Nobody ever asked my birthday

Muggle-mad

Harry had finally managed to make it to a Defense Club meeting - they were considerably more cloak and dagger now, he was both relieved and alarmed to see. Alarmed, because it meant they were teaching third and fourth year students how to sneak around Hogwarts - and it was dangerous. He knew that now. At least for third years.*

Hermione was reading, though, as if there weren't four different layers of security (one of which was entirely run by third years, who weren't allowed in the club, but were helping anyway) preventing people from accessing The Room.

"Oh, Harry!" She said, looking up. "You wouldn't believe what I found!"

"...What?" Harry asked, abruptly finding he could imagine a lot of things Hermione could find, and very few of them were Unqualified Good Things.

"One Vulpecula Black was considered to have gone completely mad, in 1754." Hermione said, her eyes sparking. "You see," Hermione leaned closer to Harry, "He joined the muggle world. Completely."

Harry blinked, "Well, Sirius did say..."

Hermione interrupted, "That was ALL he did, mind you. He didn't cut off heads, he didn't take off his trousers in public. Liked muggles enough to join them."

Harry blinked again.

They both heard the door close. Draco Malfoy, who stood there, just laughed, "Mum always did say madness ran in the family."

Hermione put her hands on her hips, and said, "I cannot believe they would call someone mad, for falling in love and marrying Muggle!"

Harry, however, was busy putting a few pieces together. Such as the fact that nobody had seemed all that surprised that Draco Malfoy had kissed a Muggleborn. Harry laughed, letting the mirth drain out of his body. "I guess it really does run in the family."

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione cried, and the next thing they knew, the entire room was full of spells - a rainbow of shimmering, refracting and reflecting flecks of light. Stupefies and Tantallegras, hexes and curses - splashing against shields or walls. It was a riot of training.

Luna Lovegood entered, sailing smoothly through the crowded room, as if she could dodge every spell. Which, of course, is exactly what she did.

[a/n: I've been sitting on this for a while.

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*Invincible are the fools, cloaked in the security of their own minds.