"How many times will it take for you to get this right, Potter?! Again! Legilimens!"

I screamed and clung onto the corner of the table as Snape invaded my mind once again. My whole face was covered in nothing but sweat and tears. I knew what he was looking at. He was looking at all the moments Cedric and I shared together.

When he finally stopped, I looked at him, panting. "That's private," I told him.

"Not to me," he replied coldly. "The Dark Lord is on the move and has more power than ever, you won't last two seconds if he invades your mind."

"I think it's a little too late to say that," I commented.

"Your mind won't be private to him if you don't improve. Every memory he has access to is another weapon he can use against you." He paused and then continued. "You're just like your father. Lazy."

"Stop it."

"Arrogant."

"Shut up! Don't say a word against my father!"

"Weak."

"I'm not weak!"

"Then prove it! Control your emotions! Discipline your mind! Show me that you can block out every memory you have!" He got ready and yelled the spell again. "Legilimens!" He kept going for a while, my heart beating fast and my pain getting stronger. He suddenly stopped. "I may vomit," he scoffed.

I let out a sigh of relief as he stopped. "Just stop," I said.

"Is this what you call control?"

"Is this what you call helping me? We've been at this for hours! If I could just rest--"

"The Dark Lord isn't resting!" he yelled, stressing each word. "You, your brother, Black, you're three of a kind. Sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well, it may have not occurred to you that life isn't fair! Your blessed father knew that! In fact, he frequently saw to it!"

"My father was a great man!"

"Your father was a swine!" He pushed me back into the chair as I grabbed my wand out. "Legilme--"

"Protego!"

That was when I saw everything. Snape was bullied throughout his years at Hogwarts. By my father. By him, Sirius, Lupin, and even Peter Pettigrew. Because of them, Snape hated Harry and me. Because of them, Snape was a nobody. Because of them, his life was full of nothing but torment and hatred towards him.

"Come on, Moony, Padfoot!" I saw my Dad call out to Sirius and Lupin. Snape was by a tree, reading a book when my Dad and a bunch of other people followed behind him. "Snape! Expelliarmus!"

"Nice one, James!" Sirius said, chuckling.

"Dad?" I muttered. I wanted to do something, but I knew I couldn't.

"Impedimenta!" Snape was now hanging from a tree upside down. "Who wants to see me take off Snivellus' trousers?"

"Enough!" I snapped out of his mind and fell back in the chair. "Enough."

"My father bullied you," I said. "So did Sirius, Lupin, and Peter."

"Well, aren't you the expert at knowing everyone and everything. Let's hope you don't turn into Miss Granger." He pinned me against the wall and glared at me. "Your lessons are at an end."

"It's about time you gave in," I retorted.

"You're not the only one who saw what you just saw. Your brother saw it, too, and now I'm no longer giving him lessons. Now get out."

I quickly left his office and headed back to the Gryffindor Tower. I spotted Harry on the way there as he was sitting by a fountain.

"Did you wait for me?" I asked him when I approached him.

"I got worried," he replied.

"You don't need to worry about me."

"I know. But I decide to worry, anyway."

I smiled then spoke again. "I saw Dad bullying Snape. I can't believe he would do such a thing."

"No wonder Snape hates us."

We started walking back when we heard thunder. The sound of a boy crying came from behind us along with Fred and George talking.

"What's your name?"

"Michael."

"Your hand's going to be fine, Michael."

"Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. See? It's fading already."

"You can hardly see ours anymore, and the pain stops after a while."

The boy continued to cry as we heard that squeaky, girly, fake clearing throat from the bitch herself.

"As I told you once before, Mr. Potter and Miss Potter, naughty children deserved to be punished."

"Then why aren't you in detention, sitting with us, writing lines with your special quill?" I asked her.

She just smirked at me. "One day, Miss Potter, sluts like you will get what you deserve." She strutted away from us.

"Max..." Harry started.

"I know what you're going to say, Harry. I know. I'm not a slut. I know I'm not."

Harry smiled at me as I said that. "I'm proud of you. You know that, right?"

I smiled back as I hugged him.

Fred started talking when we pulled away. "You know, George, I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement."

"Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing."

"Do we want to know what you two are up to?" I asked.

"It's a surprise now." Fred smirked.

"Oh, Merlin," Harry and I said.

*******

We were planning to take our O.W.L.s the next day. On a Saturday. All the fifth years were stuck in the Great Hall with that bitch.

It was six o'clock in the evening, and we were still there. I glanced up ahead of me and saw Hermione scribbling everything she could think of on her parchment, Ron was struggling and couldn't think of a single word to write, and Harry was staring at Umbridge. I, on the other hand, would write a few sentences, then stop. I was expecting something to happen. After what Fred and George said last night, they had me thinking that they were up to something.

Bang!

Oh, no.

Umbridge looked back at the door. Nothing was there.

Bang!

It grew louder.

BANG!

What the hell?

BANG! BANG!

Their plan was starting now.

Umbridge smiled weakly and went to go see what was going on. The sound of people writing turned into people whispering and murmuring.

Harry turned around and gave me a funny look. "What's going on?"

"I think I know."

It took Harry a moment to figure it out.

"Fred and George," we said.

When we looked back at the lady in pink, she opened the doors and looked around. It didn't take long for the twins to come flying in, throwing stuff everywhere. Literally. Our papers were flying everywhere as fireworks were going off and cheering was echoing throughout the Great Hall. Harry and I smiled at each other as if we saw it coming.

"Surprise!" Fred and George came by us as I started laughing.

"Best surprise ever!" I shouted.

"You knew about this?!" Ron asked.

"Well, we were there when they realized their future," I said. As Umbridge looked at me, I gave her my lovely middle finger.

"Well done, Max," Hermione commented.

"I try," I laughed.

George came by with a firework in his hand. "Do us the honor and give that bitch a piece of your mind!"

I gladly took it from him and threw it up in the air. A massive firework dragon was formed and it headed right for Umbridge. I didn't think she could run that fast in heels.

We followed the twins outside, cheering and laughing. We did it. Or they did it. But either way, Umbridge lost. We won. I knew it. I always knew we would win. As Fred and George disappeared into the sky, I stopped smiling. Harry seemed okay until I grabbed his shoulder to keep me from falling down.

He looked at me and panicked when I fell. "Max, what is it?" Suddenly, he was on the ground beside me.

I was seeing something. Sirius. He was tied up. He was with...

No.

"I need that prophecy," Voldemort hissed.

"You'll have to kill me," Sirius retorted.

"Oh, I will. But first, you will fetch it for me. Crucio!"

He was screaming in pain. I kept on seeing the same number over and over again. Ninety-seven. Voldemort had him. He wanted a prophecy. That was the weapon he needed. That was what he didn't have last time. There went that door again. That was where we needed to go. Through that door was where our godfather was being tortured.

Hermione came over to us and asked us what was wrong.

"Sirius," was all we had to say.

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A/N: Okay. Something is about to go down. I know it. You know it. God knows it too. (quoting Blair Waldorf.)

So I'm at home sick. No school for me yayy! I might be able to finish the book today but I do have some homework that I need to finish and it's due today at 3:34 so I'm gonna do that at 12 so I have 1.5 hours to write. It won't take long, I promise. XD

So what do you think? You better tell me in the comments. Lol. If you're actually reading this then tell me which book in the Double Trouble series is your favorite so far.

Comment, vote, fangirl, cry, do whatever. I might not update this weekend because I have to go to Christmas parties tomorrow. Bye! :D

-A