"If you can dream it, you can do it."

-Walt Disney

Scarlett sat in the hospital wing with the heels of her feet resting on the bedframe, her arms wrapped around her knees, and her eyes staring out the window but not really seeing anything.

The rest of her time in the Department of Mysteries had been a blur, to say the least. After Dumbledore had arrived, he had begun rounding up the Death Eaters as Harry and Scarlett continued heaving Neville the rest of the way up the stairs. Just as they reached the top, Bellatrix had made a run for it. Harry chased after her, and Dumbledore chased after Harry. They ended up in the Ministry's Atrium where Voldemort arrived. Dumbledore proceeded to fight him until Cornelius Fudge himself arrived. Voldemort disappeared, but not before the Minister had gotten a glimpse of him.

Of course, Scarlett hadn't witnessed all of this. She had still been in the Department of Mysteries making sure that everyone was in decent enough shape to leave. Lupin had performed the counter curse to fix Neville's legs, which had been a huge relief. When Dumbledore returned after dealing with business upstairs, he had sent everyone back to school. Harry was to wait in Dumbledore's office and everyone else was to go to the hospital wing.

Madame Pomfrey had instructed Neville to put Hermione on a bed before ushering Ron onto the next one. Neville, Ginny and Luna had sat down at the foot of the bed while Scarlett sat on the next one over.

"Let's see what we have here, shall we?" Madame Pomfrey said, bending over Scarlett and gently grabbing her chin, turning her face back and forth. "You're already getting quite the bruise, but that's easily fixable." She tapped Scarlett's cheek with her wand. "It'll have faded by tomorrow morning. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Scarlett shook her head. "Just my other cheek and my shoulder. I sprained my wrist, but I fixed that myself."

Madame Pomfrey didn't speak as she quickly healed Scarlett's shoulder blade and cut cheek. "Miss Weasley told me how you fixed her ankle and Mr. Longbottom's nose. You did a very good job."

Scarlett glanced over at the next bed, where Luna, Ginny, Ron and Neville were all lost in conversation. "Will Ron be okay?" she asked. "And Hermione?"

"They'll both be fine. Mr. Weasley needs to stay overnight so I can keep an eye on him, but by tomorrow, he should be ready to go." She paused. "You know, Miss Callaway, you would make a fantastic Healer. You were a tremendous help three years ago when you helped me with the Petrified students."

Scarlett shrugged. "After tonight, I'm not sure. I didn't know what they hit Ron with that made him go all funny…." She refrained from mentioning the other huge roadblock in her way of becoming a Healer: Umbridge.

"No one would expect you to! It was highly advanced magic."

"But how can I be a Healer if-,"

"In the time up until you graduate, you really only learn the basics. Once you graduate, you can begin training, where you'll learn more advanced cures. Besides, even the best Healers don't know everything about every case they get. But they do their best to figure it out and there are always researchers discovering new things as well."

Scarlett sighed and chewed her lip. She had never doubted herself before, so why now? It probably had to do with the fact that Umbridge had said she couldn't become a Healer, so now she was convincing herself that it really wasn't for her so that it would soften the blow. But she couldn't let that old toad get to her. She had wanted to be a Healer so badly ever since her father had died and Umbridge wasn't going to stop her.

"Thanks," Scarlett finally whispered, looking up at Madame Pomfrey.

"Of course, dear," she smiled.

"Who's behind that curtain?" Scarlett asked, gesturing the bed across the room.

"Professor Umbridge," Madame Pomfrey answered. "She burst in here earlier this evening looking quite distraught and, well, not herself. She's going to have to go to St. Mungo's for a bit, but she'll be okay in the end."

"Great," Scarlett sighed, rolling her eyes and wondering why the centaurs hadn't just trampled the toad.

A smile tugged at the corners of Madame Pomfrey's mouth, but disappeared quickly. "She certainly won't be teaching here anymore, that's for sure."

Scarlett nodded, but didn't have time to reply. The doors to the hospital wing had flown open and now Justin was tearing across the room with Erica at his heels.

"Justin?" Scarlett asked in surprise. She stood up and he grabbed her in a hug, spinning her around. Scarlett actually smiled for what she felt had been the first time that night. "What are you doing here?"

"Erica and I were worried when you disappeared off the face of the Earth after your exam. I went back to the common room after my own exam and Erica was in there. She said she didn't know where you went, so we waited in the common room for a while, but eventually we went out to look for you. We looked everywhere and were going to resort to sitting on the entrance hall steps as if you were going to come waltzing in the front door, but then we ran into Dumbledore not too long ago. He told us you were in the hospital wing."

"Justin was a wreck the whole time," Erica said, laughing.

Justin turned a light shade of pink before looking at Scarlett again. "What happened?"

Scarlett looked over her shoulder at Ginny, Neville, Ron and Luna, who were all watching her. She was unsure if she could or should tell the whole story.

"Go on, tell them. It'll get out anyway," Ginny shrugged. "And so will a ton of rumors so it's better that they get the truth."

Scarlett turned back to Erica and Justin. "I was at the Ministry of Magic. In the Department of Mysteries to be specific." She sat down on the bed again as Justin and Erica sat down on the next one, looking at her and waiting for her to continue.

"Why?" Justin asked. He noticed the bruise on her cheek. "And how did you get that?"

Neville cleared his throat guiltily. "That was my fault. I accidentally kicked her."

"He couldn't help it," Scarlett said quickly. "One of the Death Eaters-,"

"Death Eaters?" Erica asked, her eyes widening.

Scarlett nodded and began to tell them everything. She started at the beginning, from where she had decided to check Dumbledore's office, up until coming back to Hogwarts. She even included the fact that Sirius was Harry's godfather and completely innocent.

"Are you mental?" Justin asked. "Why did you go tearing off to the Ministry in the first place? You could have easily said no after you escaped from the Inquisitorial Squad."

"Going to the Ministry was the right thing to do. It was pointless for me to go to Dumbledore's office and I certainly couldn't sit around in the common room, doing nothing, while everyone else went to go help Harry. Besides, it is what the D.A. was about." Scarlett glanced at Neville, who smiled.

"So you ran off to the Ministry and put yourself in danger for an alleged murderer?"

"He's not! He was innocent the whole time!"

"How do you know?"

"Harry, Ron, and Hermione know and I trust them. My mother knew, and so did Dumbledore and I trust them as well. Besides, I met him myself and he's a good guy."

"Meeting him tonight doesn't count," Justin argued.

"I didn't just meet him tonight. I—I met him over the summer. The house I stayed in was his."

"So when you told me that you were going away for the summer and couldn't receive any letters, you were at Sirius Black's house?" Justin asked. "When you told me you were spending time with the Weasleys because of the Order, it was at his house?"

Scarlett nodded.

"Why? And why couldn't you receive letters? You didn't give me much information about what you did over the summer and I know I didn't ask, but-,"

"I can't tell you a lot. It all had to do with the Order and it was all very secret. I wasn't supposed to share anything with anyone. Technically, I shouldn't really have mentioned the Order to you at all. I definitely can't tell you where the headquarters are exactly or what went on at meetings…not that I know much anyway. And as for letters, sending them was too dangerous."

Justin sighed. "You know you can trust me, don't you?"

Scarlett nodded. "I know. I do trust you. But there's only so much I can tell you. I made promises to my mother and the other Order members."

Justin swallowed and nodded. Finally, he looked up at her again. "Are you free to leave?"

Scarlett nodded. "Yeah."

"Come on." Justin stood up and held out his hand. "Let's go back to the common room. You probably want to sleep."

Scarlett nodded again. "You have no idea." She stood up and took Justin's hand before looking back at the four people sitting on the next bed. "I'll see you later."

She, Justin and Erica walked out of the room in silence. Just outside the door, Scarlett stopped short.

"What is it?" Justin asked.

"I just thought…Dumbledore sent Harry back to his office to wait for him…and then you said you ran into Dumbledore. If he sent Harry back here and then he actually came back…and if Umbridge is in the hospital wing and not returning to teaching….That means that Dumbledore must be headmaster again!"

Justin and Erica stared at her. "Umbridge was in the hospital wing? She's not returning to teaching?" Erica asked.

Scarlett nodded. "She was carried off by centaurs. I don't know how she escaped, but from what Madame Pomfrey said, she went a little loopy. Anyway, it must mean Dumbledore's back for good and I can ask him to look at my grades to see if Umbridge changed them!" She dropped Justin's hand and ran off towards Dumbledore's office.

"You're going there now?" Erica called as she and Justin ran after Scarlett.

"I'm getting this settled once and for all," Scarlett yelled over her shoulder.

By the time she reached Dumbledore's office, she was out of breath. It was only when she saw the two gargoyles in front of the office that she realized she still didn't know the password. At least all of Umbridge's security systems, whatever they had been, were gone.

Just as she was actually considering blasting the gargoyles aside, the door opened, and Dumbledore stepped out, Harry beside him.

"Ah, hello, Miss Callaway," Dumbledore said. "I see Madame Pomfrey has deemed you fit to leave the hospital wing."

Scarlett nodded. "Professor, I was wondering if I could have a word with you. It's urgent."

Dumbledore looked over his half-moon glasses and down his nose at her, smiling slightly as if he knew exactly what was on Scarlett's mind. Although, Scarlett wouldn't be surprised if he somehow did know.

"Of course," Dumbledore answered. He turned to Harry. "I think it's best that you try and get some sleep."

"Yes, sir," Harry muttered. He looked at Scarlett. "I never got to thank you. You know, for what you did."

"Don't mention it. I like Sirius," Scarlett answered. "I didn't even have to think about saving him."

Harry smiled. "Well, thanks," he said before turning and walking down the hallway.

"Now, Miss Callaway, after you." Dumbledore turned and held the office door open for her.

"I'll be back in a minute," Scarlett said to Justin and Erica. "You don't have to wait."

"We'll wait," Justin said automatically. "We want to."

Scarlett nodded before walking through the door. There was a spiral staircase behind it. Scarlett stepped onto the first step and it began to move upwards. Dumbledore took the step a few behind Scarlett and they rode up in silence. At the top, Dumbledore held open another door and Scarlett stepped through it into the office. She had never been in here before and it almost felt overwhelming at first. There were multiple objects perched on tables, some of which were moving and making whirring sounds. The top half of the walls that were not covered with windows were covered with portraits of past headmasters. The bottom half of the wall was lined with bookshelves.

"Have a seat, Miss Callaway," Dumbledore said calmly as he situated himself behind his desk.

Scarlett took a seat across from him and looked down at her hands before looking back up into the headmaster's twinkling blue eyes. "I don't know if you've heard, yet—I actually doubt it seeing as you just got back, but—well, Umbridge told me not too long ago that I wasn't passing her class and that I couldn't be a Healer without a passing grade. I just—I don't think that's possible."

"No?" Dumbledore asked, looking amused.

"No," Scarlett answered. "I know how hard I've worked and I know I'm not the only one who thinks something's going on." She took a breath. "I came to you because Hermione said the headmaster is the only one who can access the records."

"Miss Granger is correct," Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair and pressing the tips of his fingers together.

"Well, I wanted to know if you can look at my files and see—well, see if they're correct," Scarlett finished.

"You believe that Professor Umbridge changed your Defense Against the Dark Arts grade," Dumbledore said. It was a statement, not a question and his expression was unreadable. Scarlett couldn't tell if he thought she was crazy or not.

"Er, yes," she said. "I'm not trying to blame her, but-,"

"I think," Dumbledore said with a slight smile, "that those who have done something wrong should be blamed for it. I believe the correct expression would be…hmm, oh yes…if the shoe fits. Do you agree?"

"Well, yes," Scarlett said, nodding, "I do."

Dumbledore smiled a bit wider. "Follow me, Miss Callaway." He stood up and led her to the far side of the office. He pulled back one of the books on the shelf and at once, the shelf spun halfway to reveal a hidden room. The room looked quite ordinary. It wasn't very big and it was lined with more bookshelves, but these shelves were empty except for one stack of parchment.

"This is where all of the student files are kept," Dumbledore said, grinning and gesturing around the small room.

"But there's only one," Scarlett said, confused.

"Ah, yes, the room only provides the files needed at the time. Imagine keeping every file on a shelf or in a room without the aid of magic? I'm afraid we'd need a bigger room"

"But you said they're all kept in here. Where are they if I can't see them? Are they invisible?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Those are very good questions, but I'm afraid they can only be answered if you become headmistress of Hogwarts, Miss Callaway. A very fine title, but I think a Healer suits you more, yes?"

Scarlett couldn't help but smile as she nodded.

Dumbledore paused before stepping forward and grabbing the single file off of the shelf. "Now, I believe this is yours."

Scarlett followed him back to his desk and they both resumed their seats as Dumbledore flicked through Scarlett's file.

"What does it say?" she asked curiously, leaning forward in her seat.

"Ah, yes, it does say you are failing Professor Umbridge's class. And it says you failed your NEWT as well."

"I just took it today. Umbridge must have made a point to get my grade and change it," Scarlett muttered. "Assuming she would do such a thing, of course," she added quickly, glancing at Dumbledore.

"Again," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, "I must say, if the shoe fits."

Scarlett nodded. "Professor Sprout said there was a way to figure out of Umbridge changed the grade."

"Indeed there is," Dumbledore said. He picked up his wand and waved it over Scarlett's file. He smiled. "Would you look at that?"

"What?" Scarlett asked.

"You're passing with flying colors and your NEWT score was very good."

"Really?" Scarlett tried her best to not squeal with joy.

"Really." Dumbledore was grinning over his half-moon spectacles again.

"So I can be a Healer now?"

"I don't think there was ever any reason to believe you couldn't, but yes, with these grades, you are set to become a Healer."

Scarlett grinned and stood up. "Thank you so much, sir."

"You are very welcome. I'm sure your friends will be very happy. I suggest you don't keep them waiting too much longer," Dumbledore said, chuckling.

Scarlett nodded and turned to go, but paused with her hand on the doorknob. "Professor?"

"Yes?"

"What'll happen to Umbridge for changing my grade? It isn't legal, is it?"

"Well," Dumbledore sighed, "with her connections, her personality, and the way things are right now, I'm afraid she'll worm her way out of any severe punishments. I know it's not very fair, but just keep in mind what happened to her tonight and also the fact that she is now terrified of the sound of galloping hooves, which might prove to be an inconvenience."

"How?"

Dumbledore shrugged. "I have no idea in the slightest, but I'm just taking a guess."

"One more thing," Scarlett said slowly. "Why does she hate me so much? I mean, she gave me longer detentions than anyone else and she locked me in a classroom overnight."

"Ah, yes," Dumbledore said. He pressed his fingertips together and stared at Scarlett for a moment. "I think it would be best if you asked your mother that question. She might be able to give you a better explanation."

"My mother?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. Now, off you go. I'm sure you would like a good night's rest as well."

Scarlett nodded and left the office, hurrying back down to where Justin and Erica were waiting.

"So, what happened?" Erica asked anxiously.

"Everything's fine. Umbridge did change my grade, but Dumbledore changed them back and he said I can be a Healer without any problems!" Scarlett replied, the words tumbling out in a rush. She ran forward and threw her arms around Justin, who hugged her back tightly.

"That's great. I'm so proud of you," he whispered.

"I knew it would work out!" Erica squealed, hugging Scarlett as well.

"But you still don't know why Umbridge tried to purposely fail you, do you?" Justin asked as they walked back to their common room.

"Dumbledore said to talk to my mother," Scarlett said slowly, lacing her fingers through Justin's, "but I don't understand how that would get me answers."

"Do you think your mother knew Umbridge?" Erica asked.

"She never said anything, but then again, I never mentioned Umbridge to her."

"You never mentioned your punishments?" Justin asked.

Scarlett shook her head. "No, nothing. I didn't want her to worry. I thought she would find out through someone else, but she never said anything. She never mentioned Umbridge at all."

"Odd," Justin said. "I mean, word travels back to parents about the teachers. Not always to Muggle parents like mine—I always have to tell them any information—but usually parents in the wizarding world hear things through other people."

"He's right," Erica chimed in. "Your mother had to have heard from somebody that Umbridge was teaching here. Maybe she doesn't know what the toad was doing, but she probably knows she was here."

Scarlett frowned. "Definitely fishy. I'll have to make sure to talk to her when I get home."

Finally, they reached the Hufflepuff common room and Scarlett couldn't have been more excited to see the cozy room. She wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

"Goodnight," she said, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn.

Justin leaned in and gently kissed her cheek. "See you tomorrow?"

Scarlett nodded. "Of course." She gave Erica one last hug before turning to head up to her dorm.

"Scar?" Justin called after her.

"Yeah?" she asked, turning around.

"I love you."

Scarlett's stomach clenched. She loved hearing him say that, but at the same time she wished he wouldn't. All she could manage right then was a quick nod before she quickly made her way back to her dorm, where she fell asleep within seconds.

A/N: Scarlett can be a Healer now, yay! In the next few chapters Fred should be coming back into the story, Scarlett will find out why exactly Umbridge hates her, and Fred and Scarlett will start getting even closer, which I'm so excited about.

Thanks for all the feedback! You guys are all amazing! :)