The whole class turns to Harry as he comes staggering in. "Sorry, Professor." He mutters. "Hmm, let's see, five points from Gryffindor for coming in late." Harry frowns, sitting next to Harry and Hermione.
"Now, as I was saying before Mr. Potter interrupted with with his antics, your Defense Against the Dark Arts education has been rather fragmented and disjointed in your past classes, hasn't it?"
"Know now that this is about to be rectified. I will be following a pre-approved, Ministry-prepared, theory-centered Defense lesson plan."
"Copy this down." Everyone opens their books except for Hermione who sat with her hand raised. Umbridge ignores her. "Excuse me, Professor. I couldn't help but notice that your course aims say nothing about actually casting the spells." Hermione scoffs.
Umbridge starts cackling. "I can imagine no circumstance in my class where you would need to use spells, my dear."
"How will we learn how to use the spells physically? It would be no help to just learn about the spells only to not be able to practice them."
"We've got O.W.L's coming up how do you expect us to practice?" Hermione adds. "What good's theory in the real world?"
"This is school, not the real world, Mr. Potter. There is nothing out there waiting to get you."
"What about Lord Voldemort?" Harry says, causing the class to flinch at the sound of his name. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter. Let me set the record straight."
"Some of you have been told that a certain dead wizard has returned. This is a lie." Harry stands up, knocking the books to the ground, a look of livid rage across his face.
"It is not a lie!"
"Mr. Potter, you've just landed yourself in detention!"
"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory just dropped dead? Or are you calling me a murderer?"
"The boys death was a tragic accident." Harry walks around his desk over to Umbridge's. He slams his fists against her desk. "It was murder! I saw it happen!"
The class stays deathly still. "Mr. Potter, you have earned yourself a week's worth of detentions!"
"Yeah, talk to somebody who cares. Voldemort killed Cedric, and you know it." She snatches up a quill and writes a note on parchment, handing it to Harry as he snatches it. "That goes to Professor McGonagall, dear."
Danyi looks at Draco. "I've got to tell her off."
"Why in Salazar would you ever defend Potter?" He spits. "I'm not defending him, we can't let her think that she is right."
"He's telling the truth. We should be preparing for what's coming, not pretending it isn't happening."
Umbridge turned her scrutinizing gaze towards Danyi. "And how would you know, Miss Kim? Were you present at the graveyard?"
Danyi met Umbridge's gaze with an unwavering determination. "No, I wasn't. But we can't ignore the evidence and the witnesses. The Dark Mark, the testimony of those who were there – it all points to the same conclusion. Voldemort has returned."
Umbridge's thin smile turned into a smirk. "Detention, Miss Kim, for speaking out of turn and spreading baseless rumors. I won't tolerate insubordination in my classroom."
Danyi accepted the punishment with a calm demeanor. The class continued with an air of unease, but Danyi's unexpected support had not gone unnoticed.
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Danyi and Harry both find themselves standing in front of Umbridge's office. "What'd you get detention for?"
"Just defending your point, Potter. Couldn't let her believe she's right." The door creaks open as the two enter.
"Evening, you two. Have a seat." There were two seats in front of her desk, they take a seat. "You both will be doing lines."
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"Evening, Potter. Miss Kim not out there with you?" He shakes his head. "Could care less about that Slytherin." He scoffs, but on the inside he was truly worried, he hadn't seen her all day. She hums. "Take a seat."
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"Hi." Harry said. "Oh, hi. I didn't think you'd be up here." She moves to a brown school owl, awkward silence filling the room. "Have you found a new keeper for Quidditch?" She asks.
"Yeah, my friend Ron Weasley."
"He any good?"
"Well, he made the team. I missed the tryouts." She lets go of the owl, it flies out the window. "You were really brave standing up to Umbridge." He smiles.
"Well, it's the truth."
"Y'know, after Umbridge sent you out, a girl from Slytherin was protecting your point. They got into a real bad argument."
"I see." He pokes his cheek with his tongue. "But after she left I haven't seen her since then." He nods. "Do you think she ran away? To get away from Umbridge's punishments?" He shakes his head.
"All she does is make us do lines."
"That's odd, why would she run away?"
"I agree."
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