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"Dobby!" Harry waved vigorously at the diminutive house elf.

"Would Master Harry Potter please call me Professor Dobby in class." Dobby looked apologetically at his shoes.

"Sorry, sir." Harry grinned. "I didn't realize you were teaching."

"Oh, yes!" Dobby grinned happily. "Professor McGonagal came to me last night and told me that I was accepted to be a teacher. There had been a mistake in the new rule."

Hermione smiled wickedly, than recovered her composure. "We really should stop bothering the professor and find our seats."

"Would you look at Dobby's outfit!" Ron whistled, smiling. " I doubt anyone has worn a purple sweater with blue puffballs to their first day as a teacher!"

"No other teacher's like Dobby." Harry grinned, then turned to Hermione. "What did you do to get Dobby the job?"

"I just did a fairly simple spell that changed around the words in the decree." Hermione

set out her paper and ink with a smug smile on her face. "It was a fairly simple spell really."

"Well, Hagrid will be able to keep his job now." Harry sat back and smiled.

"Students! Students! Please settle down!" Dobby squeaked. "We must be ready to learn!" Never before had there been a happier house-elf. Dobby was grinning from ear to ear.

"What do you mean, slime?" A Slytherin boy sneered. "Aren't you here to clean the room?"

"That, sir, was a very disrespectful thing to say to Professor Dobby." Dobby looked at the boy with very hurt tennis ball eyes. "I will unfortunately have to give you a detention."

"That's laughable! A house-elf can't give a student detention!"

At that moment running footsteps were heard dashing out in the hallway, and Delores Umbridge, burst in the classroom.

"Very sorry children. I had to deal with one of those infernal rabbits. But we shall proceed with today's lesson as if nothing had happened."

"Finally!" The Slytherin rolled his eyes. "Our real teacher is here!"

"Headmistress?" Dobby peaked about her elbow. "I am here. No need for you to teach."

"No house-elf is to be in the occupied classrooms during teaching periods." Umbridge said with a hint of annoyance. "Be gone."

"But, Headmistress, I am the teacher."

"You cannot. According to Wizarding Decree Number 29…." She stopped short when she realized Dobby was very serious.

"Who told you that you could teach?" she asked with a cold toad-like glare.

"Professor McGonagal." Dobby looked as thought he was about to cry.

"I shall go and find her." Umbridge managed to say through gritted teeth. " I want no disruptions." She glared at the students as though all hell would break loose if the moved a finger.

"No need, Delores. I'm here." McGonagal stood in the doorway.

"Why did you tell him he could teach?" Umbridge pointed a finger at Dobby.

"Because he fit the job description." McGonagal raised her eyebrows. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"According to Wizarding Decree Number 29 no non-human may teach young witches and wizards." Umbridge said gleefully. " You have broken a Wizarding Decree! For that you are to spend six months in Azkaban! You and that obscenity!"

"I did no such thing." McGonagal looked ruffled. "Go and read the decree for yourself it says no such thing."

Umbridge flounced out haughtily with one last look at McGonagal.

Hermione snickered. "Just wait till she comes back."

Umbridge came puffing back with the decree in her hand.

"Someone messed with this!" She screeched.

"Headmistress!" Dobby covered his ears. "Dobby's poor ears!"

'This isn't the decree that I posted! Someone has changed around the wording!" she read off the piece of parchment " May young witches and no wizards teach non-humans. Someone has changed it!"

"Headmistress, you is disrupting my class, you is." Dobby bowed respectfully.

Umbridge looked as though she was going to turn on the diminutive teacher, then regained her composure and turned to leave. But before she turned out of sight she looked at the rows of students.

"I shall find out who did this. And when I do, that person will have hall to pay." She glared at Harry, who smiled grimly and raised his hand for her to see. The scars that read "I will not tell lies." stood out plainly.

I will not tell lies, Umbridge. This means war.