Chapter 4

In February, when Cate had turned twenty, she took over the first through fifth years, which was not a problem at all. Her teaching style was far different from any other teacher, as she kept them under control without being too harsh on them. When the young woman began to show in her pregnancy, Madam Pomphrey put her on a potion which would make it invisible to everyone, causing no rumors, bad reputations or unwanted questions. Madam Pomphrey continued to treat her throughout the year, and there was never once a problem.

By July, Cate was off the potions for the fact that it might affect the child, and she was at home with Charlie, so it didn't' matter.

Now, it was late August again, and the child of Catherine and Charlie had been born. Isabelle Rachel Weasley was the newest and tiniest edition to the Weasley clan. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were absolutely thrilled to have a grandchild after waiting each time one of their elder sons got into a more serious relationship.

In other news, the two were still teaching at Hogwarts, having completely taken over their subjects. Madam Pomphrey had agreed to watch over Isabelle while they were teaching the moment the child was born, any moment the parents weren't teaching, they were to spend with Isabelle.

However, now that the staff was back at Hogwarts, McGonagall had called an emergency meeting the day the train was on its way out.

"Is everyone here?" The headmistress called over the quieting room.

"Yes." A few voices replied, the room then came to a complete silence.

"What's the problem?" Flitwick asked.

"I'm assuming you all remember Dolores Umbridge."

"What about her?" Sprout asked.

"She's back in good condition, and coming back here." A number of groans echoed throughout the staff room. "She's going to be checking out the school itself, the teachers, and how they are able to control their classes."

"Why and how?" Severus asked angrily.

"It has said to be because we have new staff members, and I have no idea how she weaseled her way into it."

"That's absolutely wonderful." The man replied, then turned to his daughter and son-in-law, "Have you heard of Umbridge?"

"I've heard bits and pieces of stories." Cate replied.

"I've been told stories from Harry, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny." Charlie commented, "Which means I've heard the really nasty stuff."

"Well my guess is that you two, especially Cate, are in her path of destruction." Minerva noted.

"How so?" Catherine pushed her hair back.

"As you were spying on Voldemort as a death eater, she'll think you're completely evil. Not to mention the fact that she was Fudge worshiper and you had a big role in his death." The woman continued.

"Yeah . . . " The young woman coughed slightly, "I'll keep my eye on her."

"As for you Charlie . . . " Minerva was suddenly interrupted by the door slamming open, nearly hitting Severus, who stood beside it.

"Good afternoon everyone." An overly (not to mention, forced) happy voice called from the doorway. There, stood Dolores Umbridge. Catherine looked over at Charlie, mouthing;

"That's her?" Charlie nodded in response.

"Dolores . . . " Minerva greeted through gritted teeth, "It's nice you see you."

"Why thank-you dear." Umbridge clasped a hand on McGonagall's shoulder as she swept into the room. "It's absolutely wonderful to see you all again." The woman stopped abruptly infront of the couch Charlie and Cate were sitting on. "Now, I know you're a Weasley," She sneered, pointing a finger at Charlie, "But who the hell are you?" Catherine glared at her for a moment, then she spoke again. "There is something very familiar about you." Umbridge surveyed her, "Yes . . . I do believe I knew your mother, lovely little girl she was." She coughed slightly.

"Excuse me?" This time both Catherine and Severus began defending Elena.

"Severus, don't jump into this, I was simply inferring that Elena was not the best person."

"You say anything like that again, and you'll be answering to me." Cate sneered, standing up to leave, however, before she could, Dolores grabbed her arm.

"Your anger could be a problem dear, you may want to check that out." Her hand seemed to be inching up Catherine's arm, getting closer and closer to her dark mark. The twenty-one-year-old ripped her arm out of her grasp, and quickly left the room.

"Dolores . . . " Minerva began a few seconds after the door slammed, "I suggest you take a nicer tone with Catherine. You may have to deal with Severus if you don't."

"And why is that?"

"She's my daughter." He growled.

"Oh . . . " The woman sneered, "Then she is the one who betrayed Fudge."