AN: I know that this is slightly shorter than the last chapter, but I needed to write. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Draco and I were nearing the entrance to Dumbledore's office when we started hearing voices. As we turned the corner, I realized that it was my friends.

"Why are you guys still waiting down here?" I asked.

"We don't have the password," Neville answered. I nodded as I turned to face the statue that concealed the staircase.

"Lemon drop," I said, hoping that maybe I would have guessed right the first time. Unfortunately, I was wrong. "Blood pops. Chocolate frogs." Still nothing.

"Maybe it's a muggle candy?" Hermione suggested.

"Maybe. Hershey's. Reese's pieces." I kept guessing different brands and types of candy, when finally I gave up.

"I thought Dumbledore always had a type of candy as his password," Draco said.

"He probably realized that wrackspurts are attracted to any kind of candy," Luna mused in her dreamy voice.

"Or he could have just done something simpler. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The statue slid aside and the staircase was revealed.

"How is that simpler?" Draco asked me. He was smirking and looked on the verge of laughter.

"Well, it is his name," I explained. Nobody seemed to want to move, so I started up the stairs without a word. Everyone else followed.

"What are we going to tell him?" Draco asked me.

"Just let me do the talking," I said.

After walking up about two dozen stairs, we finally arrived at the door to the Headmaster's office. I put my hand up and knocked.

"Enter," said the Headmaster's voice from inside. I swiftly opened the door and entered the cluttered room. My friends entered behind me, and Dumbledore seemed surprised that everyone was here, and not just me. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"Professor Dumbledore, we would like to report something about one of our professors," I said in a business-like tone.

"Which professor would this be?" he said, although it didn't seem like he actually cared.

"Professor Umbridge." He seemed slightly surprised for a moment, but then covered it. There was that annoying twinkle in his eye again.

"What might you be complaining about?"

"Before we tell you, we would like to have Minister Fudge called here. As he was the one to appoint her, we feel that he should hear our complaint as well."

Dumbledore looked ready to object, but then finally relented. He stood up and went over to the fireplace. He tossed some floo powder into the flames and stuck his head into it. About two minutes later, the flames went green and Minister Fudge walked through.

"Why have I been called here, Dumbledore?" he asked.

"These students apparently have a complaint against Professor Umbridge." The minister chuckled.

"Is that right?"

"Yes, Minister," I replied. "We know for a fact that Professor Umbridge has no qualms against using the Cruciatus curse on human beings." Once again, the minister began to chuckle.

"Oh, I'm certain they just want attention."

"No, sir, we don't. We have proof, if you would like it."

"There is no kind of proof that you can offer me that can fully back up your alleged accusation," Minister Fudge retorted.

"Memories can though," I said as a smile grew on my face.

"Memories can be tampered with!"

"Not without noticeable damage," Hermione supplied. The minister's face was starting to turn red.

"I will not listen to a group of lying children! Good day!" he said forcefully before he turned around, threw down floo powder, and called out his destination. He disappeared with a swirl of green flames.

"You heard Minister Fudge," Dumbledore said quietly. "You are dismissed." At this, I was furious. Why wouldn't they believe us?

"Sir-"

"I believe I just said that you are dismissed, Mr. Potter." Inwardly, I flinched at the use of my surname. He was serious. He wasn't going to even listen to us. I glared at the Headmaster.

"Let's go," I said to my friends. I turned to walk out, and they stood off to the side, each giving their own glare to someone they thought that they could respect. The door shut with a BANG! behind Luna, who was the last person out.

"So what do we do now?" Ginny asked. I turned around to face her.

"We prove we're not liars."

"And how, exactly, do you propose we do that?" Hermione demanded.

"We follow the vision that Voldemort sent me. People have already called me a liar because I said that Voldemort was back, right? Well, let's prove them wrong."

"What do we have to do, then?" Draco asked.

"We're going to the Department of Mysteries. We need to make sure that Voldemort comes, too," I said. "If everything goes right, Umbridge will be sacked and our names won't be smeared all over the Daily Prophet."

"And if everything goes wrong?" Neville asked. There was silence.

"The let's make sure nothing goes wrong."

"So we're defying Professor Dumbledore, of all people?" Ginny said incredulously.

"If he won't listen to us, then yes," Hermione said.

"But why? What had Dumbledore ever done to us?" Ginny pleaded.

"Besides lie? Use me?" I asked. I promised myself that I wouldn't get angry.

"He's not that bad!" Ginny tried one last time.

"If you don't like it, join your brother," I said coolly.

"I think I just might." Ginny started to walk away, but then turned back. "You know, Minister Fudge is right. You're all just looking for attention." Within a minute, she had turned the corner and was out of sight.

"Maybe she left because of the nargles," Luna suggested. The rest of the group looked confused, but I simply sighed.

"Luna, I don't think she left because of the nargles, but I'm glad you're such a loyal friend," I said softly.

AN: I'll hopefully have the next chapter up within a few days (AKA probably tomorrow). Reviews are most welcome. :)