I always figure out lots of thing to write here when doing different things. Short, random and funny things, but I always forget them.

Oh, well, enjoy.

Madam Puddifoot's was … well … not to Rebecca's liking. She and Peter stood together in the door opening and just gawked at the sight that met them. The place was pink, completely pink and cramped. It was decorated everywhere with frills and bows and over the round tables cherubs were hovering, throwing confetti.

"Let's get out of here", Rebecca said after she had gotten over the first shock.

Peter just looked at her for a second, then eyed the room again. "The faster the better", Peter said as he saw a stout woman approaching who most likely was madam Puddifoot herself.

The two turned around quickly and walked out of the teashop. It was however not as easy to avoid the place as Rebecca had hoped for. Madam Puddifoot followed them with short but quick steps. "I'm not full yet, m'dears", she said and grabbed Rebecca by the shoulder. "It just appears that way because the place is so steamy. There are a couple more tables left. Come on, come on."

Without even waiting for an answer she put a hand on both of them and gently pushed them towards the teashop. Four years ago Rebecca would definitely have been impolite enough to have protested but the hand between her shoulder blades kept her silent. She wasn't comfortable with the woman's touch at all and she tried to shake her hand off in vain several times.

Peter noticed how uncomfortable Rebecca was and mimicked a 'sorry' to her. Rebecca ignored him until madam Puddifoot pushed each of them on a chair. "I'll be right back", she chirped and went to take Harry's and Cho's order.

"Just remember that this was your idea!" Rebecca whispered to Peter with a glare as one of the golden cherubs threw confetti on her.

"I know!" Peter called out and buried his face in his hands. "Oh, damn."

Then, simultaneously, they started to laugh. The situation they were in was quite odd, they were surrounded by talking, laughing and kissing couples who seemed completely oblivious to anything happening around them. Only Rebecca and Peter were looking at their surroundings rather than at each other.

"Don't be shy", Madam Puddifoot said as she walked towards them. "Now tell me what you want."

Rebecca and Peter exchanged a glance. Ordering would mean that they were going to stay, saying no thanks would seem rather odd, even though it was what they both wanted. Rebecca didn't like the place, it was warm and cramped and the cherubs were annoying. She was feeling more and more like a locked up animal.

In that exact moment Cho Chang's voice was heard all over the place. "Go on, leave!" She was crying and Rebecca held back the urge to laugh. This would be interesting. "I don't know why you asked me out in the first place if you're going to make arrangements to meet other girls right after me … how many are you meeting after Hermione!"

The urge to hold back her laugh became harder as she saw Harry's expression and knew that he was going to make a mistake. She just knew it … and she was right.

"It's not like that!" he said and laughed, a great mistake.

Rebecca buried her face in her hands. "You foolish fool", she whispered.

Cho sprang to her feet. The whole teashop was looking at them with mixed expressions, pity, amusement and awe. "I'll see you around Harry", she said overly dramatic and left the shop crying as the rain poured down.

Now Rebecca really couldn't help it and chuckled softly. Madam Puddifoot threw her an angry glare and Rebecca chuckled even more. The truth was that she had expected something in that style. Without deeming either of them worthy of another glance madam Puddifoot walked away from them, her head held high.

"Cho!" Harry called after her, he threw a Galleon on the table and shook his head to get rid of the pink confetti, then he hurried after her.

"You think that's funny?" Peter asked and looked at the abandoned table.

"Yeah", Rebecca said, still chuckling. "I can't help it. That was bound to go wrong anyway."

"What makes you think that?" Peter asked with a frown.

"Have you ever seen the two of them talking to each other?" Rebecca wondered skeptically.

Peter shrugged. He hadn't paid attention to them. Rebecca stood up and left the tearoom, closely followed by Peter.

"Women", they heard Harry mutter while Cho was nowhere to be seen. He was walking down the street with his hands in his pocket and kept muttering to himself.

"That went great", Rebecca said from behind him and received an angry glare.

"Don't tell me about it", Harry growled and kept walking without looking back again. Rebecca however had no problems with the fact that Harry was ignoring her and together with Peter she just followed him. Not because she was interested in whatever Harry would be meeting Hermione for but because she really had no idea where to go. When Harry started to run they lost him though.

"Becca, look at that", Peter said and pointed towards Dominic Maestro's Music Shop. "Have you ever heard the music that they play in the wizarding world?"

Rebecca shook her head. Music was not something she had ever cared for, not in the non-magical world nor in the magical one. She had often heard people speak about how much music meant, but had never understood them. Her grandfather had always listened to classical music when he was working and Rebecca had never minded that but when Raphael had moved in with them so had heavier music. It had happened quite frequently that Raphael and her grandfather had held fierce but friendly discussions on the subject of music. The music itself had however never caused a single problem, without talking about it Raphael and her grandfather had come up with an agreement. When they were eating and when her grandfather was working the house would be filled with classical music, but when Raphael was working in the house during the weekends and when Rebecca's grandfather was unoccupied the house would shake under the music by Corroded and In Flames. Rebecca hadn't been able to understand what either of them saw in the music they listened to

"No", she answered Peter. "I never have."

"You should have. It's thoroughly entertaining. A popular band in the wizarding world are The Weird Sisters, trust me, the first time I heard them I could hardly stop laughing. They played at the Yule ball last year, they're good. Shall we go inside?" Peter asked.

Rebecca nodded. She could see no harm in it and she had to admit that she was slightly interested even though she in general rule didn't care for music.

The shop wasn't packed with students, but they weren't alone either. In a corner there were a lot of radios on a neat pile costing seventeen Galleon, two Sickles and a Knut. They adapted the music they played to a persons mood and received every station in all of Great Britain. Rebecca was rather sure that she and such a radio wouldn't get along at all. There were instruments everywhere playing some happy melody by themselves.

"Hey, Peter!" a man in his mid twenties called out from behind the counter. "Long time no see!"

Peter grabbed Rebecca by the hand and pulled her towards the counter through the shop cramped with instruments, radios and other items related to music in one way or another. She followed best she could without stumbling over something.

"Rebecca, this is Tony Maestro, I worked for him during the summer. He really needs all the help he can get, he's hopelessly clumsy. A master of every instrument you can think of, but clumsy with everything else", Peter said teasingly but Tony just smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"Dad would never allow me to help in the shop since I'd always drop or tip everything I touched", Tony said with a friendly smile. "The old man has been dead for two years now and I took over his shop. May his soul rest in peace", Tony said and reminded Rebecca somewhat of a seventies hippie. In a way he looked and sounded like one too. "So tell me, Rebecca, do you enjoy music?"

"I don't understand why some people feel such devotion towards it", she stated somewhat chilly.

"Aah, not cool, man. First time you bring a girl in my store Peter and she doesn't even know the importance of music", Tony said sounding extremely disappointed. Peter went red and glared at Tony who didn't get the hint at all. "I mean, how many wizards and witches haven't existed which created wonders without the help of a wand but with a guitar or with drums. It's the thing you can always rely on no matter what happens. Music, my friend, is holy", he preached.

"I still can't see why", Rebecca said coolly.

The look that appeared on Tony's face was close to desperation. "Why? Why? How is it possible that one can't feel the magic that The Weird Sisters create, or the love in the songs by Medieval Romance or … or ... " Tony started hyperventilating.

"Take it easy", Peter said and Tony searched under the counter for a paper bag. Apparently this wasn't the first time something like this happened. "He does that all the time", Peter explained. "He hates it when people don't share his opinion on music."

As soon as Tony breathed normal again he scoffed. "I don't mind what music people listen to as long as they can appreciate it!"

"Rebecca has never heard the music they play in the wizarding world. Can you let her hear some?" Peter wondered.

"Sure thing man, I've got some cool stuff in the back. Just wait until I close, than I'll let you see some good stuff." Tony winked.

Monday a week after the trip to Hogwarts early in the morning a large amount of owls entered the Great Hall and that in itself wasn't odd, many students received the Daily Prophet and each of them was eager for more news on the escaped Death Eaters but Yugi noticed that a large amount of the owls were acting different from usual.

Yugi, too, received a copy of the Daily Prophet and as expected; many sightings, no one captured. The anger in Yugi flared up but he didn't show it. He calmly took a sip from his still rather hot coffee but his hands were shaking. He was never sure what he felt anymore, everything was a blur of negative emotion. Very often it was guilt.

Atem could do little to help his lighter, feeling just as bad. He didn't speak anymore at all unless spoken to by Yugi first. He had felt like this only once before, when Yugi had sacrificed his soul for Atem. Then, too, no one had been able to reach through to him even though his friends had tried every way possible.

Then Yugi noticed another owl was coming their way. At first he didn't pay much attention, it happened that madam Hooch received post and thus the owl wasn't important. It was however when the owl landed in front of him and held out its claw that Yugi reacted. "You can't possibly be looking for me, can you?" Yugi whispered at the owl and checked the address just to be sure. Indeed, the owl was for him. Yugi removed the cylindrical package in brown wrapping paper with a note attached to it. Yugi took the note.

/How odd/ Yugi stated and Atem nodded as reply. /Indeed/

Yugi was surprised to find the note in Japanese and directly noticed it was from Rebecca. The girl might have been enough of a genius to learn to speak Japanese fluently already at the age of eight, but her kanji was still shaky. 'I thought you should read this before it gets forbidden. I thought you'd be interested.' Yugi raised an eyebrow, put the little paper down and moved on to the package. It turned out to contain a copy of the Quibbler.

/Why would Rebecca send me The Quibbler?/ Yugi wondered, not really asking anyone.

Atem pointed at the large red text on the front, his ghostly finger only visible to Yugi. HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST: THE TRUTH ABOUT HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED AND THE NIGHT I SAW HIM RETURN. /Do you think Harry was in on that?/

/I hope so/ Yugi said and opened the magazine. When he was halfway through he looked at Atem who was reading over Yugi's shoulder. /I think he was in on it/
Atem just nodded.

When Yugi was done reading he noticed the havoc the owls were causing at the Gryffindor table. More and more arrived at a faster rate than the students could get rid of them. Yugi didn't have to look to know who the letters were addressed to, clearly they were addressed to Harry. Fred, George, Luna Lovegood and Hermione were all enthusiastically helping Harry open the mail. Letters from readers, Yugi realized and smiled, he wondered what they said.

Harry hadn't come to Yugi's classes once since the Monday after the Christmas break but Yugi hadn't said anything about it, he hadn't expected it. He was just grateful that the boy had gathered himself enough to do something like this. He was impressed by the article.

Just like Yugi, the other teachers were also watching the havoc on the Gryffindor table that had made most Gryffindors leave the Great Hall, they however did not understand. Dumbledore seemed to be the exception though and the Headmaster smiled somewhat proudly. Umbridge was the first to react. She stood up and walked down the isle until she stood behind Harry.

"What's going on here?" she asked and her voice made the hairs on Yugi's back stand up. It was a voice he knew he wouldn't ever forget, false as it was. "Why have you got all these letters, mr Potter?"

One of the twins glared at Umbridge and spoke loudly. "Is that a crime now? Getting mail?"

"Be careful mr Weasley, or I shall have to put you into detention", Umbridge threatened him before turning back to Harry. "Well, mr Potter?"

Harry spoke lower than Umbridge and Yugi couldn't catch his words, but eventually Harry just handed her a copy of something that could be little else than The Quibbler.

Umbridge turned violet. "When did you do this?" she asked, sounding choked. Once again Yugi couldn't catch the answer. "There will be no more Hogsmeade trips for you, mr Potter. How dare you … how you could ..." Umbridge took a deep breath to calm herself down. "I've tried again and again to teach you not to tell lies. The message, apparently, has still not sunk in."

Yugi thought that this would be a good moment to intervene. He hadn't done such a thing for quite a period of time now, but he owed it to Harry. Yugi slipped from his chair unnoticed and made his way towards Umbridge. She didn't notice him coming, the students that had noticed just stared. The entire school was aware of Yugi's depression and the new teacher that had been so unbelievable colorful once had turned to a shade. Many of the students complained about him having lost his touch for teaching. Seeing him slander down the isle towards Umbridge now was something they had expected to happen when he had just arrived, not now anymore.

Yugi noticed the expecting smile that was forming on George's lips as Yugi approached, still unnoticed by Umbridge.

"... points from Gryffindor and another week worth of d ..." Umbridge raged, only to be interrupted by Yugi.

"I don't think that will be necessary. Do you?" Yugi wondered, his head held high. He was still shorter than Umbridge, but it didn't matter. He was far more intimidating than her when in this state of mind, he had gone a long way from the bullied kid to the person he was now.

The fear flashed in Umbridge's eyes. Yet she spoke: "How dare you? You are in no position to ..."

"You know damn well why I dare", Yugi hissed. "Your methods are despicable and I won't tolerate them. You might think you are superior to me, but you are not, I've never cared for ranks. In addition for that, nothing these students are doing breaks the rules of the school." Yugi looked up at Dumbledore and raised his voice. "Isn't that right?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly. Neither of the teachers at the staff table seemed to be willing to interfere in the minor showdown between Umbridge and the mysterious History teacher.

"I make the rules in this school!" she yelled, her high pitched voice unable to hide her fear. "You have no say in anything that happens in this school! You aren't even present, you show up at breakfast, dinner and in class, but otherwise you are a ghost!" Now it was pure fear that colored Umbridge's voice and her eyes were wide with that very same fear. "You pretend to be a harmless muggle but the things you can do are horrible. Worse than the worst curse, the darkest of powers! Even the students fear you!"

"That's not true!" a girl's voice called out from the other side of the room. Yugi glanced up and saw Tracey standing with both hands on the table. Her cheeks were red with anger. "He's been the only one who's had the guts to tell us the truth no matter how harsh it was! He's probably the best teacher we've ever had!"

The entire Great Hall just gawked at Tracey, who started to blush when she noticed that but she remained standing. Umbridge glared at her, forgetting her fear. "How dare you? Fifty points from Slytherin for your big mouth, you filthy half-breed! You shouldn't even be here."

Yugi sensed the surge that indicated that Atem intended to take over but Yugi stopped him. /No, they'll notice. I'll take care of this./

Yugi looked up at the staff table and as expected he saw anger flare in the Headmaster's eyes, but for some reason Dumbledore remained seated.

"Don't insult her!" Dean yelled angrily, "She's a hundreds time more worthy to be here than you! She was invited, I doubt you were! You are just an old hag consisting of prejudice and malice!"

Dean's way of talking to Umbridge was the most disrespectful Yugi had ever heard but he didn't care. In fact he agreed with Dean, more than Dean knew.

"Detention, the both of you!" Umbridge screamed, her face purple. "And you Mr Potter, and you mr Weasley and ..."

Yugi put his hands in pockets and glared at Umbridge. "Leave the students alone, Dolores." He was troubled by the outcome of this particular Monday morning. Some of the first years had tears in their eyes and were actually scared, however Yugi wasn't quite sure who they were scared of. "I said so earlier but I have noticed before that my words don't bite on you, however, my actions do. Heed my warning Dolores, you leave the students alone, they haven't broken a single rule and in addition to that they've proven of great loyalty to each other. I might not be part of this school, Dolores, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see it prosper. Just like you, I have my reasons to be here."

"And if I ignore your warning?" she asked, although her legs had started shaking again.

Yugi's eyes flashed with anger. "I think you know." He couldn't help but smile as Umbridge shuddered. Satisfied Yugi walked out the Great Hall, well aware that he had won this feud.

As Yugi had expected Umbridge didn't completely give up, instead a new decree appeared.

BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS:

Any student found in possession of the magazine The Quibbler will be expelled.
The above in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-seven.
Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor

The students however were far too clever and soon every student and teacher in the school had read the article. They disguised their copies with different sorts of magic and Umbridge never even noticed.

Yugi was unhappy about the fact that his tongue was bound by Decree Number Twenty-six otherwise he wouldn't have doubted to say something about the article but instead he just taught them about the true reason why Friday the thirteenth was a day of bad luck. The knight templars, a subject which fascinated the fifth years, although Yugi kept it to the actual historical facts and refrained from telling them about all the mysteries and legends that surrounded the order. It would be hard to make these children understand them since most of them knew nothing about religion at all and it would take far too long to teach them.

It was the first time for a while now that Harry attended Yugi's class but Yugi was glad. The student greeted him again when they passed him and the staff too, with exception of Filch, treated him more friendly than they had in a while.

The weeks passed. Yugi still didn't want to tell Rebecca what had happened but the showdown with Umbridge had been just what Yugi had needed. A reminder of why he did what he was doing. He wasn't exactly feeling better, but it was easier to walk the corridors of the school and be greeted by the many students.

It pleased Rebecca to see Yugi among people again, no matter how disappointed she was by the fact that he still kept everything to himself. Aside from the fact that she was worried about her friend she was also curious to know what had happened. Rebecca was hardly a saint.

Not only Yugi, but Harry too, was doing better. Harry had started taking remedial potions again and according to Ginny he hated it. He complained almost every night about the fact that Snape gave him headaches.

Simultaneously things were getting worse for Tracey. As parents started to find out about Tracey's condition more and more protest arose about Tracey being in the school, although the werewolf only was among the students during meal-times, but apparently that was enough for parents to want her out of the school. While there were loads of students and parents who did their best to get Tracey expelled there were also a lot of students who did their best to make sure she could stay. Especially the students in the DA fought for Tracey.

Tracey received howlers and other threatening sorts of post on daily occasion and eventually she reached a point that she simply didn't open her mail unless they had a colored string attached to them. She changed the code-color every week and did her best to keep the momentarily code hidden. The howlers she received she locked up in a magically enforced locker so they could explode without doing any damage and Tracey didn't have to open them.

Violence in the school increased too and Tracey was at the center of it. In less than a week she ended up in the hospital wing three times because someone hexed her. The hexes they used on her were the most terrible Rebecca had ever seen. When Tracey at a given moment was in the hospital wing for over a week due to her injuries they decided that Tracey under no circumstance should walk alone again. From that moment someone always accompanied Tracey, they took turns in following her around. It was mostly Dean but on occasion also Peter, Rebecca, Seamus and sometimes Luna. In the beginning Tracey had been thoroughly annoyed by her friends but as she got used to it and it turned out to actually help she quite enjoyed the company.

For securities sake Tracey now slept in the Room of Requirement and she joked with them about it, claiming she probably had the best room in the castle and bragged about the fact that she was the only student in the school with a private room. These jokes were essential to make Tracey's undeniable isolation bearable and especially Dean did as much as he could to be with her. Peter and Rebecca also spent a lot of time with the two of them.

Rebecca's and Peter's relation hadn't really changed that much despite their quite successful valentine's day. Ginny and Tracey had both been disappointed, but Rebecca just didn't want to change the relationship they had. It was fine just as it was and Rebecca didn't see the need to change it. Besides that, the thought of telling Raphael that she had started dating a guy was slightly … scary. Not that she would ever admit that, least of all to herself.

Everyone noticed that Snape's mood had hit bottom too. He was furious, partly because of the never-ending attempts to harm Tracey, partly because of things no one but Snape knew about. Tracey however kept proclaiming he was a good teacher, although impatient. Every time Harry heard that he just scoffed, clearly he disagreed.

Tracey now ate at the Gryffindor table and Rebecca joined her when she left for the library when commotion was heard in the Entrance Hall. It was screaming, a woman's scream. Tracey and Rebecca looked at each other, than took a run for it.

Already many students had gathered around and more were coming every second, they had formed a ring. Rebecca spotted several teachers, among them Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, in the crowd. A woman with a wand in one hand and a sherry bottle, an empty one, in her other hand was standing in the middle of the Entrance Hall. Rebecca didn't know how to describe what she saw. Professor Trelawney looked as if she was falling apart while she shrieked, two trunks looking pathetic were they had been thrown on the ground at Trelawney's feet. "No! No! This cannot be happening … it cannot … I refuse to accept it!"

Rebecca took a deep breath and most of all wanted to look away. Clearly Yugi's warning hadn't reached further than the students. Umbridge spoke, her amusement making Rebecca sick. "You didn't realize this was coming? Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrows weather, you must surely have realized that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable that you would be sacked?"

Rebecca saw that she wasn't the only one who looked disgusted, some others were looking frightened and many looked angry too. But the overall feeling in the crowd was shock. The entire school had been grateful that Yugi had saved them from Umbridge's terror, they hadn't expected that she would instead strike at the teachers.

"You c – can't!" Trelawney howled, crying now. "You c – can't sack me! I've b – been here sixteen years! H – Hogwarts is m – my h – home!" Slowly the Divination teacher sunk to the ground.

That last sentence could have broken Rebecca's heart, after all, she was quite a softy. But the way Professor Trelawney had sounded when she had spoken the word home. Rebecca wished she could feel such feelings for Hogwarts. How could anyone dismiss someone from their home like this? Then Rebecca spotted Yugi in the crowd. His expression clearly showed that he agreed with her but he didn't speak a word. He hid himself among the students, no one but Rebecca had noticed him yet. He was wearing a cape and the hood covered his conspicuous hair.

"It was your home, until an hour ago, when the Minister of Magic countersigned your Order of Dismissal. Now kindly remove yourself from this Hall. You are embarrassing us." The gloating joy in Umbridge's eyes was unmistakable and Rebecca wondered why Yugi didn't step forward. In that same instant someone did step forward, it was however not Yugi, it was Professor McGonagall.

She hastily walked towards Professor Trelawney, patted her on the back and handed her a handkerchief. "There, there, Sybill … calm down … blow your nose on this … it's not as bad as you think, now … you are not going to have to leave Hogwarts …"

Rebecca found Professor McGonagall quite brave to proclaim such a thing with Umbridge standing right next to her. "Oh really, Professor McGonagall? And your authority for that statement is …?"

"That would be mine."

Rebecca had only ever actually talked to the Headmaster once or twice, but she recognized his voice nonetheless. The crowd created a passage for Dumbledore as he approached Professor Trelawney.

"Yours, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge questioned and laughed. "I'm afraid you do not understand the position. I have here an Order of Dismissal signed by myself and the Minister of Magic. Under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, place upon probation and sack any teacher she – that is to say, I – feel is not performing to the standards required by the Ministry of Magic. I have decided that Professor Trelawney is not up to scratch. I have dismissed her."

Rebecca closed her eyes. This was sickening. How could anyone kick someone out in this manner with such a large audience. At least she could have dismissed Trelawney in private.

Professor Dumbledore however didn't seem bothered. "You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid that the power to do that still remains with the Headmaster …" Rebecca could have sworn that both Umbridge and Dumbledore hastily gazed in Yugi's direction at those words. " … and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continues to live at Hogwarts."

Then Professor Trelawney started to laugh, a laugh like that of a wild animal. "No – no, I'll g – go, Dumbledore! I sh – shall leave Hogwarts and s – seek my fortune elsewhere."

The expression of the Headmaster changed and became quit disapproving. "No. It is my wish you remain, Sybill." Dumbledore turned to McGonagall. "Might I ask you to escort Sybill back upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course. Up you get, Sybill ..." Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout helped Trelawney back on her feet and into the castle. Professor Flitwick hurried after with the trunks levitating in front of him.

Umbridge hadn't even had time to react to anything of what had just happened, she just stared at Dumbledore. "And what", she said eventually, "are you going to do with her once I appoint a new Divination teacher who needs her lodgings?"

"That bitch just wants to have the satisfaction to throw someone out", Tracey whispered in Rebecca's ear and Rebecca nodded.

"Oh, that won't be a problem", Dumbledore said, still smiling. "You see, I have already found us a new Divination teacher, and he will prefer lodgings on the ground floor."

A surge of whispers went through the crowd.

Umbridge went red. "You've found –? You've found? Might I remind you, Dumbledore, that under Educational Decree Number Twenty-two –"

"The Ministry has the right to appoint a suitable candidate if – and only if – the Headmaster is unable to find one", Dumbledore finished for Umbridge. "And I am happy to say that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you?" Dumbledore turned to face the open front doors and naturally so did everyone else.

Hooves approached and those nearest the front doors hastily cleared a path for the newcomer. Murmurs flooded through the Entrance Hall as they all waited for the newcomer to arrive. Rebecca gawked as a man with white-blonde hair and blue eyes entered, his torso was attached to the palomino body of a horse.

"This is Firenze. I think you'll find him suitable." Dumbledore said cheerful to a thunderstruck Umbridge.

Neither Umbridge nor the students reacted. They all just stared at Firenze who now stood in the middle of the Entrance Hall, examining the students. Then more hooves were heard and the surprise among the students grew. Umbridge glared accusing at Dumbledore, however Rebecca could tell that this time Dumbledore, too, was surprised.

These hooves sounded heavier, more ominous. Firenze had surprised them, but the centaur that entered the Entrance Hall now indulged fear. Entire he was far more muscular than Firenze and without a doubt lacked all grace. His torso was pink and his bony face stood in great contrast to his body-builder like torso. His head was a skull with skin pulled over and his short straw blonde hair was thin, as if he had suffered of famine for a long time. His torso was joined to a chestnut body of a robust horse. In one hand he carried a sickle, the sort to fight with. What worse was, Rebecca knew exactly who this was.

Her gaze met Yugi's. She wasn't the only one who recognized the newcomer.

Dumbledore spoke. "Can I request of you to put down the weapon." The second centaur turned and looked at Dumbledore, then he shook his head.
Without even looking back he turned around and started walking circles carefully examining the gathered crowd. When he reached Rebecca he stopped, turned and looked her in the eyes. Rebecca didn't look away but the students around her, except for Tracey, backed away hastily.

"Is he here?" he asked eventually and spoke slowly.

Rebecca nodded. "Naturally. You are however not supposed to be here. Go back."

He shook his head. "I don't want to! Do you know what it is like?"

"I've been told", Rebecca said and looked down at the floor in shame. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are!" he yelled angrily and raised himself on his hind legs. Rebecca remained standing while Tracey backed away. "But none of you can do anything! All any of us can do is wait. Waiting in eternal darkness! Be prepared, little girl." Then he raised his voice so that everyone could hear him clearly. "All of you, be prepared! Darkness is among you and sorrow is forging his army!" He turned away from Rebecca and walked towards the middle of the Entrance Hall until he stood next to Firenze. "That is my prophecy!" With those last words he left the building in gallop. Halfway out the front doors he vaporized, shattered into tiny bits of darkness.

Yugi had already left the audience and Rebecca wasn't about to stay. She took advantage of the overall shock and left the Entrance Hall at once. For a moment she considered going to Yugi's room but knew that he wouldn't talk to her now. Instead she made her way down the stairs leading towards the Hufflepuff common room and tickled the pear on the painting of a fruit bowl. She quickly made her way down the staircase hidden behind the painting.

Dobby was the first one to notice her. "Miss Hawkins, ma'am?" All the elves looked up and stared for a second, then they all started bowing and curtseying. Many of them tried to hand her fruit, candy and complete dishes but she turned them all down. "No thank you", she said, "I just need a place to sleep for tonight."

This chapter reaches over several weeks. You'd hardly notice but it's actually quite funny how much time passes in only once chapter in OotP. Over a month must have passed from the beginning of this chapter to the end of it.

Kinda cool, isn't it?

Mystic Horseman, one of Kaiba's monsters and without a doubt one of the shadow creatures since he appeared in the Memory World Arc.

Surely, something most be worth reviewing.