Hey. So I deleted the last chapter because I didn't like the way I sped through the plot. I skipped a few chapters that I was planning on writing and I feel that the story would be better with a change of course. I'm so sorry if you read the previous chapter and are now gonna be confused or if you really liked it. I also changed the timeline of the story to fit the plot better. Instead of it being their 6th year it will be in their 5th year now. I'm such a dupe for changing so many things but oh well. I hope you guys are having a great week.

(I underlined those portions because I know some people don't read the whole thing. I know I never really do :)

Hermione tried to make it back to the dormitories before Baz closed the painting door. She had taken Harry's cloak to find Crookshanks, her cat, who had the tendency to walk the halls at night. She didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, Crookshanks leaped from her hands at the wrong time. Creeping back into her bed she wondered why Snape didn't blow when he found a Gryffindor out after curfew or why Baz was coming back without his lost book in hand. Her thoughts slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

Baz was utterly exhausted, he dragged his feet along the halls as he sluggishly reached the Headmaster's quarters. Every week Baz would report his findings, if he had any, to the professor about the progress of the vampires. It was only two weeks into school, and Baz was already feeling like he was falling behind on his job. He took nightly trips to the woods hoping to find something, but he never wandered too deep to discover anything relevant.

When Baz pushed the door open he noticed that the headmaster was not alone. She stood behind a chair, a thick stalky old woman dressed from head to toe in all pink.

"Please understand that the school- Ah Basilton! Come in my dear boy. Professor, may we talk about this matter another time? There is someone I would like for you to meet."

The old woman turned. She had a flat face, her brown and white hair pulled into perfect round lumps down her shoulder. When she smiled, her lips reached from cheek to cheek, making her skin pull along her face. Baz had to force himself not to recoil in on himself. The woman bared the resemblance of a toad that wore too much makeup.

"Professor this is Basiltion, he will be one of your students. Basiltion this is Professor Umbridge, she will be your Dark Arts teacher.

"So pleased to meet you, dear. I look forward to seeing you in my class later on today." She hurried herself out nodding to Dumbledor. The echoing of her heels bounced in the hallway.

"Professor." Baz greeted himself to the old headmaster and sat down in the second chair. He found that he liked that one better than the other.

Dumbledore settled himself behind the desk, rearranging books, paper, trinkets, and feathers. "So sorry about that. Anything new to report?"

Baz shook his head, "No sir, I'm so sorry. I go to the woods every night, but I never go too far from the school. I fear I won't be able to find my way back if I went any deeper."

"I completely understand. Those vampires are everywhere and also nowhere. Biscuit?"

Baz grabbed for one of the pasteries on the corner of the desk. "So we're getting a new teacher?"

"Ah. Yes, Professor Umbridge is from the ministry. She's technically qualified to work here. And, seeing how we are in a desperate need for a Dark Arts teacher nowadays." Dumbledore lowered his glasses to look at Baz more seriously. "Professor Umbridge is the only teacher here that doesn't know of our agreement. As far as she knows you are just another student. We would like to keep it that way."

"But she's from the Ministry. Shouldn't she know already?"

"Due to her negative stance on your kind of, type. She was never told."

Baz's skin crawled, "I understand." Baz didn't understand. Type? He obviously meant half breed but still, it did hurt to hear Dumbledore say it as if it was a choice. Like he would choose to be like this, chose to be judged by people who never knew him. Pushing his feelings down Baz made sure his face was expressionless, making sure he didn't see how he truly felt.

"Now as for your mission, you shouldn't be out late. It will spoil your sleep. Go to Hagrid about the woods, I am sure he has a map of the place."

And with that Baz made his way back to the halls, pastry still in hand.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still at the mess table when Baz came back.

"Hey, guys." Baz swung his legs over the stool.

"Where were you this morning mate?"

"Headmaster's."

"Dumbledore asked for you?" Harry asked, a hint of jealousy in the tone.

"He just wanted to know how I was adjusting to the new school."

Harry seemed to have accepted the answer.

"So, turns out were getting a new teacher." they all turned their attention to him now. Even Hermione who was reading a book about ancient ruins turned her head to listen in. "Her name is Professor Umbridge, she's out new Dark Arts teacher." Their reactions consisted of yelling outrageous comments. And Harry just walked up and left.

"I can't believe that toad got a job here!" Hermione got up and walked over to Harry who was on the other side of the room getting a muffin.

"I'm sorry did I miss something?"

"That's right you weren't here when the sorting was going on," Ron added. "she works for the Ministry, a terrible woman that one is. Made the most irritating speech when she cut off Dumbledore."

"What about Harry?"

"Oh, Harry? Beef with her branches all the way down to last summer. It's a long complicated story, trust me I could write a book about it, that's how long it is."

Harry and Hermione walked back over. "We should get going we have class in a few minutes."

The classes were a breeze... for the three previous Hogwarts students. The first couple of weeks were a review of last year. The teachers would go over subjects Baz never even heard about. The day was a blur until the last class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

They walked into the Dark Arts class, "Please place all wands in your bags." Umbridge chirped. Students shuffled in one by one and placed their wands in their bags. "Now, I am Professor Umbridge and I am your new teacher. There will be no talking out of turn, no wands, and all respect is to be given to me. If any of these rules are broken there will be consequences."

Hermione rose her hand, "Why no wands? Won't we be needing magic?"

"We will not be using magic but will be reading the theories, Miss?"

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Well, miss Granger I did not give you permission to speak. That will be 10 points from Gryffindor."

"But-"

"20 points."

Harry rose his hand, "Yes?"

"How are we gonna protect ourselves from the dark arts if we don't practice?"

"If you study the theories well enough you will be fine. Nothing is ever gonna happen."

"How can you say that when Voldemort is out there!"

Kids whispered to one another. Baz didn't know who they were really talking about but didn't want to press the moved from her desk and was now standing impatiently in front of their table. Her lips began to curl, her eyes showed annoyance. "He who must not be named is dead Mr. Potter, and I will not have you spreading such rumors around my classroom."

"I saw him. We all know he's back! He killed Cedric!"

Umbridge's face was bright as a tomato, "Stop with these lies. 50 points from Gryffindor!"

A raven girl's hand went up next. "Yes?"

"What about the vampires in the woods?"

"What about them?"

"Shouldn't we be studying to protect ourselves from them?"

"Those are nothing but stories passed down in the halls. Even if we had vampires on our grounds we would be able to handle them easily." The sourness in his tone made Baz's face boil.

"Anything else?"

The room was silent for a minute. Then Baz rose his hand slowly.

"Yes, Mr. Pitch?"

"What evidence is given?"

"What?"

"What evidence is given that there isn't vampires or Voldemort isn't back. It seems that Harry and the others have somewhat evidential statements. You just denied them. It wasn't a proper counterpoint."

"Are you insulting me?"

"No mam just pointing out the obvious."

"Well then, if you and Mr. Potter are so dedicated to your lies then you both may see me in detention for two weeks. And 50 points taken from Gryffindor."

When no one else had anything else to add, all the students opened their books and began to read.