Harry, Ron, and Hermione were waiting ouside the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with the other Gryffindor fifth years. The door opened, and a high, girly voice instructed them to step inside.
Once they had all taken a seat, Umbridge came out from behind her desk.
"Wands away," she said.
"What?" said Harry, staring at her.
"Wands away," she repeated.
Harry reluctantly slid his wand into his book bag.
"Now, the Ministry of Magic-"
"Boooo!" Harry called, "The Ministry sucks!"
Umbridge shot him a glance, but continued. "-believes that a strictly theoretical knowledge of this subject should be sufficient. This course will be entirely written, and designed to aid you in your O.W.L exams. Which, after all, is what this is all about."
Harry squinted at her.
"Do you have a questioin to ask, Potter?" she asked.
Harry leaned back in his chair. "Nope. Nothing at all."
She smiled. "Good. Now I-"
"Voldemorts back," Harry coughed.
She quickly turned his way. "Pardon?"
"Hmm?" said Harry.
"As I was saying, I will now be-"
"Voldemort's back," Harry coughed.
Slowly, she turned in his direction. "Potter, do you have something that you would wish to share with the class?"
"Nope."
"Alright then, shall we-"
"Voldemort's back!" Harry shouted, flying forward and slamming his palms on the table.
Umbridge smiled, then turned to the rest of the class. "This is, of course, a lie."
Harry cupped his hands around his mouth. "Hear that Cedric? Voldemort's not back!"
"The Ministry of Magic has the utmost confidence that these are nothing more than rumors meant to scare the general public," Umbridge said.
Harry raised his hand.
Umbridge scanned the room hopefully, then turned to Harry, with a very forced little smile on her face.
"Yes, Potter?"
"What happened to Cedric, Professor?" he asked.
Umbridge turned once again to the rest of the class. "What happened to Cedric Diggory was a terrible, terrible accident."
Harry stood to his feet so fast his chair fell over behind him. He wrenched his shoe off his foot, and hurled it at Umbridge. "LIES!"
The door burst open behind him, and McGonagall swept into the room. She grabbed Harry by the arm, and dragged him towards the door.
"Help!" Harry shouted, "I'm being repressed! I'm being repressed!"
The door slammed shut behind him.
