John was willing to bet that this was the class Sherlock had despised so much, and he saw that he was right to hate it. They were studying boring rocks found by muggle geologists, but they had no idea what it really meant. According to Professor Babbling, the trilobites found in rocks actually weren't extinct, they were magical creatures and if you dig around in the lake you could probably find a couple.  Never the less it was indescribably boring, not quite as dull as Binns, but a close second. When they were finally let out, John and Greg rushed off to their next class, but when they checked what it was, both their hearts dropped. Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"She's going to torment me!" Greg decided, slugging along the hall to the classroom.

"We'll sit in the back." John assured.

"Everyone will want the back!" Greg defended.

"Then we'll get there early." But that was rubbish, the halls were packed seemingly to the max and they still had a couple of halls to go. When the two of them finally made it to their destination, through the sea of people, they saw that they were indeed a little bit late. Umbridge was standing behind her pedestal, tapping her wand in against her hand with a venomous smile.

"Good afternoon." She said her high, squeaky voice.

"Sorry Professor." John muttered, cutting the crap and starting to walk towards the back. Sherlock was there already, stacks of random textbooks marking two seats to the left of him. John was debating whether or not to worship the kid; they can get out of Umbridge's hawk view.

"Why are you late?" she asked as they made their way down the aisles.

"We came from Ancient Ruins, and the hallways are a zoo." Greg defended.

"Everyone else managed to make it on time."

"We weren't doing anything, and it's only a minute." John groaned, feeling himself want to punch the living daylight out of that bloody 'professor'.

"It won't happen again." Umbridge pointed out, but John and Greg just nodded, dropping their bags on the ground and sitting in the seats saved for them.

"Thanks." John muttered to Sherlock, who had his nose in a book. If his cheeks weren't slightly colored John would've thought that he never noticed their arrival. The rest of the class, as predicted, was miserable. Apparently being in the back didn't stop Umbridge from tormenting them. Not only Greg got the hit though, John and Sherlock were also called on to answer questions four times to many, and she never took her eyes off of them. Never the Less it didn't stop John from propping himself up and almost falling asleep, flipping aimlessly through the pages of the book and doodling pictures  of Umbridge dying to Greg. He really hoped she didn't come over, because it would be difficult to make a toad in a dress getting nuked look like a school appropriate learning tool. Being in the back didn't stop them from being the first out though; the three of them lead the charge to the Great Hall, stuffing their books into their bags as they went.

"She is seriously a devil, I swear to god one day I'm just going to..." Greg's sentence seemed to be cut off with his rage, but he strangled the air with one hand instead.

"I'll help." John agreed.

"It's supposed to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, not reading class. It's almost as bad as trying to teach potions out of a book." Sherlock decided.

"What if something attacks us in the forest? Or some dark wizard pops up and all of the magical community is digging around their bookshelves looking for a counter curse?" John debated.

"It's rubbish, the whole lot of it." Greg agreed.

"We need to get her out, the nifflers didn't work, what will?" John groaned.

"Maybe we can scare her out, show her that no matter what she does that she can't rule us under an iron fist. Enough people in a rebellion can take out a force, no matter what it is." Sherlock pointed out.

"So we should stir the people up, get some pranks at Zonko's and let all Hell break loose?" Greg cleared up, nodding with a mischievous smile.

"What would we do without you Sherlock?" John laughed. Sherlock didn't answer that, he just kept his head down once again and kept walking. They walked through the doors to the Great Hall in a sort of awkward silence, but John could almost hear the few gears in Greg's head churning along. Obviously he was the most passionate about getting Umbridge out, at least the most publicly passionate. As far as he knew, Mycroft and he were the only people under fire from Umbridge's most enforced law, and John would like to keep it that way. John kind of thought Greg was beginning to suspect things, maybe he only thought they liked each other, but his comments and laughs told John that they had to be more careful. No, it wouldn't be the end of the world, but if Greg even starts to think there could be something and Umbridge gives him truth serum then she'd know there was a possibility.

"Meet us at the Gryffindor common room after dinner." Greg decided. "And bring Mycroft." He added quickly.

"Will do." Sherlock agreed, walking over to his Ravenclaw table and doing his best to pick the most secluded spot, ignoring the food and propping up his book once again.

"Why does he even come down here if he doesn't eat?" Greg asked as they sat down.

"Probably to be in the loop with everything, I mean he wouldn't get invited to all of our little get togethers if he wasn't at meals." John pointed out.

"You know he stares at you right?" Greg asked.

"Ya well, I guess it's a Sherlock thing to do."

"No, it's always you, sometimes I see him in class or something and he won't even blink, it's really creepy."

"Sherlock doesn't watch me, he reads."

"Over top of the book." Greg said, loading some mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"Ya, I guess that is creepy." John decided. And it was, there's really no excuse for stalking someone 24/7, friend or more than friend it was just disturbing.

"So what have you thought up for the whole Umbridge thing?" John asked, cutting his pork chop into small pieces like a toddler. Greg always seemed to find this hilarious for some reason.

"Well, I don't know yet, but I definitely like Sherlock's idea." He decided. "The whole rebellion thing, but the problem is we don't have any friends to help spread the word."

"That's fine, put up some flyers in the boy's dorms, Umbridge can't go in there as long as we are present." John pointed out. "I'm sure the Gryffindors would find it hilarious."

"I don't think she'll hesitate to come snooping though, and if something looks suspicious we'll be the first target." Greg pointed out.

"But if she's gone you and Mycroft can be together without having to be secret about it." John pointed out. As if on cue Mycroft entered, hand in hand with Anthea and giggling together.

"You don't actually think he likes her do you?" Greg asked nervously.

"God no, he's acting, that's what he has to do." John pointed out.

"Well it's convincing." Greg muttered, taking his eyes off of the happy couple and poking his food around with his fork, as if he had lost his appetite.

"Oh come on, you're the one that planned this lie out in the first place, in order to keep you two together he needs to convince Umbridge that he's as straight as a ruler." John pointed out, making Greg smile weakly.

"It's gross." He decided.

"That's how you two look too you know." John pointed out.

"No we don't!" Greg snapped. John just laughed, eating his food and not saying anything else. Mycroft, once again, tried to sit next to his brother again. Even though he was Head Boy he wasn't very popular with other people either. He may not handle it like Sherlock does though, with scowls and mean jokes. Sherlock scooted over though, looking disgusted at the very idea of sitting next to Mycroft.

"What are you going to do next year, when Mycroft graduates?" John asked.

"I haven't thought of it, probably push away all the begging girls and wait it out a year." Greg shrugged.

"Yes, the line will be catastrophic." John decided, rolling his eyes.

"You're just bitter because you're lonely." Greg pointed out.

"I'm not lonely! I'm just; available if anyone good comes along." John shrugged.

"Give Mary another chance." Greg decided.

"No way! She betrayed me, I'm not going to give her another chance."

"Oh come on, you were swooning over her for years and one night sends it all to flames." Greg sighed.

"Well, I've moved on." John shrugged.

"To who?"

"Freedom." John decided, waving his arms out and sighing deeply.

"It's much better to be with someone, take it from an experienced citizen." Greg suggested.

"You're mental, you've only been together for what, a month, two?"

"I'm not a crazed girlfriend, but if you ask Sherlock I bet he could tell you how long you've known each other down to the last second." Greg decided.

"Are you saying Sherlock is my crazy girlfriend?" John sighed.

"Close enough." Greg pointed out. They both stole a glance at the Ravenclaw table, where they were met with two emerald eyes that quickly looked down at the book.

"I guess I can't argue with that." John agreed. When they were finished with their pudding they went walked over to the Ravenclaw table, trying to beat the crowd before the plates cleared and a stampede was activated.

"Coming?" John asked, standing impatiently behind Sherlock's curly head.

"So what's this secret meeting about?" he asked, shutting his book with a snap and stuffing it into his bag.

"You know what, now come on." John groaned, looking up at the staff table to see Umbridge chatting to a very annoyed looking Snape.

"Let's go, quick." He decided, pulling Sherlock out of his seat with the back of his robes. Greg and Mycroft had already slipped out undetected, so Sherlock and John raced to catch up, taking the steps two at a time to catch up.

"Gryffindor common room?" John asked when they were in earshot.

"Yes, unless you want somewhere more private." Greg said with a sarcastic tone.

"Oh shut up." John growled. They went into the near deserted common room but decided against sitting in the armchairs by the fire, instead occupying the table in the far corner, where they wouldn't be over heard. This time there were four chairs, and they all sat at a different side of the square table like knights or something.

"So, Sherlock had a genius idea today, mind clarifying?" Greg decided, giving the metaphorical mic to Sherlock.

"I think we should start up a rebellion, just blow all the school rules, show Umbridge that she can't control kids with paper on the wall." Sherlock decided. Mycroft nodded, obviously thinking about what he had said.

"Wouldn't she just stun us all or even get the Ministry?" he suggested.

"You can't stun a whole school, and I don't even know what a couple of aurors would be able to do since they can't really hurt us." John defended. Sherlock nodded in agreement, looking at his brother hopefully. John was unaware if Sherlock had ever gotten praise from Mycroft, but he seemed pretty hopeful that he would now.

"I guess it's not terrible." Mycroft decided.

"Yes, I agree." Sherlock decided.

"It's brilliant." John assured, taking over for Mycroft since he couldn't take the role of being a good big brother. Sherlock smiled shyly; once again he got all awkward and was very interested in the table.

"So what do we do for this rebellion?" Greg asked.

"I don't know, maybe load up on Zonko's products, even aurors can't sustain a hallway full of stink bombs."

"And what do we do when the stink clears?" Mycroft pointed out.

"More stuff."

"As in when all of our little jokes are done, and if Umbridge is still standing strong then what are you going to do?"

"I nominate push her into the lake with all her precious textbooks strapped to her, but I guess that's 'cruel and unusual punishment'." Sherlock sighed.

"Unfortunately we probably should do that, yes." Mycroft agreed.

"So if she's still standing we push her down again, the rest of the time she's here we talk in her class, use magical pranks, food fights every meal, it'll be fine." John decided. Sherlock looked at him proudly, as if mentally saying, yes, this one's mine.

"Okay then, and what if she catches us?" Mycroft said, ever the optimistic apparently.

"She can't, we won't leave a paper trail. These flyers won't have any of our names on them and we don't write anything down other than that." Sherlock decided.

"And where will we put the flyers?"

"Dormitories, which Umbridge would only check if she feels like something is going on, so be extra careful." Greg pointed out. John dug around in his bag, pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill, putting them both in the middle of the table.

"Okay, who's the artist?" he asked. It seemed like all heads turned in a different direction, so no one was too skilled at drawing and painting apparently.

"Okay, who's okay at drawing?" he asked.

"What do we even need to draw?" Sherlock pointed out.

"I don't know, bubble letters, maybe that toad in a dress thing Greg and I drew." John shrugged. With a sigh, Sherlock picked up the pen, as if it were some amazing feat when it really wasn't.

"Okay, what should it say?" he asked, sliding the parchment over. His elegant fingers wrapped around the quill beautifully, for some reason it was quite a distraction to John.

"Just say 'take down Umbridge' or something that would catch people's eye." Greg recommended.

"And don't make it look like one of her proclamations either, no one would look twice at it." John objected, making Sherlock look up at him with a sort of half smile of amusement. Sherlock's quill moved all over the paper, and for not considering himself an artist it was very well drawn. In big words it said 'Take Down Umbridge', just as Greg had suggested, and he drew Umbridge's awful toad face with a bow on the top, served on a platter by some excited students.

"How about, make the Ministry take back their toad?" Mycroft suggest, making Greg laugh a little bit. It wasn't all that funny, but the very thought that Mycroft had a sense of humor was enough to surprise John. Sherlock did what he said, sketching the dark letters under the drawing.

"So, now just stock up on Zonko's products, when will this be held?" Sherlock asked.

"How about a week after Christmas break, just so she doesn't suspect anything much." John decided, and Sherlock nodded, writing that down quickly. When he held the completed poster up, it looked almost professional. Sherlock seemed like the closest thing to an artist there was, and thankfully he was smart enough to not use his signature cursive handwriting.

"Perfect." John decided with a smile.

"Very good." Mycroft agreed. Greg just smiled widely, looking so proud that they were actually doing something about this bloody toad.

"Okay, now do we have a wizarding copy machine?" John asked.

"No, but I can duplicated the ink patterns onto another sheet." Mycroft recommended.

"How'd you learn that?" Sherlock asked with a tone of jealously obvious in his voice.

"I'm in seventh year brother dear, we learn a few tricks." Mycroft pointed out. Sherlock rolled his eyes, but John happily supplied seven more pieces of parchment.

"Should we give some to the Slytherins?" Greg asked.

"Of course, they might be jerks but they still must hate Umbridge. And even if they wanted to help bring us down, they don't know who it is that supplied them."

"How are we going to get it in there though?"

"Fine a nice Slytherin to do it for us?" John shrugged, knowing that was about as likely as Umbridge handing out cupcakes.

"Whatever." Mycroft decided, rolling his eyes and muttering the spell under his breath. The ink rose off the paper, breaking into seven copies and setting themselves neatly onto the other papers, perfectly centered and looking like Sherlock had drawn on them as well.

"I love magic." John muttered. Mycroft smirked as Greg looked at the papers with amazement. He knew that six years in the magical world should get him used to all of the amazing things muggles just couldn't do nearly as fast. But every other day he was learning something new, something that just flat out amazed him, and this was one of those times.