Chapter 74: Chicken Draco

Zoey was thrown harshly at her bedroom wall. She and her aunt had apparated back into her house and her aunt threw her away like she was last season's witch's robes. Zoey gasped for breath as she tried her best to sit back up. She managed to get into an upright position and leaned against her broken cabinet.

"So, it's a box then," her aunt said as she twirled her wand in her hair and paced around the room, her shoes clacking on the marbled floor.

Zoey made no sign of hearing the question; she simply stared at the cabinet door that hung pathetically on its hinges.

"Now tell me," her aunt said as she squatted in front of her, "What's in the box?"

Zoey mumbled.

"What was that?" her aunt glared.

"I don't know," Zoey said a little bit louder as she glared at her aunt from under her lashes.

Her aunt raised her hand and slapped her, her nails making long red lines on her pale cheeks. Zoey felt tears well up in her eyes but she did not let them fall.

"You should learn your place," a high girlish voice that seemed to be flavored with poisoned honey said from behind her aunt. Zoey focused her eyes on the newest person in the room. Her aunt wore an evil smile on her lips as she stood up and turned around.

"Dolores," Her aunt greeted with a smile, "It's so nice to see you again. You should have told me you were coming!"

"I've heard you had a rather… disrespectful niece," Umbridge giggled, looking over to Zoey, "Is that her?"

Damiana looked over to Zoey and then back at Umbridge, she noticed a small pink bag in the woman's stubby fingers. "Why yes, that's her. I see you have some special… equipment with you"

"You see correctly," Umbridge held up her bag, "I was thinking I could school your niece, teach her some proper manners and… show her where she is in the Wizard Community"

"I'll leave her to you then," Damiana smiled before leaving the room. Umbridge looked over to Zoey who had regained her composure and tried to stand up again. This pink woman did not look like a teacher; in fact she looked more like a toad. A pink toad with a throat problem

"Good Day, Miss Emeraude, My name is Dolores Jane Umbridge but you can call me Professor Umbridge," Umbridge said as she carefully opened her bag, "Please take a seat"

Zoey looked around the room. There were no tables, no fixed tables in the room. Zoey didn't point it out. She didn't want to speak, she was afraid to speak. She had already gotten up and was leaning against her broken cabinet; afraid she would fall back down. Umbridge straightened up and looked back at Zoey. She then smiled sweetly and brought out her wand, waving it and making a school desk appear in the middle of the room.

"Please take a seat," Umbridge repeated.

The Emeraude inhaled deeply, though with pain, and inched her way to the table, taking her seat and looking over to Umbridge. The pink toad woman pulled out a roll of parchment and a quill from inside her bag along with a stick longer than her wand. It was made out of hard wood. She then placed the parchment in the middle of the table and handed Zoey the quill.

Zoey held the quill awkwardly in her hands.

"I expect you know how to write?" Umbridge ended with a giggle.

Zoey nodded her head and positioned her quill, ready to write only… there was no ink. Umbridge noticed Zoey's confusion.

"You would not be needing any ink," she told her with a smile, "I just want you to write five simple words: I must learn my place"

"H – how many times?" Zoey stuttered out, the tip of the quill already touching the parchment.

"As many times as I please," Umbridge cleared her throat with and annoying 'Hem hem' before continuing, "While you are writing I would be teaching you basic wizard knowledge"

Zoey slowly nodded her head at the woman before pressing her face rather close to her parchment, her hair making a curtain around her work, as she began to write in careful cursive 'I must learn my place'. The ink that came out was red. Blood red. Zoey wondered why. Before she could even ask, she was painfully hit in the back with the wooden stick.

"I would also be teaching you proper manners and posture," Umbridge smiled as if she didn't know how much the stick hurt, "Please sit up straight"

Zoey did so.

"Now, we must begin with manners and posture," Umbridge cleared her throat with another 'hem hem' and began lecturing Zoey on how to talk, act and speak around her elders and superiors. Proper etiquette and the correct posture to have in every situation she gave; how to walk and how to dress and how to fix herself. Often times she would hit Zoey on the hand or on her back whenever her posture would not be to her liking. She even hit Zoey's knee for she had crossed her legs. Zoey would not say a word or a yelp in pain. She would listen, fix herself and continue writing.

When Zoey had reached her third line, she finally felt a very painful sting on her left hand. She ignored it and continued to write lightly on her paper, seeing as she did not want the ink to bleed and make a mess. She continued to write, listening to Umbridge and biting her lip whenever she was hit until another painful sting came from her hand.

Zoey hissed and looked over to her left hand when the pain became slightly unbearable. Her eyes widened. On her hand was exactly what she wrote on the paper only it was carved into her skin with the same penmanship she used. She looked back at the red words on the parchment. It was written in her blood. She looked up at Umbridge and saw that the woman's mouth was stretched into a smile as she watched the blood trickle down Zoey's hand.

"Please continue with you lines, Miss Emeraude," Umbridge said before continuing her walk around Zoey's table, "Now, there are three Blood – Status' in the Wizarding World. The Pure – blood, the Half – blood and the Muggle born. You, Miss Emeraude are a pure – blood. Did you know?"

"Y – yes," Zoey struggled with her words as she continued to write lightly.

Umbridge cleared her throat. "The combination of the blood of the two most powerful pure – blooded families out there. You should be proud," she then paused, "But wait, you are a blood traitor as well. A shame," she ended with a giggle. "You see, Miss Emeraude, there are other categories out there. There are also the Squibs, the blood traitors, such as yourself, and the half breeds"

"Tell me, Miss Emeraude, do you know what a werewolf is?" Umbridge smiled.

Zoey slowly nodded, she was trying not to focus on the pain.

"Thought as much," Umbridge giggled, "Now, you, as a child, are the future of the Wizarding World and as such, you must do no wrong," she wacked Zoey's back once more, "That includes your posture, Miss Emeraude. You must learn your place in the Wizarding Community. Now, you are nothing more than a disrespectful, blood traitor child. We must change that. But, what about tomorrow? Or the next day? The next year? Decade even? You must shape up. There is no room for error. The Wizarding Community must prosper. So in order for that to happen you must –"

The sound of a quill dropping to the floor stopped Umbridge

"Learn my place," Zoey said monotonously as she stared at the wall in front of her, blood tricking down her left hand, "I must learn my place. I must do no wrong. I must follow my elders and stay out of trouble. I am the future of the Wizarding World. I must learn my place"

Umbridge smile stretched and she let out a giggle. "Exactly, Miss Emeraude"

Zoey looked around the Owlery and gazed at all the different Owls in the tower. Sure, she's been there before but just looking at every single one of them amazed her. Barn owls, white owls, big owls and small owls perched at different locations in the room, snoozing and minding their own business. Zoey clutched the envelope in her hand. She had promised to update her father, godfather and godmother on the events happening to her in school and frankly speaking, having Umbridge be her DADA teacher was really something to tell them. The Emeraude was glad that all of them were in the same place, 12 Grimmauld Place.

She licked her lips and moved her mouth into a sort of position she made whenever she was going to whistle. The musical sound echoed through the room and several Owls fluttered their wings at the tune but only one owl flew from its post and landed on Zoey's shoulder, nipping at her ear affectionately. Zoey smiled.

"Hey there, Eos, it's been a while hasn't it?" Zoey spoke softly to her pet. Eos hooted in reply. "I know… I know… it's been weeks but you can't blame me. It's been rather hectic"

What Zoey said was true, with it being her last year in Hogwarts; teachers weren't making it easy for their students. Orientation was given the moment the students stepped into their classrooms and piles of homework and research came afterwards. Umbridge wasn't a very delightful teacher either; she didn't even make her class remotely interesting despite it being DADA. When it came to Transfiguration and Charms, the teachers would demonstrate a spell, maybe have you read a little about it before teaching you how to cast it, same with Potions with Snape just having the directions on the blackboard and the ingredients ready for you to take.

Those classes were interesting because you actually had to do something but with Umbridge you had to put your wands away and have a book heavier than a first year placed in front of you, ready to be read. That didn't spike the students' interest at all. Some of them, from what Zoey heard, had even protested. Saying stuff that Umbridge didn't particularly want to hear. According to Hermione, Harry even got detention from her. Zoey felt her left hand twitch. She had no doubt that the pink toad queen brought those dreaded quills in her suitcase when she came to Hogwarts.

Eos hooted.

"Sorry, girl. Got caught up in my thoughts," Zoey whispered to the owl and held up her letter, "Bring this to daddy, okay?"

The owl leapt off of Zoey's shoulder and went to the windowsill, holding out its leg dutifully. Zoey smiled at the owl before attaching her letter to it and bringing out a small treat from her pocket.

"Be safe," she said to Eos after she ate the treat and flew off, disappearing from sight. Zoey watched Eos fly away before turning around and leaving the Owlery. She had wasted enough time; she had somewhere to be.

Zoey hurriedly made her way down the tower and made several twists and turns. She had lost track of time and was praying that she wasn't going to be late. The Hufflepuff quickly dashed to her Common Room and up to her Dorm where she saw Jane leisurely reading on her bed. The pure – blood looked up at Zoey questioningly but didn't have a chance to question her because the Emeraude quickly stripped of her clothing and placed a more sport worthy sort of wear before grabbing her Firebolt and dashing out of the room. Her movements were so fast that she came and went as a blur. Jane didn't even realize Zoey changed until she saw her uniform messily dropped on her bed.

Faster and faster Zoey ran as she avoided students and teachers who were heading the opposite way. She felt a sweat form on her brow and her legs cramp but that didn't stop her from jumping of the cold, cemented floors of Hogwarts Castle and onto the grassy grounds of the field. She quickly caught her breath before mounting her broom and speeding of to the Quidditch Pitch. She didn't want to waste anymore time. She was going to be late and she was going to be needing the broom anyway so why not zoom right there and not mount off seeing as she'll just be going back on it anyway?

"You're late, Emeraude," Zacharias said, looking up from his clipboard, his broomstick laying next to him, "I just asked you to do three things. Show up, do your best and don't get killed. You didn't even show up on time"

"I'm sorry. I was just –"

"Wasting more time. Just get up there," Zacharias said before walking over to the suitcase that held the Quaffle, Bludgers and the Snitch. He looked back at her and tossed her the Beater's bat before placing his hand on the locks, ready to release the devils in ball form.

Zoey awkwardly caught the bat, biting her lip and flew to the sky, a blush on her cheeks. She had been scolded for being late. Would that affect her chances on being on the team? Would he think that she would be late for their games as well? She sighed and looked up at the sky. You better be glad I'm putting up with him for you, Zoey thought in her head, thinking that Cedric could somehow hear her. When she finally straightened her head, she met with a surprise. Her eyes widened when she saw the Bludger zooming right at her, she hurriedly hit it with the bat sending it off.

There was a small applause from down below and Zoey sneaked a peak seeing several of her fellow Hufflepuffs clapping. She felt herself smile. People she didn't even know where cheering for her. She wondered how the audience would be if she told her friends that she was trying out for the Beater position. Before Zoey could even think about it, another Bludger came her way. She swung the bat at it hard before flying of, seeing the second Bludger hot on her tail. It was almost like that day she was just hitting the Bludgers to get her mind of things, the day Cedric said that she should tryout.

Zoey looked back, stopping her flight and sending the annoying Bludger to the ground. She watched as it made a small dent in the grass before angrily flying back up to the sky. Zoey felt herself panic. Was it angry with her? Pissed of maybe? Did Fred and George feel like this when they tried out back in second year? Zoey took of once more and hit the Bludger with great strength. Maybe.

The tryout continued for a few more minutes before her time was up and she was asked to join the rest of the Hufflepuff back on the ground. Zoey gratefully reunited her feet with the grassy floor before her legs wobbled a bit. Running at top speed and flying without rest was not good for her. The Emeraude looked over to the Hufflepuff captain and watched as he jotted something down at his clipboard before tucking it under his arm; in the distance two boys were wrestling the Bludgers back into the suitcase.

"Now that that's done, you can all go back and change," Zacharias told them, "The results would be posted tomorrow in the Common Room"

He said no more and turned away from the group when they nodded in understanding. He picked up the suitcase, with the Bludgers already inside, and walked away. Zoey bit her lip and readjusted the Firebolt in her hand, trying to balance herself as she watched the Captain leave. He had not commented on her work and she simply felt bad about it. Was she that bad? She wasn't going to make the team…. Zoey felt dejected and walked away from her fellow badgers, not wanting to hear their talk on who made the team or not. She simply wanted to change out of her clothes and lay down for a minute or two.

Sorry I disappointed you, Cedric, Zoey thought to herself with her head hung low. She couldn't even look up to the heavens to send her 'telepathic' message. Sure, the promise was just to tryout but not making the team made Zoey feel like she failed him.

"Those were some great flying skills you have there, Zoey," came a voice as a hand landed on her shoulder, stopping her from moving. "I didn't know you wanted to be a Beater"

Zoey looked up to see a seventh year Gryffindor. She offered a smile. "Hey there Lee," she greeted, "You saw that?"

"I was amazed by that! Don't tell me Fred's been teaching you a few Quidditch tricks over the summer," Lee winked at her before placing his hand in his pockets.

"No, that was all me," Zoey gave a laugh. Lee was a friend and like the twins, he really knew how to cheer her up.

"Blimey, and here I thought you were afraid of Bludgers," Lee laughed before walking towards the castle, Zoey following, "Where are Fred and the others? Shouldn't they be with you?"

"Why would they?" Zoey raised a questioning brow at him.

Lee scratched the back of his head. "Well, seeing as you were there for the twins' tryouts and also Echo's and Bridgit's I would have thought they would be there for you" he said, "You didn't tell them"

"And nor will you," Zoey said, turning to the direction of the Hufflepuff Basement, "Let's just keep it as our little secret, alright?"

"Twins finally rubbing of on you?" Lee laughed.

Zoey grinned. "Maybe," and she left.


The Emeraude rose her brow curiously as she began to make her way to the twins and Echo. She was wearing her usual Hufflepuff robes and her hair was wet and sticking to her back. She had just taken a quick shower before throwing on her uniform and putting on her glasses, she had to remove them during the tryout. Zoey just wanted to catch up with the Head Girl about any random topic that came to mind only… after seeing Echo… Zoey had a million questions swirling in her head. It was not like Echo was hitting the twins with a very large pocket book like when they were younger, and occasionally in their current age, or she looked different. No, something just seemed a bit off. The twins seemed to have taken notice too for they appeared to be pestering her.

Echo was standing coolly in front of the twins with an annoyed expression on her face. Her left hand was on her neck and was covered by her long violet – black hair, away from sight. Zoey squinted and approached the three.

Fred was first to take notice.

"Ah! Zoe! Where have you been?" Fred greeted her, tearing his attention away from his childhood friend.

"Here and there," Zoey smiled at him as she gave her vague answer, "Why are you bothering Echo?"

"We aren't bothering her," the twins said in unison.

"She's keeping a secret from us," George said, slight worry in his voice, "And we want to know what it is"

"Oh shut up, my neck was craned into reading last night," Echo rubbed the back of her neck.

"You never read with a craned neck," George said suspiciously, "You hate getting cramps from it"

"Yeah, well I had to stay up late last night!" Echo groaned.

"Why?" Fred asked

"Because of that Umbitch woman, giving us a truckload of homework on theories!" Echo had almost pulled back her hand from her neck, and for half a second, Zoey noticed a look of alarm pass Echo's face.

Zoey blinked at her friend and licked her lips staring at Echo's hidden left hand. Something told her Umbi – Umbridge had something to do with Echo being out late at night but it wasn't about homework at all. "Echo… give me your left hand," Zoey began, stopping the twins from questioning the Veela.

"No," Echo coldly responded.

"Echo," Zoey said with a stern voice, "give me your left hand"

Echo bit her lip, "Why?"

Zoey didn't even answer the Ravenclaw. She didn't want to waste any more time with questions. Catching Echo and the twins slightly of guard, Zoey held on the Echo's shoulder and took her left hand away from her neck, holding it firmly in hers. The twins were looking curiously at the two, wondering what was up but later realized what was wrong when Zoey turned Echo's hand over revealing Echo's cursive writing embedded on her skin as if it were written with a knife.

I must not mock professors

It read.

"Who did this to you?" George asked, the rage in his voice as evident as the orange color of his hair.

"Honestly, who do you think could've done this to me?" Echo rolled her eyes.

"But that's your penmanship," Fred pointed out, his anger well hidden. If George wasn't playing the calm twin, he will.

"I'm not that emotionally unstable to do this to myself, dimwit." Echo sighed and snatched her hand from Zoey, putting it in her pocket.

"The how did –"

Zoey interrupted George's outburst. "She made you to use those quills, didn't she?" Zoey asked though already knew the answer.

"And not my own? Why yes, that toad did." Echo snarled.

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" George asked impatiently.

"I can't believe you're my boyfriend!" Echo breathed out, irritated. Echo rolled her eyes before saying, "I mocked Umbitch in class, because I didn't do my essay,"

"And what? She made you carve this into your own hand?" George asked, and Fred was holding him back from marching into Umbridge's office.

"And what quills are you talking about?" Fred asked, trying to stay calm, even if he was getting angry as well.

Neither Zoey nor Echo replied to the twins' questions. Zoey simply took Echo's hand again and studied it. The blood was dry and the writing didn't seem all that deep… yet. Zoey felt her own left hand throb. It didn't throb with wounds; it throbbed with healed wounds. Just the memory was painful. She gave a sigh. "You shouldn't have mocked her," she told Echo, "She is our teacher and were are her students. We must learn our place"

"As if! The class she's teaching is more into studying how to sleep without getting caught, rather than Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

Zoey looked away from Echo and away from the angry and questioning looks of the twins. They must learn their place. They all must learn like how Zoey learned. Zoey bit her lip as the memories flooded her mind. No, they shouldn't learn the same way she did! It was much too cruel! Did Harry learn to same way? Was Umbridge using the quills on all her students?

I must learn my place.

Her lip quivered and she instinctively held her left hand close to her chest. "The scars are gone. The scars are gone. I've learned my place. I've learned my place. I shall do no wrong," Zoey chanted to herself, she was trying not to break like she did all those years ago, "I've learned my place"

"What's going on in your head?" Echo suddenly asked, keeping eye on her watch.

"You must learn your place," Zoey spoke to her in a voice that she had never used before, "We must all learn our place. We should follow our elders and stay out of trouble. We are the future of the Wizarding World. We must learn our place"

Echo raised her eyebrow, "Well, I'll leave you until you go sane again. See you, Fred, George"

"Zoe?" Fred asked, letting go of his brother and walking up to his girlfriend. He waved his hand in front of her face, but Zoey didn't seem to be noticing.

"I think she's zombified." George said, finally calming down.

Fred looked over to his twin. "Catch up with Echo, see if she'll tell you anything," he told him and watched as George got the hidden message in his words and ran after his girlfriend. Fred then looked back to Zoey.

"Zoe?" he repeated, "Are you alright?"

At the sound of Fred's voice, Zoey seemed to snap back to reality. She looked up at him and clutched her hand closer to her chest. She gave him a forced smile. "I sort of spaced out," she said before looking around, "I see Echo's off to do some Head Girl duties. George escorting her?"

"Zoe, what's wrong?" Fred asked; knowing Zoey was avoiding the topic.

"Nothing's wrong," Zoey lied poorly, "I just remembered. I have to meet up with Jane today."

Zoey easily walked around Fred and looked back at him. He was giving her a look, a look saying he knew something was wrong; he wanted to know what it was but wasn't going to push it. Zoey was grateful and gave him an apologetic smile before running back into the castle. She ran was far as her still aching legs could bring her until she collapsed in front of the girl's lavatory. She breathed out a shaky breath as she tried to regain composure. She already learned her place. She just wished everyone would too.


It was another day in Umbridge's class and Zoey felt her heart falter. She was seated in the third row together with Jane while Umbridge sat up in front, on the teacher's table. Today, Hufflepuff shared their DADA class with the Gryffindors. Zoey sneaked a look behind her. The twins were seated at the far back corner of the room, glaring daggers at the toad queen. Zoey looked back at her book. Ever since the twins found out about what Umbridge did to Echo; their dislike for the pink woman grew. It wasn't pretty to look at. Zoey gave a sigh. She wished they wouldn't do anything to get themselves into trouble. Knowing them, they would get revenge and knowing them getting revenge, they would get into trouble. Zoey knew the pattern and knew that if they didn't get away, they would be landed in detention with Umbridge. Zoey bit her lip; she really hoped that that wouldn't happen.

"This is so boring," Jane whispered to Zoey as she flipped a page, "All we're doing is reading. I want to do some spell action"

"Shh," Zoey hushed her, "Just return to chapter five of the book"

"But I've already read chapter five!"

"Silence please," Umbridge called in her poisoned honey voice, "Please, continue reading"

Zoey did so and began to take notes on the chapter. Jane looked at her incredulously and sneaked a glance at Umbridge, who was checking papers, before leaning closer to Zoey.

"What are you doing?" Jane asked

"What you aren't doing," Zoey whispered back, glancing at Jane then to Umbridge and back to her book and notes, "Go back to chapter five"

"I told you I already read chapter five," Jane said, "Why are you taking notes? Heck, why are you even reading the bloody book?"

"Because we were told to now Shh," Zoey hushed her once more.

Jane ignored the shh-ing and continued to talk to the Emeraude. "I wonder when those twins would pull a prank on the toad lady," she told her, "She's really getting on my nerves. Have you heard her laugh?"

"Silence, please," Umbridge called out.

"Do you have any idea if they have anything up their sleeves?" Jane continued to whisper.

"Professor Umbridge told us to be quiet, Jane. We must listen to her. Go back to reading chapter five," Zoey said stiffly as she tried to focus on taking her notes.

"I already told you. I've already read cha –"

"Then move onto bloody Chapter six then!" Zoey suddenly exclaimed, looking at Jane with a look the girl has never seen before, "Why don't you just be quiet and read the damn bo –"

But Zoey's words died on her lips when a hard object made contact with her back. The force was so powerful that Zoey was pushed forward. She bit back a scream.

"I asked you to be quiet, Miss Emeraude," Umbridge said with a pleasant smile on her face, a familiar stick in her hands, "I thought we've gotten over this… or have you forgotten our rule on silence during class. Why do we have it?"

"We must be quiet during class because we don't want to disturb those who want to learn," Zoey recited before another hit was sent to her back.

"Proper posture, Miss Emeraude," Umbridge giggled.

Zoey fixed herself and face forward, her back straight. She did not take notice to Jane's horrified expression, the class's surprised faces or the twins', specifically Fred's, angered looks. She simply faced forward. She thought if she would simply obey her teacher, she would go away and back to her desk… only that didn't happen. Umbridge had slapped Zoey's mouth with her hand.

The Emeraude tasted blood.

"And what did we say about swearing?" Umbridge tilted her head to the side. She spoke slowly and clearly, as if she were talking to a child.

"It… it," Zoey breathed in, "It is not proper for a lady to swear"

Umbridge nodded her head and took Zoey's left hand, looking at it. She made a face before letting it fall back to Zoey's side. "I see it had already faded. Would you want it to return as a… reminder?"

"I'll be good," Zoey whispered making Umbridge give a sickening smile.

"Continue reading… in silence," Umbridge looked at each and everyone in the classroom before walking back to her desk, "Mr. Weasley, please sit down"

Zoey did not dare sneak a glance at Fred, she had guessed it was him, and returned her gaze back to her book; mouth shut and back straight. She had been the one at fault. She had spoken too loudly and swore. She did not use her euphemisms. Zoey peaked at Umbridge before speaking in her softest voice.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you," she whispered to Jane, who had yet to wipe away the horror-stricken expression on her face.

"You're sorry? You were the one who was punished because I wasn't listening!" Jane whispered frantically, "You have to tell –"

"Quiet," Umbridge smiled.

"Just read your book," Zoey told her friend before flipping a page in hers.


The bell rang through the school signaling the end of class. Numerous doors opened and students walked out with books in their hands and either happy or stressed out expressions on their faces. Some students where even going back into the castle from their Care for Magical Creatures Class. Just a regular day except one particular student didn't come out of class with a happy or stressed out expressions, no, it was a look of one being beyond irritated. This student was none other than Bridgit Cari Parker.

Bridgit, as previously stated, was irritated. Correction, she wasn't just irritated; she passed that line a long time ago. She was feeling something beyond that simple word, something more and just as negative. The Ravenclaw had just gotten out of Charms class with the bloody Slytherins.

"Stupid Slytherins," She mumbled as she walked down the hallways, adjusting the things in her arms as she did so. She passed many students and glared at any Slytherin that had caused her current feeling. The Parker turned a corner and made her way to the dungeons. Her next class was Potions with the red and gold lions, the Gryffindors.

"Egotistic, Irritating, Pompous, Dramatic, Annoying sons of bitches they are" Bridgit continued to mumble under her breath as she made her way to her class. She had already memorized the path she needed to take and had no trouble getting to her destination even when she was not paying attention to her surroundings. Bridgit was so deep in thought that she did not realize that two pairs of eyes were watching her as she walked.

"How dare they call me a Mudblood, while their blood is ten times dirtier than mine," She continued, walking faster towards the dungeons. "Death Eater scum," She mumbled once again, picking up her pace. She was just about to near her destination when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She jumped in shock.

Bridgit, out of instinct, took out her wand and swiftly turned around only to see her two friends, Fred and George, standing behind her. She let out a breath as she returned her wand into her robes.

"Seriously? Are you always this jumpy?" George raised a brow, placing his hand back to his side before the three of them continued their way to class.

"It's habit you know!" Bridgit answered, whacking George. "I'm a Death Eater, or did you forget that?" she then asked, shaking her head. How the hell did Echo fall for a moron like George, she will never know.

"Oh right, you're our little spy," Fred smirked, making Bridgit turn to him.

"I'm not your spy, I'm the Order's spy," She corrected, turning away and continued walking.

"Speaking of the Order, do you have any deep secrets that you can share with us?" Fred began 'innocently', making Bridgit bite her bottom lip.

George nodded and continued, saying: "Anything involving the rise of You-Know-Who? Or at least something we can blackmail against Malfoy, anything would do."

"Well, I can't tell you anything about Voldemort, but I can share some juicy stories about Malfoy," Bridgit answered, making the twins smirk. Anything to blackmail the Slytherin prince would be perfect.

"Do tell..." The twins urged, but before Bridgit could continue they had already reached their classroom. They looked at the cold steal door. It looked like they were going to enter their doom, death penalty, jail, probably all three if you were unlucky enough.

"Maybe after class," Bridgit answered, opening the door and walking in, the twins followed. When the trio entered the room, they had found out they were the last to come, not including their dear ol' Professor himself. Bridgit looked around, scanning for a friendly face before her eyes landed on a boy with messy, strawberry blonde hair. Bridgit smiled. She placed her things on the table before taking her seat beside Aiden, offering him a smile.

"Hello, Aiden," she greeted as she took out her book, quill and ink bottle, ready for anything Snape was going to throw at them.

"Good Afternoon, Bridgit," Aiden smiled at her, he too got his things out.

"So Aiden," Bridgit began, a teasing smile on her lip, "how are things with Jane?"

Aiden's eyes widened at the mention of his girlfriend and a blush crawled onto his cheeks. Sure, almost everyone in school knew they were an item but actually talking about it, acknowledging it, was rather embarrassing for him. After all, he still couldn't believe that a girl like Jane would fall for a guy like him.

Bridgit, seeing the blush on the boy's cheeks, smirked and brought him out of his thoughts. "You know… you should really think about putting a Silencing Charm around your bed, Aiden. Jason Samuels says that you sleep talk; most of the time, apparently, you say her name. It's really bothering him," she paused, "That or he could just be jealous"

"Is that so?" Aiden asked, a blush still on his cheeks though trying to keep a straight face, "I might have to talk to Jason about that then"

"Well, if it helps, I hear he's allergic to crabs," Bridgit then said, making the boy smile at her, a plan already in his mind.

After that little conversation, Aiden was about to start another topic, a question in his mind when Snape literally barged into the classroom, his cape flowing behind him as he made his way to the front of the class. The man slowly turned around to face his students, his expression not entirely cheerful, not a new thing, when he saw that none of his students were Slytherins. A shame

"Good Afternoon… class," Snape said slowly, scanning the students, his face and voice clearly reading annoyance.

"Good Afternoon, Professor Snape." The student's chorused out of habit, not making much noise after the greeting.

Snape spoke.

"Today, we will be learning how to brew an Elixir that will Induce Euphoria," he said, folding his arms across his chest. Normally, he would just flick his wand at the board, making instructions and ingredients appear… only that didn't seem to be the case today. "Open your books to page fifty – seven and begin."

Bridgit and Aiden, not wanting to be called by Snape, were taking out their things, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up to find Fred and George standing there with grins on their faces. She sighed. "I told you I'd tell you after class," Bridgit told them, waiting for them to leave. They didn't.

"Fine, what do you want?" Bridgit asked when she finally got all her things organized. Ingredients carefully placed in front of her and her book opened on the correct page, instructions ready to be followed.

"We need you –" George began

"– To help us brew this potion." Fred ended making Bridgit give off a soft laugh.

"What makes you think I'll do that?" Bridgit asked, hand on her hip, "Besides, don't you usually go to Echo?"

"We would –" Fred now began.

"– If we could –" George continued.

"But she's not here." They ended, with a shrug.

"Stop doing that," Bridgit told them, looking back at her things, "It's creepy."

"Help us then." Fred said like it was the most obvious solution in the world, to him it was. Before Bridgit could answer, the three of them were whacked on the head by a not so light book. They all flinched at the contact.

"Ms. Parker, and Misters Weasley, please get started on your potions," Snape sneered, not liking the fact that his students were dawdling. "Ten points from each of you," He continued, now walking away.

"But –" Fred began, but Snape had cut him off.

"Twenty"

"That's –" George continued.

"Thirty"

"Not fair!" they both finished, shouting at the Potions Master.

"Forty" Snape finished, slamming the book he used to hit them with on the table. "Would you like to make it fifty?" He tested, not really caring is he removed more points, and the twins immediately shut up.

"Great job dumb and dumber," Bridgit said, holding back her laughter, "Way to make your house win the cup."

"Sheesh, our job is to lose points," Fred said with a role of his eyes. It was not like this was the first time Snape took more than thirty points away from their house because of he and his twin.

"Harry is who makes us win," George continued, and Bridgit shook her head. She turned back to her work and started brewing her potion. The twins, seeing what she as doing, turned around to work on their potion as well.

"Tell me again, why I said I would help them?" Bridgit turned to Aiden, who was silently working while the twins and Bridgit were talking. The boy looked up at her and then to the twins who were messing around with the ingredients. Having the occasional rats tail thrown back and forth.

"Something about Echo not being here," Aiden answered, making Bridgit whack his head. "Right, Rhetorical question, sorry," he apologized, rubbing his head and turning back to his potion. Bridgit laughed.

The class was quiet, the air filled with the occasional sounds of chopping until the air was suddenly filled with the singing of the Weasley twins. It would have been fine, having someone sing in class… if they were in tune.

"Did you two drink the potion?" Bridgit asked; stopping her work and watching the twins turn to look at her.

"We decided that ~" George sang out, making the others, who weren't already staring at him, stare at him.

"The best way to know ~" Fred continued, ending the last word in a higher note. His voice cracked a bit.

"How the ~" George continued in the same off key tone he was using. Bridgit, and the rest of the population in the class, wanted a pair of earplugs.

"Potion works ~" Fred prolonged the last word. The class was certain that the windows were going to break soon. Maybe the twins should teach the Fat Lady some singing lessons.

"WAS TO TEST IT~!" They ended with a prolonged high note.

There goes the window.

"Idiots!" Bridgit said, going to the stock room and taking two sprigs of peppermint; one for each of them. She hurriedly went back to the twins and forcefully shoved the peppermints into their mouths; thankful that by doing the action, shut them up, and watched patiently as they chewed it before swallowing.

A few seconds passed till they concluded that the singing was now cured.

"How could you not know that the side effect of that potion is excessive singing?" She asked, making the two share a look. They then began to burst into laughter. Their singing was pretty horrible.

"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Snape's voice rang out, the thick book slamming against his table once more, "And five points to Ravenclaw for Ms. Parker's damage control."

At that, Snape retreated to his office, closing the door as he did so. The Gryffindors then glared at Fred and George, though they weren't that made, they have gotten used to them losing points for their house, before moving back to their potions. The Ravenclaws were particularly happy for their gain of five points.

"You two just can't keep your mouths shut," Lee said from across them, smiling as he shook his head. The twins grinned at him and shrugged.

"I feel sorry for whoever marries, and or has kids with them," Bridgit whispered, to a still laughing Aiden. At her words, Aiden laughed even harder.

"Good luck to Zoey and Echo then," He told her and Bridgit laughed as well.

"HEY!" The twins exclaimed when they heard what Aiden said. The two looked over to them and laughed even harder. Their faces were beat read that it rivaled with their hair.

After that little laugh, they continued with their work without any disturbances and before they knew it, class had ended. Everyone gathered their things quickly, wanting to get out of the classroom as soon as possible, and Bridgit, whose things were already fixed and in her arms, was planning to escape from the twins only, she wasn't that lucky. Before the girl could even get two steps away from her seat, two hands had grabbed onto her robes, stopping her. A small bark came from Bridgit's pocket.

At the sound, Fred let go.

"Do you carry that bloody dog everywhere?" He asked, as George, who didn't really have a problem with the dog, dragged Bridgit out of the classroom and towards a random direction.

The younger of the twins released his hold on the Ravenclaw when he reached his destination, the Astronomy Tower.

"Yes, I do," Bridgit took this chance to reply to Fred's question. She took a bite-sized cookie from one pocket and dropped it into the other. Suddenly, a small white dog popped out of her pocket, chewing. She petted Shinji before looking back at the twins.

"So...about Malfoy?" Fred began, ignoring the dog inside the pocket. Bridgit smirked.

"I'll tell you later, I gotta ask you two something now," Bridgit answered, making the twins share a look. After a few seconds of 'twin telepathy' between them, they looked back at Bridgit and nodded.

"What happened during your DADA class? I heard some Hufflepuffs whispering when you got out of the room," Bridgit asked, expecting a usual answer like Umbridge being unbelievable or something along those lines. What she didn't expect was a look of anger showing in Fred's eyes.

"Umbridge happened," George answered her, a bit angry himself.

"I see..." Bridgit nodded, "Explain"

"She hit Zoey on the back with a stick," Fred told her, looking out the window. He was trying hard to control his emotions and not to punch the nearest table.

"The bloody pink hag did what?" Bridgit asked. She was outraged at what Fred had just told her.

"And then she started saying things, as if they were rules," George explained, recalling the events of the DADA class. Wincing a bit when he remembered Zoey being hit. He could actually feel the hit from his seat. He was sure Fred did too.

"Like she was reminding her something...she even hit her mouth," Fred continued remembering the frozen state Zoey was in, almost as if she were a statue. He knew she was scared. Bridgit saw his knuckles whiten.

"That toad is messing with the wrong people," Bridgit said, gritting her teeth.

"The odd thing was Zoey didn't fight back," Fred said, looking back at Bridgit and saw her raise a brow. Zoey never broke the rules. They all knew that.

"No, Fred means she was following it, as if she was zombified by the rules." George continued, repeating his made up word.

At what George said, Bridgit suddenly knew that Zoey was tortured. That was the only reaction from a torture, she knew from first hand experience.

"Bridgit?" George asked, waving his hand in front of her face.

"Huh? What? Oh sorry, I was just thinking of something." She said, looking back at the twins.

Bridgit noticed that Fred was really angry. His face was red, his knuckles were white, and he needed to release his anger. Sure, it was wise of him to control his emotions but at times like these, it was getting unhealthy. He was going to explode if he didn't express himself. Bridgit decided to help. She opened the window Fred was looking out from and put a silencing charm around the tower so that he could only shout out the window and no one would hear them.

"Shout," Bridgit faced Fred making him look at her with confusion. She then turned to George, and pointed out the window. "Shout," she repeated.

When the twins didn't do anything, she heaved a sigh and looked out the window, cupping her mouth as if to amplify her voice. "I HATE UMBRIDGE!" She shouted, making the twins realize what she meant.

"WHY WAS ZOEY ACTING THAT WAY?" Fred shouted after Bridgit and he had to admit, it helped.

"WHY WON'T ECHO LET ME HELP HER?" George followed, remembering the incident that happened earlier.

"WHY ARE YOU JUST SHOUTING ABOUT GIRLFRIEND'S PROBLEMS?" Bridgit shouted again, making the twins burst out laughing.

"BECAUSE WE LOVE THEM AND THEY WON'T LET US HELP!" They both shouted, and this made Bridgit look at them shocked. The twins looked at her, blinking.

"Was not expecting that," She told them and they simply laughed in response.

"I HATE THE SLYTHERINS!" Bridgit shouted one last time, remembering what had happened during her Charm's class. This was really a great way to release anger

Suddenly, someone shouted back.

"OI! YOU UP THERE!" The trio heard the familiar voice of Filch shout. They burst out laughing before Bridgit removed the charm and pocket her wand. They hurriedly ran down the tower, not really knowing why they were in a hurry, it wasn't like Filch was fast, and jumped at the last three steps, landing gracefully on their feet.

"Do you think…" Bridgit started, breathing through her laughs, "That Filch saw us?"

"No..." Fred answered, taking control of his laughter as well

"I don't think so..." George continued, "I'm sure he only heard us"

"Oh look, isn't it the Mudblood and the Blood Traitors," Someone suddenly said, making them stop their laughter and turn towards the voice. It was no other than Draco Malfoy. He stood in front of them, arms folded across his chest and a sneer on his face. It didn't look attractive at all.

"Hello there, Draco, what did you say? Were you talking to yourself?" Bridgit asked, a smile on her face. She knew how to irritate Draco the most. She 'hung out' with him in Voldemort's hide out when they were there.

"Why you-" Draco began, a glare in his eyes, but Bridgit had cut him off.

"Don't be all talk now, Drakie," Bridgit mocked drawled, using his most hated nickname. "You can't even beat Ron yet, what makes you think you can take all three of us?" She continued, challenging him.

"Drakie?" Fred asked, turning to Bridgit, his brow raised with amusement.

"Didn't you know we're close?" Bridgit asked as she walked towards Draco and placed an arm around his shoulder, she gave them a peace sign. "Aren't we?" she then looked at Draco, smirk on her face when he cringed.

"I see that you are the best of friends," George snorted.

Draco glared at him before shrugging of Bridgit's arm. "Don't touch me Mudblood," his glare hardened.

"Sure thing, didn't want to touch you anyway...wouldn't want to get your dirty blood on me," Bridgit retorted. Draco was just about to say his comeback when he spotted Professor McGonagall approaching. The words died on his lips and they, his lips, made a light line as he glared at the Death Eater and the Weasleys before turning away and leaving.

"So...about Malfoy?" George began when the Slytherin was out of ear and eyeshot. Bridgit turned to him.

"What do you wanna know?" Bridgit asked, and the twins smirked as they continued their talk with Bridgit.


Later that day, the Great Hall was flooded with students. Why wouldn't it be? It was dinner after all. The air was filled with the clinking of utensils and the chitter chatter of the students. Their noise was proof alone that everyone was in the Great Hall, everyone except for three specific students who were the last to enter the room, not like anyone took notice. Bridgit gave the twins a quick nod before they went their separate ways. The twins to the Gryffindor table while Bridgit went to the Ravenclaw. Today was one of those days when Bridgit and her friends didn't eat with their Gryffindor buddies but instead sat on their own table. They needed to show their house pride every once in a while after all.

Bridgit smirked as she sat down on her seat. Everyone was present. It was perfect for something to happen. Something particularly embarrassing. The Ravenclaw glanced at the Slytherin table before looking over to her friends.

"Hello there!" Bridgit greeted, seeing Aiden across from her and sitting beside him was a girl with waist – length, straggly, dirty blonde hair and silvery gray eyes that seemed dreamily distracted. Her eyebrows were faint.

This girl was of course, Luna Lovegood

"Good Evening, Bridgit," Aiden greeted with a pathetic Dracula accent. Luna gave her a smile in greeting.

"Fail. Aiden," Bridgit laughed at him before piercing a strawberry with her fork. Why Zoey hated this fruit, she would never know. "So what were you guys talking about before I came?"

"Erm…Luna was telling me about…Nargles, was it?" Aiden answered, scratching the back of his head. It was a particularly random topic the blonde started and Aiden, being polite, just went along with it.

"Their the things in mistletoe right?" Bridgit looked over to Luna and out of the corner of her eye, saw Aiden's shocked expression.

"Yes," Luna answered with her dreamy sort of voice, "Their really pesky aren't they?"

"Yup, wouldn't want to be under mistletoe when they're there." Bridgit replied, suppressing a laugh at Aiden's face.

"How do you know what they are?" Aiden asked, raising his eyebrow at Bridgit. Why did she know what they were and he didn't?

"I read her dad's magazine. The Quibbler," Bridgit answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. To Aiden, it wasn't but he simply nodded his head anyway. He didn't want to be dragged into the conversation anymore. He took his goblet and drank from it.

Luna smiled at the mention of her father's magazine and was just about to strike another topic when an odd sound interrupted her. The chitter chatter of the students and the clinking sounds of the utensils seemed to stop when the sound erupted once more. It was coming from the Slytherin table. Everyone's attention moved to the table when the sound apparently came from a fifth year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson. She clucked. Like a chicken. A bloody Chicken.

Another cluck came from the table only it wasn't from the girl, it was from the boy sitting beside her, Blaise Zabini.

One by one, each of the Slytherins let out a chicken cluck of their own. Looking as confused and outraged as the next. They tried to speak, yell out and demand who did this to them, but no words came out from their mouths. Simply the clucking of chickens. Like the fried ones on the plates before them. At one point, some of the Slytherins had stood up from his chair, arms bent in a way that looked like wings and began to flap them around, clucking as he did so. It appeared to be some sort of chicken dance.

A Slytherin even bent down and began picking at the corn with her mouth, like a real chicken.

Suddenly, a loud cry came from the Chicken group. It sounded almost like rooster waking up the farmer for a new day. The students looked at the far end of the Slytherin table and saw Draco Malfoy standing on the table, arms positioned like wings and his legs bent. He began walking forward in a chicken sort of manner. It was simply comical.

Bridgit grinned at the results and looked over at the twin, giving them a thumbs up when the caught her eye. They were holding in their laughter. The trio smirked, silently counting down, awaiting the next part of their prank.

"Draco wants to be a chicken, Draco wants to be a duck, cluck cluck cluck cluck ~"

The great Slytherin Prince sang out in a voice that didn't sound like his own. It was uncanny to that of a cartoon chicken from one of those Saturday Morning Muggle TV shows. He, Draco, began flapping his wings around. The teachers were too stunned to do anything. Was what they were seeing real?

"Flap your arms like a chicken, flap your arms like a duck, cluck cluck cluck cluck ~"

Draco continued to sing in that chicken like voice of his as he walked around the table, flapping his wing and kicking bowls and plates away from him. The other Slytherins joined in with the clucking and flapping.

Bridgit and the twins had fallen out of their seats from laughing; it was too much. Too much for them to handle. Harry and Ron were laughing hard as well, hands clutching their stomachs from the strength of their laughter. It was beginning to hurt but they couldn't help it. Harry wished he had Dudley's video camera with him

Hermione, on the other hand, was trying hard not to fall of her seat from laughter. She tried to keep a straight face, she was a prefect after all, but later failed when Draco let out a loud roosted like call. He really deserved it after all that he's done. Echo and Zoey watched with amusement, both knowing who was behind all this while Ginny was just laughing as hard as anybody, especially when Draco kicked a bowl of soup that landed on Crabbe's head.

"If you wanna be a chicken, if you wanna be a duck, cluck cluck cluck cluck,"

As Draco was singing, flapping his arms and jumping around thinking he could fly, Bridgit carefully made her way towards the twins, trying to go unnoticed which was painfully easy seeing as everyone's focus was on the Slytherin Prince. She and the twins looked at each other and laughed harder. The teachers were still too shocked to do anything. What was happening to their students?

Draco was now jumping all around, flapping his arms trying to fly. He learned that chickens weren't meant to fly for long periods of time the painful way. He had landed on Theodore Nott, knocking both of them to the ground. That was funny enough only Millicent Bulstrode wanted to try flying as well and landed on the two.

"Then flap your arms like a chicken, flap your arms like duck, like me Draco!"

Draco had miraculously escaped from under Millicent and ended his song with a rooster crow, jumping into the air as he did so. When the prank ended, and the Slytherins were free from the Chicken Curse, they came to the embarrassing realization of what they had done. Each of them looked around violently, cheeks red, looking for the prankster behind all this. None of the other students helped in their search, they were all busy laughing or regaining their breath.

"You… you did that didn't you?" Harry turned to Bridgit and the twins, his cheeks red from laughter and his breathing ragged. He was still laughing.

The trio nodded, grins plastered on their faces.

"You gotta tell me how," Ron now said, trying hard to breathe from laughing. He was still living in the moment.

"Maybe..." Bridgit began

"Maybe not..." The twins ended.

The students continued to laugh and the only time they stopped was when a woman's voiced shouted over their laughter.

"SILENCE!" The woman shouted and all of the students looked over to the teacher's table, seeing Umbridge red in the face. She looked like a tomato. A big ol' pink toad – ish tomato.

"Who did this?" Snape joined in, he was brought out of his horror filled dream, his voice echoing throughout the hall. Bridgit shared a look with the twins and the three of them proudly stood up.

"WE DID!" They shouted bravely, making everyone cheer and applaud them. They bowed, but Snape was not amused. He shouted the students into silence, one of his many talents.

"Why, may I ask, would you three do such a thing?" Snape asked, his brows furrowed and his words filled with anger. He didn't look angry, frankly speaking it was the same face her wore everyday, and his words were still as slow… and threatening as ever.

"Because your house is filled with rats disguised as students!" Bridgit answered happily, unafraid of the Head of Slytherin.

"And we wanted to turn them into rats," Fred continued, grin still plastered on his face

"But we only had a potion for chickens, but they're chickens too, I mean...have you seen Malfoy run away?" George said in a loud voice, laughing victoriously.

"Agreed! He is a chicken! 'Professor Snape! Harry's done this, Harry's done that!'" Bridgit said; her imitation of Malfoy was uncanny. The students from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw burst into laughter once more.

"Why you filthy –" Malfoy began, red with anger and embarrassment, but he saw the teachers glare at him, and dared him to continue. He shut up and glared at the three.

"You three shall be joining me and Mr. Potter for detention tonight." Umbridge said, making Fred, George, and Bridgit shrug. They've had detention loads of time, what made this any different? They turned towards Harry, and with a simple "See you in detention," they went back to their business, dinner.

Bridgit made her way back to the Ravenclaw table and continued her meal, missing Zoey's worried looks and glances.


It was the second time Zoey was in the Gryffindor Common Room; first being the time Bridgit decorated the room with Slytherin colors. The Hufflepuff sat on the carpeted floor and watched carefully as Fred, George and Harry each had their hands in a bowl of Essence of Murtlap. Bridgit was back in her own Common Room, being treated by Echo. She looked over to Harry's hand which had the bloody words of I must not tell lies. While Fred and George both had I must not Cause Ruckus in School. Zoey was sure Bridgit had the same.

"You two…" Zoey grumbled at her boyfriend and at his twin, "Why did you have to pull something like that?"

"Malfoy was getting on our nerves..." Fred answered, and hissed in pain

"So this is what Echo was trying to hide..." George suddenly sighed, the pain making him cringe.

"Yes, that's what she was trying to hide. Painful isn't it?" Zoey spoke out of experience, her voice softening.

"Yeah..." The three boys answered, as they watched their hands heal bit by bit. "How do you know? By the way..." Harry asked, making Fred and George look at her curiously as well. Zoey never got detention, except for that one time in third year anyway.

"Isn't it obvious?" Zoey raised a brow, "Your hands are carved with words you don't want to walk around with. Of course it's painful"

"In any case, I still think Malfoy deserved it." George said, letting the subject drop for the mean time.

"Deserved it or not. I didn't deserve searching each and every one of the Slytherin population for any traces left of that Chicken potion you gave them and what not," Zoey pouted, "I didn't deserve lodging that potion checker stick thing down their throats checking for clucking. It's disgusting especially with those minions of Draco! Their breath stinks!"

"He deserved the prank, I didn't deserve the aftermath," Zoey continued, "If looks could kill…"

"Sorry about that, we didn't know you'd get stuck with 'Drakie's' crew afterwards," Fred said, smirking as he used the annoying nickname, "I'll just treat you on the first Hogsmeade trip."

"Drakie?" Harry asked, letting out a laugh even if his hands were in pain.

"Oh hey Ha – What happened?" Hermione asked, appearing from the girl's dormitories. She walked towards her best friend and Harry immediately hid his hand from his furious best friend.

"And the truth comes out," Zoey chimed in, waving her wand and making the three bowls disappear, "You don't want them to be soaked for to long. You'll get prune - y skin, let them heal on their own time"

"HARRY!" Hermione gasped, taking hold of Harry's hand. Harry cringed at the sudden contact. "Who did this to you?" She asked, and looked at the written words. She then looked at Fred and George's palms. "Bridgit has one too, doesn't she?"

The twins nodded their head and stared at their hands. A permanent reminder of the opposite of what they should do. Fred smirked at that thought. Zoey saw the smirk and slowly got up from her seat and made her way to the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Fred asked, as Hermione fussed over Harry like she always did. Scolding him to tell their Head of House.

George just laughed as Harry was persuading Hermione to leave it alone and failing.

"I have to get back to the Hufflepuff Basement," Zoey answered Fred, ready to open the door, "I'm not allowed in here and besides, it's after curfew"

The Emeraude gently opened the door, thinking that she could get away; only she was sadly mistaken. The moment she stepped out, she nearly bumped into the pink toad. Umbridge smiled at the sight of the Hufflepuff.

"And what do we have here?" she giggled.

The Gryffindor Common Room door slowly swung close and Umbridge giggled at the shocked expression of Zoey and her friend's from the Gryffindor house.


OH! Another long chapter!

You know, I wanted to end this chapter with a good note but apparently I do NOT have that ability. Maybe I'm just sadistic...

Thank you ZOOMSKATER14 for the enormous help, prank idea and the like

Also HayleyParadox, thanks for the help too :)

Everyone who reviewed, favorited and alerted this fic... thank you. I really appreciate them :D

The Chicken Song Draco sang... not mine... Came from Elmo with changed lyrics and such. :P

Ha.. Clucking Slytherins. It's funny because Snakes eat chickens. Or chicks. I've only seen it happen once. In a zoo when I was about 10. I learned the sad truth the hard way. May Clucky rest in piece.

Well, I'm sorta hungry now and it sucks because It's MAY and I'm still fat... chubby. Legs are not to my liking. OKAY too much info there. I'm sorry :))

The flashback at the beginning of the story is the continuation of the flashback from Chapter 19: Troll in the dungeon missed?

Thought you outta now :P

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(SHIIIZZ! Longest CHAPTER EVER! My gawd. It already beat Chapter 70? It's the author's note isn't it :)) If all these long chapters keep up Im afraid I won't be able to write a chapter with only 5,000 words without thinking it's short :P)