Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Rule Exception and Owl Interception

(Y/N)'s POV

Pinned up to the noticeboard was a sign that read "An Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students. Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor.

'No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor. Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.'

The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four. Signed: High Inquisitor Dolores Umbridge" We read the notice over the heads of some anxious looking second years.

"So, which one of us is going to beg Umbridge for permission to start our anti ministry club?" I said in a half whisper. "Think she'll make an exception for her favourite students?" Harry spoke angrily.

"She knows." "She can't," said Ron at once. "There were people listening in that pub. And let's face it, we don't know how many of the people who turned up we can trust. . . . Any of them could have run off and told Umbridge. . . ." Considering what Hermione had warned me about, I doubted it, but I didn't tell them that.

"Zacharias Smith!" said Ron at once, punching a fist into his hand. "Or — I thought that Michael Corner had a really shifty look too —" "I wonder if Hermione's seen this yet?" Harry said, looking around at the door to the girls' dormitories.

"Well, seeing as there aren't any banners erected campaigning for change, I doubt it." I said, looking around for any picket signs. "Let's go and tell her," said Ron. After we found her and told her she smirked.

"Believe me, if anyone's run off and told Umbridge, we'll know exactly who they are and they will really regret it." "What'll happen to them?" said Ron eagerly. "Well, put it this way," said Hermione, "it'll make Eloise Midgen's acne look like a couple of cute freckles."

"Come on, let's get down to breakfast and see what the others think. . . . I wonder whether this has been put up in all the Houses?" "Side note, can you people leave Eloise Midgen alone? I thought we were past this.." I said, they ignored me.

It was immediately apparent on entering the Great Hall that Umbridge's sign had not only appeared in Gryffindor Tower. There was a peculiar intensity about the chatter and an extra measure of movement in the Hall as people scurried up and down their tables conferring on what they had read.

Umbridge had enforced this rule on every club in Hogwarts, even the Quidditch teams, I was waiting for her to show up in Binns class so I could give her a piece of my mind, but she didn't show up.

"I guess even that old bat finds Binns boring" I said to Hermione. She seemed to be preoccupied with something, I turned to see what, Hedwig was perched on the narrow window ledge, gazing through the thick glass at Harry, a letter tied to her leg.

Everyone was pointing out Hedwig to each other too. "Oh, I've always loved that owl, she's so beautiful," Lavender sighed to Parvati. Harry slipped quietly off his chair, crouched down, and hurried along the row to the window, where he slid the catch and opened it very slowly.

Once he gave the owl a once over, he said in a hushed panicked voice, "She's hurt!" bending his head low over her, my heart lurched. "Look — there's something wrong with her wing." Hedwig was quivering; when Harry made to touch the wing she gave a little jump, all her feathers on end as though she was inflating herself, and gazed at him reproachfully.

"Professor Binns," said Harry loudly, and everyone in the class turned to look at him. "I'm not feeling well." Harry said, hurrying out of the room. We met him later after class in the common room.