This Umbridge woman was getting on his last nerves. She had the audacity to show up in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not to teach actual defense but lectured about why defense was imperative for a young adult to learn.
Who in their right mind would teach about the history of Defense when what they needed was hands-on learning and practice of curses, jinxes and hexes. Granted, background information was necessary but it should not take up the whole class!
What Harry Potter would never know is why Umbrigde was so adamant to shut him up about Voldemort's return. He would not treat her words as if they were law, because they weren't. After all, it was true that he was going to return. Why would he lie about such a huge idea?
It's not a good idea to fight with her. You're in enough trouble as it is. Any more could get you in worse trouble, maybe even expulsion. Umbridge hates every fiber of your being, why purposely push it?
That voice in his head rang in his head, it sounded vaguely like an angry, nagging Hermione if she had aged five years. Harry wanted desperately to listen to that voice, he wanted so badly to back down, to live a normal life not as the Chosen One, the Boy-Who-Lived, but just as an average boy named Harry James Potter.
But he thought of his parents, Lily and James Potter, who died at the hands of Voldemort. Harry was an orphan because of You-Know-Who. Cedric Diggory's death was recent, more proof that Voldemort was on the rise. Cedric dying was unnecessary, as he was a brilliant student, a kind person and a talented Quidditch player. A whole war, the First War, broke out during Harry's parents time, probably just as horrible as the one about to happen during this era.
He looked at his hand, a scar that said faintly "I must not tell lies", all because Umbridge did not want to hear about Voldemort's imminent and obvious return. Harry gritted his teeth in rage. Dolores Jane Umbridge was going down, no matter what it would take.