AN: Still not JK Rowling.

I sat at the table in the great hall and quickly grabbed the daily prophet. Nothing new on the death eaters. Of course not.

"Who're you after?" Harry asked to the owl sitting in front of him. He looked closer at it the pulled the letter out of its beak. Five more owls suddenly flew in front of him and my mouth opened in surprise.

"What's going on?" Ron asked as seven more owls landed in front of him. He looked around surprised.

"Harry open this one first I think I know what it means." I said grabbing for a long cylindrical package.

Harry frowned and quickly ripped off the brown paper. Out rolled the March edition of the Quibbler. He unrolled it and his face was smiling sheepishly from the cover.

Speaks out at last:

The truth about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the night I saw him return.

"It's good isn't it?" Luna asked absently playing with Ron's hair. He shivered and blushed brightly. "It came out yesterday, I asked Dad to send you a free copy. I expect all these are letters from readers." She said petting an owl softly.

"That's what I thought," I said excitedly. "Harry do you mind if we -?"

"Help yourself," he said bemused.

Ron, Fred, George and I both grabbed an envelope and ripped it open.

"This ones from a bloke who thinks you're off your rocker." Ron said shaking his head and tossing it aside.

"This woman recommends you try a good course of Shock Spells at St Mungos." I made a face and threw it next to Ron's.

"This one looks okay... hey she believes me!" Harry said brightly a smile lighting up his face.

"This one's in two minds. Says you don't come across as a mad person but he really doesn't want to believe You-Know-Who's back so he doesn't know what to think now. Blimey, what a waste of parchment." Fred said tossing it aside.

"Here's another one you've convinced, Harry!" I said excitedly. "Having read your side of the story, I am forced to the conclusion that the Daily Prophet has treated you very unfairly… little though I want to think that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned, I am forced to accept that you are telling the truth Oh, this is wonderful!"

"Another one who thinks you're barking," said Ron, throwing it onto the pile of bad ones. "… but this one says you've got her converted and she now thinks you're a real hero - she's put in a photograph, too - wow!"

"What is going on here?" Umbridge asked in a simpering voice. She looked at all the owls and her eyes bulged. "Why have you got all these letters, Mr Potter?"

"People have written to me because I gave an interview about what happened last June." My stomach gave an unpleasant jolt. I never thought about Umbridge in all of this. She banned him from all Hogsmeade trips and gave him another week of detentions. Her eyes were slightly crazed when she walked away holding the Quibbler to her chest. By mid-morning enormous signs were put up all over the school and classrooms.

BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS

Any student found in possession of the magazine The Quibbler will be expelled.

The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-seven.

Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor

I snorted loudly and snickered behind my hand. Harry came up next to me frowning. "What are you so happy about?" He asked confused.

"She did the one thing to make sure everyone would read your interview... by banning it." I snickered and made my way to class. Everyone seemed to have read the article even though I never saw the Quibbler once during the day. People quoted it to each other and nodded. They believed him. The teachers seemed to believe him to but showed it in different way because of Educational Decree Number Twenty-six which stated a teacher couldn't discuss something other than their subject with a student. Harry got Gryffindor loads of points and candy from teachers. The Slytherins glared when this happened but said nothing.

That night we had the party to end all parties in the common room. Ron and I were in the corner eating cauldron cakes while Harry went around the room talking to different students. He had been sneaking glances at the boys dormitory when he said he was going to head to bed. I went to bed shortly after too.

The next week passed without much incident till the next time Harry had Occlumency training. We were in the great hall eating when we heard a terrified scream. Ron and I looked at each other then ran to the entrance hall our wands drawn. Trelawney was standing at the bottom of the staircase a bottle of sherry in one hand and her wand in the other.

"No! This cannot be happening... I refuse to accept it!" She shrieked loudly.

"You didn't realize this was coming?" Umbridge trilled girlishly. Trelawney was crying into her shawls and Professor McGonagall came up and patted her on the arm trying to comfort her.

"There, there Sibyll... calm down... blow your nose on this... it's not as bad as you think now... you are not going to have to leave Hogwarts..."

"Oh really, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge said in a deadly voice. "And your authority for that statement is...?"

"That would be mine," Dumbledore said coming in through the front entrance. I leaned into Ron and gave a sigh of relief. I may not have liked Trelawney but the Umbridge was treating her was atrocious. Dumbledore asked Professor McGonagall to lead Trelawney back upstairs.

"And what are you going to do with her once I appoint a new Divination teacher who needs her lodgings?" Umbridge asked in a whisper.

"Oh that won't be a problem. You see, I have already found us a new Divination teacher and he prefers his lodgings on the ground floor."

"You've found – might I remind you Dumbledore that under Educational Decree Number Twenty-two -"

"The ministry has the right to appoint a suitable candidate if – and only if – the headmaster is unable to find one. And I am happy to say that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you?" Dumbledore turned to the front doors and in came a beautiful palomino centaur with a hoof print on his chest. "This is Firenze I think you'll find him suitable." The disgusted look on Umbridge's face said otherwise. Everyone knew how she felt about what she so eloquently called 'half-breeds.' What was Dumbledore thinking?

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