this book is horrible.- sincerely, the author who wrote this shit
What if there wasn't one, but two survivors to Voldemort's attack on the Potters.
Y/n Lilian Potter, twin sister to Harry James Potter.
Y/n is known for her silver toung, she takes n...
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Your night was driven by nightmares. They where strange though, you would see Voldemort. And you would see some sort of glass ball, almost like the ones in Professor Trelawney's divination classes. Whenever you awoke from a nightmare, Draco was quick to sooth you. Calming you down in any way possible, he kept you close throughout the night. His arms protectively wrapped around you, almost scared you would leave him.
Currently you say in DADA, Draco at your side. His hand rested on your thigh gently, chattering was all around you. Though you didn't pay much attention, you looked up from the desk watching a paper bird fly around the room. Suddenly it burst into flames, and fell onto a girls book.
"Good morning, children." A cheerful, annoying voice said.
Everyone looked back, including you. And sure enough, there stood a pink toad. You almost groaned outloud at the sight of the woman, you didn't understand her fashion sense at all.
"Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations. O-W-Ls." Umbridge said, walking by as the words where written on the blackboard.
You took a closer look at her wand, and your jaw dropped. Not only did she wear pink everything, her wand also had pinks bits on it. You could already feel the headache forming.
"Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." She continued, with a wave of her wand books started being passed out. "Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know, from now on... you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved... course of defensive magic."
Once the book landed in front of you and Draco, your jaw dropped. The cover of the book said 'Dark arts defense. For beginners.' You almost lost your shit, you flipped open the book and glanced through the pages. You looked up to raise your hand, but Hermione beat you to it.
"Yes?" Umbridge asked.
"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?" Said Hermione, confused as well.
"Using spells?" Umbridge asked, chuckling in a high pitch.
"Oh my Merlin, kill me." You growled, causing Draco to squeeze your thigh lightly.
"Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom." Umbridge continued.
"We're not gonna use magic?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way." Umbridge said, smiling.
You scoffed "What use is that? If we're attacked, it won't be risk-free." You said, "How will we know if we've preformed the spell right, or if anything we're doing is right?" You asked. "Sounds like complete and utter bull-"
