As I woke up from my slumber the next morning, I was greeted by a throbbing headache. I made my way to the bathroom to tend to my morning rituals before dressing myself in a fresh outfit. I decided to skip my first class, a common occurrence for me.
As I descended down the stairs to the Great Hall, my eyes caught sight of a peculiar proclamation plastered on the wall. My confusion soon turned to dread as I read the words: 'EDUCATIONAL DECREE NO 23 DOLORES JANE UMBRIDGE HAS BEEN APPOINTED TO THE POST OF HOGWARTS HIGH INQUISITOR.'
It was then that I felt a presence behind me, and before I could turn around, I felt my school tie being adjusted. I spun around to find the infamous Professor Umbridge, casting a charm with a devilish smile on her face. Her pink cardigan and matching bow were a stark contrast to the dull grey walls of the castle. Her expression was one of pure malice, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine.
"Good morning, Miss Snape," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. I simply nodded, not wanting to engage in any conversation with her.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, trying to be polite.
"I'm afraid not," she replied, her voice sickly sweet. "I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of the new rules that have been put in place. I expect all students to follow them to the letter."
"I don't think these rules hold any value," I said, giving her a tight grin.
"Well, I hope you're not planning on causing any trouble. I have a zero-tolerance policy for disobedience," she said, giving a fake chuckle.
I raised my eyebrows. "I couldn't be too sure, professor," I said, giving her a fake polite smile.
Her demeanor changed as she took my left hand on hers. "I believe you are as healthy as ever." Just then, I noticed the bruises I had yesterday were healed, as well as the writing that was engraved on my skin by this woman.
"I have my classes, professor. I wouldn't mind if you give me an excuse," I said and left her there dumbfounded.
As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. But I knew that I had to be careful. She was a cunning woman, and I couldn't let my guard down around her.
As I entered the potions class, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the air. The classroom was only half-filled with students, all of whom were murmuring and chattering amongst themselves.
I took a seat next to Luna Lovegood, who was sitting quietly with her nose buried in a book. Despite her dreamy expression, I could tell she was worried about the new rules that had been implemented at Hogwarts. "Hello, Ophelia," she said, looking up at me with a small smile. "Have you heard about the new rules?" I nodded, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
Suddenly, the room fell silent as Professor Snape strode into the classroom. His black robes billowed behind him, and his expression was one of icy disdain. "Silence," he hissed, his eyes darting around the room. The students all scrambled to take out their books and quills, their eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Professor Snape's reputation as a strict and unforgiving professor was well known throughout the school, and none of us wanted to be on his bad side.
As we all settled into our seats, Professor Snape began his lecture on the Draught of Living Death. His voice was low and measured, his eyes fixed on the students in front of him. He spoke of the potion's complexity and danger, of the rare and dangerous ingredients that were required to brew it. He spoke of the potion's power, of the deep and death-like sleep that it induced in the drinker.
Just as we were all beginning to relax, the door creaked open and a woman in pink sauntered in, holding a book in her hand. Professor Snape's icy glare shifted from the students to the woman as she began to speak. "You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct?" she asked, her voice dripping with condescension. My father's expression turned even colder as he replied, "Yes."
The woman's smile widened, "But you were unsuccessful." I could feel the tension in the room rise as my father's eyes narrowed. "Obviously," he replied, his tone laced with disdain. My own fists clenched at my side as I fought the urge to defend my father's honor. My eyes darted between the two, their expression unreadable. The silence in the room was deafening as the pinky ponkey professor turned on her heel and strode back out of the room.
As the door slammed shut, Professor Snape cleared his throat and continued his lecture. But I could see that the incident had shaken him, that his icy exterior had been momentarily cracked.
After the class ended, I lingered in the classroom, waiting for the other students to file out. As I approached my father, who sat at his desk, I noticed that he was holding a bottle of potions in his hand. "Dad, what's happening?" I asked, my voice full of confusion and frustration. But he simply replied, "The class has ended, Ophelia. You should head back to your next class." I sighed, knowing that I wouldn't get an answer out of him.
As I turned to leave, a sudden commotion outside caught my attention. I joined the crowd of students as they rushed down the stairs and out of the castle. "What happened, Hermione?" I asked, trying to keep pace with her as she clutched her book tightly to her chest. "It's about Professor Trelawney," she replied, her voice hushed and urgent.
We arrived at the scene just as Professor Trelawney was protesting her forced resignation. "Sixteen years I've lived and taught here," she cried, her voice deep and grave. "Hogwarts is my home. You can't do this." But Umbridge simply smiled, her grip on the resignation letter tightening. "Actually, I can," she said, her voice cold and unfeeling.
As I watched the scene unfold, I felt a presence behind me. Turning around, I saw nothing but students, all craning their necks to get a better view of the commotion. But then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I spun around, ready for a fight. But instead, I saw Harry, his expression one of shock and confusion.
The surroundings were just as tense and charged as the atmosphere within. The castle walls seemed to reverberate with the weight of the moment, the air thick with emotion and uncertainty. The sky outside was dark and stormy, the clouds heavy with rain. Lightning flashed in the distance, casting an eerie glow over the scene.
I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was Harry Potter. "Is everything alright?" I asked, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
Harry hesitated for a moment, looking down at the floor. "Do you want anything?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
"You're a good friend to Hermione, right?" Harry asked, looking up at me . "So I was thinking if you could join us. We are forming an organization to prepare students for defense against the dark arts."
My eyes widened in surprise. I had never expected Harry Potter, the boy who lived, to ask me to join his stupid organizations.
I raised an eyebrow at Harry's request. "An organization to prepare students for defense against the dark arts?" I repeated skeptically. "That sounds like a lot of work. Besides, I think I'm smart enough to handle myself."
Harry looked taken aback by my response. "Well, we could always use more help," he said hesitantly.
"I'm really not into joining secret societies. I prefer to fight my own battles Potter. " I said giving him a tight smile and headed into the castle.
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The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)
Fanfiction🚫Will not be continued 🚫 *Being Re-written* Ophelia Lily Snape is a notorious student at Hogwarts. Intelligent, cunning and funny, she makes friends despite her wicked behaviour. Her biting humor and clever quips are legendary. But beneath her tou...
