A/N: HEY PEOPLE! Time for chappy 13! As usual, I have some good news, and some bad news.
The good news is, congratulations! If you reviewed, you got a free pensieve!
The bad news is, if you didn't review, you get turned purple! That will be awkward…
Onto chapter 13!
Harry's mouth fell open. Umbridge was the one who stole his elder wand? He quickly tried to duck back into the pensieve, nut it was no use. The memories were gone from it.
He slowly looked into the face of Umbridge.
"You! You stole my elder wand!" Harry cried.
"Elder wand, this is?" sneered Umbridge, cackling. Harry was confused. Umbridge cackled?
"No one shall know about this" Umbridge announced. She stepped closer to Harry, so he could smell her disgusting perfume. And with that, she left, still clutching his Elder wand. Harry was staring after her, in shock.
"So let me get this straight" Ron announced that evening, after everyone had already gone up to bed, except Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Umbridge was the one who stole your wand?"
"She was holding it and standing in my room" Harry announced. "Who else would it be?"
Ron shrugged, sitting back in his seat and sliping his arm around Hermione.
"Are you sure it was her though?" asked Hermione, looking very puzzled.
"Positive! Why?"
"It…" she sighed, confused. "This just doesn't add up!"
"Why not?" Ron asked. "She's a creepy evil toad. Why WOULDN'T she steal from Harry?"
Hermione sighed, impatiently. "She didn't steal just to steal, Ron. It was the Elder wand she stole."
"And?" asked Harry.
"Obviously she doesn't just want it to cast spells, Harry. She wanted that wand for something really bad."
The next morning, Hermione was one of the first ones up. She went into the Great Hall early. Only a few Slytherins were there. Hermione took her usual seat at the table, and pulled her charms book out of her bag, quickly flipping to the page with the duck. There was a response: I disagree. Many people admire you. You just don't seem to notice that people notice you. I admire you. As for Ron Weasley, I do know him. And I think you deserve better.
Hermione was very confused as she read the response, quickly picking up a quill to reply: I'm very flattered that you notice other people admire me, and that you do too. But who are you to tell me who is good for me or not? Ron is perfect for me.
She closed the book, quickly shoving it back into her bag as she saw students filing in for breakfast, which appeared on the tables in an instant. Hermione hastily grabbed some toast and jam.
Soon enough, she was joined by the rest of the Gryffindors. As Ron greeted Hermione with a kiss on the cheek, she wondered who would possibly think that she deserved better than him! Hermione had also come to the conclusion that this person wasn't sneaking into her bag and writing responses. She supposed whoever was writing to her had probably charmed the book so words would appear on it.
"Mione, you okay?" asked Ron.
"I'm fine, Ronald. Just a lot on my mind." Hermione replied.
Harry sighed, glaring at Umbridge, who was sitting at the Staff table. "She's got my elder wand. She's got it. It's in her pocket right now."
"I still have no idea what she's up to" muttered Hermione.
"Me neither. Evil toadface." Ron announced.
"Who's an evil toadface?"
They turned around to see Ginny, who was standing with Luna behind them.
"Umbridge" muttered Ron.
"Hello everyone!" Luna announced, beaming at the whole Gryffindor table. Most of the Gryffindors looked a little freaked out and started backing away from Luna. She smiled at them.
"Harry" announced Luna. "I was wondering if you can do an interview for the Quibbler next Hogsmeade weekend!"
Harry was taken aback. "Uh…sure. What about?"
"Dad would like to hear about your expericances last year." Luna replied, smiling at him.
"Oh…alright" Harry replied. "I'll be there? Meet at the three brooksticks?"
"Oh…" Luna said, dreamily. "If you don't mind, I'd rather have it in the Hog's Head. The three brooksticks is swarming with nargles!"
"Sure" Harry announced. "Hog's head is fine."
Luna nodded, and took her place at the Ravenclaw table.
Ginny sat next to Harry. Harry blushed. She was sitting really close to him.
"Hey Harry" announced Ron. "When are you gonna try out for quidditch?"
"Oh, I dunno" muttered Harry. "If I have one more match with everyone gawking at my face, I will explode."
The two boys eventually started rambling on about quidditch, which Dean and Seamus joined.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Quidditch. All boys talk about."
"Give them a break" announced Hermione, who was gazing at Ron across the table. "They can talk about it."
"If you say so" announced Ginny. "Going to Hogsmeade with anyone?"
"Oh, I hope Ron asks me" Hermione announced, wistfully. "That would be nice."
"You HOPE?" laughed Ginny. "You're dating, aren't you?"
Hermione turned a light shade of pink.
"Did you hear Cho today?" asked Hermione, eagerly waiting to change the subject. "She was ranting for 20 minutes straight!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Please. Listening to Cho rant for 20 minutes is like slamming my head in a door for 20 minutes and leaving it there."
Hermione silently laughed. Ginny had always been mad about Harry and Cho dating.
Ginny continued scowling, but suddenly peered over Hermione's shoulder.
"He's looking at you AGAIN!"
"Who?" asked Hermione, conpletely confused.
"Turn around."
Hermione turned towards the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy had been looking at Hermione but as soon as she turned around, he looked away.
"What is up with him doing that?" asked Hermione. "It's embarrising! My bag can't be that interesting!"
"Your BAG?" asked Ginny. "Honestly Mione, you need to give yourself more credit!"
Hermione frowned, glancing at Ron, who was still chatting with Harry, Dean, and Seamus She turned to look at Draco, whose eyes were on his plate, but his face was turning red.
Ginny smirked. Hermione looked confused.
Harry decided to go to Umbridge's class early. He wondered if she would be in her classroom. Maybe he could find out what she was up to with the his elder wand if he could spy on her.
Harry peereed into Umbridge's clasroom, and nothing prepared him for what he was about to see.
The person sitting at the desk was wearing Umbridge's clothes and sipping Umbridge's tea, but they weren't
Umbridge.
Harry had a closer look. "That can't be her" he muttered. He pressed his face against the glass, and gasped.
The person sitting at the desk wasn't sipping tea at all. They were sipping from a glass-filled with polyjuice potion.
A/N: HEY PEOPLE! Loved that cliffie and hope you all enjoyed chappy 13! R/R!
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