Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did the movies would be ten hours each, and include every little detail. But that's just me.

It's only half way through the school year and the children already hate me. It doesn't bother me much, I hate them too. The minister should have known better, but still I tried. Why did he assign me to a position that I have no right to be in? I'm no teacher, and he knows it. I stand here day after day with students who hate me, hating them for what they did to Maeron. I still feel the bitterness that has never left since his last letter arrived at my door.

Dearest Mum

I'm sorry but I cannot take this any longer. Each year at Hogwarts has gotten worse. For starters the entire Hugglepuff house either fears me or pities me. I cannot say which I hate more. The Ravenclaws all seem to believe that since I am in this house I am second best, not smart enough to get into their house. But the worst are the Gryffindors with their 'holier than thou' attitude. They believe that just because I am in the Slytherin house I caused this war, that I am the person killing the innocents, not the nameless one. I can no longer deal with this, with all the younger children avoiding me, the cruel pranks by people that I had believed to be my friends until that cursed hat called me a snake. I went to Mallory; she's the one with whom I went to last year's ball. I wanted to tell her how I felt about being equated with the dark one. I guess I wanted a shoulder to cry on, an arm to hold me. However her arm has already been taken. Needless to say she too has shunned me now. Her and all her friends who, fed up with the taunts, gave into them. However I am not weak, what they say about me is not true, I will never take an innocent life. Perhaps, that is not true. I wanted to be a martyr, to go down fighting the dark one, to prove that the house does not make the person. But they would not let me into the courses necessary to become an Auror. You know that. Then yesterday I was leaving from Professor Fatima's class. In any other mood I would joke about this being the only place where you could say with a straight face that a shrubbery would rule the world. She took me aside and said, in a deep voice that I have never before heard in class:

"Beware Bitter one, for in your bitterness you will kill an innocent boy, and torture a mother forever"

I never ever want to kill or torture, so I am leaving, forever. I will not stay with Myrtle for I will leave everything behind. To be sure that no innocent will be hurt on my account.

Sincerest love

Maeron L. Umbridge

This letter, it arrived just after word reached me from Hogwarts, that my son had taken an innocent life, his own. Fatima left the school after that incident, and Dumbledore tells me that "it was against my inclination to allow the subject of Divination to continue at all"(1). And yet he hired that witch Sibyll to take Fatima's place. Can you blame me for wanting to get rid of her? If no prophesy was made, then my son would not be dead now. And then that Harry kid, always getting his way. He defeated He-who-must-not-be-named, a Gryffindor, one of those kids who cannot tell friend from foe. Should I stand idly by as one just like those who tormented my son gets everything he wants. How can I? It has been just over seventeen years but the pain is still deep.

I'm not asking for your sympathy.

"Let us move forward then into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited" (2)

(1) Harry Potter book 5, page 840

(2) Harry Potter book 5, page 213

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