Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

Dolores Umbitch

"It means, the ministry, is taking over Hogwarts."

Y/n's POV:

I walk into the Great Hall, feeling the familiar sensation of home.

We go to the Gryffindor table on the end of the hall and sit kind of near the front.

Hermione takes a seat next to me.

I look up at the staff table while Ron starts rambling on about being hungry.

A lump of pink easily catches my eye.

I look at the toad sitting there, immediately getting an off-vibe.

"Hey," I hit Hermione on the shoulder behind me without taking my eyes off the poor excuse for someone's child.

"Hey, hey!"

They finally shut up.

"What?" Harry asks.

"Who the hell...?" Ron says, staring at the chewed up bubble gum at the teacher's table.

"I don't know what's up with the frilly toad, but I have a bad feeling about her." I say to the group without taking my eyes off her.

"You don't even know her yet." Hermione says.

I turn and look at her.

"Say that after our first class. Assuming we have her as a teacher."

"She was at my hearing. She works for Fudge." Harry says.

Once a few more kids come in, the first year's sorting starts.

The sorting finishes and we all clap until Dumbledore walks up to the podium.

"Welcome new students, and to those who are old, welcome back. Now, we have two new changes in staffing this year. We're pleased to welcome back professor Grubbly Plank who will be taking care of Magical Creatures while Professor Hagrid is on temporary leave."

I look at the others who look confused as well.

Where's Hagrid?

"We also wish to welcome our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Dolores Umbridge-"

"More like Umbitch." I mutter.

Harry and Ron snigger and Hermione listens intently to the speech.

I hear an annoying high pitched eh hem that makes me cringe.

I look back over to see Umbitch standing up.

She walks around the table and stands infront of the podium.

"Dumbledore's about to throw hands." I say quietly.

Ron tries to suppress his laughter while his face turns red.

"Thank you headmaster. For those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright, happy faces looking up at me."

Literally no one is smiling.

"I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends." She says.

"That's likely." Fred and George say with heavy sarcasm in their voices.

She does her little eh hem again.

I'm done listening to this shit.

Hermione can fill me in on this later.

I let my mind wander free as I daydream.

"Y/n," someone waves in my face.

I blink a few times and sit up.