AN: sorry for the late update. things are pretty hectic. I promise to finish this story

I am now facing my diary, and wanting to die.

Do not get me wrong. I am not the one who feels embarrassed anymore. Nothing embarrassing happened to me today.

But I am feeling very awful.

It's almost Halloween, and a little something to celebrate about and bring people together. Ever since Umbridge has taken control everybody just has been in a rotten mood.

Its Friday today. I love Fridays because I have the entire afternoon off, free of any classes, and I am about to go and visit Hagrid.

But inside the castle it's not peaceful and harmonic. Instead it's extremely dreary. Umbridge has gotten everyone to write with that special quill of hers. I wish I could ban it from Hogwarts. I wish I could banish her face from this earth.

I stood by her office, waiting for my name to be called. Each student went in with a sad face, and each came out with an even sadder one. One kid, who was a first or second year, came out of the room crying.

"Ginny, Weasly." A voice echoed from her sickening office.

I walked in, trying very hard to not stare at the cats.

"Miss Weasly." She said, while sipping her coffee.

"Yes." I said meekly.

"May I ask, why did you spill the ink on to your textbook?"

"It was an accident."

"Ahem."

"It was an accident, Ma'am."

"Oh, are you certain? It looks to me that as if you are disagreeing with the Ministry's approved standards of education."

God forbid anything happens to her precious Ministry.

"It was not my original intention."

She stared at me.

"Ma'am." I added reluctantly.

She giggled like a school girl, and then said, "Then I take it that you admit your mistake?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You approve and will honour the Ministry's form of education?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You will attend class on time and regularly?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You will not, speak without spoken to in my class room again?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Very well. You may leave."

I got out of her sickly sweet office, and felt like peeling off my skin and leave it behind me.

As I walked down the stairs, I felt a hand tugging on my sleeve.

I looked back, it was that cute little girl with black hair and braids.

"She made me wrote in blood." The little girl cried. "I want to go home!"

"Oh, dear!" I said, bending down to hug her.

"I don't like Hogwarts!" She cried harder.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Lora." She whimpered.

"Come on, Lora; let me take you to a place filled with food and fun and excitement."

And so, I took her to the only place where I could think of at the moment. Hagrid's hut.

"Ginny you bought a little friend!" Hagrid exclaimed, and cut a huge piece of his cake for Lora.

"Her name is Lora." I said. "She found me out side of Umbridge's classroom."

"Hi!" Lora said while eating the cake.

I was so surprised she is able to eat his cake.

"That Umbridge makes me so mad." Hagrid said, "She's treading on thin ice."

"She's torturing students!" I said, feeling angry.

"Calm down Ginny." Hagrid said, "drink yer milk."

I did. I took a sip and waited as the warm liquid flowed through my body.

"Ginny, there are good professors and bad ones. Dumbledore is not currently in Hogwarts, so there's nothing we can do…"

"I know." I said, feeling resentful, "I just wish she would stop torturing little kids."

"Better havin the Ministry run the school rather than them Death Eaters." Hagrid said grumpily.

"What do you mean?" I looked up, "What did you hear?"

"Nothin'!" He said, quickly cleaning up after himself, "I feel like having more milk!"

I looked suspiciously at Hagrid, and then quietly sipped on my tea, finally after feeling sorry for my self; Hagrid asked if I need to take some cake with me.

"Ah, no thank you," I said, quickly refusing him.

Lora finished her piece, and said, "I would like to take some."

I stared at her in amazement.

"Here," Hagrid packed the rest of the cake for her, and then bandaged her hand.

I suddenly felt a maternal love for Lora. I never had younger siblings, and I never had any sisters.

"Do you think I could have more of that?" I asked, motioning toward the potion.

"Sure." Hagrid said, "This is from the roots of weeping willow. It's very effective against slashes, cuts and wounds. Ginny, mind yer taking care of yourself."

"I will."I said.

We walked out of the hut, and Lora gasped. "Look!"

I looked behind me, and saw a huge patch of pumpkin.

"Why are pumpkins so big?" She asks.

"There are all sizes of people in the world." I said.

Lora and I walked up the castle.

"What year are you in?"

"First."

"Ravenclaw?"

"Yes."

"Haha, I have a good friend who was also in Ravenclaw. Her name is Luna."

"Oh."

"How is your hand?"

"It's almost completely healed." She extended it out to show me.

I examined it, "good, I think the scar will fade eventually. If this happens again, come to Gryffindor to find me, ok?"

She bit her lips, and then asks, "Why can't we just use the medicine right now? So I won't have a scar for these days."

I turned around and knelt down, then said to her, "dear Lora. When you were young, and fell down, scraped a knee, did your mother try to heal it completely right on the spot?"

She thought for a moment, and shook her head.

"That's because our body is able to engage in natural order of things. We do have the ability to heal ourselves. Our body can regenerate and heal the wounds completely with time."

"But it's not fast though."

I laughed, and then said, "I know it isn't fast, dear. But magic is used to help us in life. It cannot overtake and replace nature. If everything can be substituted with a wave of your wand, what is there left to do for medicine? If I can heal your wounds right now, what about the cells and plasmas in your body? They wouldn't be able to perform what they are set out to do. Magic is simply used to make our lives easier, not to live for us."

She nodded her head, and asked, "But what if—"

"Weasly!" I heard a voice yell behind me.

I turned around, and saw that Malfoy and his gang walked towards us.

"What do you want?" I asked in disgust.

"Tsk tsk, watch your mouth. I'm a prefect."

I stuffed Lora in my robe like a teddy bear, and said, "Leave me alone."

"5 points from Gryffindor, for talking back to a prefect."

I ignored him, and walked on.

"5 points from Gryffindor, for ignoring a prefect."

"Oh my god!" I turned around to them, and pull out my wand, "back off!"

"Ooooh. 5 points from Gryffindor, just for pointing that puny little wand at me." Malfoy said.

I put away my wand, feeling more furious.

"5 points from Gry—"

Before he could finish, I landed a punch on his stomach.

"Ow!" His face twisted in pain and agony.

I grabbed Lora's hand and ran as fast as possible.

And that concludes my day.

Even now I feel awful, not because of Malfoy, but because Hogwarts is slowly becoming a place in which I don't want to be in.