A/N: Five moments during Umbridge's year as a Hogwarts professor.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Defense Against the Dark Arts Assignment #12 - Write a series of five drabbles for them. These drabbles should be about their thoughts/feelings/actions during their time as a teacher at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"I'd like you to welcome our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge," Albus announced to the Great Hall while gesturing towards her.
She rose to all of her five feet, staring out students with a lovely smile and bright eyes. "I'm sure we're going to get along just fine," she said before she resumed her seat, uncaring of the disinterest on every face.
Many persons never knew what to make of her the first time they saw her. Her small stature and love of pink made her seem soft and sweet.
She grinned to herself. They would all soon learn she was anything but.
She sat at the front of the classroom, her eyes running across each slumped set of shoulders as the students quickly scribbled their notes. This was the best way to teach and to learn, exercising the mind to think and to understand.
A student looked up, his green eyes meeting hers before quickly looking back down.
Harry Potter. He was a thorn in the Ministry's side, and a lying on at that. He only wanted to spread fear and terror through the population. He wanted to arm person's against a non-existent.
She frowned before jotting a note down on her own parchment. He would be someone to watch this year.
She walked through the stone halls, standing taller than she ever had before. Around her the students cowered in fear, their eyes bright and wary as she crossed their paths. They had no reason to fear, however. Once they were following the rules, everything was all right with her.
"Professor Umbridge," a student said, his silver badge glittering on his bosom. Ah, one of her own.
"Yes, Mister Malfoy?" she asked as they walked together.
"I've been hearing whispers... of an Army," he said.
She frowned. She had been hearing them too. That Potter boy was still up to his tricks, but she never thought he would try to incite a rebellion inside her own walls.
"I trust you will be able to handle this on your own?" she asked.
He smiled. "Yes, Professor."
"I leave it in your capable hands, Mister Malfoy," she said.
She grinned as she stood over the boy, her wand shoved under his chin. He looked at her with defiance in those green eyes, but that wasn't a problem. She would replace it with fear soon enough, and he would be brought to his knees like all the others that stood in her way.
"...the weapon!"
She turned, her eyes fixing on the girl that always hung around the Potter boy.
"The weapon... in the Forest," she said.
A weapon? Her wand fell just an inch. Just what were these students thinking? What had they been planning? Were they going to use it on the castle? On her? On the Ministry?
"Take me to it!" she said shrilly, her wand trembling as the panic seeped into her voice.
She awoke amidst the cold night air, her skin covered in thin scratches and dirt. She looked around her, the sounds of the animals setting her into a panic once more. Where was she? What had happened to her?
"You're awake," a voice said, and she jumped turning to look into the dark eyes of one of them. Now she remembered. Those beasts had taken her away.
She tried to get to her feet before she fell into the dirt once more. "Let me go this instance," she said, her breaths fast. "This is no way to treat the Headmistress."
"Dumbledore is Headmaster!" the beast said, coming closer to her. "And you are our prisoner, human."
He then reached down and tugged on the thick vine wrapped around her ankle. "Come, the others will decide what to do with you."