❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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When Ria's senses came back, someone had her grabbed by her collar. "You think I wouldn't ever know how your annoying little boyfriend confunded me, that night?" Umbridge was sneering down at her.
She pushed her away, someone caught her by her arm, and Ria watched in horror as Umbridge strode into her office. "No.." When she had reached inside, Umbridge had already pulled Harry out of the fireplace by his hair.
"After those two nifflers.. I wasn't going to let even one more foul, scavenging little creature enter my office without my knowledge." She muttered. "And that too.. right after I receive the message that the filthy Azrael is in Minerva's office.. I'm not as foolish as you think I am."
"I had Stealth Sensoring Spells placed all around my doorway after the last one got in, you foolish boy. Take their wands.. all of them."
"No—"
"Shh.. it's me." said the person gripping at her hand, and she looked back in surprise. Theodore..
She looked at Ginny, and was kind of relieved when she saw the one holding her had been Blaise. She gave her a silent look. And the redhead, after some hoax struggle, let him have her wand.
"Umbridge gathered us all.. saying she received a signal from her office." Theo whispered to her, taking the advantage that Umbridge was too focused on Potter and Granger. "We figured it had to be you, so.."
She gave him a small, almost unnoticeable nod. That meant Ron hadn't reached them at all.. then where the hell was he?
"I want to know why you are in my office," said Umbridge, shaking the fist clutching his hair so that he staggered.
"I was— trying to get my Firebolt!" Harry croaked.
"Liar." She shook his head again. "Your Firebolt is under strict guard in the dungeons, as you very well know, Potter. You had your head in my fire. With whom have you been communicating?"
"No one—" said Harry, trying to pull away from her, even though he could feel several hair strands coming off his scalp.
"Liar!" shouted Umbridge. She threw him from her, and he slammed into the desk. Now he could see Hermione pinned against the wall by Parkinson. Malfoy was leaning on the windowsill, smirking as he threw Harry's wand into the air one handed and then caught it again.
There was a commotion outside and several large Slytherins entered, each gripping Ron, Luna, and— to their bewilderment— Neville, who was trapped in a stranglehold by Crabbe and looked in imminent danger of suffocation. All three of them had been gagged.
"Got 'em all," said Warrington, shoving Ron roughly forward into the room. "That one." he poked a thick finger at Neville, "tried to stop me taking her," he pointed at Luna, who seemed patient as Bulstrode had her grabbed by the back of her robe. "so I brought him along too."
