𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 (𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷.)

༄Fifth year; Bloody Hell༄

!TW!
From here on out the Blood Quill will be mentioned.

This also includes:
Torture, Blood and other such things.

Keep in mind Y/n IS a bit of a trouble maker just to give ya'll an idea

Y/n's POV
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I grin watching an enchanted parchment bird fly around the room as people swat at it and launch smaller pieces of parchment at it.

The class room remains loud as everyone laughs at others attempts to knock the bird out of the air while others talk about the new teacher.

"What do you think of the new teacher Y/n?" Ron asks me and i huff

"Her laugh gives me the creeps and who the hell enjoys wearing that much pink" I cross my arms, laying my head down on the desk, watching the bird still flying around

Until it begins charing, turning into a crisp, I turn my head to see Professor Umbridge smiling brightly with her wand in hand.

"Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations. More commonly known as OWL's" She makes her way to the front of the room as she writes on the board with chalk using her wand

"Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and tue consequences may be severe" Umbridge flicks her wand and the books behind her slowly pass out to each student

"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven, but you will be pleased to know from now on, you will be following a carefully structured" Professor goes on as i pick up the book glaring at it slightly

I notice there are no defensive spells in the book as i flip through a few pages, and i sigh already not liking this idea.

"Ministry approved course of defensive magic" I look at Hermione and she must have noticed the same as i have since she had her hand raised

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells" Hermione says in a questioning manner

"Using spells?" The Professor chuckles walking closer towards our table

"Well i can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom"

"We're not going to use magic?" I ask looking up at her

"You will be learning about defensive spells, in a secure, risk free way" She smiles looking around the room but the faces written on most faces do not share the same smile she does

Mine being one of those.

"But whats the use of that? if we're to be attacked, it won't be risk free" Harry points out

"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class!" Professor Umbridge exclaims and i roll my eyes once her back is turned

"It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge, will be sufficient to get you through your exams. Which, after all is what school is all about" She smiles

"Yeah a muggle school that is. How is theory supposed to prepare us for what may be out there?" I ask, becoming more annoyed then i was before

"There is nothing out there dear. Who do you imagine would want to attack children?" Umbridge questions me as if im a total idiot with that damned smile still on her face

"Oh i dunno, maybe Voldemort?" I glare at her as whispers and murmurs erupt through out the room

I watch with a grin on my face as her eye twitches and she struggles to keep the smile on her face, obviously i struck a nerve and i couldn't be more proud of myself.