A/N: Yes! I am finally ahead of schedule. Anyways, Chapter 7 is here!

Review Responses:

WinterRain36: Great chapter! I don't think Fleur was wrong in testing Harry's limits.

His power boost ability is nice but you are right that he shouldn't be overpowered to much. There are to many Super Harry Potter stories on this site where he is the second coming of Merlin and overshadows every other character magically and making them look weak and pathetic. .

I hope Fleur is powerful in her own right. At least more powerful magically then Harry right now considering she is older and has more training. Fleur being Harry's guardian and bodyguard is a unique twist and one I have not seen often in stories. So kudos to you for the original idea!

Thanks for sharing!

*Well, I do like Overly OP Harry Potter stories, but that is just me. Yes, Fleur will be more powerful than Harry when he is not using Magical Overdrive. As for the Idea, stories like Deprived by The Crimson Lord and The French Connection by .Darkness-X where the inspiration for the reverse of the bodyguard story.*

Sharky390: Just started your story today and it's really enjoyable. I like the characters and the way you adapted your ideas to the story. I know there is a lot that can't be used from the books with your changes but it is very interesting. I hope you continue your work and look forward to it.

*Thank you! I am trying to make the characters believable and the dialog work. Yes, there is a lot from the books that I can't use with my idea, but I will try to use as much as possible with some changes.*

Thank you to everyone who reviewed Chapter 1-6!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (*Snape's voice* Obviously)

The Guardian

3 September 1995

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes, trying to regain his bearings. Noticing that he was not wearing his glasses, he reached over to the side table and found his glasses, putting them on. The first thing he noticed was that he was in the Hospital Wing. Looking to his right, he saw Fleur with her head resting on her arms that were on the edge of the bed, sleeping. Serpico was coiled up right next to her, sleeping as well. As Harry tried to sit up, his head started to throb painfully, causing him to grip it and let out a small groan. Scenes from yesterday flashed into his mind: Fleur looking down at him as she called him the Boy-Who-Lied, his magic spiking as something took over, and Fleur with her wand leveled at him, her eyes filled with tears.

"'Arry?"

Harry opened his eyes to see Fleur gazing at him with a concerned look on her face. Serpico slithered up until she was on his chest as he looked into her beetle black eyes, which were full of worry.

$Are you ok Masster?$

$I'm… I'm alright Serpico$ Hissed Harry, answering his pet's question.

$Ok, no I think you should deal with her next$ Serpico hissed back before turning her head to look at Fleur.

Harry followed the gaze of his snake and saw that Fleur was not watching him, rather she was looking at the floor. Anger started to swell inside of him, the woman in front of him was supposed to be his girlfriend/mentor, the one person Harry thought would stand beside him no matter what. Hearing those things that she said, Harry started to doubt Fleur now.

"Fleur?" Harry said in an even tone which had underlying anger. Fleur flinched at his tone as she had hoped that he would not use it with her.

"Y-Yes 'Arry?" Fleur stammered out, actually afraid of Harry for the first time.

"Why did you say those things?"

"I-I was trying to bring out your anger."

"OH REALLY?!" Shouted Harry, "I HADN'T NOTICED!" Fleur still would not look at him, but he could tell that she was cracking. Not wanting to say something stupid or regret later, Harry took a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Harry said, "Look, I understand that you said that my anger is my best weapon if I harness it. I also understand that I need to control it too, however, what you did cross a line Fleur. We just got together, and it seems like you are trying to destroy it!"

Fleur's head shot up with a look of complete disbelief, "I'm not trying to destroy our relationship!" Harry leveled a glare at her for the response she gave.

"You know how I feel about those articles and then to hear MY girlfriend say those exact same things, how would you feel huh?" Harry sneered.

Fleur opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She thought about what Harry just said and know that there was no real rebuttal. Fleur hung her head again, Feeling like her relationship with him was over already.

"Fleur, could I have some time to myself please?" Harry asked in a quiet voice, a sharp contrast to his shouting a minute age.

Fleur felt her heart broke a little when hearing that question. She nodded slowly as she got up from the chair, walked away before she was out of The Hospital Wing. Once, Fleur was gone, Harry sighed heavily, trying to gain control of his emotions. Harry knew that he still loved Fleur and that she loved him too, but it was trusting her that was messing with him.

'Can I trust her again?' That thought continued to plague his mind for some time.

"Ah, I see that you are up Mr. Potter."

Harry turned his head in the direction of the voice to see Poppy Pomfrey standing in her office doorway, smiling softly.

"Oh, um, Good morning Madam Pomfrey. I'm guessing that you heard all of that didn't you?"

Pomfrey walked over to him while nodding, "Yes I did, especially when someone is shouting."

Harry had a sheepless look on his face, "Sorry about that."

"Lucky for you, no other patient was in here or I would make sure to strap you to that bed until tomorrow." Harry swallowed hard hearing that as he hated staying in the Hospital Wing for more than a few hours.

Poppy smirked slightly at the fearful look on Harry's face before turning serious, "Now Mr. Potter, do you remember anything from your training yesterday?"

Harry closed his eyes, trying to remember all that he could from yesterday, "I remember Fleur saying some things, I got really angry and felt my magic spike, but that is about it."

"Ok" Pomfrey nodded, "Mr. Potter, the reason that you can't remember anymore is because of an ability you have called Magical Overdrive."

Harry's face scrunched up in confusion, "What is that?"

"It's an ability that enhances your magic power so that your spells and curses are about 10 times stronger and your aura is crushing to most people. A Last Resort in a sense." She explained.

"Oook, that still does not explain why I can't remember anything else and I have never heard of the ability."

Pomfrey was silent for a moment, "Well, from what I could find out and speculation, the reason that you can't remember is that when the ability is awakened, it takes over control of your body and mind. And for not knowing about this ability is understandable, there have been only 100 cases recorded in history."

"Oh." Was the only thing that Harry could say after hearing that.

As Harry swallowed the information that Madam Pomfrey just related to him, a thought came to mind: If this became public, then he would be admired and hated even more. Being The Boy-Who-Lived and then add an ability that can boost his power by 10, Harry closed his eyes and sighed, thinking about one question:

'Can things get worse?'

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Fleur didn't know how long she was walking for until she found herself at the shore of Black Lake. Glancing around, Fleur saw a large tree sitting right at the shoreline. Looking out on the surface of the lake brought back memories of the second task last year. Thinking about how Harry saved Gabrielle even though she was not his hostage, Fleur had a small smile on her lips. Right after the task, she knew that he was not who she thought he was or what the rumors portrayed him as. However, those thoughts and smile did not last long before reality sunk in.

"'Ow am I going to fix zis?" Fleur asked herself in a small voice.

Fleur sat down and leaned against the tree stump, thoughts running through her head about the possibility of Harry dumping her and if she was going to be completely honest with herself, she would do the same thing if she was in his shoes.

"Fleur?"

Fleur was ripped from her thoughts when she heard a voice from behind her. Turning around, she saw Hermione standing there with a frown on her lips and her arms crossed; but Fleur could see the anger behind her eyes.

"'E-'Ello 'Ermione." Fleur said in a small voice.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "So, would you like to explain to me why Harry is in the Hospital Wing and you're out here on not with him?"

Fleur turned away, "From ze look on your face, you already know why."

"Yes, but I want to know why you did it? The person I see in front of me is not the same person I have gotten to know in the past month. You said things and now moping, that is not the same Fleur that teases Harry with her cleavage just to see him blush that you find adorable."

"Zis is different! I broke 'Arry's trust because I was too focused on 'im gaining control of 'is anger, I was not zinking clearly!" Fleur hissed out, anger at herself evident in her tone.

Hermione sighed before laying a hand on Fleur's shoulder, "True, you did break his trust, but that does not mean that you do not have a chance to get it back." She chuckled humorlessly, "Ron gain back his trust after a while, even with all those things he said about Harry during the majority of last year."

Fleur looked at Hermione straight in the eyes, hope in her's, "Are you sure?"

Hermione nodded with a small smile, "Harry is a very forgiving person, a flaw really, but he will forgive you and in time, learn to trust you again. Accept that you will have to do everything you can in order to regain his trust, but once you do, you'll be just fine."

For the first time that day, Fleur had a full, true smile on her lips.

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Fleur and Hermione sat there near Black Lake for about two hours before heading back to the castle. Hermione took Fleur to the Hospital Wing to see Harry, but when they got there, he was nowhere to be seen. The two of them asked Pomfrey on where he was, and she said that Harry was back in the marriage quarters. The duo walked to the Gryffindor common room, spoke the password, and stepped in to see the room semi-filled with students either talking or reading. Hermione nodded at Fleur with a small smile before heading up the stairs to the girl's dormitories. Fleur strode up the painting over the fireplace saying the password and walked into the torch-lit hallway. Making her way to the door that led to her and Harry's living quarters, Fleur took a deep breath before twisting the handle, opening up to see Harry sitting on the couch. He was gazing at his sword in the fireplace light.

Harry turned to see Fleur walking in and nodded at her, "Hey Fleur."

Fleur flashed him a brief smile, "'Ello 'Arry, 'ow are you feeling?"

"Other than feeling really exhausted, I am good." Harry then sighed, "Look Fleur, we need to talk, can you come here and sit next to me?"

"Of course." Fleur nodded as she made her way to the couch and sat down next to him.

Harry went to open his mouth to speak, but Fleur beat him to the punch, "' Arry, I would like to apologize for what I said yesterday. I was too focused on training that I did not zink about 'ow zose words would affect you." Her tone was sincere and showing that she regretted her actions.

Harry gave her a very brief smile, "Thank you Fleur." The smile disappeared and was replaced with a serious hard look, "I understand that you are here to train me, however, you crossed a line and broke my trust in you as a trainer."

Fleur nodded in understanding, knowing that Harry was not going to do anything too drastic.

"I accept your apology, but I will not forget, and you will have to prove to me that you deserve my trust in you as a teacher. Also, if you pull anything like that again, you will be the one in the Hospital Wing." His voice was ice cold and eyes glowing slightly, showing that he was being 100% serious.

Fleur stared into his eyes hard, showing that she was serious, "I understand 'Arry."

Harry's face changed from serious to a smile, "Thank you Fleur."

Fleur grabbed Harry's left hand and gave it a squeeze, showing that she was grateful for getting another chance. Serpico, who was watching the scene with interest, slithered up to Fleur's waist and nuzzled into her stomach. Harry smiled at the action of his snake when he felt weight on his right shoulder. Turning his head, Harry saw Hedwig on his right, nuzzling his cheek affectionately.

"Did you get a ban from training?" Fleur asked as she used her left hand to pet Serpico, who hissed in pleasure.

"Yep." Harry chuckled lightly, "Madam Pomfrey banned me from any kind of training for a month."

"Um Fleur," Harry said quietly, his cheeks had a red tint to them, "I'm still pretty tired and I-I was wondering if I could rest on your lap?" The last part came out barely above a whisper, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Fleur smirked slightly, "Of course 'Arry." She patted her lap.

Hedwig flew off of Harry's shoulder and landed on the back of a chair that was sitting slightly to their left while Serpico slithered onto the arm of the couch. Harry laid his head on her lap and closed his eyes, abling himself to get sucked into the warmth of Fleur's lap. Fleur raked her fingers softly through Harry's locks, wondering if he will grow out his hair again before falling asleep herself.

It was about dinner time when Harry and Fleur woke up. They washed up before getting Serpico and making their way down and into the Great Hall. Fleur spotted Ron, Hermione, and Neville sitting down a little way away from the rest of the house, which seems to be a new occurrence. Harry grabbed Fleur's hand as they made their way over to the group and smiled at them. The three friends smiled back at the couple as they sat down.

"How are you feeling Harry?" Neville asked, taking a bit of his food.

"Tired, but other than that I'm fine," Harry responded.

Ron nodded, "That's good. It looks like your record for Hospital Wing visits stays in tack for another year."

Fleur's fork stopped halfway into her mouth before turning to Harry with a raised eyebrow, "What is 'e talking about 'Arry?"

Harry swallowed hard and sent a glare at Ron, who was smirking along with Neville.

Hermione decided to "answer" for him, "What Ron is talking about is how Harry has visited the Hospital Wing every year since we started here. Twice last year." She was grinning at Harry's growing discomfort.

"Yeah, that's why there is a plaque with his name on it," Ron added.

"Thank you, Ron," Harry growled out.

Ron saluted with a toothy grin before digging into his food again.

"Well, are you going to explain 'Arry?" Fleur asked with her eyebrow still raised.

"O-Ok, it is true what they said. Last year, I was in the Wing twice so Madam Pomfrey thought it would be a "great" idea to make a plaque with my name on it and put it on the bed that I have been using since the first year." Harry explained.

Fleur just looked at Harry in the eyes for a minute before sighing, "I'm going to break zat record."

Neville snorted, "Good luck with that."

For the rest of dinner, the five friends ate and talked until they decided to retire early for the night. Harry and Fleur went back to their room behind the fireplace. After taking their showers, they crawled into bed; however, Fleur did not cuddle up next to Harry. She laid with her back towards Harry.

'Does she not want to hold me' Harry thought as a cold feeling gripped his heart.

While Harry would never admit it out loud to his friends, he loved being held by Fleur. Feeling her arms and legs wrap around him made Harry feel loved and cared for. Closing his eyes, Harry tried to chase away thoughts of Fleur changing her mind about dating him. Once he thought that those thoughts were gone, he turned towards Fleur.

"Good night Fleur."

"Good night 'Arry."

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4 September 1995

Fleur slowly opened her eyes and felt weight on her chest. Looking down, she found Harry snuggling into her chest and his arms wrapped possessively around her stomach. He was using her as an oversized teddy bear, something that she had done since that first night together. This brought a smile to Fleur's lips as she gazed at her boyfriend. She felt bad last night for not cuddling with him, but she thought he needed his space after what happened with her and training.

Knowing that it was the first day of classes, Fleur lightly shook Harry in order to wake him up. However, this caused him to snuggle even closer to her with his head now in between Fleur's breasts. She chuckled slightly at this action as she knew he loved her breasts.

"' Arry, it's time to wake up," Fleur said, and she shook him a little harder.

"Five more minutes Angel," Harry mumbled out.

Fleur stopped for a second when she heard what Harry had said. 'Did he just call me Angel?' She thought as a devious smirk found its way on her lips.

She wrapped her arms around Harry's head and rolled them over so that Fleur was now on top of him, "O' 'Arry, I am your Angel. Your wis' is my command." Fleur purred into his left ear.

Harry's eyes shot open to see blonde hair and feeling of soft lips on his left earlobe, "G-Goodmorning F-Fleur."

"Aren't you going to give me a command master?" Fleur asked sultrily into his ear before lightly blowing into it.

Harry blushed, "W-What are you talking about?"

Fleur sat up and crossed her arms under her chest with a pout, "You called me Angel, so I just wanted to serve you." Her pout then turned into a feral smirk, "Or, are you one of zose people who want to serve their mistresses?"

Harry's face and neck resembled a ripe tomato, "I-I did not call you an Angel and I do have a clue on what you are talking about."

The smirk never left Fleur's face, but she did raise an eyebrow, "Riiiight." She then started to grind her hips against Harry's manhood, making him hiss in pleasure.

This went on for about a minute before Harry's head cleared slightly and grabbed Fleur's waist, "Alright Fleur, we need to get up as I do class today."

Fleur giggled, "Alright fine, you win zis time."

Harry got up and went into the bathroom with his robes to change and wash up. A few minutes later, Harry stepped out in his robes with the Gryffindor crest and cloak to see Fleur in a uniform that closely resembled her uniform last year. A light blue, knee-length dress, black stockings, light blue high heels, and lastly, a standard Hogwarts black cloak that wrapped around her shoulders. With the sword strapped on and Serpico on his shoulders, covered by the cloak, Harry and Fleur made their way into the common room and then out into the hallway. Walking into the Great Hall, the couple saw Hermione at the table, but not Ron or Neville. Sitting down, Hermione looked up from a piece of paper and flashed them a smile.

"Good morning Harry, Fleur." Hermione greeted.

"Hey, Hermione. Where are Ron and Neville?" Harry asked as he filled his plate along with Fleur.

She shrugged, "I don't know, they were not in the common room when I came out of my dormitory."

Right after Hermione said that Neville and Ron walked into the Hall, making their way to them.

"What's that you have Hermione?" Ron asked as he sat down.

"Schedules." Hermione handed Harry, Ron, and Neville their schedules.

Harry and Fleur looked at his and saw that he had History of Magic first, Divination second, and Defense last for the day.

"I got History, Divination, and Defense," Harry said as he looked up from the paper.

"Same." Ron and Neville said at the same time.

The three boys and Fleur looked at Hermione for her schedule, "I have Arithmancy in place of Divination." Hermione said as she took a bite of her food.

Fleur thought that it was weird that Hermione did not have the completely same schedule as the three boys, "W'y not Divination?"

Harry chuckled, "She thought that it was a dodgy subject during our third year and has not taken since then." Ron and Neville also chuckled at what Harry said while Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"O'," Fleur nodded at the explanation.

"I am just soo excited for Defense though," Neville snorted with sarcasm.

The group laughed at Neville's statement but they all did share statement. Fleur snorted with laughter and felt that she was being more and more accepted into the group. Something as simple as just talking made Fleur feel like she had spent the last five years at Hogwarts than the complete seven years at Beauxbatons.

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Later in the day found Harry, Fleur, Ron, and Neville walking into the Defense classroom. Fleur found herself amused at Harry's lack of attention in History and the very bizarre Trelawney in Divination. Sitting down in the middle row of desks with Fleur, Harry was not looking forward to this period at all. Hermione, Neville, and Ron took their seats on the right row of desks across from Harry and Fleur.

"Hem-Hem."

The whole class turned their heads to see Umbridge standing in the back, cloaked in all pink and with a sickly sweet smile on her lips.

"Hello, class." Umbridge greeted in a tone that screamed false cheerfulness.

A few students muttered their greetings but the majority of the class stayed silent. This caused the smile on Umbridge's face to falter a bit before it was back in full force, "Now now, you can do better than that. Again, Hello class."

"Hello, Professor Umbridge." The class said together.

After nodding in approval, the "professor" made her way to the front of the room and turned to face the class body, "I understand that in the past four years, your instruction in Defense has been quiet… lacking." She let out a small giggle.

Harry rolled his eyes, 'And you are supposed to be the one to fix that?' he thought sarcastically.

Umbridge pointed her wand at two stacks of books that were on her desk and they levitated through the walkway in between rows of desks, passing out the books, "The Ministry wants to fix that issue, so they have personally chosen this textbook in order to accomplish that."

Harry looked at the cover of the book and felt like he was going to be brainwashed: Dark Arts Defense – Basics for Beginners. Right then, he knew that this class was not going to go anywhere forward, but backward. Fleur leaned over to get a look at the book and when she did, Fleur shook her head slightly as she had the same train of thought that Harry did, the Ministry was not helping them.

A student raised their hand and when Umbridge motioned to her, she spoke, "Um, professor, this material is way behind where we were last year."

Umbridge kept that same sweet smile, "Of course, the Ministry saw it fit to start from the beginning and teach you the proper way."

Another student said, "There's nothing in here about defensive or offensive spells."

"Spells?" giggle Umbridge "Why would you need to defend yourselves? There is no one out there to harm children."

Neville snorted, obviously disagreeing with that statement before saying, "What about criminals?"

"You call for the Aurors and wait for them to show up," Umbridge answered as if it was the most obvious answer.

"That is not what the Aurors are for!" A redheaded girl bit out.

"Oh, then could you tell us what they are used for Miss…?"

"Bones, Susan Bones, and the Aurors are more of a military force than a regular police force," Susan replied as she tried to keep her anger out of her answer.

"Ah yes, you are the niece of Amelia Bones. She is very respected within the Ministry, you should be very proud."

Harry raised his hand, Umbridge saw this and her smile turned slightly sinister as she motioned for him to speak, "Professor, so what are we going to learn then?" He wanted to gauge on what would actually be taught.

"There will no practical learning, only theoretical," Umbridge said in her false cheery tone.

The whole class, especially the five friends, did not like the idea of going back to basics and being taught the wrong way by Ministry chumps.

Ron spoke up, "If that is the case, how does the Ministry figure we defend ourselves from someone like Voldemort."

Right as Ron as Voldemort's name, the class, minus the four other friends, flinched or gasped out in fear. Harry pinched his nose in frustration, Fleur shook her head, Neville face-palmed, and Hermione tried to keep her snicker under control. Umbridge's face contorted in one of pure hatred for a few seconds before her nauseating smile was plastered back on her lips.

"Ah yes. Now you all may have heard some rumors about You-Know-Who has returned, but those are just lies. Right, Mr. Potter?"

Harry's frustration/annoyance turned to anger as Umbridge looked at him, challenging him to say something, which he decided to humor her, "Professor, I already told you and the ministry about what happened that night, it does not belong in the classroom." He stated in an even tone.

Umbridge gave a small giggle, "What happened that night is all lies Mr. Potter, why do you insist on lying?"

Harry's rage started to boil over, "Oh really? So Cedric being murdered is just a lie?" He growled out.

The woman shook her head, "Oh heavens no, Mr. Diggory's death was a tragic accident…"

"ACCIDENT?!" Harry roared, letting go of his rage, "HOW CAN YOU STAND THERE WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE AND SAY THAT AN INNOCENT PERSON'S MURDER WAS AN ACCIDENT, YOU BITCH!" Harry was glaring daggers at Umbridge as he felt like he was losing control of his anger again and felt the same sensation that he felt when his ability kicked in for the first time.

The older woman had a sinister smile on her lips, "Tisk tisk, for yelling and cursing at a teacher, that will be a week of detention Mr. Potter. Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" Her tone was mocking at the end.

The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The students knew that Umbridge went too far with the last par and even the students who did not particularly like Harry also knew that saying something like that was a very bad idea. Hermione, Ron, and Neville all scowled at the professor for her choice of words, but they were more worried about how Harry would react. Fleur grabbed his arm in an act to try and calm him down, but he did register her grip.

'Does this bitch have a death wish?' Harry thought angerly.

"You want to repeat that last part you puppet?" Asked Harry in a surprisingly calm tone, but his rage was coming off of him in waves to where even a blind person could see he was pissed.

"Two weeks of detention, Mr. Potter. You will never learn." Umbridge replied in that sickly-sweet tone, but her face was twisted into an ugly smirk.

Fleur grabbed Harry's shoulder and pulled him back into his seat, " 'Arry, you 'ave to calm down. Attacking 'er won't do any good." She whispered to him, trying to get him to get control. It worked as Harry nodded ever-so-slightly.

The rest of the period went as well as it could with what happened earlier. Unlike everyone else, Harry was not reading the first few chapters, he was just glaring at the cover of his book as he was trying to reign in his anger at the so-called professor. When the class ended, Harry shoved his book into his bag and started to walk out with Fleur when he heard that sickly-sweet voice.

"Detention after dinner, my office Mr. Potter."

Harry stopped for a second, seriously contemplating on setting Serpico loose on the woman. In the end, he just decided to say nothing and walk out of the room instead. Harry continued to walk while seething on the inside. He was trying to get his anger under control, but a small part of him wanted to turn around and walk back to the classroom and shove his sword through Umbridge's head. Stopping and taking a few deep breaths, Harry tried to focus on letting his anger go and not letting it fester, which after a minute, he was not fighting his anger as much as he was before. Fleur, who was with him, grabbed his right hand and gave it a squeeze to show that she was still there. Opening his eyes, Harry gave Fleur a small smile before they continued their walk to the Hall. When they got there, Harry did not see his three friends, so he and Fleur sat down and started to eat as Serpico slithered down from Harry's shoulders and nibble on a piece of meat.

A minute later saw Ron along with Hermione and Neville make their way into the Hall and to where Harry and Fleur were. They sat down across from the couple and from the looks on their faces, they were not happy.

"I cannot believe the nerve of that woman!" Hermione hissed as she stabbed her food.

"Yeah," Neville nodded with a frown, "What she said crossed a line in multiple ways."

Ron looked at Harry who had not said anything up to that point, "I really thought you were going to attack her, which would have been bloody brilliant!"

Fleur scowled at the thought of the woman, "Zat is not 'ow a professor should act! Your ministry is making a 'uge mistake by doing zis."

Hermione looked over at Harry who, again, had not said anything and was just eating, "You are awfully quiet Harry." She was confused as usually, Harry would have been cursing and ranting about something like this.

Harry looked up from his plate with an eyebrow raise, his anger plain as day in his eyes, "What do you want me to say, Hermione? I am so pissed that I am actually contemplating murdering her, but I cannot do that so there is nothing I can say or do right now. Just drop it." With that, Harry returned to eating his food.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville knew that Harry was right in that he could not do anything about Umbridge. However, Fleur knew that this was not ok and knew that they could do something about the woman, but did not know what. The rest of dinner was relatively quiet for the five friends as they ate. As it was about time for most of the students to start heading back to their respective common rooms for the night, Harry, along with Fleur and Serpico went the way of the Defense classroom, which also held the professor's office. What Harry did not know was that he was about to step into a world of sadistic torture.

A/N: Alright, I wanted to try and stay as close to Umbridge's portrayal in canon as possible but step up the sadistic factor by a bit. Also, the trust issue, some people will not like how Harry forgave Fleur, but remember, he does not trust as a teacher right now and she has to earn that back. Anyways, Please read and review. Swat303810 signing off!