A/N: I'm going to start making my chapters longer! But I may not upload everyday. Enjoy! Disclaimer: I don't own anything. J.K. Rowling does and she is amazing. P.S. I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 2. I have never cried so much in my life. It was a great movie, but I think I will always cry when I see it.
Mira was in aw the whole way to class. She had been trying hard to listen to Hermione, while studing every inch of the school. It was amazing! Apparently, Mira wasn't listening, Hermione thought. But she was able to break her from her thoughts.
"Mira we are here, um im sitting over there if you need me."
She scurried off to a seat next to a black haired boy. Mira looked around the classroom. There was only one seat left. She walked up to the table and pulled out the chair, all the while feeling 3 sets of eyes on her. She turned to see the boy next to her and the 2 infront of her, glaring at her. She cleared her thought.
"May I help you?"
"And who are you?"
"Why are you starring at me?"
"Your just like little mudblood Granger you know. With the frizy hair, and no dought a mudblood too."
"A what?"
But the blond boy had lost interest of her. He had been fiddleing with a little origami bird. She watched as he gave a tap of his wand and it flew around the classroom. But somewhere from the back of the grand classroom, a sugary voice became very clear.
"O-W-L, more commonly know as owls. Good Morning my dear children, I am Proffesor Umbridge."
She clicked her fluffy pink heels all the way up to the front of the classroom. Everyone starred in amusment at the strange witch, but also , because its not everyday that you see a 50 year old wearing all pink. Proffesor Umbridge raised her wand and books started to float onto each desk. mira heard hermione gasp.
"Proffesor, this has nothing do do with learning spells!"
"Why, my dear would you need to learn spells?"
Mirabella's sarcastic attitude kicked in and a sudden grin spread on her face.
"Well I thought I signed up to learn how to use defesnive spells, not read and look at little pictures of them, so tell me. Is this really a magical school?"
The proffesors face looked like a razzberry. Her mouth went into a straight line.
"The information you have been recieveing in the past years was quite frightning. The Ministery believes that education should be a safe-"
Mira may have not known alot about Hogwarts, but she had enough of this lady. She stood up and said,
"Screw the ministery! No one really cares what they think! I came here to learn spells, and defend my self against people who are going to try and kill me."
"My dear! Who would be out to kill you!"
But instead of Mira's response, there was another chair sliding on the floor and a boy joined Mira's side.
"Oh I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort."
There was a sudden wisper all over the classroom. The boy and Mira looked at eachother and they shared a faint smile. The proffesor, however, looked like she was about to explode.
"Children, there have been many rumors lately about a certain Dark Wizard. This is not true!"
"Oh ok," the boy talked again," so Cerderic Dicery dropped dead for no reason, NO! He was murdered by Lord Voldemort, and I watch every min-"
"SILENCE! Students will raise there hands in my classroom, Now, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Felix, please go up to my office. Everyone will read the first ten pages in there books."
Mirabella was shocked that the Potter kid had grabbed her hand and pulled her into the office. Harry was sickened at the look of it. Pink, fluffy and kittens were the words that described it. He turned to her.
"Um, not to be offensive, but who are you?"
"No it's ok, but the same goes for you."
"Oh, I'm Harry."
"Mirabella, but please call me Mira."
"When did you arrive he-''
The door slammed open and slammed shut. An overly ruffled Umbridge sat behind her desk and pored a cup of tea. Then, she turned her beady little eyes to them.
"Sit please."
They both sat down in two smaller desks infront of her bigger one. Suddenly a sheet of parchment and a quill appeared infront of both of them.
"Your going to be writing some lines. You won't need ink, and you'll be using my quill. Ms. Felix, I would like you to write 'I have a huge mouth and should keep it shut'. Mr. Potter, you will be writing 'I will not tell lies'. You only need to write untill it sinks in."
The two looked at eachother with a raised brow and turned to their parchment. Mira however felt a little anger spark in her. Why was she being punished? She took the quill and started to write her given label. 'I have a huge mouth and should keep it shut' 'I have a huge mouth and should keep it shut' 'I have a huge mouth and should keep it shut'. Over and over again. But she heard something next to her. She looked and saw Harry moving his knuckle around. Almost like he was in pain. But thats when she saw it. On his hand, there were small letters starting to appear, and blood washed over them. She wispered,
"Are you ok?"
"Look at your hand, Mira."
And thats when she felt it to. Pain seared though her. It felt like she stuck her hand in fire. The letters were still tearing through her skin just like Harrys. Now they were both starring at there hands. Hers wrote 'I have a huge mouth and should keep it shut', and his 'I will not tell lies'. Umbridge finally looked at them from over her cup of tea.
"Thats right, because deep down you know that you deserved to be punished. You may leave now."