A/N: Hey y'all! So here's another chapter for ya! So thank you my faithful reviewers for reviewing last chapter. And also I might not post up a chapter tomorrow. I'm leaving to go to my dad's, from tomorrow to Monday morning. *sigh* Yes that means 4 days of no writing. BOO! But I will return! Don't worry! R&R!

Rosaline and I were walking to our next class, Divination.

"I can't stand her," I said.

"I know what you mean," Rosaline sighed. We were talking about Umbridge; Satan's mistress.

"She really disturbs me," I said.

"And she keeps making ridiculous rules," Rosaline said, "She's turning Hogwarts into a prison."

I nodded in agreement. We were walking past the courtyard when we noticed something quite odd. Hundreds of students were swarming around the edges of the courtyard, so it must have been something important. I finally found a clear spot to look and then glared.

"Well speak of the devil and it will appear," I growled.

There Umbridge was, with Professor Trelawney. Trelawney had all of her suitcases with her, and she looked like she was crying. Umbridge just stood there and smiled at her.

"16 years I've lived and taught here!" Trelawney whimpered, "Hogwarts is my home! You can't do this!"

"Actually I can," Umbridge said, still smiling.

She was going to kick her out? Why? Of course Professor Trelawney is a little odd, but she doesn't deserve to be fired.

McGonagall quickly rushed over to Trelawney's side and hugged her as she continued to cry.

"Something you'd like to say, dear?" Umbridge asked.

"Oh, there are several things I would like to say!" McGonagall said.

Suddenly the doors opened to show Dumbledore walking over to Umbridge.

"Professor McGonagall," Dumbledore said, "Might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?"

Professor Trelawny beamed up at Dumbledore and thanked him a thousand times. Dumbledore looked back at Umbridge, who wasn't as happy as Trelawney.

"Dumbledore," Umbridge said, "May I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree #23, as enacted by the Minister-"

"You have the right to dismiss my teachers," Dumbledore said, "You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the headmaster."

"For now," Umbridge smiled.

God please send down a strike of lightning to electrocute that evil toad!

Umbridge then walked out of the courtyard, with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

"Don't you all have studying to do?" Dumbledore asked us.

The students started to moved away and continue on to their classes. I've said it before, and I'll say it a thousand times more: I hate her so much!

"That foul, evil gargoyle!" Hermione said, "We're not learning how to defend ourselves, we're not learning how to pass our O...She's taking over the entire school!"

Harry had invited us into the Gryffindor common room. At the moment, we were all loathing Umbridge. I sat down on the couch, staring at the fire. Rosaline kept flipping through the pages of a book, even though I knew she wasn't reading. Harry sat next to the radio which he soon turned up when he heard Fudge talking.

"Furthermore," Fudge said, "We have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass-murderer Sirius Black."

Why did they have to blame Sirius for everything? I knew that we was blamed for murdering at least 13 people, but it wasn't him.

Suddenly the fire looked different to me. I must have been hallucinating because I thought I saw Sirius's face in the flames.

"Harry!" he said.

I almost screamed, when Ron covered my mouth to mute it. We all gathered around the fire to listen to what Sirius had to say.

"Sirius!" Harry said, "What are you doing here?"

"Answering your letter," Sirius said, "You said you were worried about Umbridge. What's she doing? Training you to kill half-breed?"

"Sirius," Harry said, "She's not letting us use magic at all."

"Well I'm not surprised," Sirius said,"The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat."

"Combat?" Hermione asked.

"What does he think, that we're forming some sort of wizard army?" Ron asked.

"That's exactly what he thinks," Sirius said, "That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid by the minute. The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry, but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn, and these disappearances are just how it started before. Voldemort is on the move."

"Well what can we do?" Harry asked.

When Sirius was about to answer, we heard the sound of footsteps.

"Someone's coming!" Sirius said, "I'm sorry I can't be of more help, but for now at least...it looks like you're on your own."

Then Sirius' face faded away from the dying flames. Rain poured down outside, lightning lit up the dark night sky. Hermione looked out into the window, in deep thought.

"He really is out there isn't he?" Hermione asked, "We've got to be able to defend ourselves...And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will."

She turned around to face Harry, but she didn't say anything. She just stared at him. I was confused for a moment, but then an image flashed in front of my head. I pinched the tip of my nose and then grabbed my sketchbook. Ron curiously peered over my shoulder as I started to draw. It was a bunch of students in a humungous room. The walls were replace with giant mirrors. It looked like they were practicing to duel, and Harry was teaching them. Then it was my turn to look at Harry; he was going to teach us.

I was walking back to the Ravenclaw common room, writing in my journal as I walked. I looked up every now and then, to see if I was going to bump into anyone.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. I could feel someone's lips brush against my neck. I giggled at the feeling and turned around to see George. I kissed him sweetly and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Hi," I giggled.

"Hey love," George smiled as he gave me a light kiss on my nose.

I pulled away from him and we continued to walk down the hall, hand in hand.

"Did you hear about the meeting?" I asked.

"Yeah," he sighed, "So do you really think people will let Harry teach them?"

"I guess it all depends," I shrugged.

"On what?" he asked.

"On whether people's skulls are too thick to realize that we need him to teach us," I said.

"Have I ever told you that you're amazing?" George chuckled.

"How so?" I smiled.

"You're devious, but in a good way," George said, "You're independent, funny, clever and extremely beautiful."

I blushed and hid a smile.

"And you also have a great smile," George added.

This made me blush even more. He was torturing me with the sweetest words ever. George suddenly stopped walking and made me face him.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said.

"What is it?" I asked.

He hesitated for moment, trying to figure out what to say.

"I'm in-" he started.

"There you are!" someone said.
Fred came trotting by, interrupting what George was going to say.

"I got this new invention idea," Fred said, "Come on, I'll show it to you."

"Sure," George sighed. He kissed me and then whispered in my ear, "I'll tell you later."

Then they both walked away. What was he going to say? Was it going to bad? God, I hoped not.

Rosaline's POV

I sat in the courtyard, reading my book. I didn't want to read actually, I wanted to get out of Hogwarts. Ever since Umbridge came to the school, I felt like I was trapped in a cage. I had nowhere to go now. I sighed, closed my book and decided to go back to the common room.

"Going somewhere?" I heard someone ask.

I jumped a few feet from the startling voice. I turned around to see Malfoy leaning against the wall, smirking at me.

"What do you want?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"I asked you a question," Malfoy said.

"Well I don't have to tell you," I said. I continued to walk, but then I heard footsteps behind me. He was following me. I turned around, very annoyed.

"Is there something you want?" I asked.

Malfoy shrugged and smirked even more.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.

God, this guy will never leave me alone.

"Fine," I groaned, "Might as well."

We continued to walk, but didn't say much. It honestly felt a little awkward having him by my side. What did he want anyway?

"What are you reading?" he asked, looking at the book in my hand.

Before I could answer, he took the book from my hands.

"William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet," he read, "What's it about?"

"You've never heard of Shakespeare?" I asked. "Oh, right, you're a pure-blood."

"What's that have to do with anything?"

"Because Shakespeare's a muggle author."

"I see," Malfoy said, with a little disgust in his eyes, "So what's it about?"

"It's a play about a tragic love story," I said, "It's about a girl and boy who aren't supposed to fall in love since they're families hate each other. But they fall in love anyway, like nothing else mattered in the world. I've read it hundreds of times. It's one of my favorite books."

"What makes it tragic?" he asked.

"They commit suicide," I said.

"That's awful," Malfoy said shocked.

"It's not that bad," I shrugged, "They ended up together in the end."

"Not in the way that most people would imagine," Malfoy muttered.

I laughed and took the book back from his grasp. He'd never understand muggle books.

"Is that all you read?" he asked, "Depressing plays?"

"No," I scoffed, "I've read other books."

"Of course you have," he smirked, "Typical Ravenclaw."

"Of course you mock me," I rolled my eyes, "Typical Slytherin."

We finally made it to the Ravenclaw common room entrance.

"This is where I leave," I said.

"I'll see you later," Malfoy smiled and then walked away.

Wait...he smiled? That sounded almost unreal. I shrugged and entered the common room after I muttered the password.

What is up with that guy?