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We ate our breakfast mostly in silence until Hermione cleared her throat, wanting to subtly get our attention. I looked up and leaned forward a little after seeing that Hermione had leaned forward as well.

"So, Ron and I have been thinking."

Harry and I looked at each other. Oh no. Ron and Hermione coming up with a plan? Yikes.

"And we think that since Umbridge isn't going to teach us spells that we should teach ourselves."

"Sounds fair enough," said Harry taking a bite out of his toast, "but who is going to teach us? I mean, we will need some guidance."

"Well this is where Ron and I are having a bit of a disagreement," said Hermione, raising one eyebrow at Ron. "Ronald thinks Fred and George would be good to teach us, but if you ask me Fred and George are only good at the flashy stuff. We need someone who can teach us the stuff we'll really need in a duel situation."

"You want Harry to teach us," I said with a smile.

"You're kidding," said Harry. "I can't teach. I mean, you and Abby are much better students and spell casters than me."

Hermione leaned forward even more, an excited look on her face. "So maybe we are a little stronger in the classroom, but you have been there Harry. You have faced near death experiences and survived them. What better person to teach us than someone who has been through it?"

Harry looked at Hermione as if she had grown four heads. "Listen Hermione, all these years I have survived off of sheer luck, not because I am a great wizard."

"I told you he wouldn't want to do it," said Ron with a smug look on his face.

"What if we helped you?" I asked.

Harry looked at me. "You think I can teach this?"

"Sure," I said simply. "Harry you might not think you're a good wizard, but whatever you do, as simple or complex as the spells may be, you do them well."

Harry smiled. "Thanks Abby, but what's the point. Everyone here thinks I am a loon anyway."

"Well that's the thing. We think a lot of people will come. Everyone is fed up with Professor Umbridge not letting us actually cast spells. You might get more people than you think," said Hermione, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"What's the worst that can happen Harry? No one shows up and it's still the four of us trying to figure everything out as usual," I said with a shrug of the shoulders. "Same old."

All four of us laughed at how true that statement had been. It did always feel like the four of us were stuck trying to figure out far more complicated situations than any one our age should have to deal with.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot I guess," said Harry still pretty reluctantly.

"Great!" said Hermione, bouncing in her seat a little. "We've arranged a meeting place and time at the Hogsmeade trip this weekend."

"Wait," said Harry, eyeing Hermione angrily. "You've already set this up?"

"Yeah, we went around and got a name of the people who would consider it," said Hermione, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"You'd be surprised how many people signed up mate," said Ron with a smile.

"But you guys were acting like you hadn't already decided," said Harry, dejected.

"Well we figured if we made it seem like we waited for your opinion you'd be less against it," said Hermione with an innocent shrug.

"It'll be alright Harry," I said, rubbing his shoulder.

"Yeah, of course. So what time is this?" asked Harry.

"2:00 at the Hogs Head. It's small and private, and plus we will be out of ear shot from the toad," said Hermione, glaring at the toad of our professor.

"Come on, we don't want to be late for class," said Ron, pulling his bag onto his shoulder.

"Look at you wanting to be on time to Transfiguration," said Harry, surprise in his voice.

"Well you know how McGonagall is. She threatened to turn me into a toad if I'm ever late to her class this term."

We all nodded in understanding, fully aware that Professor McGonagall would definitely do it. Plus who knew how long she would leave him like that.

"Who knows, maybe Crookshanks will like a new friend," I said mockingly to Ron as we left the Great Hall.

"Hey Abby," Harry said quietly to me.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"Do you think people are going to come just because they think I'm crazy?"

"Of course," I said straight faced. "Everyone knows crazy people have all the fun."

Harry smiled and started to laugh. "Come on. We don't want Ron to be a toad do we," I said, wrapping my arm around Harry's shoulder, pulling him into a one-armed hug.

"I don't know, that might be worth seeing."

Our laughter filled the Great Hall before the doors shut, Professor Umbridge's eyes watching Harry and I like a hawk.