The devil's angel || Mattheo riddle

-5th year-

WC: 820

Type of chapter: annoying

Warning: none

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A lot had happened in the last days of our summer holiday, Harry had gotten into a dementor attack and had to use magic to save both him and Dudley. Since Harry is underage and used magic in the presence of our cousin who's a muggle he was expelled from Hogwarts.

But don't worry with the help of Dumbledore the Mistry cleared him of all charges.

We have finally reached Hogwarts, harry and I am used to people staring but this time it felt weird, they did not look happy to see us.

In Dumbledore's welcoming speech we found out that Hagrid was on a break and that we have a new defense against the dark art's teacher, Dolores Umbridge.

Arudely interrupted the headmasters speech and started talking about how good friends were going to be and how the ministry care's for our education.

Hermione then explained that what Umbridge was just trying to sugar caught what she really mean by the ministry interfering at Hogwarts.

We reached our common room and all eyes were on us. "dean, Seamus..good holiday?" Harry tried to make a conversation "alright, better than Seamus anyway" dean answered and season they his paper and got up.

"my mum didn't want me to come back this year" he said and Harry asked him why then Seamus looked at me with anger in his eyes "let me see because of her" he said looking me up and down.

Seamus talked about how the daily prophet had been saying a lot of things about us and harry told him that his mother believes all of them.

"you should read the 'prophet' then, like your stupid mother" he said making my eyes widen. Thankfully Ron came before a huge fight happened.

-next day-

We were all in class talking and messing around with a paper bird when Umbridge came in burning I don't who's paper

"Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it? The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L. year. You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centred, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please."

She said as the books were placed on our tables, I took one look at it held in the laugh but when we opened it, Hermione pointed out that there was nothing in there about defending spells so Umbridge explained that we won't be using any spells in her classroom.

I read more into the book and I couldn't help but maintain my laughter after reading all these stupid things, "this got to be a joke" I laughed causing harry to laugh too.

Hermione told her that there are no spells in here and Umbridge explained that we won't be using any and that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get us through our examination.

"But how would theory about to prepare us for what's out there" harry said and she stupidly asked who would come after us kids.

"oh umm I don't know lord Voldemort" I said and the whole class went silent.

"now let me make this quite clear, you have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again, this. Is. A. lie" she told everyone "it's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him." I said and she yelled 'detention Mrs. potter".

"So according to you victor Krum dropped died on his own Acores" I yelled "victor Krum's dead was a tragic accident" she said and I had enough "it was murder, Voldemort killed him, you must know that" I yelled she shouted "enough!!"

"enough see me later Mrs. potter, my office".

-time skip-

At the end of the day I went to her stupid office where she asked me to write 'one must not tell lies' on a parchment paper and one of her 'special' quills. I huffed and began to write.

On my second time I started to feel some burning sensation in my hand and it got worse by the second, I looked at my arms and the words on the paper were appearing on my hand.

What the fuck.

She looked at me with a stupid grin and asked if something was wrong and I shook my head.

What a bitch.

After I wrote the sentence 10 times I couldn't handle the pain and left the room only to bump into somebody on my way back. "sorry" I mumbled handing the person his.

Matteo riddle took the book "your hand...did Umbridge do this" he asked and I nodded "good luck" I said and left.

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