AN: Getting very close to the Department of Mysteries. Very excited for it. Hope your enjoying all the updates. Still not JK Rowling.

BY ORDER OF THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has replaced Albus Dumbledore as Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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

Signed: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic

Word had spread like wild fire. Dumbledore had escaped two Aurors, the High Inquisitor, the Minister of Magic and his Junior Assistant. Just thinking that made me smile. Dumbledore was absolutely brilliant.

News quickly spread that Umbridge had created the Inquisitorial Squad, which were students (almost all of them Slytherin) who were allowed to take off points. Draco took fifteen points from me in a matter of minutes. I wanted to tell him exactly what he was but he would get his comeuppance eventually. Fred and George didn't seem to care about much anymore besides ruining Umbridge's reign as Headmistress.

Harry was taken to Umbridge's office during lunch. He was gone maybe twenty minutes when a huge BOOM resounded around the great hall. I ran out out of the great hall with Ginny by my side and slid to a stop. Someone had set off a humongous crate of enchanted fireworks. Dragons swirled around in the air.

"They didn't," I said in a hushed voice.

"Oh yes they did." Ginny said laughing watching the firework show. Umbridge came tearing around the corner a moment late her mouth open-mouthed with shock.

"Hurry Filch hurry! Stupefy!" She shrieked pointing her wand at the dragons that were twirling in the air. Instead of freezing of them there was a small explosion that made a huge hole in one of the portraits on the wall.

"Don't Stupefy them, Filch!" She screeched.

Ginny and I went back into the great hall laughing. Did she even realize Filch was a squib? Probably not.

Two days later at breakfast Harry told Ron and I that Professor Snape said he no longer needed Occlumency. The deep circles under his eyes told me otherwise but I could tell he was close to snapping again so I didn't say anything.

"Just drop it Ron!" He growled out his eyes flashing. We left him alone for the rest of the day. Harry seemed lost in his thoughts for the rest of the day.

"I wish I could just speak to Sirius!" He finally growled when he and I were studying in the library.

"Harry you can, remember the two-way mirror?" I asked looking at him confused.

"Your right!" Harry said excitedly and left before I could ask him anything. The next morning Harry was looking much better but thought it would be better if I didn't say anything. I brought out a huge stack of pamphlets and started to go through them. We would be talking to our Head's of House about career advice.

"Well, I don't fancy Healing," Ron said tossing the pamphlet aside. "You need too many E's for my liking."

"Well it is a responsible job." I said absently flipping through a muggle relations pamphlet.

"Hey Hermione you could do banking," Harry said looking up from behind a pamphlet.

"I don't much fancy banking much," I muttered flipping through a pamphlet on training security trolls. I tossed it back on the table and sighed in frustration.

The next day I went to my career's appointment with Professor McGonagall. I knocked timidly on her door and she bid me to enter.

"Please have a seat Miss Granger," she said shuffling through her pamphlets. I sat down shakily and she smiled at me. "You have no reason to be nervous."

"Yes I do I have no idea what I want to do," I muttered blushing.

"Well the good news is that your grades are fantastic so you should be able to do anything you want. What about teaching?" She asked placing a pamphlet in front of me. "I know you help the other students when you can."

"I never thought of teaching," I said pulling a pamphlet towards me. When I left Professor McGonagall's office I was feeling a lot better.

Harry seemed out of it after his own career's appointment. He shook his head and kept muttering under his breath as we walked to the great hall. Screams erupted from below us and my breath caught in my throat. Oh Merlin, Fred and George!

Harry and I ran to the entrance hall where Fred and George were beaming looking rather proud of themselves.

"So!" Umbridge yelled from the steps a strange look in her eyes. "So – you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp do you?"

"Pretty amusing, yeah," Fred said looking at her without any fear.

"I've got form and the whips headmistress." Filch said excitedly. My eyes opened wide they were going to be whipped?

"Very good Argus," she said. "You two are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school."

"You know what? I don't think we are. George I think we've outgrown full-time education." Fred said.

"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," George said lightly.

"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" Fred asked.

"Definitely," said George.

"Accio brooms!" They yelled together. A loud crash sounded somewhere in the distance. Two brooms were soaring through the air. Harry and I ducked just in time to miss being hit by one. Fred and George's broomsticks, one trailing a heavy chain with an iron peg stopped next to the twins.

"We won't be seeing you," Fred said slinging his leg over his broom.

"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," George said mounting his own.

Fred looked around at the assembled students, at the silent, watchful crowd. "If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley - Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"

"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," George said, pointing at Professor Umbridge.

"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.

"Give her hell from us, Peeves." Peeves bowed low and swept his hat off as Fred and George flew out of the great hall of into the sunset.

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