Magical Love 2

Explosive First Class

It came time to have our first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson with Professor Umbridge. We didn't think anything of it, because it seemed like a routine to have a different teacher every single year. The Gryffindor fifth years were to have our lesson today.

Padma Patil cast a spell on a piece of paper on her desk and turned into a flying bird, and everyone was trying to make it fly all over the classroom, and I made it do a loop. Seamus Finnegan sent it in one direction and Dean Thomas sent it in the other. Ron made it fly above us, and then suddenly it disintegrated. It was Professor Umbridge who had done that. She just giggled to herself and indicated for us that it was time to begin class. She pointed her wand towards the chalkboard and wrote OWLS. "Ordinary Wizarding Levels, that's O, W, Ls. Commonly known as OWLs." she spoke so condescendingly that it was making me mad. I just focused on the chalkboard to make it seem like I was paying attention to her lecture. "Study hard and you will be gloriously rewarded, but if you fail the consequences will be severe." Professor Umbridge levitated a stack of books and they passed themselves out to us. What did she mean the consequences would be severe? "This year you will study a basic Ministry approved curriculum and that will be all you'll need to be successful in my classroom."

     I opened the book, and like I suspected there was nothing in their about defensive spells. Just as I was about to raise my hand to ask a question, Hermione beat me to it, she had risen her hand. "Yes?" Professor Umbridge asked kindly. "There's nothing in here about defensive spells." she said. "What would you need to use defensive spells for?" she asked genuinely confused. "To learn how to protect ourselves," I said trying to make her see that she was supposed to be teaching us. "What would you need protecting from young lady?" she still had her fake smile plastered on her face. "The threats that are out there," Harry defended me. "Students will raise their hands in my classroom," she scolded. "What do you suppose is out there?" Professor Umbridge asked coldly. "I don't know, maybe Voldemort," replied Harry seriously. "I can assure you dear there is nothing out there, the Dark Lord has not returned. This is a lie." she said. "So my boyfriend never died, he just went unconscious on his own accord?" I stood up and shouted trying not to get angry. "Cedric Diggory never died, darling. He just had a tragic accident." "SO I JUST IMAGINED THAT HE DIED AND I HEALED HIM?!" I was furious. "It was murder Voldemort killed him you must know that! Lydia healed him, she didn't imagine it!" Harry screamed. "ENOUGH!" Umbridge shouted at us. "Enough, you will both have detention. I will see you both in my office." she gave another short giggle."

From that moment, I hated Dolores Umbridge more than I hated Voldemort himself.