Author's Note: This story will continue until I run out of people for pranks, or there are no more suggestions.
Take Six
"Now, who can tell me what House Elves are?"
Harry chanced a glance at Hermione, who was fairly quivering in indignation.
"Slaves for menial labour," drawled Draco Malfoy without bothering to put up his hand.
"Very good Mr Malfoy. Ten points to Slytherin. Now –"
"You know, the Muggle World abolished slavery centuries ago," Hermione informed Umbridge loudly.
Umbridge turned to fix her with an annoyed stare at the interruption. "I hardly think we can be compared to Muggles, Miss Granger."
Hermione opened her mouth in apopletic rage, but Umbridge cut her off. "That's quite enough. Detention, Miss Granger."
That night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, Hermione stormed into the Gryffindor Common Room. "I must not contradict a teacher!" she parroted, eyes flashing in anger. "I knew she was against half-breeds," she spat out the word in disgust "but this is crossing the line!"
"She crossed it ages ago," mumbled Ron.
"Silence!" Hermione snarled, and Ron was so stunned he forgot to reply.
She sat down with a huff in the nearest armchair and opened her bag. "Let's see how she'd like to see them around!"
Across the room, Harry sat placidly writing a letter.
Dear Padfoot,
I was wondering if you could teach me how to enchant inanimate objects (such as statues) to produce sounds and possibly move when someone is nearby…
~*~*~*~*~*
The next day saw Umbridge dithering at the entrance of the Great Hall, eyeing the doors carefully. Slowly, slowly, she stretched one leg forward.
The trolls flanking the doors suddenly growled menancingly, raising their clubs.
Umbridge squeaked and fled.
She skidded to a stop in front of her classroom, backing away slowly and gaping in horror.
The statue of a werewolf leered back back her, maw agape and blood dripping.
Umbridge edged closer to the door. Now if only she could enter without it seeing her…
As if sensing her approach, the werewolf abruptly gave a long, mournful howl.
Umbridge whimpered and fled.
Under the Invisibility Cloak in a corner, the trio snickered. Harry and Ron exchanged a wary look and a silent promise. Never anger a bookworm. They know twice the number of spells you do and can think of very creative ways to use them.
"That was amazingly realistic, Harry. How did you do that?" wondered Hermione.
"Oh, Sirius taped Lupin doing it," Harry replied, grinning.
They later heard that Umbridge had barricaded herself in her quarters and refused to emerge.
Needless to say, Defence against the Dark Arts was cancelled that day.