Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Gryffindor Edition

“Malfoy?” said Hermione, very skeptically. “Well . . . yes . . . maybe . . .”
And she remained deep in thought all the way into the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

the wind whipping their hair into their eyes.

Harry had to admit that she was getting better;

“Don’t worry, Harry,” Hermione said quietly. “You’ve got enough on your plate without Sirius too.”

oh, don’t be pathetic, Ron — it doesn’t seem fair if we don’t offer the chance to other people.”
Harry considered this for a moment, then said, “Yeah, but I doubt anyone except you two would want to be taught by me. I’m a nutter, remember?”

“Well,” he said slowly, when he could not pretend to find Asiatic anti-venoms interesting much longer, “yeah, I — I’ve thought about it a bit.”
“And?” said Hermione eagerly.
“I dunno,” said Harry, playing for time. He looked up at Ron.

Harry did not answer at once. <…>
because he did not want to say what was in his mind.
The fact was that he had given the matter a great deal of thought over the past fortnight. Sometimes it seemed an insane idea, just as it had on the night Hermione had proposed it, but at others, he had found himself thinking about the spells that had served him best in his various encounters with Dark creatures and Death Eaters — found himself, in fact, subconsciously planning lessons. . . .

“I was wondering,” Hermione said suddenly, “whether you’d thought any more about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry.”
“’Course I have,” said Harry grumpily. “Can’t forget it, can we, with that hag teaching us —”

“Harry,” she said timidly, “don’t you see? This . . . this is exactly why we need you. . . . We need to know what it’s r-really like . . . facing him . . . facing V-Voldemort.”

He was suddenly so tired that he was tempted to sink back into his armchair and sleep there,