not exactly subtle about it," Neville pointed out. "Everyone at Hogwarts knows that a Slytherine's can get away with murder in Snape's class. Now it has to end before someone actually does die because of him. You've very clearly sabotaged my potions, with Snape watching. We can accept that other students will do things like that. What we are tired of is hearing him insult us over something he's well aware of someone else doing. He takes every chance he has to insult our parents and everything about us. Someone is going to die because he encourages people to make the class as painful as possible. It shouldn't be allowed"

"No it shouldn't," Flitwick stated looking at Snape. It couldn't be ignored. The ones responsible was admitting to it.

"You say that now professor but what are you going to do about it," Penelope challenged. "Maybe the third year Gryffindor's have the Slytherine's doing it but I've had my year mates do the same. I'm just a mudblood so Snape laughs it off." Everyone gaped at a muggleborn calling herself that but she had a point to prove. "He then insults me by saying what else can you expect from a muggleborn. I want him to bare his bloody arm then. He's so anti-muggleborn that I want to see if he has a dark mark. I want to know why I've spent 7 years being taught that I will never amount to anything because my parents were muggles. I didn't ask to be born to muggles. I have worked my arse off for 7 years just to prove I belong here but why is a professor allowed to call us out for being muggle but we can't complain about Filch without being squib haters when he actually does something wrong? Where does the bloody double standard come from?"

"Miss Clearwater," Dumbledore admonished. "How dare you make that accusation? I am ashamed of you. Clearly we have chosen poorly for the head students this year."

Percy tossed his badge at the headmaster. "Clearly someone chose poorly placing you as head of the school since what you find the issue is her calling him out on his shit not the fact that he has called her a mud…dle born. Sorry, doesn't take a Ravenclaw to know he was calling her a mudblood."

One by one, every prefect took off their badges and tossed them towards the staff. "If you didn't figure it out on your own, that was us saying we have absolutely no intention of going to class until you clean up this school," Angelina stated standing up and walking out. "If ever again. I heard Beauxbatons is beautiful."

"The lady has spoken," the twins said as they left and with that nearly everyone else followed.

Flitwick however glared towards Snape. "You did what to my Ravenclaws?"

"We need to talk, now," Sprout stated angrily "Staff meeting because frankly, I intend to join the student's side in this."

"They are lying so they won't get in trouble," Snape growled.

"Everything else they said was true," Remus asked. "The basilisk, Cerberus, the broom, the bludgeur."

Flitwick nodded, "yes."

"Then I honestly don't think they would lie about anything else we all know you have a liking for calling muggleborn's mudblood's and we all know the mark on your arm Snape," Remus stated really wondering what he got himself into by taking this job.

"Says the werewolf."

"Yours is a choice, mine is a curse," Remus challenged. "I'm not the one the school is protesting against."

Once they were away from the staff, Percy leaned against a wall breathing deeply. "You okay," George asked, no joking in his voice.

Percy shrugged not sure of the answer himself. "I don't…I don't know if I can do this."

"You don't have to," Harry stated.

"No," Percy said stopping him. "I don't mean this not going to class thing. I mean, I don't know if even once this is over I can stay here. This is my last year, I have been counting down the days until I can leave but right now I don't know if I can stay here and I don't know if I can leave knowing that you all are still here. I was always told that if you follow the rules, good things will happen. Following the rules here is wrong but…" he stopped having to think for a moment. "I just don't even know if I know what to think."

"I know what you mean," Ron admitted. "I never really was big follower of rules but well, mom and dad are always praising Dumbledore. I can't see how he was ever a good man anymore. The more we talk about it brings out more things. When you shouted about Ginny. All I can picture is going down into the chamber and having to hear Harry going off on his won because of the collapse and thinking that neither of them would ever come back out. He should have saved Ginny. He should have figured out what it was. Everything is…so screwed up."

"We knew it was screwed up but it's just the fact that everything's so clear now," Hermione stated.

Fred spoke up then. "I remember listening to Bill and Charlies stories about Hogwarts, thinking how amazing it sounded. It doesn't feel amazing anymore. Hearing it now. I don't know how many times I've heard Snape mock us for being bloodtraitors. I don't know how often I've been burned by a potion someone sabotaged."

"Or how many accidents in Defense, how many times we went to the infirmary to visit friends and family who shouldn't have gotten hurt," George agreed. "I think that when we came here, we wanted to see the school mom, dad, Bill, and Charlie all talked about but now all I here is people saying that 'it will be okay' and that 'it's not so bad,' just to get through there day. You're not the only one who isn't sure that they can continue like this. If nothing changes…I don't know if we will finish school."

"Guess we will just have to wait and see," Penelope offered giving Percy a gentle kiss. "Together. None of us are alone anymore. We just have to remember that. We are standing together. We don't have to do it all on our own."

"That actually sounds really good," Harry decided.

The others couldn't help but grin, "it does doesn't it," Hermione agreed.

"You know what, I think we need a good fly about," Oliver decided. "Percy you're joining us this time."

Percy let himself be drug off. He wasn't sure what was going to come of this. He wasn't sure if anything would but at least they weren't alone anymore.