Heyyyy...again.

I should probably have said this earlier, but I really appreciate every review I get, not many people have said those things to me before (which I really don't mind, but it is nice to hear), and I just really like it whenever I get a review. So thank you so much, everyone who's reviewed.

Also, to answer a couple of questions: Percy slept in the lake in the last book, but now he's a Hogwarts student, he sleeps in the same dorm as Harry, as he needs to protect him.

I update roughly once a week, but no set day.

"Hagrid!" Shouted Hermione, surging forwards in a panic, as the half-giant collapsed to the ground.

Harry felt a huge wave of relief when he saw Hagrid's hand twitch, and he rushed to his side, shedding his invisibility cloak.

The same voice who cried the curse shouted, "He's still alive!"

A familiar, high voice screamed, "Well then, kill that half breed!"

"Right away ma'am," said the voice.

Harry couldn't let that happen, so he whipped out his wand, and pointed it in the direction of the voice, "Stupefy!"

The spell must have missed, as Mystery Voice yelled, "There's someone in there!"

The high voice replied, "No witnesses! Burn that peasant hut to the ground!"

"But...Dolores-" Stammered out Mystery Voice.

"That's Lady Umbridge to you!" Cried out the high voice, which sounded a little insane.

Umbridge. Harry knew she hated half-breeds, but not enough to kill a student. He suddenly felt panicked when he realised that he was the student that was going to be killed. Oh, and Ron and Hermione. But Harry was going to die.

He grabbed his two best friends and threw them out of the open door, leapt behind Hagrid, and tried his hardest to roll him out of the hut.

"There's a girl and a boy right in front of me, Lady Umbridge," cried out mystery voice.

Ah crud, Harry had just chucked his two best friends out in front of a potential murderer.

Whoops.

"Well, kill them Yaxley!" Shouted Umbridge.

Harry jumped over Hagrid's unconscious body, and burst out of the hut's door, only to face 'Yaxley', a short man with a tumbling beard, who had his wand pointed at Ron and Hermione, who were inching backwards, terrified looks on their faces.

"Avada-"

"Petrificus totalus!" Screamed Harry, and Yaxley stiffened, collapsing to the ground.

"No!" Cried Umbridge, "Useless man! Incendio!"

Harry watched in shocked horror as flames erupted inside of Hagrid's hut, he remained stock still, which lost him precious seconds.

The fire was now engulfing the hut.

"Hagrid!" Shouted Harry, "Aquamenti!" Ron and Hermione repeated his cry, and three jets of water erupted from the three wands, but it was useless, the fire was too strong.

Harry wished he knew a potion of fire resistance, so he could run into the flames without getting injured.

Now he will get injured, dammit.

With Ron and Hermione right behind him, Harry hurtled into the enflamed hut, and saw Hagrid, his face blackened with soot, flames all around him.

"Hagrid!" Shouted Harry, rushing to the half-giant's side.

"Mmm...no Buckbeak, those rock cakes aren't fer yer..." Murmured Hagrid in his unconscious state, "They're for Olympia...Olympia! Why did yer die!" He shouted, clinging onto Harry's robes.

"Wake up Hagrid!" Shouted Harry, the flames were now nearly reaching them.

"Why did yer leave me Olympia!" Cried Hagrid, "Sweet Olympia! Curse yer, fate!"

"Yes, Hagrid, it's very sad, but you have to get out!" Screamed Hermione.

"Is that roast pork I smell?" Asked Ron. And, indeed, the meat hanging from Hagrid's roof had been cooked to perfection, due to the flames.

"Shut up Ron!" Shouted Harry, "This isn't the time!"

"It's always the time for roast pork!"

The flames had now reached Hermione, who squealed when she saw that her robes were on fire, "Aquamenti!" She screamed, dowsing the flames, for now.

"Olympia!" Shouted Hagrid.

"Wake up!" Screamed Harry.

"Ron's on fire!" Shrieked Hermione.

"Mmmm...pork..." said Ron, drooling a little.

At that moment, all seemed lost,the flames were licking at the tips of Harry's toes, a half-ton half-giant was unconscious, and Ron's clothes were ablaze, so he clawed them off, leaving little to the imagination, unfortunately.

Just as the flames had set Harry's really nice, very expensive shoes ablaze, the entire hut was dowsed by what looked like half the lake.

Coughing and spluttering, Harry turned around, to see Percy, with his hands stretched upwards, his face beaded with sweat, his eyes screwed shut in concentration.

Harry watched, gobsmacked, as Percy moved the water back in the direction of the lake, and elegantly dumped it in.

Only then did Percy relax.

"You guys bloody scared me," he said, laughing, until his eyes widened in horror, "Oh no, oh no oh no oh no."

"What?" Asked Harry, a but shaken.

"I'm turning...British," said Percy with a shudder.

"So?" Asked Harry, confused.

"Soon I'll be saying rubbish like 'Good golly gosh you little bugger, care for some earl gray?'"

"Um, actually, it's Earl Grey," said Harry, annoyed at Percy's blatant disrespect of the classy British drink selection.

Percy ran a hand through his hair, clearly very stressed, "Never mind, I-" he broke off when he saw Ron in nothing but his Chudley Cannons pants, and raised his eyebrows, before bursting into laughter, "That's a good look for you Ron, you should go to dinner in that, you'd get all the girls."

Ron gave him a glare, and tried to cover himself with his charred robes.

Percy sniffed the air, "Is that pork I smell?"

Lord Percy's slightly British time skip.

Harry reached his long, pale fingers towards the doorknob, prepared for another night of disappointment, but, to his surprise, the door swung open.

He was met by another twelve doors, and he automatically went for one of them, which brought him to another corridor.

Harry's excitement levels were through the roof, finally, after all these months, he could find out what was being hidden.

Although the corridor seemed long, in a few seconds, Harry was in an enormous room, he couldn't see the walls, and there were seemingly limitless shelves, all filled with glass balls.

Harry glided down one of the aisles - number 93 maybe? - and came to a stop at two figures.

One was tall and skinny, unnaturally pale, and looked a little like an egg. Voldemort.

The other man was lying on the floor, panting in extreme pain, whilst Voldemort laughed above him.

The man raised his head, and his eyes widened, "H-Harry?"

Harry wanted to speak, he want to scream Sirius's name, and let him know that he would come and save him.

Voldemort let out a high pitched laugh, and screamed, "Crucio!"

Harry shot upwards, his face beaded with sweat, clutching his bedsheets around him.

He looked at his watch, saw that it was time for breakfast, and immediately leapt up and dashed out the room.

He pelted into the Great Hall, and saw Ron, Hermione, and Percy, all sitting in the Gryffindor table, with plates of food in front of them.

"Want an English breakfast, Percy?" Asked Hermione, sweetly, pushing a plate of toast, bacon, sausage, beans, and egg towards him.

"Get that away from me!" Shrieked Percy, leaping up from his chair, and returning, cautiously, to his big stack of blue pancakes.

Harry came to a halt right by them, "Breakfast's over," he said.

"What?!" Asked Percy, looking horrified.

"Sirius has been captured by Voldemort," said Harry quickly, "Now let's go!"

The others looked sceptical, and Percy opened his mouth, "Are you sure Harry? I mean, these are very nice pancakes- I mean, these are very stressful times, what with Voldemort back and all, and how could you know that-"

Harry scowled, "You don't understand! I had this dream-"

When Percy heard that Harry had a dream, he leapt up, "No time for food, let's go!"

He grabbed Hermione and Ron, and, ignoring the stares of the other students, walked briskly out the Great Hall, Harry struggling to keep up.

The moment Harry stepped out, a hand grabbed his wrist, the hand belonged to a toad.

"Mr Potter," said Professor Umbridge, smiling sweetly, "Come to my office, along with all your friends."

"No thanks," said Harry, struggling to get free from Umbridge. Percy had stopped by now, and Ron and Hermione had wriggled free from him.

"That wasn't a question," she said, "Incarcerous!"

Ron, Percy and Hermione all whipped their wands out when they saw what Umbridge had done to Percy, but Umbridge, far more skilled than they previously though, had them all tied up in no time.

Lord Percy's sad time skip.

Once again, Harry found himself in Umbridge's office, his friends all around him, and Umbridge smiling triumphantly.

"Mr Potter, Mr Jackson, Mr Weasley, and Miss Granger," she started, the four remained silent.

"You have all been absolutely awful students," she continued.

"A disgrace to the school, obsolete, harrowing, appalling, ghastly, repulsive, disgusting, and repellent children," she smiled sweetly.

Hermione was sobbing, she had never been told off so badly; Ron's ears were red, but whether he was embarrassed or angry, Harry couldn't tell; and Percy looked absolutely fine, like he heard this on a daily basis.

As for Harry, he was fuming, how dare Umbridbe call them disgusting when she looked like a warty toad? How-

"As a punishment for your awful behaviour," she smiled even more sweetly, "You are all expelled."

Isn't that dramatic? One of my longest chapters yet!

This chapter's song: Migraine, by Twenty One Pilots.

I'm gonna stop doing the facts, they take up too much space.

All bow to Percy.

Peace out.