A/N: Oh my God 100 chapters...To be fair, I didn't think I'll make it this far, but I'm really glad I did. Because I got to do this thing that I really like and develop a simple idea into a story. Thanks for supporting me. Now, here's another chapter. Enjoy

Chapter 100: Cat out of the bag

The next time we had a Hogsmeade weekend, I went on a date with Cedric. I was surprised, as I thought he was with Cho, but apparently he didn't like her that way. The day was ok overall, but not incredible.

When we got back to the school, we had a meeting. Looking at all the people in the room, I felt accomplished, to have helped them and myself during the course of a few months, to have progressed so much.

Our happiness and pride caused by the evolution of everyone in the DA was about to be crushed to prices, along with the souls of the weak ones probably. When Dobby entered the Room of Requirement, we weren't ready for what he said.

"Harry Potter, she...she..."

"Who is she Dobby?"

"The High Inquisitor."

"Oh no..."

*BOOM*The wall in the back of the room cracked and we heard a squeaky voice saying satisfied: "Bom-barda!"

*BOOM*The crack got bigger

"Everyone get OUT NOW!"

The first and second years were helped to get back to their common rooms by older students. Right as the wall shattered, I remembered about the list of members and waved my hand towards it, causing it to catch fire.

"Aguamenti!" Umbridge managed to save less than a quarter if the page, but it was enough to have the name of the group, which would probably cause Fudge to get even more convinced that Dumbledore was training students to take down the ministry. The Inquisitorial Squad members dragged us out of the room and up to the Headmaster's office.

Crabbe and Goyle got Harry and Ron, Millicent Bullstrode Ginny, Parkinson Hermione, Theo had Neville, Blaise Luna and Draco me. The whole walk he didn't say a word and his hold on my upper arm got progressively tighter. His nostrils were flared by the time we got there, and the efforts he was making not to look at me were inhuman.

"What happened?"

"Draco, are you ok?"

"What the hell is happening?!?"

What did I do to get him to act like that? I looked over to Blaise, confused, but the look on his face was one of annoyance and maybe a little bit of desperation. But he said nothing.

In the headmaster's office, we met Kingsley, another Auror, Fudge, Dumbledore and Marietta Edgecombe, who was hiding her face in her palms.(We later learned it was because her forehead was full of red pimples forming the word SNEAK)

After a quick chat in which the headmaster admitted to have organised the DA, they wanted to take him to Azkaban. They of course failed and Dumbledore disappeared in a cloud of fire and smoke along with Fawkes.

Fudge named Umbridge headmistress and left. When she tried to enter the office to put her things inside, she couldn't get past the gargoyle, who kept telling her she wasn't the real headmaster and was banned from the tower. So she set up her own little office that gave you headaches the moment you got in. The woman had an unhealthy obsession with pink.

The next two weeks were, in one word: HELL.

She put everyone on the saved DA list in detention every ninght for ten days straight. The amounts of Murtlap essence Madame Pomfrey managed to make were unbelievable, but we didn't complain, it was helping a lot. Luckily, the twelve people whose names they managed to read weren't under third year, so the little ones were safe. But seeing all the pained looks on the faces of my torture partners hurt more than carving words into my own hand. Harry had already gone through this, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were strong, Neville was surprisingly tough, but poor Luna was crying the first time we got out of there. She kept biting her lip during the session, and breathing deep, but it didn't help much. Dean and Seamus left the room leaning on each other, and were not in the common room when we got there.

A lot of the pain was caused by not knowing what was going to happen. I genuinely thought that after Minnie confronted her, she also took the Quills away. But apparently she didn't.

We became awfully quiet, all of us.

Ginny stopped the sarcastic comments and dropped out of the Quidditch team, as she couldn't focus anymore.

Fred and George didn't play big pranks anymore and they mostly kept to themselves.

Ron wasn't eating as much anymore and even started doing his homework every day.

Hermione was deeper in books than ever before and couldn't find the power to scold anyone anymore.

Harry and I were completely horrified of what that woman was going to do next. The dreams intensified, him and I both dreaming the corridor every few nights now.

Luna was...she just seemed broken. Bags appeared under her eyes, she talked even less than before and wasn't so cryptic anymore. Her voice became rough from crying probably and the wounds on her pale hand were the most visible out of us all.

We were paying attention to classes, not really fighting it anymore. Draco was still mad, and Blaise wouldn't tell me why( "When he stops being such a bullheaded fool, he'll tell you himself.")

Sirius and Remus were trying their best to cheer us up, ever since we told them through the mirror what was happening. Not even Tonks' funniest faces could break through the wall of desperation Umbridge built.

I didn't know how this happened. She did this to us before, so why were we like this? Nothing was able to raise emotions in me anymore. On the Hogsmeade trip, when we were walking through the village, all the colours seemed dull, unlike the bright ones we were used to. The big dinners with the whole school in the Great Hall only gave me headaches. It was pointless, everything. She broke us, fast and violent. And the worst thing was how pleased she was with the result.