Chapter two - Beta'd 5/5/04
After attending the History of magic, which was dull as always and playing hangman with Ron, which Hermione frowned and reprimanded the two for it.
"As I said before, see if I will give you the notes for your O.W.L.s to study from!"
"And kill your conscience Hermione?"
"I don't really appreciate how you two treat me!" she said indigintaly.
Harry sighed at the two people arguing again. "Guys, cut it out, you two are arguing again." Which caused them to shut up, but Hermione didn't pay attention to them for the rest of period. Then after History of Magic, came Potions, which the three dreaded. But Harry dreaded even more, since it's the first time he'll have seen Snape after the talk they had. The trio went to their usual seats in the back of the room and talked amongst themselves.
"You know, Fred and George are acting kind . . . of weird lately," Ron said, looking around the room.
"How so?" Harry asked.
"You're right Ron, they've been quiet all last week, which was our spring break."
"They said that why waste our liesure time, and when people needed that to study for the O.W.Ls, and they said that they have something big planned tonight . . ." Ron whispered to them.
"I wonder what that could be . . ." Hermione said, "It better not disrupt our lessons."
"They said they won't, Fred said it'll be after the last lesson ends."
"Oh, well that's good, anything to get Umbridge," her eyes flickered with rage. Then at that moment, Snape came in.
"Good day students, we will be doing pratical today, the Invigoration Draught. The directions," he flicked his wand to the board, "are on here, begin." For most of the lesson, Snape have ignored except for one time that he looked to Harry and spoke.
"Potter, our remdial potions will begin again tonight at 8 o'clock," Harry felt a swell of bitterness for saying that he had to get remdial potions to the front of the class. All of the Slytherins snickered. Harry swore that Draco made some sort of snide remarks about it. After that, Snape simply ignored him which suited him fine. After completing his potion, he felt that he should have at least scraped an E as he poured his potion into the flask and corked it. He labled the flask with his name on label tag and went up to have it graded.
As soon he turned around to head back to his seat, he heard a sickening crashing and promptly turned around again and Malfoy stood there snickering. Harry saw his flask in pieces, and felt fury swelling up again at Malfoy, ready to take out his wand because he worked hard and felt that it was a perfect potion. However Snape reacted faster.
"Draco Malfoy, I saw that, 5 points from Slytherin," Which left Malfoy stunned, and rooted to his feet, staring at his potion teacher, the Head of Slytherin, his favorite teacher, had just taken 5 points from his own house.
"P-professor. . .?" Draco started, confused, and furious.
"I suggest you go sit down or it will be detention, you too Potter, go get another flask or no grade will be recieved." At that, Harry went back to his cauldron and saw that Hermione nearly cleared up.
"No Hermione! I need that," Harry said, panicking.
"Oh, well okay, what happened?"
"You didn't see?!" Ron started, "It was brilliant, Snape... just took points off of his own house because of Malfoy!" Ron laughed, as he tried to put this in his memory forever.
"What? Did he really?" She looked to Harry for confirmation, whom he nodded, grinning as he poured his potion into new flask and corked and labeled it. He carried the flask back to the tray with other flasks. The bell rang and went back to his seat and cleared up his mess and grabbed his bag and went out the door with his friends. Up ahead, he saw Malfoy. Who was seething with anger.
"Hey Potty!"
"Funny Malfoy, is your speech severly limited today?" The Gryffindors laughed at this, which only made Malfoy even angerier. Harry, Ron and Hermione kept on walking, ignoring Malfoy stuttering snide comments back at him, which seems to be more pathetic by the second. They sat at lunch, and talking about Malfoy and laughing. The whole table knew what happened between Harry and Malfoy, and soon traveled to Hufflepuff and then Ravenclaws. Slytherin obviously knew, but were silent, trying not to acknowledge the rumors.
Harry and Ron got up, as they had Divinition. "Thank god, I don't have to stay for long," Harry said as they climbed the stairs. They were working on crystal gazing again, and only ten minutes later that he had appointment with McGonagall which is in 10 minutes. Professor Trelawney excused him, with saying that he would need to have a Peace draught tonight because apparently Harry was going to be worked up over something.
Ten minutes later, he arrived in McGonagall's office, and sat down in front of her Professor. He then heard a cough off in a corner. Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there, with her notepad sitting on her lap, with a quill in her hand. A burst of quick anger flew through his viens. As Harry walked over to the chair and sat in front of Professor McGonagall, and some of his anger withered away.
"Hello Mr. Potter, let's get down to buissness shall we?" As she spoke, Harry could hear the scribbling of the quill off in the corner where Umbridge sat. "Do you have any idea of what you would like to do after Hogwarts?"
"Er--" he had found the writing of quill to be very distracting.
"Yes?" prompted McGonagall.
"Well, er--I've thought of becoming an auror," he mumbled very slightly.
"You'd need top grades for that Mr. Potter," she said, looking for the dark leaflet, and extracted it. "You will need 5 N.E.W.T.s and nothing under 'Exceeds Expectations' grade, mmm I see..." McGonagall said as her eyes skimmed over the paper. "You will also need to go undergo series of character and aptitude test at the Auror office. It's a very difficult career path, Potter. They only take the very best, the last one who went through that was three years ago."
At that very moment, Professor Umbridge made the smallest, tiniest cough. To see how quietly she can go, and Professor McGonagall carried on the conversation as if there was no cough.
"You'll want to know what subjects you need I suppose?" she asked a bit louder than before.
"Yes, though one would be the Defesne Against the Dark Arts right?" Harry asked.
"Naturally," she replied smiling, "I would also advise--" A bit louder cough came more audibly. Minerva McGonagall paused, and taking a small short breath, while closing her eyes. She kept on talking as if nothing happened. Though Harry was becoming a bit more angry for the coughs she's making. He knew that she was trying to interupt their conversation, and have an argument break out.
"I would also advise Transfiguration as well. Because they are very important in Auror job. Seeing that they need to transfigure a lot in their work as well as untransfigure. I should tell you now that I don't accept students into my N.E.W.T.s class unless they made 'Exceeds Expectations' or higher at Wizarding level. I would say that you are averaging 'Acceptable' right now. The other classes you should take are Charms, dreadfully useful. And Potions."
At the word 'Potions' Harry wore the face of horror on his face, imagining being in Snape's class for another two years. He didn't want to take Potions anymore, he couldn't, he thought. "But Professo--"
McGonagall cut him off, and continued on with the classes that are required. "Yes Potter, Potions," she said with a small smile. "They are very helpful in warding with poisons and antidotes. I really should tell you right now, Professor Snape absolutely refuses to take in students unless they achieved an 'Outstanding' in their O.W.L.s potions. So--"
Professor Umbridge gave her much more prounounced cough of 'Hem, hem'.
"May I offer you some cough drops Professor Umbridge?" McGonagall curtly asked her.
"Oh no, that won't be necessary," she asked in her very sweetly, and annoying enough to grate Harry's bones. "I was just wondering if I could make the smallest, most tiniest interuption Professor?"
"I would daresay you would," she replied cooly, and about to carry on the conversation with Harry.
"I was just wondering about Potter having an interesting temperament for the Auror job," she said sweetly.
That did it, Harry blew the fuse under his skin. He hated the teacher, he really abominated the evil DADA teacher. He wanted revenge for her taking away every joy he had at Hogwarts. Every single thing that had made this place worth staying for. He began to imagine if she was a bull frog, that seem to impersonate her looks, her evil, evil personailty. 'But wait, that would be really mean to the frogs, she's worse than frogs.'
"Were you Dolores? Well Mr. Potter," McGonagall continued again with the career appointment. "If you are so serious in persuing this ambition, I will see to that you need to improve your transfiguration and bring it up to 'Exceeds Expectations'. As for Potions Potter, you will need to bring that up by a large margin. Professor Flitwick have graded you between 'Acceptable' and 'Exceeds Expectations'. Just make sure you make it to 'Exceeds Expectations. As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts, I daresay that you have been marked generally high. Professor Lupin had thought that you were very exceptional IN THIS CLASS. Would YOU like a cough drop Dolores?" She turned to her, seething quite madly at her.
"Oh no thank you, I just that why you said that Harry would do well in that class. This year particularly, that he hasn't faring quite well. That is to say . . ." she said, shaking her head sadfully. "I'm quite sure I left a note in front of you Minerva."
"Oh yes, I saw the parchment you left, is this it?" she asked, pulling out the obvious pink paper.
"Yes Minerva, and I'm still not sure why you would think that Harry would do well on his O.W.L.s? Don't you think it's wrong to give Harry some fa--"
Harry really did not want to take it anymore, and went beyond seething, which McGonagall only seemed to noticed. Who wore a face of a little terror upon her face. The next syllable that Umbridge came out as a very low croak.
"Crooaa~ak?" Umbridge blinked once. McGonagal stared at her in horror and a hint of amusement. "Rbbit croak ribbbbit ribbit." Umbridge widened her eyes in shock and terrifed. Harry looked at her as if she suddenly popped a second head.
"Dolores? Are you positive you don't need a cough drop?"
Professor Umbridge shook her head and started to write down. What seems to be full of three year old scribbling whom niether McGonagall or Harry could seem to read. "Ribbbitt!!" Umbridge became more pissed off, and started stomping her feet around, speaking frog language.
"Dolores?" McGonagall asked, trying to calm the woman.
"Crooak! Crooo-ribbit! Ritbbit!" Really pissed off, she ran out of the room, flailing her arms around in trying to seek help. Harry had sat in his chair in the whole thing of it. McGonagall went to the door and closed it after watching Umbridge going down the corridor. Shaking her head and went back to her chair.
"At least we won't have to be disturbed by her," she said scornfully. "Now I wonder what happened for her to be speaking like that...."
"Maybe she just coughed too much and began to think like a frog," Harry said, shrugging, half in amusement. McGonagall chuckled.
"You sure you didn't do anything with her Potter?"
Harry hesitiated, "Er P-Professor? I-I'm not sure but I did imagine her becoming a frog, seeing that she already looks like one..."
"Are you saying that you made her speak like that?" she asked, looking at him over her glasses.
"I don't know, to be honest. Still... I think that Minster of Magic should be replaced..."
"I agree Mr. Potter, we can only hope that HE will know of You-Know- Who."
"Yeah, if I was in his place, there's so much I would do..."
"You want to become a Minister of Magic?" she asked, pressing him on.
"No way, I can't be a leader, there's too much to do. I-I wouldn't know what to do. Plus I hate being surrounded by people Professor...."
"Well, at least I would trust you to do things smoothly rather that man. Everythings so awful with him in office. If you ever thought, even imagining yourself in that place. Please consider that as well. Auror buissness is very difficult, and can sometime endanger your life."
"I'm aware of that Professor, but what else can I do with my top grades in Defense?"
"True Potter... also if you ever consider Minister of Magic, you hardly need much except very good judgement and leadership skills." She paused a few seconds. "As you have mentioned, being in office would mean that people will always be around you. And you could be corrupted by power. But I don't think that's the case with you. You are too persistent."
Harry had to laugh a bit, "really Professor?"
"I daresay so. Though the age limit to become a Minister of Magic is 18. However I wouldn't be sure because you seem to have the habit of being the youngest in almost everything. Who knows, what things you could do."
"Professor? Could I be an auror and Minister of Magic the same time?"
"Possibly, we'll just have to wait and see."
"If things don't look so good as it is now, I won't know what to do..."
"Don't ever say that Mr. Potter," she said curtly. "That's a sure way to your doom."
Harry watched her staring back at Harry, in those few minutes, the understanding between pupil and teacher seem to have increased.
"I'm willing to train you in your classes to get your grades up if you ever want to become an auror. And to prove that woman wrong. If only Dumbledore was here..." she looked at the clock. "Ah Mr. Potter, our time is up, you may go to the next lesson.The bell will ring in a few moments--" the bell rang. "I'll be seeing you later Potter," she said with a smile. Harry smiled back and put on his bookbag and left the room to Defense Against the Dark Arts and saw Umbridge nowhere in sight and smirked.
'Looks like she still can't talk English...' Harry laughed to himself. He saw Hermione and Ron looking at him strangely.
"Hey Harry, what are you laughing about?" Ron asked.
"Oh nothing, I'm just thinking if she would ever turn up for the rest of the year..." he flashed an evil playful smile.
"Oh Harry, what did you do this time..?" Hermoine asked, terrified and curious.
"We'll see if she stays the same, if not, I'll just fill you in later," he grinned.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, flashing worried looks.
"Don't worry you two, it's probably nothing perma--" Umbridge came in at that exact moment, croaking everywhere. "ent." He winced.
"Croaaak! Ribbit! Rbbbit!!!" Umbridge croaked very loudly. Her face really show her fury, and very furious.
"Oh HARRY, what did you REALLY do?" Hermione whsipering, asking him. He grinned which only stretched her horror face even wider.Umbridge began to shove all the students out, including Harry. The others got the hint and left the classroom of their own accord. When the other classes let out. The news of Umbridge talking like a frog traveled in the castle like buzzing bees. No sooner, the unmistakable thundering, and shoutings in the West Wing. Harry, and his friends went off to investigate from the Library to see what the fuss was about.
What he saw, he had to laugh. In the middle of what seem like a swamp was Fred and George. Who were talking about their new swamp. The students were either terrified, admired, or in disgust by the swamp. The people who were disgusted was the Inquistorial Squad, Umbridge and Filch.
"Croaak! Rbbiitt!!"
"Do you want me to get them down to dungeons?" Filch asked, she shook her head no. "Chains?" Again she said no.
"Croak!"
"Handcuffs?"
"Croak!"
"Whips?" Filch asked, getting impatient, wanting to torture the two terrors.
"Ribbit!" she nodded her head. Filch grinned evilly, and set off towards Umbridge's office.
"OH BOY!" Filch yelled happily. Harry watched him running down the hallway, fastest he had ever saw him run. He turned to focus on the twins.
"Hey Harry! What do you think of this swamp! I think we should make her a frog. She would fit in very nicely wouldn't she?!" Harry laughed.
"I guess so Fred, this is awesome..." Luckily, Umbridge didn't listen to their conversation, she was too busy trying to keep other kids out of the swamp. One brave kid nearby her, shoved her into a large body of water in the swamp.
~SPLASH~
A loud jeering, and laughing broke out around the hallway. Bits of plants, and snails covered Umbridge entirely.
"She really is a frog now!" laughed one kid.
"She need to jump from lilypad to another!" shouted another.
"Umbridge needs to have frog legs first!"
The twins proudly took up the offer. "I'll do that!"
To Umbride's horror, George, or was it Fred, casted the wand at Umbridge, saying the incantation. Her legs became frog legs. Even more laughter, and more jeering broke out. The teachers couldn't have any control over the students, seeing that most of them where in the very back of the crowd, unable to see what's going on. Filch came back, wheezing and saw to his horror.
"Dolores!" he cracked his whip. "YOU! You two have had it coming for years! Come here and make her right and I'm going to give you bloody hell of a torture!"
"Hmm, I don't think..." Fred began, stroking his chin.
"Perhaps it is time..." George said.
"We sure don't seem to have anything holding us back is there?" Fred asked his brother.
"I don't think so, we should start up our buissness..."
"The Weasley'ls Wizarding Wheezes!" the two said. "ACCIO BROOMS!"
"We have our new premises in Diagon Alley. Number ninety-three!" George said as they mounted their brooms and soared up into the air and above the crowd. "Discounts to those--"
"Who will use our products to get rid of this old froggy woman!" Fred shouted.
"CROAAK!!!"
"PEEVES!" Fred shouted, spotting him somewhere down in the crowd. "Give her hell from us!" He saluted to the twin, and they were off into the twilight. Which the Peeves had never done, to actually take the word from a student, let alone the twins. The students cheered for their escape, and some were stunned. Umbridge and Filch for instance. Who were fuming, their faces that rivaled Uncle Vernon.
After attending the History of magic, which was dull as always and playing hangman with Ron, which Hermione frowned and reprimanded the two for it.
"As I said before, see if I will give you the notes for your O.W.L.s to study from!"
"And kill your conscience Hermione?"
"I don't really appreciate how you two treat me!" she said indigintaly.
Harry sighed at the two people arguing again. "Guys, cut it out, you two are arguing again." Which caused them to shut up, but Hermione didn't pay attention to them for the rest of period. Then after History of Magic, came Potions, which the three dreaded. But Harry dreaded even more, since it's the first time he'll have seen Snape after the talk they had. The trio went to their usual seats in the back of the room and talked amongst themselves.
"You know, Fred and George are acting kind . . . of weird lately," Ron said, looking around the room.
"How so?" Harry asked.
"You're right Ron, they've been quiet all last week, which was our spring break."
"They said that why waste our liesure time, and when people needed that to study for the O.W.Ls, and they said that they have something big planned tonight . . ." Ron whispered to them.
"I wonder what that could be . . ." Hermione said, "It better not disrupt our lessons."
"They said they won't, Fred said it'll be after the last lesson ends."
"Oh, well that's good, anything to get Umbridge," her eyes flickered with rage. Then at that moment, Snape came in.
"Good day students, we will be doing pratical today, the Invigoration Draught. The directions," he flicked his wand to the board, "are on here, begin." For most of the lesson, Snape have ignored except for one time that he looked to Harry and spoke.
"Potter, our remdial potions will begin again tonight at 8 o'clock," Harry felt a swell of bitterness for saying that he had to get remdial potions to the front of the class. All of the Slytherins snickered. Harry swore that Draco made some sort of snide remarks about it. After that, Snape simply ignored him which suited him fine. After completing his potion, he felt that he should have at least scraped an E as he poured his potion into the flask and corked it. He labled the flask with his name on label tag and went up to have it graded.
As soon he turned around to head back to his seat, he heard a sickening crashing and promptly turned around again and Malfoy stood there snickering. Harry saw his flask in pieces, and felt fury swelling up again at Malfoy, ready to take out his wand because he worked hard and felt that it was a perfect potion. However Snape reacted faster.
"Draco Malfoy, I saw that, 5 points from Slytherin," Which left Malfoy stunned, and rooted to his feet, staring at his potion teacher, the Head of Slytherin, his favorite teacher, had just taken 5 points from his own house.
"P-professor. . .?" Draco started, confused, and furious.
"I suggest you go sit down or it will be detention, you too Potter, go get another flask or no grade will be recieved." At that, Harry went back to his cauldron and saw that Hermione nearly cleared up.
"No Hermione! I need that," Harry said, panicking.
"Oh, well okay, what happened?"
"You didn't see?!" Ron started, "It was brilliant, Snape... just took points off of his own house because of Malfoy!" Ron laughed, as he tried to put this in his memory forever.
"What? Did he really?" She looked to Harry for confirmation, whom he nodded, grinning as he poured his potion into new flask and corked and labeled it. He carried the flask back to the tray with other flasks. The bell rang and went back to his seat and cleared up his mess and grabbed his bag and went out the door with his friends. Up ahead, he saw Malfoy. Who was seething with anger.
"Hey Potty!"
"Funny Malfoy, is your speech severly limited today?" The Gryffindors laughed at this, which only made Malfoy even angerier. Harry, Ron and Hermione kept on walking, ignoring Malfoy stuttering snide comments back at him, which seems to be more pathetic by the second. They sat at lunch, and talking about Malfoy and laughing. The whole table knew what happened between Harry and Malfoy, and soon traveled to Hufflepuff and then Ravenclaws. Slytherin obviously knew, but were silent, trying not to acknowledge the rumors.
Harry and Ron got up, as they had Divinition. "Thank god, I don't have to stay for long," Harry said as they climbed the stairs. They were working on crystal gazing again, and only ten minutes later that he had appointment with McGonagall which is in 10 minutes. Professor Trelawney excused him, with saying that he would need to have a Peace draught tonight because apparently Harry was going to be worked up over something.
Ten minutes later, he arrived in McGonagall's office, and sat down in front of her Professor. He then heard a cough off in a corner. Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there, with her notepad sitting on her lap, with a quill in her hand. A burst of quick anger flew through his viens. As Harry walked over to the chair and sat in front of Professor McGonagall, and some of his anger withered away.
"Hello Mr. Potter, let's get down to buissness shall we?" As she spoke, Harry could hear the scribbling of the quill off in the corner where Umbridge sat. "Do you have any idea of what you would like to do after Hogwarts?"
"Er--" he had found the writing of quill to be very distracting.
"Yes?" prompted McGonagall.
"Well, er--I've thought of becoming an auror," he mumbled very slightly.
"You'd need top grades for that Mr. Potter," she said, looking for the dark leaflet, and extracted it. "You will need 5 N.E.W.T.s and nothing under 'Exceeds Expectations' grade, mmm I see..." McGonagall said as her eyes skimmed over the paper. "You will also need to go undergo series of character and aptitude test at the Auror office. It's a very difficult career path, Potter. They only take the very best, the last one who went through that was three years ago."
At that very moment, Professor Umbridge made the smallest, tiniest cough. To see how quietly she can go, and Professor McGonagall carried on the conversation as if there was no cough.
"You'll want to know what subjects you need I suppose?" she asked a bit louder than before.
"Yes, though one would be the Defesne Against the Dark Arts right?" Harry asked.
"Naturally," she replied smiling, "I would also advise--" A bit louder cough came more audibly. Minerva McGonagall paused, and taking a small short breath, while closing her eyes. She kept on talking as if nothing happened. Though Harry was becoming a bit more angry for the coughs she's making. He knew that she was trying to interupt their conversation, and have an argument break out.
"I would also advise Transfiguration as well. Because they are very important in Auror job. Seeing that they need to transfigure a lot in their work as well as untransfigure. I should tell you now that I don't accept students into my N.E.W.T.s class unless they made 'Exceeds Expectations' or higher at Wizarding level. I would say that you are averaging 'Acceptable' right now. The other classes you should take are Charms, dreadfully useful. And Potions."
At the word 'Potions' Harry wore the face of horror on his face, imagining being in Snape's class for another two years. He didn't want to take Potions anymore, he couldn't, he thought. "But Professo--"
McGonagall cut him off, and continued on with the classes that are required. "Yes Potter, Potions," she said with a small smile. "They are very helpful in warding with poisons and antidotes. I really should tell you right now, Professor Snape absolutely refuses to take in students unless they achieved an 'Outstanding' in their O.W.L.s potions. So--"
Professor Umbridge gave her much more prounounced cough of 'Hem, hem'.
"May I offer you some cough drops Professor Umbridge?" McGonagall curtly asked her.
"Oh no, that won't be necessary," she asked in her very sweetly, and annoying enough to grate Harry's bones. "I was just wondering if I could make the smallest, most tiniest interuption Professor?"
"I would daresay you would," she replied cooly, and about to carry on the conversation with Harry.
"I was just wondering about Potter having an interesting temperament for the Auror job," she said sweetly.
That did it, Harry blew the fuse under his skin. He hated the teacher, he really abominated the evil DADA teacher. He wanted revenge for her taking away every joy he had at Hogwarts. Every single thing that had made this place worth staying for. He began to imagine if she was a bull frog, that seem to impersonate her looks, her evil, evil personailty. 'But wait, that would be really mean to the frogs, she's worse than frogs.'
"Were you Dolores? Well Mr. Potter," McGonagall continued again with the career appointment. "If you are so serious in persuing this ambition, I will see to that you need to improve your transfiguration and bring it up to 'Exceeds Expectations'. As for Potions Potter, you will need to bring that up by a large margin. Professor Flitwick have graded you between 'Acceptable' and 'Exceeds Expectations'. Just make sure you make it to 'Exceeds Expectations. As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts, I daresay that you have been marked generally high. Professor Lupin had thought that you were very exceptional IN THIS CLASS. Would YOU like a cough drop Dolores?" She turned to her, seething quite madly at her.
"Oh no thank you, I just that why you said that Harry would do well in that class. This year particularly, that he hasn't faring quite well. That is to say . . ." she said, shaking her head sadfully. "I'm quite sure I left a note in front of you Minerva."
"Oh yes, I saw the parchment you left, is this it?" she asked, pulling out the obvious pink paper.
"Yes Minerva, and I'm still not sure why you would think that Harry would do well on his O.W.L.s? Don't you think it's wrong to give Harry some fa--"
Harry really did not want to take it anymore, and went beyond seething, which McGonagall only seemed to noticed. Who wore a face of a little terror upon her face. The next syllable that Umbridge came out as a very low croak.
"Crooaa~ak?" Umbridge blinked once. McGonagal stared at her in horror and a hint of amusement. "Rbbit croak ribbbbit ribbit." Umbridge widened her eyes in shock and terrifed. Harry looked at her as if she suddenly popped a second head.
"Dolores? Are you positive you don't need a cough drop?"
Professor Umbridge shook her head and started to write down. What seems to be full of three year old scribbling whom niether McGonagall or Harry could seem to read. "Ribbbitt!!" Umbridge became more pissed off, and started stomping her feet around, speaking frog language.
"Dolores?" McGonagall asked, trying to calm the woman.
"Crooak! Crooo-ribbit! Ritbbit!" Really pissed off, she ran out of the room, flailing her arms around in trying to seek help. Harry had sat in his chair in the whole thing of it. McGonagall went to the door and closed it after watching Umbridge going down the corridor. Shaking her head and went back to her chair.
"At least we won't have to be disturbed by her," she said scornfully. "Now I wonder what happened for her to be speaking like that...."
"Maybe she just coughed too much and began to think like a frog," Harry said, shrugging, half in amusement. McGonagall chuckled.
"You sure you didn't do anything with her Potter?"
Harry hesitiated, "Er P-Professor? I-I'm not sure but I did imagine her becoming a frog, seeing that she already looks like one..."
"Are you saying that you made her speak like that?" she asked, looking at him over her glasses.
"I don't know, to be honest. Still... I think that Minster of Magic should be replaced..."
"I agree Mr. Potter, we can only hope that HE will know of You-Know- Who."
"Yeah, if I was in his place, there's so much I would do..."
"You want to become a Minister of Magic?" she asked, pressing him on.
"No way, I can't be a leader, there's too much to do. I-I wouldn't know what to do. Plus I hate being surrounded by people Professor...."
"Well, at least I would trust you to do things smoothly rather that man. Everythings so awful with him in office. If you ever thought, even imagining yourself in that place. Please consider that as well. Auror buissness is very difficult, and can sometime endanger your life."
"I'm aware of that Professor, but what else can I do with my top grades in Defense?"
"True Potter... also if you ever consider Minister of Magic, you hardly need much except very good judgement and leadership skills." She paused a few seconds. "As you have mentioned, being in office would mean that people will always be around you. And you could be corrupted by power. But I don't think that's the case with you. You are too persistent."
Harry had to laugh a bit, "really Professor?"
"I daresay so. Though the age limit to become a Minister of Magic is 18. However I wouldn't be sure because you seem to have the habit of being the youngest in almost everything. Who knows, what things you could do."
"Professor? Could I be an auror and Minister of Magic the same time?"
"Possibly, we'll just have to wait and see."
"If things don't look so good as it is now, I won't know what to do..."
"Don't ever say that Mr. Potter," she said curtly. "That's a sure way to your doom."
Harry watched her staring back at Harry, in those few minutes, the understanding between pupil and teacher seem to have increased.
"I'm willing to train you in your classes to get your grades up if you ever want to become an auror. And to prove that woman wrong. If only Dumbledore was here..." she looked at the clock. "Ah Mr. Potter, our time is up, you may go to the next lesson.The bell will ring in a few moments--" the bell rang. "I'll be seeing you later Potter," she said with a smile. Harry smiled back and put on his bookbag and left the room to Defense Against the Dark Arts and saw Umbridge nowhere in sight and smirked.
'Looks like she still can't talk English...' Harry laughed to himself. He saw Hermione and Ron looking at him strangely.
"Hey Harry, what are you laughing about?" Ron asked.
"Oh nothing, I'm just thinking if she would ever turn up for the rest of the year..." he flashed an evil playful smile.
"Oh Harry, what did you do this time..?" Hermoine asked, terrified and curious.
"We'll see if she stays the same, if not, I'll just fill you in later," he grinned.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, flashing worried looks.
"Don't worry you two, it's probably nothing perma--" Umbridge came in at that exact moment, croaking everywhere. "ent." He winced.
"Croaaak! Ribbit! Rbbbit!!!" Umbridge croaked very loudly. Her face really show her fury, and very furious.
"Oh HARRY, what did you REALLY do?" Hermione whsipering, asking him. He grinned which only stretched her horror face even wider.Umbridge began to shove all the students out, including Harry. The others got the hint and left the classroom of their own accord. When the other classes let out. The news of Umbridge talking like a frog traveled in the castle like buzzing bees. No sooner, the unmistakable thundering, and shoutings in the West Wing. Harry, and his friends went off to investigate from the Library to see what the fuss was about.
What he saw, he had to laugh. In the middle of what seem like a swamp was Fred and George. Who were talking about their new swamp. The students were either terrified, admired, or in disgust by the swamp. The people who were disgusted was the Inquistorial Squad, Umbridge and Filch.
"Croaak! Rbbiitt!!"
"Do you want me to get them down to dungeons?" Filch asked, she shook her head no. "Chains?" Again she said no.
"Croak!"
"Handcuffs?"
"Croak!"
"Whips?" Filch asked, getting impatient, wanting to torture the two terrors.
"Ribbit!" she nodded her head. Filch grinned evilly, and set off towards Umbridge's office.
"OH BOY!" Filch yelled happily. Harry watched him running down the hallway, fastest he had ever saw him run. He turned to focus on the twins.
"Hey Harry! What do you think of this swamp! I think we should make her a frog. She would fit in very nicely wouldn't she?!" Harry laughed.
"I guess so Fred, this is awesome..." Luckily, Umbridge didn't listen to their conversation, she was too busy trying to keep other kids out of the swamp. One brave kid nearby her, shoved her into a large body of water in the swamp.
~SPLASH~
A loud jeering, and laughing broke out around the hallway. Bits of plants, and snails covered Umbridge entirely.
"She really is a frog now!" laughed one kid.
"She need to jump from lilypad to another!" shouted another.
"Umbridge needs to have frog legs first!"
The twins proudly took up the offer. "I'll do that!"
To Umbride's horror, George, or was it Fred, casted the wand at Umbridge, saying the incantation. Her legs became frog legs. Even more laughter, and more jeering broke out. The teachers couldn't have any control over the students, seeing that most of them where in the very back of the crowd, unable to see what's going on. Filch came back, wheezing and saw to his horror.
"Dolores!" he cracked his whip. "YOU! You two have had it coming for years! Come here and make her right and I'm going to give you bloody hell of a torture!"
"Hmm, I don't think..." Fred began, stroking his chin.
"Perhaps it is time..." George said.
"We sure don't seem to have anything holding us back is there?" Fred asked his brother.
"I don't think so, we should start up our buissness..."
"The Weasley'ls Wizarding Wheezes!" the two said. "ACCIO BROOMS!"
"We have our new premises in Diagon Alley. Number ninety-three!" George said as they mounted their brooms and soared up into the air and above the crowd. "Discounts to those--"
"Who will use our products to get rid of this old froggy woman!" Fred shouted.
"CROAAK!!!"
"PEEVES!" Fred shouted, spotting him somewhere down in the crowd. "Give her hell from us!" He saluted to the twin, and they were off into the twilight. Which the Peeves had never done, to actually take the word from a student, let alone the twins. The students cheered for their escape, and some were stunned. Umbridge and Filch for instance. Who were fuming, their faces that rivaled Uncle Vernon.