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"Muggle's are filth."

Gale clenched her hands on the edge of the desk as Alecto paced back in forth across the front of the classroom, her eyes glinting maliciously. "They are dirty, stinky, filthy animals, not worth the spit they swallow."

You have got to be kidding me, Gale thought to herself, rolling her eyes. She absolutely did not want to be here for this.

Grabbing her bag, Gale stood from her seat, walking towards the door. The seventh year Gryffindors that were there with her tensed, watching.

"Dumbledore," Alecto said, "just where do you think you're going?"

Gale put her hand on the doorknob, turning it and pushing it slightly open. Alecto smirked. "Very well. I suppose will just have to send for Professor Ark to deal with you."

Now it was Gale's turn to tense. Her palms became horribly sweaty. She couldn't sit here, listening to this diatribe that Carrow called a listen, but she couldn't face Ark, not yet. She was still too scared.

Evil laughter.

Piercing blue eyes that burned her very soul.

Pain.

Oh so much pain.

Looking up to the ceiling, Gale closed the door. She gave Alecto the best glare that she could muster before plopping down into her seat. Neville was watching her, confused. She hadn't told him, Ginny, or Luna why she was so scared. Besides, she didn't think she could talk if she wanted too. Her throat always felt constricted.

"As I was explaining, the animals that they are, Muggles are known to be vicious," Alecto continued. "They forced us, we powerful beings into hiding."

If we were so powerful, how did they force us into hiding? Gale asked herself.

"This," Alecto said, gesturing around. "This is the natural order being reestablished."

The rest of the class continued on like that, her telling them how bad Muggles were. Next to her, Dean Thomas clenched his fist. Gale had almost forgotten that he was Muggleborn.

Neville took her hand at the end of class, as he had been doing lately. Gale didn't mind though. It was reassuring having him there when Harry and Ron couldn't be.

Draco

I found myself behind Longbottom and Gale on our way to Dark Arts. His hand was almost always permantly attached to hers and it was really starting to irk me. I couldn't do anything about it of course, not with Crabbe and Goyle flanking me. Crabbe had become strangly defiant as of late and I had a feeling he wouldn't wait a second before selling me out to Snape.

"You can't just try to walk out like that," Neville was telling her. "We don't have a clue what they'll do if we don't listen to them."

I saw Gale glare up at him before she reached into her pocket, holding up something that I couldn't see. Longbottom grabbed her hand. "Put that away before someone sees."

But she didn't. She continued to force it in his face. He sighed. "Fine, fine, we'll talk to Luna and Ginny later."

"What's there to talk about Longbottom?" I said, coming up beside the pair. "Surely you haven't got something to hide."

Gale glared at me. For a moment, I thought she might punch me again or something but if she had wanted to, she didn't get the chance. . . . Longbottom pulled her off to the other side of him, away from me. "Go away, Malfoy."

But we were at the classroom then. The Gryffindor pair walked in and went to the back, setting next to the rest of their Gryffindor friends while Crabbe, Goyle, and I sat in the front. If Gale and her friends were up to something, I needed to find out. There was no way I was going to let her get in trouble with Ark.

Amycus stood in front of the class, a grin on his face. "The Cruciatus Curse. Can anyone explain to me what it does? Hmm. . . . how 'bout you Longbottom?"

Longbottom blanched but if anything, his glared deepened. Amycus's grin grew. "No? Ten points from Gryffindor then."

"For what?" Dean Thomas said, indignant.

"For failutre to coorperate and ten points from you, Thomas, for speakin' out of turn." Amycus turned away from the Gryffindors and looked to us. "Maybe one of you can tell me."

Crabbe, yes, Vincent Crabbe raised his hand. I'm fairly sure I wasn't the only one surprised. "It's the torturin' curse."

"Good, twenty points to Slytherin. Since this class is titled the Dark Arts, I will be teaching you all the Dark Arts, starting with our favorite three curses. Can anyone tell me the other two?"

Behind me one of the Gryffindors murmured, "This is ridiculous."

Amycus twirled around suddenly, pointing his wand towards the last two back rows where the Gryffindors were. We all turned around as Seamus Finnigan hopped up from his seat. A dazed look had come over his face.

The Imperius Curse.

The Slytherins laughed as Finnigan started jogging in place before crouching down, hopping around the classroom like a frog. Amycus looked positively delighted, leading Finnigan towards a wall which I'm sure would have given him a very bloody nose – if it hadn't been for the fact that Amycus' wand suddenly flew out of his hand.

The class gasped, turning in their seats once more.

"Oh no," I muttered. Nobody heard me though. They were too focused on Gale, who was still standing with her wand out, pointed at Amycus.

She had just used magic against a teacher, non-verbal magic at that because no one had heard her say a word.

"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Amycus shouted. "And you, Dumbledore, have just earned yourself a detention!"

Gale didn't seem to care at all. She moved over to Seamus, grabbing the boy's arm and pulling him up. He still looked really confused but didn't protest when Gale forced him back into his seat. Amycus reached down and grabbed his wand. "Expecto Patronum!" he said pointing towards the door.

A rather large rat left his wand, running down the hallway (talk about ironic). He stood behind his desk, glaring at Gale. The class remained silent, wondering what has happening and wondering who he sent for.

Our questions were answered when Ark walked in, hands behind his back. The fear in the classroom was palpable. Even supporters of Voldemort were scared of Ark.

He looked to Amycus before looking up at Gale. His smile grew. "Come a long, Miss Dumbledore. It seems you and I have to discuss some issues in your discipline."

"You can't make her do a detention in the middle of class!" Longbottom said, trying to help her.

"New Headmaster, new rules, Mr. Longbottom. If discisplinary actions are called for, they will be carried out as soon as possible to avoid further discripancies. Come along, Gale."

Gale had gone completely white. Even from my seat in the front, I could see her shaking. But she stood, picking up her bag. Her head held high, she strode from the classroom, flicking her white hair over her shoulder.

And I watched helplessly.

A/N: Hoped you like. Stay tuned for the next one.