Please review if you'd like. Here's chapter 4, hope you enjoy :-) I will finish this story; It might be a long one, we'll see.

Luckily, the stroll to Trelawney's class was a breeze. They'd occasionally mumble about having to go see an old hag, and what kind of crazy magic they'd be learning, but, they'd reached her room before anyone else. So, they took a seat on the left hand side of the circular stair-like platform seating arrangement. Eventually, everone trickled in and Professor Trelawney came out of her office to sit down in front of the class and smile.

"Today, class . . ." She croaked slowly and paused as she looked at the students gathered around her. "We'll start off with our basic tessomancy. We've had trials in fourth year, so we're just going to go through the basics to see what you remember." She continued. "I believe it will jog your memory a bit." She nodded with a smile. Trelawney then passed out the mugs with the loose jasmine tea with a flick of her wand. "We're all familiar with auguamenti flagaration? Yes?" The Professor asked. It was the hot water incantation, they'd practiced it in charms since third year. They all nodded, except for maybe Neville. "Not only, class, is this a test of your divination skill and your improvement, but, let's see how advanced your control over your casting is."

The class got to their spellwork. It looked like the lot of them had weak streams anyway, since you have to not only produce, but heat water, it took a lot of magical energy. Harry had a large amount of boiling water streaming from his wand, but, he had very good precision so it didn't get everywhere and he only filled it as much as needed.

"Now, put your future into your cup with your magic. Let the secrets of your sould be revealed, as your fate is already in progress, students." Trelawney said ominously from her seat. They all cupped their mugs and focused.

"I'll start coming around the room to see your results." The Professor announced after a minute. She went around the room, asking the students what they interperated their scenes as.

"Mmhm, yes. I see . . . a figure eight . . . possibly an owl . . . Oh dear me, a skull! Ah, a fly . . . mhm." They could hear her mumble with the other students as she inspected the room. She drew closer to Harry and after a blonde girl and her squirrel, he was up.

"Ah, Harry. Let's see what we have." She said brightly.

"I've got what looks like a . . . uh cross, that's something like a rocky journey. Uh, a dove? Birds represent a deadly enemy, while doves connote peace. I have a little circle in the corner, that could be a sun- happiness." Harry finished.

"Very accurate, Mr. Potter! You've got a great memory for your symbology." The professor said brightly.

"Ah . . . Blaise . . . moon . . . Draco . . . Ah! Yes, quite, I agree. Oh, dear, that's a shame, but it looks like it will work out . . . Pansy . . ." Harry heard Trelawney tittering as she finished her sessions with the students. The Professor then took a seat at the front of the room finally, and spoke.

"Now I'll assign a little bit of work you may be able to finish during the class. A paragraph on the most impactful moment in divination history and what it means to you. Check the textbooks if you need a refresh." She assigned the class. They all got to work until the next period.

"I have to say, Trelawney is the most cryptic person I've known; she's trying to maker her assignments more psychological than they are. I wonder who the DADA teacher is." Draco commented mindlessly as they exited the class. Harry didn't have a good feeling about it. Then again, it's not like they'd had the best experience with their previous teachers. He just hoped they might learn something interesting, but it doesn't work that way. They were in the hall near the defence room, so the walk was short. They walked in unison to the defense against the dark arts room.

They reached the wooden door with the bat carved in the middle, nodded to one another, and entered the DADA classroom. When they looked around the medium-sized room, it was noticeable that the room had been renovated. The seating was different, and, most peculiarly, drab pink was the colour of the walls. There were even . . . pink pellucid drapes on the windows. It was certainly a downgrade, but it could be worse they supposed. Standing at the front of the room was a five-foot-something woman with brown hair, dressed in pink. She was organizing papers, seemingly unaware of the fact that they'd arrived. She then turned and flicked her wand at the chalk, spelling it to write on the board, and promptly sat down to further inspect her papers.

They chose a spot in the left corner, and watched the chalk move fluidly along the smooth surface of the blackboard. "PROFESSOR UMBRIDGE" it spelled out boldly at the top. "DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS-5TH YEAR" It finally got to finishing. The rest of the class slowly trickled in, and five minutes later, it was about full. The last few students arrived, and the teacher abruptly stopped writing with her pen, and placed it on the sheet she was writing on. She looked up at the class before her and smiled, with a little touch of grimace. Pointing to the board, she began her class.

"I'm to be regarded as Professor Umbridge as your instructor. As you know, we will be learning about Defense. Defense, against the dark arts. Arts we need protection from. I'll be teaching you all about the need-to-know kind of deal. Thus, it will be a lot of text work, class. Learning the tactics before you apply them is key! We`ll be going over some of the material you`ve done last year, now." The Professor introduced.

"So, we're all familiar with the tickling charm? Petrificus Totalus? Ah, well, open your books to page 144, so we can review our simple ways to daze our enemy." She instructed. The class was a bit confused at the request; Why were they bothering to go over facile work? They weren't complaining, though.

"So the assignment I have for you . . . Yes, three questions. Answer in proper paragraph form." Again, she flicked her wand and the chalk began to move by itself.

"1. In what scenario does one use (Pick a spell from pg. 11-15)

2. How do you reflect a spell? Disarm a wizard?

3. What is the best strategy to avoid conflict in general?"

The chalk finished writing.

"If you can grab your parchment and begin writing until the end of class, I'll leave you to it. Silently." The teacher then went into her office, leaving the class as promised to do their work.

"What a wierdo." Draco whispered to harry. They heard the sound of high heels come back into the room.

"Please, do try to be quiet, class." Umbridge said, stepping out of her office briefly and shutting the door. Draco somehow turned paler. Despite smirking to him, he was really worried that there was something off about her.

The class soon ended, and, they went to the common room to try and get some work in before dinner. They were all about the same in amount of work completed, and Harry had a fair amount done. They pulled out their 'history of magic' books and flipped to the page on Egor. Harry talked about the man's life after the summary. Hopefully he'd get that chunk out of the way and move on to the middle portion, he thought. He was ready to get it out of the way.