Storm
A/N: New Harry Potter/ Twilight crossover! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Storm is fully based off me, but that's it. :D
Oh, and she looks like Hayley Williams, because she's pretty and epic. Lol, and there will be a lot of My Chemical Romance reference in this story, because my life practically revolves around them! :D
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I made our way into Umbridge's classroom. It was pink, but she was no where in sight. I scoffed as I took a seat next to Harry. We all pulled out our wands, when we heard the door open and close.
"Well good afternoon," she said with fake cheeriness once we had all sat down.
I didn't say anything. Some people lazily mumbled "Good Afternoon."
"Tut, tut," Professor Umbridge said and shook her head. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!' One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"
"Good afternoon Professor Umbridge," we chanted back at her. I did it extremely sarcastically.
"There, now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" It most defiantly was. "Wands away and quills out please." This didn't sound much like a lesson. What's Defense Agasinst the Dark Arts without wands.
"Read on the blackboard that we were to copy down. 'Defense Against the Dark Arts A Return to Basic Principles."
"Well, now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge said as she faced us, the class. "The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L year."
"You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following please."
More words appeared on the board once she rapped it with her wand. Everyone in the room copied down the words and it was said that everyone had a copy of the book that had been assigned. I doodled on my paper, I could copy off Hermione later. If it was important that is. She told us to read the first chapter. It was a long chapter, so I occupied myself by making myself look like various animals. Harry laughed at me. Hermione, although we were all instructed to read the boring text, had her book closed shut and her right arm high in the air.
"Did you want to ask something about the chapter dear?" Professor Umbridge asked after several minutes, in that too-sweet voice. It made my stomach twist.
"Not about the chapter, no," Hermione admitted. I stopped my animal changing, I was a molting bird, to listen.
"Well, we're reading just now. If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."
"I've got a query about your coarse aims," Hermione said.
Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows and said, "And your name is—?"
"Hermione Granger," she told the professor.
"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them though carefully," said Umbridge with a splenda sweet voice.
"Well, I don't." said Hermione bluntly. "There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells."
Silence, that's what we were met with.
"Using defensive spells," Umbridge said, laughing as if she'd just said that there was a gorilla eating a tuna on her desk. "Why, I can't imagine any situation in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during my class?"
"We're not going to be using magic?" Ron asked rather loudly.
"Students raise their hand when they wish to speak in my class. Mr.—?"
"Weasley," Ron said as he threw his hand into the air. I leaned back and smirked.
She turned her back and Harry, Hermione, and Ron all had their hands high into the air.
"Yes Miss Granger? You wanted to ask something else?"
"Yes," Hermione said. "Surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells?"
"Are you a Ministry-trained expert, Miss Granger?" asked the Professor.
"No, but—"
"Well then," she cut off Hermione. "I'm afraid you're not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you have devised our new program of study. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way—"
"What use is that?" Harry asked, suddenly. She was about to say hand, but he butted in.
"If we're going to be attacked it won't be risk free." I silently agreed.
"Hand, Mr. Potter," snapped the toad in a sing-song kind of way. I wanted to wring her neck at that point.
The Pink Bitch ignored him but several more people had their hands up in the air now.
"And your name is?" she asked Dean.
"Dean Thomas," he answered her.
"Well, Mr. Thomas?"
"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it? If we're going to be attacked it won't be risk-free—"
"I repeat do you expect to be attacked during my classes?"
"No, but—"
"I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed—not to mention, extremely dangerous half-breeds."
"If you mean Professor Lupin, he was the best we ever—" Dean Thomas began to say but got cut off once again.
"Hand, Mr. Thomas! As I was saying—you have been introduced to spells that have been complex, inappropriate, to your age group, and potentially lethal. You have been frightened into believing that you are likely to meet Dark attacks every other day—"
"No we haven't, we just—"
"Your hand is not up Miss Granger!"
Hermione put her hand and up Pink Bitch turned away.
"It is my understanding that my predecessor not only preformed illegal curses in front of you but he also preformed then on you—"
"Well, he turned out to be a maniac, didn't he?" said Dean. "Mind you we still learned loads…"
"Your hand is not up, Mr. Thomas," Pink Bitch screeched. She should really give up now. Hasn't she guessed that we are not going to shut up? "Now, it is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be more sufficient to get you through your examination, which, after all, is what school is all about. And your name is?" she added as she looked to Parvati Patil.
"Parvati Patil, and isn't there a practical bit in our Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L.? Aren't we supposed to show that we can actually do the countercurses and things?"
"As long as you have studied the theory hard enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions," Pink Bitch said.
"Without ever practicing them before?" said Parvati in shock. "Are you telling us that the first time we'll get to do the spells will be during our exam?"
"I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough—"
"And what good's theory in the real world?" said Harry with his fist in the air.
"This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world," she said.
"So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting out there?"
"There is nothing waiting out there, Mr. Potter."
"Oh yeah?" His temper is going over the top. I'd better step in.
"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?"
"You." I said softly. No one heard me.
"Hmm, let's think… maybe Lord Voldemort!" A gasp, a scream, and a topple had occurred in reaction to the damn name.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."
Silence, that's it. Everyone was looking at either Harry or Pink Bitch.
"Now, let's make a few things quite plain. You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead."
"He's not dead you psychotic lady!" I shouted. She glared at me.
"Who are you?" sneered Umbride.
"Storm Black. I'd say I'm pleased to meet you, but to be honest I'm not." I snarled.
"He returned!" Harry spoke out of anger.
"Mr.-Potter-you-have-already-lost-your-House-ten-points-don't-make-matters-worse-for-yourself," said Pink Toad-Face in a hurry. "As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie!"
Oh fuck.
"It is NOT a lie! I saw him, I fought him!"
"Detention, Mr. Potter! Tomorrow evening, five o'clock, my office. I repeat,this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark Wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am you friend. And now, you will kindly continue reading, page five, 'Basic for Beginners.'"
Pink Bitch sat down at her desk again. Harry stood up though. Fuck.
"Harry, no!" Hermione whispered and tugged on his sleeve.
"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead on his own accord, did he?" Harry said.
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident," she said.
"A tragic accident!" I screeched. "How the fuck do you suppose he died? Did the wittle branches huwt him. Open your bloody eyes! It was Voldemort!"
"Twenty Points from Gryffindor Black!" shouted Umbridge. My hair was literally on fire by this point.
"Voldemort killed him!" Harry said.
"Detention Mr. Potter! My Office, tomorrow at 5 o'clock." screamed Umbridge. Oh hell no.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed. The class fell silent, and her eyes narrowed. "You psychotic bitch!"
"Detention for you too, Black. Come here, both of you brats." snarled Umbridge. I nearly punched her. Instead I made a scene of stomping up there, my hair still burning without actually burning. Harry kicked his chair aside and made his way over to us. She handed us a roll of parchment.
"Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear," she said and shooed us away.
"Call me dear again and I'll show you that there is nothing dear about me." I snarled. She glared at me. Together Harry and I stomped down the hallways in pissed off silence.
A/N: Long Chapter:D Lol, I said that the detention would be in here but that'll be in the next one. Along with the Cullens. So as you can tell, storm is a take no shit kinda girl. You will see that majorly next chapter. She's mouthy too. Just like me :D lmfao.
