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The characters you do not recognize are probably my own.
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On to the main attraction.
The struggles of a new girl.
SPOILER ALERT LOOK AWAY IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO KNOW WHATS GOING ON
The daughter of High Inquisitor Dolores Jane Umbridge has been transferred from Durmstrang to her 6th year in Hogwarts, which is also the 6th year of Harry Potter, Ron Weasely and Hermione Granger.
Dragonfly Umbridge has to face anguish and threats from the many enemies of Dolores Umbridge but when she is rescued by the valiant Harry things change for the best.
Chapter 1
Looking Back
There was a loud bang downstairs, Dragonfly woke up with a start, not knowing what was happening around her. Slowly lifting the duvet off of her and tip toeing toward the door, she opened it up just a little crack. It was quiet and dark, her father usually left the hall light on when he retreated to bed a few hours after her every night.
Dragonfly lived with her father Kingslav, her mother had walked out on her when she was a 4 year old child, she remembered little about her except she had a very high pitched voice that sounded like a child's.
Dragonfly attended the wizarding school Durmstrang, were she was in the house Vincraven. She had received good grades on her exams every year and managed to achieve 10 OWLs. She was particularly good at Transfiguration and had taught her self how to perform animagi; she was an unregistered silver crested cockatoo animagus and could transform whenever she wanted.
The down fall of attending Durmstrang, she was an outcast. She only spoke the English language and was often teased by most of her class mates. Her escape was to study or turn her self into the cockatoo. She would sit in the common room of Vincraven and watch as the other students would pass her by, They would always try to touch her silvery plumage or stroke her golden head feathers but she would always fly higher up, out of their reach. They called her Craven because the bird always seemed to stay in Vincraven common room
Dragonfly returned to bed, wondering whether she dreamt the loud noise, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, tried to stifle a yawn and slowly sunk her head down onto her pillow. As her eyes began to close her bedroom door burst open, 3 figures walked in, one taller then the rest. She fainted.
That's the first chapter. Hope you liked it, I wanted you all to be clear about Dragonfly and her background in Durmstrang. I am also glad I kept you on a cliff hanger because It will be like that for a while,
Please read on.