I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_draco]

Harry and I took the cloak to Bumbridge's office. We were in the middle of ransacking the place when my Father showed up with Professor Dolohov and Crouch. Now they're ransacking the place.

In case further explanation is required:

- Cloak, barely large enough to fit both of us these days.
- Budged up against a cupboard that they're probably going to search, eventually.
- Do I need to say more?

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[alt_neville]

Hang on. Help is coming. Distracting help.

[alt_justin]

Right.

Hydra, Sally-Anne, grab Daphne and head up to Madam Umbridge's office. You're looking for Professor Raz for Duelling Club, now that Madam Umbridge is gone. Ron, Evelyn: meet me and Susan just round the corner from there so we can draw them out while Harry and Draco slip away. I'll see if I can get Ernie to come with us, on the theory they might wish to speak to him.

-Justin

[alt_harry]

We got things that said Strangeweale on them. Letters, mostly. And a few notebooks that had lists of students on the first few pages.

We didn't get a chance to really do a lot of digging around or actually read the notebooks, and we had to stuff the papers under the cloak so they're sort of crumpled, but it's something.

Who was screaming?

[alt_ron]

I couldn't get into Umbridge's rooms. They'd warded them.

Really well.

Must have been Dolohov. Which made me think about stuff he's said about wards registering when they've been tampered with. So I figured they'd know someone had been there.

So I wrote on the door.

All the names I could remember that we've ever called Umbritch.

So they'd figure someone was just taking the mickey. Not trying to get in.

[alt_draco]

Ugh, I'm all sweaty now. And I smell like Harry.

I hope none of them are suspicious about all that fawning and arse-kissing.