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Chapter 20- Dolores Umbridge's First Lesson

Tensions were high the next day in Gryffindor Tower. Seamus and Harry had nearly kicked off the night before as Seamus believed Harry and Dumbledore to be mental. Adie had to admit that Seamus was being an idiot for believing the rubbish the Daily Prophet wrote, but there had been no need for Harry to nearly blow off.

They were now sitting in their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson of the term. Adie was talking yo Hermione when Padma Patil sent up a flying oragami bird. It swooped low over their heads and the girls giggled.

"Oh go on Seamus. Go on get it!"

Seamus stood up and smacked the bird but it fluttered upwards and out of reach. Crabbe knocked it with a slingshot and the paper bird wobbled over Harry and Ron's heads.

They all looked at it and then suddenly it burst into flames. The sizzled bird floated down, and landed pitifully on the Patil twins' desk.

"Good morning children."

The whole class looked to the back to see Professor Umbridge, dressed in pink (again). She smiled again sweetly and lowered her wand. As she walked between the desks, the witch waved her wand and spelt out what she wrote.

"Ordinary. Wizarding, Level, Examinations. O. ...more commonly known as Owls."

Umbridge stopped at the class front and smiled. Adie looked at Hermione who rolls her eyes a little. The professor continued.

"Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and the consequences may be severe."

With another flick of her pink encrusted wand, Umbridge sent text books floating round the class. The books landed heavily on desks and little particles of dust could be seen shooting into the air. Everyone studied the cover of the books and frowned.

"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know, from now on you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?"

Hermione had raised her hand. Her face looked puzzled.

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?"

"Using spells?"

It almost seemed funny to the new teacher.

"Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

She made it sound as if it was the most basic and simplest thing in the world. Adie lent on her new, useless book and watched a Ron tried to wrap his head around the concept.

"We're not gonna use magic?"

"You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk free way."

Harry looked mortified, and Hermione and Adie couldn't blame him.

"What use is that? If we're attacked, it won't be risk free."

Professor Umbridge turned her back sharply and barked.

"Students will raise when they speak in my class."

Harry glanced at Adie and then Ron. Both his friends shrugged. Adie fiddled with the end of her ponytail whilst the professor continued.

"It is in the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations which, after all, is what school is all about!"

She tried to smile away the tension, but Harry was having none of it.

"And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?"

Umbridge smiled, her eyes though revealed her worry and irritation. Adie hoped that Harry wouldn't push it.

"There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe, Lord Voldemort."

And once again the tension was back and worse than before. No one spoke, no one looked at Harry or Umbridge. The pink lady looked visible shaken and quite pale.

"Now let me make this, quite plain, you have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie!"

At this Harry snapped.

"Its not a lie. I saw him. I fought him."

Professor Umbridge turned sharply again and shouted at Harry.

"Detention, Mr Potter!"

Harry glared at her.

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?!"

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident."

Harry began to shout.

"It was murder. Voldemort killed him. You must know this!"

"ENOUGH!"

At last, Umbridge couldn't hold her temper back. Quickly composing herself, she looked down at Harry.

"Enough. See me later Mr Potter. My office."

And with that she let out another small giggled and smiled that sickly sweet smile.

The lesson went by rather quickly, as did the rest of the day. Adie watched as Harry trudged off to do his detention and shook her head. She looked at Hermione and Ron, who were discussing prefect stuff, and sighed.

"Its own fault, Adie. He knew he went too far."

"I know, but that woman is crazy!"

Ron hummed his agreement. Adie pulled out a book and kept an eye on the portrait hole. After a while she started picking at a hole in her jeans. Ron and Hermione began discussing some homework as Harry reemerged. It appeared as if he'd arrived just in time to see Fred and George's latest development. WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES.

"I'll do the introduction, that's all!"

Adie swung her legs off the sofa to let Ron and Hermione sit down. Harry was sat at the other end.

"Hermione, you're honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met. And if I'm ever rude to you again..."

"Shell know that you're back to normal!"

Ron chuckled.

"Shut up Adie."

Harry appeared to be absorbed in a very uninteresting book.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

He showed his visible hand to Hermione.

"Nothing."

Both Ron and Adie sat forward as Hermione pulled out Harry's other hand. She tugged up the sleeve and they all gaped. Scratched into the skin read "I must not tell lies."

"You've got to tell Dumbledore."

Harry withdrew his hand, shaking his head.

"No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction!"

Ron gawked.

"Bloody hell, Harry. The woman's torturing you!"

Adie nodded.

"If your parents knew about th-"

"I haven't got any of those have I?"

She flinched at his sharp tone. Hermione sighed.

"Harry, you've got to report this. Its perfectly simple. You're bei-"

"No it's not."

Harry looked at his friends.

"Whatever this is it's not simple. You don't understand."

He got up to leave.

"Then help us to!"

Harry just stalked off to the boys dormitory and said nothing. Hermioen looked at Ron and Adie. Both of them didn't know what to say. Ron shrugged.

"Just leave him Hermione, he'll come round. Wanna check out Fred and George's new snack boxes?"

"Sure!"

Hermione shook her head, so it was just Ron and Adie who went to investigate the twins' new creations. Ron looked at Adie.

"I dare you to try something!"

She grinned.

"Only if you do one too!"

Fred smirked as they walked over and George gave them both a quick glance.

"Hello hello hello! Wondered how long before you guys came our way!"

"Hey Fred. Hey George."

The twins grinned. George addressed his brother, as he knew that if he spoke to Adie there would be much blushing on his part.

"So what can we do for you? Interested in a Skiving Snackbox?"

Adie smiled at him.

"Well me and Ron are here to try one sweet and one sweet alone."

Fred nodded.

"Ah so you wanna lucky dip?"

"Pretty much."

The twin grinned deviously and delved into one of the boxes of sweets. Unbeknownst to Ron and Adie he pulled out a Fever Fudge and a Puking Pastel. George watched, knowing which sweet was which, as Ron and Adie took their choice from Fred's outstretched hand. Adie picked up the pastel whilst Ron got the fudge. The other twin readied a bucket.

"On the count of three."

Adie nodded.

"One. Two...three!"

They put the sweets into their mouths, chewed and swallowed. There was a moments pause. Ron looked at his brothers.

"Is something supposed to hap-"

"Oh my god you're nose!"

Ron's nose, and face, were covering in large, pus-filled blisters. Adie laughed at him until there was a twisting feeling in her stomach.

"Oh no..."

George thrust the bucket under her mouth as she began to vomit. Fred laughed hysterically as Ron went mental.

"THEY'RE HUGE...WH...H...ARGH!"

He turned his attention to where Adie was bent over a bucket. George had pulled her hair away from the line of fire and was rubbing her back.

"Don't worry, it doesn't last too long."

The girl looked up, very pale faced.

"I hate you guys."

George mocked a pained look.

"I am wounded!"

He blushed when Adie rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder. Then she quickly went back to the bucket. Fred chuckled.

"Aw you love us really!"

Rom glared at them as a blister exploded.

"That really is debatable right now!"

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