CHAPTER 19: DUMBLEDORE'S LETTER

The next day, Harry, Ron and Hermione had Defence Against the Dark Arts with our dear Professor Stock, who again, released his love for school on the kids in a frightening way: poetry. It seems Carol Ann Duffy's attempts at the literature are full of ways to hurt people and wanting to bite certain places on their body. But this has apparently been conveyed through a medium of dark magic, which Professor Stock had made terribly clear by demanding that everyone in the room knew and believed fully that Carol Ann Duffy was a Death Eater and was Voldemort's frequent taxi driver. Hermione of course, raised her hand.

'Hermione?'

'Are you one hundred percent sure about this? Because if Carol Ann Duffy really was a Death Eater, or indeed actually a witch, wouldn't she use magic to hurt people?'

'Not necessarily,' said Professor Stock. 'Human emotion is much stronger than the wand. It can hurt people and make them suffer in a much stronger way.'

'Well, that's not what I think. I think that Duffy isn't magical at all.'

'Well, Hermione,' said Stock, lowering himself to her level. He had become increasingly less fond of her as he slowly realised what a stuck up bitch she was. 'No one really cares what you think.'

Hermione gasped unnecessarily hard, packed her things away and stormed out of the classroom.

'Thank god for that!' said Ron. 'I thought she'd never leave!'

'I know!' said Harry.

'Yeah…' said Stock, who then returned to his desk.

The whole class were manually annotating poems like Stock had asked, in complete silence. Harry put his hand in his pocket. He then saw Louise appeared at the front of the class and waddle around for a bit as if to figure out where she was.

'Shit,' said Harry.

Louise turned and saw the masses of students writing in silence.

'HELLO GAY!' she called to Draco, waving enthusiastically.

Draco beamed a Gryffindor shade of crimson and Harry buried his head in his hands. Ron tried to cover a laugh as Professor Stock turned round and saw Louise.

'Oooo! A visitor!' he said happily with a big grin on his face. Louise just looked at him. 'Would you like to sit down? We're learning about Carol Ann Duffy today!'

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' screamed Louise in terror and she ran out.

Parvati Patil who was sat in front of Draco turned around.

'Draco, are you gay?'

'NO!'

'Well, that Fairy said you are.'

Lavender giggled.

'Well, I'm not! I like gu- I mean GIRLS!'

Lavender giggled even more.

'She calls me Gay, because it's short for Gayco, which is what she calls me, because she thinks that's my name, because she misheard Harry say my name was "DRACO"!'

Lavender was in fits from giggling now, and Stock seemed to be very interested in what Draco had to say.

'She seems a bit weird,' said Parvati.

Stock nodded.

'EXCUSE ME!' shouted Harry from the back. 'That's my Fairy Godmother you're talking about!'

At that moment, an owl came flying in, dropped a letter on Stock's desk and flew out again. Luna Lovegood appeared screaming and collapsing.

'Luna, you're a sixth year. Go to your own lesson,' said Lavender coolly.

'Yes!' said Professor Stock. 'And you don't take Defence Against the Dark Arts!'

Luna skulked out of the room looking depressed, but dreamy all the same. Stock unravelled the parchment the owl had brought and read the letter out to the class:

Dear Students, Teachers and Students at Warthogs, Hogwarts,

I feel that this year at stool has been sensitively BORED! Don't you disagree? Yes I am right, you know I am. Are you arguing with me? Good. Aaaaaaanyway, I think, to finish this problem, we should hold a cop poncert to finish off being bored and we should hold a singing thing. We shall call this the new name of 'Stars in their Eyes'. Yes, SIGN UP!

Professor A P W B Dumbledore

Doctor of Medicine and Media Studies

Everyone looked confused but amused at the same time. Professor Dumbledore was holding a singing concert! Ok… this'll be… fun!