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Surprise
Time seemed to freeze as Harry stared at a man and a woman in front of him. All he could hear was the pounding of his blood. He was vaguely aware of the others staring open-mouthed at the sight before them, not that he blamed them of course. He was having hard time believing it as well. Although his logical mind was telling him that this situation was impossible, his heart longed for it to be true. Just when the silence got unbearable, the man with messy hair stirred.
"Ugh, my head hurts." The man whined while rubbing his head tenderly. He blinked blearily as he tried to get his bearings. When his gaze took in the crowd staring at him, he blinked in shock and shook the shoulder of the red haired woman who groaned as response. "Hey, come in Lily. People are staring at us and it's getting really creepy."
"Huh? What do you mean, James? What people-" With one look at the hundred pairs of of eyes that were trained on her, her mouth formed a perfect 'O'. "Oh. I get what you mean." Then, her eyes immediately narrowed as she turned to glare at the man. "James, if this is one of your silly jokes I swear I will make you pay."
"Oh, come on, Lils. You know I wouldn't joke around with this kind of stuff." He retorted, all the while never leaving his gaze off Harry's face. If he was any other person, he would have started feeling uncomfortable. But he was his father, so Harry hungrily took in all the details of his face. He was so identical to him. He could see why everyone told him he looked like his father except for his eyes, which were same as the woman's eyes. His mother's eyes.
"Harry?" It was Lily who hesitantly called out, breaking the silence between them. She took a timid step towards her son, reaching out and as if he was in trance, Harry stood up as well. The next thing they knew, they were hugging each other, Lily sobbing in happiness and James squeezing the life out of them. He also pulled Remus and Sirius as well since he knew his dog form, and as they stayed like that with no one willing to break the silence, awkwardness started settling down on them. Finally noticing the stares, James Potter waved a little with slightly forced smile on his face. "Uh, hello, everyone?" He sounded so uncertain of himself, but that simple sentence was enough to start a flood of questions.
"James Potter?"
"But you are dead!"
"Oh my god. Is that Lily Potter?"
"Are you a Death Eater?"
The last one was from Moody, of course, as he squinted suspiciously at them with his wand present on his hand. He growled threateningly that would have made most people wet themselves, but James only grinned amusedly. "Ah, paranoid aren't we, Mad-Eye?"
"Answer me." Moody snapped, but despite his growls, James only grinned wider. Apparently the shock wore out by now and he regained his snark and humor. "You want proof that I am not some old Voldy's trick or hallucination? Well, how about this? When we met for the first time, I made a mistake of coming over to you from your back, and you thought I was a Death Eater. You almost burned my entire hair with fire, if I remember correctly. But my dearest Lily-flower thought it was funny, which it wasn't."
James turned to scowl accusingly at his wife, who immediately defended herself. "What? It was funny! Besides, you deserved it anyways. At least that incident managed to squish your big ego." She blinked innocently as James mock-glared at her. "Honestly," he sniffed. "My ego isn't that big."
"Yes, it is." Lily and several others retorted instantly, and James pouted at this. People still seemed unsure whether this was happening for real, and the aurors and professors held out their wands as they looked at each other uncertainly. Moody still seemed suspicious, and his normally whirling magical eye was fixed squarely on the two people. "How did you get here then? You were murdered on that Halloween, and even if you weren't, what did you do for the last fifteen years?" He barked out questions, and people strained to hear the answer. All of them were wondering about that.
"Well, we were killed." Lily admitted. "So we were at the heaven, I guess. It was very pleasant place. Really enjoyable, and we got to be reunited with our families and friends. Oh, and Molly, your brothers says hello. They said they were really proud of you, but stop mollycoddling your kids." Mrs. Weasley teared up at the mention of her brothers, and Mr. Weasley patted her back to calm her down.
"It would have been a peaceful place if it wasn't for someone playing pranks all the time." She glared at her husband who held up his arms in surrender. "Hey, if it wasn't for me, it would have been so boring! Everyday we just get up, eat, talk and sleep! I just put in some fun into our life." Professors of Hogwarts rolled their eyes at the typical James Potter response. It was clear that fifteen years of being dead didn't change the man.
"Anyways, for how we got here, I honestly have no idea. Not that I'm complaining." She quickly added as she sent a hesitant smile towards her son. Harry weakly smiled back. Her mother was so beautiful... It was no wonder his dad - oh, god, the word sounded so foreign to him - had so big crush on her.
Just then, a note appeared and fell to Dumbledore's hands. The Headmaster arced his eyebrow at this, and as he read the note, his eyebrow went up until it disappeared under the hairline.
"Well? What does it say?" Finally regaining her wits to talk, Umbridge impatiently prodded him for information. Dumbledore coughed a little before speaking up. "The note says, 'I hope you all are enjoying the reading time. I know it is really big shock for you, but they are important figures in the stories, so they are going to read with you. Besides, it will be much more amusing with them. P.S. You're welcome, Harry.' I guess you two are staying with us then." He chuckled amiably and his eyes twinkled brightly.
It took long time for Harry to process what he had just heard. His parents were alive again, and that's all that mattered to him. Oh, gods, his parents were alive! Please don't let this be a dream. Please, please, please, please, let it be real! Harry chanted the same mantra over and over in his mind, crossing his fingers and praying with all his might. He wasn't the only one. Sirius, Remus, Snape (though he was only praying for Lily. James Potter could rot in hell for all he cared) and other people were wishing the same thing as well.
"Wait a minute, what reading? What are you talking about?" James made a time out gesture with his hands, looking baffled. "Well? Are you going to tell us or what?"
"Lots of things happened after you died, Mr. Potter." Umbridge, in an effort to gain control of the situation, spoke up first in her sickly sweet voice. Apparently, like everyone else, James wasn't fond of toads in pink, either. He wrinkled his nose in barely contained disdain and seemed reluctant to let her talk. Umbridge didn't notice any of this, and continued talking. Naturally, her story was told in Ministry's point of view, meaning she would talk about how wonderful and hardworking the Ministry was.
"After you died the Ministry captured Sirius Black and put him in Azkaban for his crimes-"
"You did what?" Lily shrieked in horror, and James looked horrified as well. "Why would you even do that?" Umbridge pursed her lips in annoyance, but forced a smile on her face. After all, it wouldn't do good to put the Head of the Potter Family against her. "Although you may not remember correctly, Mrs. Potter, but Sirius Black was the secret keeper. He had betrayed you and that's how You-Know-Who got into your house."
James blinked as he tried to digest what he heard and he burst into laughter. "Seriously? That's what everyone think happened? Gods, you really are hopeless. If you had just bothered to read our will, you would have had a proof that our secret keeper was in fact, Peter Pettigrew." He shook his head disappointedly. "Really, I expected better of you. It's a wonder magical Britain is still standing with a Ministry like you."
Umbridge and Fudge's face turned red in anger, and the Minister bellowed. "How dare you! Being dead must have effected your memories because Peter Pettigrew cannot be the secret keeper! Even if he was, Sirius Black still broke the law by murdering Peter and muggles!"
"Excuse me? Sirius did what?" Lily gasped in shock, and the Minister smirked triumphantly. "Peter Pettigrew went to catch Sirius Black by himself and Black murdered him along with several unfortunate muggles." His smirk faltered faltered when he saw Harry whispering something to them and James facepalming.
"For your information, Minister, Sirius did not kill those muggles and Pettigrew." Everyone except for few who knew the truth blinked in surprise at the amount of hatred he inserted as he said his childhood's friend's name. They were like brothers during their stay at Hogwarts, so did Peter really betray the Potters to make James hate him so much? "I believe Sirius went to catch Pettigrew in his anger - curse that idiot's short temper and recklessness - and Pettigrew managed to frame him."
"But, but we found Peter Pettigrew's finger!" The Minister protested feebly, but he already had a feeling that he'll lose this argument. That didn't stop him from trying, though. "How do you explain that?"
"Was there a sewer nearby?" It was Lily who spoke up this time, and Umbridge scoffed at the ridiculousness of the question. "What kind of question is that?" She was so furious that she didn't even care how rude she sounded right now.
"Just answer it." James snapped, making her scowl. "Yes, there was a sewer. "
"Well, that explains it." Lily secretly glared at the black grim that was sitting next to her son. Sirius gulped audibly. She was going to kill him for leaving Harry behind. He just knew it. "Peter Pettigrew is an illegal animagus."
"He is a what?" Everyone yelled in shock and James rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, surprise and all that. Sirius, Pettigrew and I managed to find a way to become an animagus for our dearest Remmy's furry little problem." James paused to wink at his friend. "Anyways, the traitor's form is a rat. He probably shot a curse, cut off his finger and escaped through the sewer by turning into a rat. So you got the wrong person."
"But, but, I, Black," the Minister continued to splutter, trying to find a word to defend himself. "Black is supposed to be-" He immediately stopped himself when Lily gave him a glare. "I, I will arrange a trial for Sirius Black." He said reluctantly, praying that somehow Black was the murderer so his public image won't be ruined. "But we don't know where Black currently is. We know he's hiding somewhere around Albenia..." He trailed off when James snorted in amusement.
"You know what? I'll find him in the next five minutes, and you are going to question him here fairly. Deal?" James bargained and the Minister nodded. After all, the Ministry had searched for him for years with no success. So how could a man single handedly find Black in so short amount of time?
"Right then. Come on, Padfoot, let's go find that idiot." James called out cheerfully. "He was Sirius' dog so he'll find him easily." He explained when Umbridge opened her mouth to object. He raised an eyebrow the Weasley twins who fell out of their chairs in shock at hearing one of their idol's name, and the messy haired man and the rather reluctant dog went out of the Great Hall.
"I guess it's time for lunch then." Dumbledore chuckled merrily and gestured for the people to go ahead and eat.
"Alright, Sirius. Turn back. Now." James ordered in a tone that left no room for arguments. Mentally bracing himself for the yelling he would surely receive, the Sirius turned into human. "Uh, please don't kill me?"
"SIRIUS BLACK! JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? GOING AFTER PETTIGREW WHEN HARRY, YOUR OWN GODSON, NEEDED YOUR HELP?" Only pausing enough to put up a privacy ward, James started yelling at the other man. "IDIOT! I TOLD YOU YOUR RECKLESSNESS WILL PUT YOU INTO TROUBLE DIDN'T I? AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED NOW! YOU WERE IN AZKABAN AND HARRY WAS-" James stopped short, frowning as he did. "Wait, who did Harry live with anyways?"
"Uh, with the Dursleys?" Sirius didn't even care he squeaked a little at the end. He was busy observing the overprotective father in front of him. Sure enough, James Potter exploded just as Sirius knew he would. He couldn't really blame him, though. After all, he was trying to kill the Dursleys when he found out. He really wished he had brought a Calming Draught with him. Speaking of which, he would need to be prepared when James finds out about how the Dursleys treated Harry. Though he would absolutely love to join his friend in torturing the Dursleys, he couldn't let James get arrested, could he?
"HARRY WAS LIVING WITH THE DURSLEYS?" If James was angry before, he was absolutely livid now. Sirius frantically pulled back his friend to stop him from storming into the Great Hall and cursing Dumbledore for allowing Harry to stay with them. Or he could have saw the Dursleys sitting there so he might be trying to go there to kill them.
"Bloody hell, James! Calm down!"
"Calm down? Calm down? You are telling me to calm down when Harry was sent to the Dursleys? Merlin, Sirius, don't you remember what they did at our wedding? Lily cried for a week after that! They are absolutely disgusting and rude and hell if I let them care for my son." Furious, James whipped out his wand and struggled to get out of his friend's grip. "Let me go, Sirius! I'm gonna teach them a lesson."
"Oi, James, if you do that you will be arrested and sent to Azkaban. You don't want that when Harry needs you, right?" Sirius tried to make his friend see some logic as calmly as he could. He breathed out a sigh of relief when the other man's struggle decreased. "Okay, now, since we are all calm now, I'll tell you something you will love. The Dursleys are here so although we can't harm them," he sent a pointed look at here. "What we can do is prank them. You'll like that won't you?"
A devilish grin slowly spread across James Potter's face, his inner Marauder ready for action. "Of course. Just imagine all kinds of fun we'll have with them." James all but purred, and Sirius almost felt sorry for the Dursleys. Almost.
"Alright then. Let's get you out of the jail." James, back to his usual cheerful-self, exclaimed, and dragged the other man with him.
In the Great Hall, people started whispering to each other all the while glancing occasionally at Lily who stood there looking uncomfortable.
"Bloody hell, dead people coming back to living? That's so weird." Seamus muttered, shooting a glance towards the red haired woman. "What's next? Cedric Diggory coming back?" Just as he finished speaking, a note popped up on his head.
"Hey! What the-" He got off by by the note as it smacked him on the face - if that was even possible - forcing him to to grab it and read the contents.
If that's what you want. Challenge accepted.
Seamus blinked blankly at the note, wondering whether this mysterious sender of notes really meant this or he/she was just pulling his legs.
"So..." Lily said, smiling hesitantly at people who turned to stare at her. Harry idly realized that they were getting the same treatment as him. Oh, well. At least they'll know how he feels when people gawk at him like he's an animal in the zoo. "Anything else happened while we were, uh, dead?"
"Um, Harry was sent to his relatives." Remus answered, barely suppressing a growl as he thought of the Dursleys. Lily stiffened, then...
"WHAT?"
She screeched so loudly that people near her had to cover their ears to protect them. She didn't seem to notice any of that, though.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS RELATIVES? ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, YOU BETTER NOT HAVE PUT HIM WITH PETUNIA AND HER HUSBAND. YOU KNOW SHE HATES EVERYTHING RELATED TO MAGIC! I SPECIFICALLY STATED THAT IN NO CIRCUMSTANCES WAS HARRY TO BE PLACED WITH THEM!"
It was as if she had used a Sonorus spell to increase the volume of her voice. Even with their hands over their ears, their ears felt like it was being torn into pieces.
"But the blood wards-" Dumbledore tried to explain, only to be cut off by furious and overprotective mother.
"BLOOD WARDS MY ARSE, DUMBLEDORE! SO WHAT IF HE'S SAFE FROM OUTSIDE FORCE? HAVE YOU EVEN CONSIDERED HOW MAGIC-HATERS WILL TREAT MY SON? HOW DARE YOU! DID YOU EVEN CHECK IF HARRY WAS BEING MISTREATED? WELL? NO, YOU DIDN'T! HOW JUST DARE YOU PUT HIM WITH THEM? YOU COULD HAVE PUT HIM WITH ANYONE AND THAT'S WHAT YOU CHOSE? ANYONE WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN THEM!" When she noticed her sister and her family cowering at the Head Table, they started being targeted by her fiery temper. Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh in relief at this.
"PERUNIA! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE MISTREATED MY SON, OR I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!" Petunia paled at hearing this. After all, she knew how violent overprotective mother could be. Add the infamous Evans temper and no one will survive the wrath of Lily Evans. She started trembling slightly when her imagination supplied her with what her sister might do to her family. Their neighbors will definitely notice something different then. She almost sobbed when she realized that they'll never be recognized as normal, hard-working, decent folks but as abnormal and freakish. Apparently, her husband reached that conclusion as well if his paling face was anything to go by.
Just when Lily paused for a breath, James, accompanied by Sirius barged in. When they noticed cowering Dursleys, students clutching their ears and a very furious Lily Potter in the middle of the chaos, they immediately dropped dead on their track.
"Did I miss something?" James asked carefully, looking around in confusion. Sirius looked at his godson for any explanation and Harry gestured at his mother and the Dursleys with a 'what-do-you-think' look. Sirius blinked blinked once, and nodded in understanding. In return, he indicated that it happened with James as well. "Well?" James, who didn't notice any of this, re-asked impatiently.
"Sirius Black!" Umbridge shrieked, pointing at the man. "Arrest him!"
"I think our bargain was to give him a trial, not just putting him in Azkaban." James snapped, his patience running thin. Sirius was afraid that he might lose it when he saw the Dursleys, but to his great relief, he only clenched his jaw and moved on. "Hmm? Lily?"
"It's nothing. I just...lost my temper a bit there." She said, inhaling deeply to calm herself. It didn't have big effects though. James understood, and he patted his wife's back sympathetically. "Yeah, I know. I also did that only minutes ago actually. Gave Sirius a hard time." He flashed the dog-animagus a sheepish grin. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to talk to your lovely sister and her family. Yes?"
Thanks to her years of experience with the Marauders, Lily got the implication behind his words. In fact, everyone in the Hall did. "Right, and I'm sure we'll have an absolutely wonderful talk with them." Lily replied, her eyes flashing.
"That's my wife!" James said cheerfully. The rapidly paling Dursleys gulped in fear. They were so going to have a long day. James turned to the Minister and Umbridge, his eyebrow raised. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get the Veritaselum already!"
"I will not tolerate you speaking to me in that tone!"
"Guess what? I don't care so deal with it!"
Hermione blinked as she watched Harry's father arguing with the Ministry. Well, at least now she knew where Harry got his recklessness and stubbornness. Perhaps she could ask Harry's mother for advice? After all, she lived with him so she might have some tips for how to stop Harry from diving head first into dangers and troubles. She really could use some time by herself without worrying whether Harry - who was like a brother to her - was in trouble or not.
Muttering darkly, Umbridge and Fudge scowled at the dark haired man, who glared back in return. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily as usual as if he was watching a happy family interacting with each other instead of enemies at each others throats. "Now, now, there's no need for any violence. Severus, my boy, would you get the serum, please?"
James, who was glaring in defiance at the Minister, did a double take at this. "Wait, Snape is here?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." The Potions Master sneered down at him, and the two infamous enemies glared at each other, Ministry long-forgotten. James opened his mouth to say something which is probably an insult of sort, but couldn't because of Lily smacking his head.
"James Potter, stop being rude and be nice!"
"But he's the Slythe-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll hit you again." Lily threatened, effectively shutting the man up. "Honestly, James, just because he or she is a Slytherin doesn't mean they're evil. A bit dark, maybe, but not evil."
Slytherins blinked in surprise at hearing the Gryffindor defend them, the snakes. Daphne didn't know what to feel when her sister looked at the woman in awe and admiration. Technically, they shouldn't be feeling that kind of emotion towards a Gryffindor of all people, but truth to be told, she was feeling the same thing. There were hardly anyone who didn't hate the Slytherin, let alone side with them. She was pretty sure all of her fellow housemates were at least shocked by the woman if their opened mouths were anything to go by. She would also bet that at least dozens of them won't treat her as hostile as others. Hmm, perhaps the Potter boy could learn that from his mother. Despite what people might say, not all Slytherins enjoyed tormenting the other Houses. The Greengrass sisters didn't like the school rivalry, either, so it wasn't a surprise that they were wishing some truce would be formed between the Houses.
"Alright, alright." James scowled, rubbed his sore head. "Geez, woman. You didn't have to hit that hard, you know." That earned him another smack. This one much harder than the previous one. Sirius winced behind his friend. He knew how painful it could be from his experience.
Snape raised his eyebrow at this, but from the smirk on his face, it was clear that he was enjoying it. With a lazy flick of his wand, he summoned Veritaserum and handed it to the Headmaster. "Well, let's get started." Dumbledore said cheerfully.
So the trial started, or at least what looked like it. Instead of solemn judges, crowd of excited students sat, whispering to each other and watching the entire scene unfolding front of them. Instead of the the frightened criminal chained to a chair, carefree Sirius sat on a comfy chair which was transfigured by Lily. Sirius was even chatting happily with his friends, James, Lily and Remus. It made Umbridge and Fudge's blood boil, which probably was what Sirius intended to do.
"Silence!" Umbridge screeched. "The trial of Sirius Black will start now. Inject the Veritaserum."
After sending a reassuring smile to Harry - he definitely looked like he needed it - Sirius gulped down the potion in one go. His eyes turned glassy and his form slumped as the effects of potion settled in.
"What is your name?"
"Sirius Orion Black."
"Your birth date?"
"November 15th, 1959."
"Oh, just get to the point already!" James yelled impatiently, earning a scowl which went ignored.
"Were you the secret keeper of the Potters?"
"No."
"What?" Umbridge shrieked, looking bewildered.
"I said no, I was not the secret keeper of the Potters."
"Perhaps your question was too vague, dear. Be more specific." Fudge said, but he was starting to sweat, so people knew he didn't believe that. But that didn't stop him from wishing desperately for any excuse other than that he sent an innocent man to Azkaban. If that happened, 99.99 percent he'll lose his job.
"No, that was pretty specific." James deadpanned and even under the effect of Veritaserum, Sirius managed to let out a snort of amusement. Umbridge ignored this and tried again.
"Did you in any way assist You-Know-Who?"
"Yes." Umbridge and Fudge's faces lit up in delight, but it dimmed as Sirius continued to talk. "James and Lily actually wanted me to be their secret keeper, but I told them to choose the rat. It was supposed to be the perfect trick. Who would expect a coward like him to be the secret keeper? But Pettigrew betrayed us, leading to the deaths of the Potters. So yes, I am partly guilty for their deaths."
"Oh, please, Sirius. It wasn't your fault." Lily rolled her eyes. "Honestly, why is it that Gryffindors love to take the blame that's not even theirs?" Tell me about it. Thought Harry's friends, eyeing the said boy. He caught them staring, and he frowned. "What?"
"Nothing." They chorused.
"You didn't help the Dark Lord? Nothing?"
"No."
Now Umbridge and Fudge were panicking, looking extremely nervous. They could just imagine the scandal they were going to be bombarded with. Thank goodness Rita Skeeter wasn't here. She'll manage to make this situation even worse. Thinking the same thing, Hermione thought for a minute and a smirk slowly appeared on her face.
"Harry, Ron. Do you boys want to join me on a meeting?"
"What meeting? What are you talking about?"
"Meeting with Rita Skeeter." Hermione replied calmly, and they looked at her . "Who are you and what have you done to our Hermione?" Harry said in suspicious tone, but because he had a grin on his face, she knew he was joking.
"Blimey, Hermione are you serious? I never thought I would live to see her cause trouble to the Minister like this! Whatever you do, I'm in. I'll follow your lead so just tell me what I need to do." Ron exclaimed happily, eager to put whatever plan she had on her mind into action.
"Well, that's settled, isn't it? Or do you have other things to ask?" They meekly shook their heads in negative and James jumped to his feet, eager to return to his friend. Using the potion that Snape handed (James got suspicious that he had put poison in the potion and only when Lily hit him on the head did he use it), Sirius was back in action, grinning widely. It made him look a lot younger.
"Freeeeeeeeee!" Sirius crowed, doing his own version of victory dance. Without warning he squeezed the life out of the Potters and Harry suddenly found himself up on the air.
"Sirius!" Harry squeaked, his face as red as tomato. "Let go!"
Sirius continued swinging him up in the air, his grin threatening to split his face. "I'm free! Finally, I'll won't be stuck in that stupid house! Oh, and I'll get my wand back! Can you believe that? My wand! This is the best day of my entire life!"
"Alright, that's enough, Sirius." Remus called out amusedly, successfully cutting off the other man's cheerful rambling. Finally regaining his senses, the animagus put down highly irritated and blushing Harry with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, pup. But hey, can you blame me? I'm free! As in actually free, like I can walk around and no one will arrest me for something I didn't do. Free!"
"Yeah, I heard you the first time you said that." Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't stop his own grin from appearing on his face. "Honestly, Sirius, stop acting so childish."
"Me? Childish? Never!" Sirius declared, pointedly ignoring the amused looks people gave him. "It's so nice to be free." He sighed dreamily with a glazed look on his face. At the moment, he looked like Luna when she was talking about one of her favorite creatures.
"Really, Sirius, I'm hurt. It feels like you're only glad to see me because I got you free." James placed his hand over his chest, a hurtful look on his face. He strategically widened his eyes and tilted his head just a bit, resembling every bit like a kicked puppy. "Aren't you glad to see me? Hmm?"
That caused the dog-animagus to jump up and do a happy dance with his best friend. Poor Remus was also forced to do it, looking sullen but amused as well. Fortunately, Harry avoided the same fate by instantly running away and hiding behind his friends. This would have continued if it wasn't for a certain irritated toad-like witch(a.k.a. Umbridge), who stood up and shrieked at them to sit down. Of course the joyful Marauders ignored her, and as much as the sight was amusing, Professor McGonagall silenced them down with a glare. However, James and Sirius were delighted to note that the corner of her lip was twitching slightly, alerting them that she was on verge of bursting into smiles.
"Well, now since everyone have calmed down," Umbridge sent a vicious glare towards certain men in the Hall, who cheekily smiled back. "It's time to read the book."