Hogwart's Biggest Prank War

II : Bets on DADA Teacher

"So what are we going to do first?" Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny were all gathered in The Three Broomsticks scheming - er, discussing - on ways best to drive Umbridge out of the school.

"The possibilities are endless, Umbridge hates it here already" Harry said.

"The best way to do it would be during a class" Ginny said, who was the youngest one in the trio. Or in this case, sixo.

"Yes" Hermione agreed. "Then she'll have no one in particular to blame, and the other classmates won't complain"

"In any other case, you would be the one doing the complaining." Ron teased her. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"This is a special case" she told him. "Something needs to be done about Umbridge, and no one else is taking any action"

"What about DA?" Harry frowned. He'd been enjoying the lessons and took Hermione's statement to heart.

"I didn't mean it like that, Harry" she sighed, sounding exasperated. "DA is fantastic, but this is directly affecting Umbridge. DA is learning defensive mechanisms to protect ourselves against Voldemort"

There were a few sharp gasps from around the table.

"Plus, this is going to be so fun" George said, smirking.

The discussion continued on, a plan being skillfully devised by the sixo.

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Dolores Umbridge was having a bad day. It had taken less than a week for her to realise she absolutely hated and despised children. Now she had her least favourite class on a Monday morning with her fifth years, the one with that awful, attention seeking Potter brat in it, as well as that know-it-all Granger and simpleton Weasley. He wasn't as bad as his brothers, but she despised him all the same for the company he kept.

Groaning, she walked into her classroom. Most mornings students were spread all throughout the classroom, yelling, throwing paper planes, paper balls and generally being a nuisance.

Instead of this and then scrambling back to their desks when they heard her come in, this morning they were quietly talking to each other around one desk and barely looked up when she entered.

Tut tut. That just wouldn't do.

"Excuse me class, what are you doing?" It was then that they ran back to their desks. To add to the confusion, she noticed that it was both Gryffindors and Slytherins that had been huddled together.

Wondering whatever they could have been doing, she marched up to the desk. Her eyes narrowed when she saw whose desk it was.

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The latter was clutching a piece of parchment as if her life depended on it.

"Let me see that" Umbridge said commandingly, holding her hand out to Hermione.

"Um, Professor, I don't think you want to-" Without waiting, Dolores snatched the parchment away and started to read aloud until she really saw what she was reading and stopped looking down the page, her mouth falling open.

Bets on DADA Teacher

Sacked - Granger, Brown, Patil

Quit - Patil, Granger, Weasley, Potter, Zabini

Drowned - Potter, Weasley, Finnegan, Thomas

Burned at Stake - Malfoy, Zabini, Finnegan, Potter, Weasley

Death by Stampede of Centaurs - Thomas, Finnegan

Chocked to Death by McGonogall - Potter, Weasley, Finnegan, Thomas, Patil, Brown, Granger

Killed by stabbing - Malfoy, Zabini, Weasley, Potter, Finnegan, Thomas, Granger, Brown, Patil...

The last ones list went on and on.

Umbridge looked up at the class with wide, frightened eyes to see them all smiling at her sweetly. She put the parchment on her desk and let them out of class thirty five minutes early.

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Upon first meeting her, Professor McGonagall hadn't taken much of a liking to her new colleague, Dolores Umbridge. But ever since Monday night's meeting, she couldn't help but feel like something - or someone - had happened to her.

McGonagall knew that being a teacher was a very hard and stressful job; she had worked at Hogwarts for over thirty years and of seven of those years - the most recent - she had to deal with the Weasley twins, and before that, the Marauders.

Since it was the Weasley twins last year, McGonagall was sure that they would want to make it memorable and couldn't help thinking Umbridge had chosen a bad year to start working at Hogwarts.

When McGonagall herself started it had, of course, been difficult but not nearly as bad as Umbridge's had been so far, but then again, the Weasley twins weren't born yet then.

So, she decided she wanted to know what was happening to cause all this.

During one of the periods she didn't have a class, McGonagall walked down towards the DADA classroom to see what was happening.

She knew if she walked in, everything would cease to happen (one of the very few drawbacks of being the strictest teachers in the school), so she just stood in the doorway watching.

It was the seventh year's class - with the Weasley twins. McGonagall felt slightly bad for Umbridge, but was also glad that she had walked into the right class.

And sure enough, it was George Weasley who raised his hand in the middle of a lecture.

"Yes, Mr Weasley?" Umbridge said sweetly.

"Professor, I was wondering that what defines a Dark Wizard?" he asked.

Umbridge raised her eyebrows.

"Well, Mr Weasley, a Dark Wizard usually means that they have taken part in illegal practices, such as torture and murder."

"What do you think defines torture?" Fred Weasley put in. McGonogall groaned, knowing what was to come.

"Whatever the victim feels is abuse, uncomfortable, or against their will"

"Like schoolwork?" George asked with an evil grin. Umbridge shifted uncomfortably.

"No-"

"But it is against our will. We don't want to do it" Fred pointed out.

"Yes, but it is the law"

"So the law means that you can't torture people but you can make people do things against their will?" George said, grinning. Umbridge stared at them.

"School is a necessary aspect of life Mr Weasley" she said. "Abuse is not"

"That makes no sense" Fred said. "That makes you a Dark Wizard" Umbridge said nothing and just stared at them with her mouth hanging open.

"You give out unnecessary detentions, are a teacher, hate children and want other races dead" said George. Even McGonagall gasped. He couldn't have just said that.

"WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST!" Fred screamed.

McGonogall walked away reminding herself to book Umbridge in for therapy.