When they all arrived at Hogwarts, Hazel felt lonely at the table. Without Cedric there, she couldn't help but feel isolated. She wished she could sit with the twins. And they clearly felt the same. Fred watched his brother looking at Hazel, and elbowed him. Harry caught both their attention whilst Dumbledore rambled on.

"That woman. She was at my hearing. She works for Fudge." He insisted.

That wasn't good. The ministry getting involved at Hogwarts. Fred and George knew what this meant. More pranks. And much more havoc. Hazel stared at the woman in pink, already disliking her. Nothing was worse than her toad-like face, she was sure. They were all then dismissed to their common rooms, and the twins quickly found Hazel.

They didn't like to leave her alone, just in case. She had gone through a lot. No one wanted her to have a mental break down. Not when they were all so close to getting out of Hogwarts and being able to actually live their lives.

"Cheer up, Haze." Fred insisted.

"Yeah." George agreed. "No one likes a stick in the mud." She just rolled her eyes and she linked her arms through each of theirs.

"No one likes a jerk either." She mocked. Hazel felt more herself around the twins. They were her family.

They led her to her common room and she quickly left them, finally reaching the dorms and falling asleep in her uniform.

The next morning, she had her first DADA lesson. Dolores Umbridge, the pink, ministry toad, was teaching it. She would have rather stayed in bed. But it didn't matter. She scrambled up and got ready, heading straight for the DA classroom.

When she sat down, she found a text book on her desk.

"What the hell is this?" She asked the toad. Dolores turned around. Never had she met such a rude child.

"This is your text book. It will tell you everything you need to know to pass your exams at the end of the course of the year." Hazel was on her feet.

"How are we supposed to practice casting spells? There was a murder last year. How are we supposed to learn defence? That is what this class is for."

Hazel was getting on Umbridge's nerves, and she was going to regret it.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident, Miss Moss."

"My name is Ariana Black, and Cedric was murdered. I don't know what the ministry want from us, but they're sending us to our deaths by not teaching us how to actually cast spells in defence of our own lives."

"ENOUGH!" Dolores shouted at her. She then straightened out her pink bow and cleared her throat. "You can join Mr Potter in detention this evening, Miss Black."

The detention was in her pink, hideously decorated office. On the walls were cat plates and pink bows. Crazy cat lady. Makes sense. Hazel thought to herself. Harry was already there. They both sat in the chairs in front of her desk. Dolores smiled to herself. She was looking forward to teaching these children respect. Harry looked at Hazel. Hazel looked back at him. They both then turned to look at the toad.

"You both know why you are here." She began.

"Because you don't like the truth. News flash lady: I will not let you or anyone tell me I am wrong when I know what happened to Cedric." Harry nodded in agreement with Hazel.

"I saw him murdered and you think I am going to let you cover that up to save your own skins?" Harry asked her.

Dolores was really starting to hate these children. They didn't know their places. And they certainly didn't respect Cornelius. And this was a big problem.

"That is enough or I will give you both another detention." She smiled darkly. They both shut their mouths, unhappily and unwillingly.

"Now." She began. "You're going to write 'I must not tell lies' on the paper."

They both went to get out their quill's. She stopped them.

"Not with yours." She explained, pulling out two red-black feathered quills. "With these special ones of mine."

"What about ink?" Hazel asked.

"You won't need any."

"How many times?" Harry asked. Dolores' smiled darkened further.

"How many times it takes for it to sink in."

So they both began writing. Harry had written the lines twice, and Hazel had already written them five times. They both then dropped the quills as their hands began to hurt. Hazel's eyes widened. Harry had it written on the back of his hand, only once. One Hazel's arm, the lines were written all five times, circling her wrist. Dolores then walked over to them.

"Yes?"

They both just stared at her.

"Nothing." Harry responded.

"Good." She smiled joyfully. "Because deep down, you know you deserve to be punished. Don't you?"

Hazel headed back to her dorm, covering her wrist with her robe. The two offenders had said nothing to each other since the words etched on their skin. Fred and George were also headed to the dorms, and saw their traumatised faces. Harry walked straight past, whilst Hazel quickly turned away. George grabbed her arm.

"Hazel." He worried. "What's wrong?"

Then her sleeve fell down, exposing the circles of words. George's eyes opened wide. Fred immediately rushed over.

"Who did this?" He asked, anger clear on his face. She remained silent, pulling her wrist out of his grip. No one could know. Not unless Dumbledore could suddenly overpower the ministry. Which Hazel doubted. So she kept her mouth shut. Making the punishment known would only make things worse between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

But things were about to get much worse.

In the passing weeks, Dolores decided to examine the staff in Hogwarts. One by one, each was surveyed to each little detail. That included poor Flitwick's height. And when that was done, Umbridge had decided which of the staff to remove. Professor Trelawney.

They all watched as the professor was pushed into the courtyard by Umbridge. Trelawney pleaded with Umbridge. She refused. So McGonagall stepped in.

Then Dumbledore appeared.

Harry was one of the only students he had contact with. The rest, Dumbledore practically ignored. And now Harry was having the same experience as everyone else. And he didn't like it.

Dumbledore looked at them both, his eyes stern. He then told Dolores that she had no power. To that, she just smiled at him. Soon she would. And there'd be no chance of his redemption. "Not yet." She smirked. But she would. Just you wait and see.

Harry, Ron and Hermione soon realised that there was no way they could defend themselves with Umbridge's new DA course. So, Hermione convinced Harry to lead in a secret group, which trained everyone in casting defensive spells.

Everyone met in the Hog's Head. And Harry tried to explain about why they were there. And then someone asked about Cedric. They were all interested to know the gossip. So Hazel got to her feet.

"You morons! This isn't about Cedric's death! This is about stopping him killing us!" She shouted at them.

"I am disgusted that any of you would be so keen to hear about how someone we all loved died."

She sat down and Harry gave her a grateful. He understood. They both were cut up over Cedric dying. And they now had a mutual respect for each other. So Harry continued. And they all wrote their names down. Fred and George were the first to head to the table and write down their names. Rule breaking with a side of actually learning something useful. Who wouldn't do that? And with that, they all quickly dispersed.

Dumbledore's Army had begun.