Father's Little Deatheater

Umbitch

Nothing interesting happened for a few months, I had a few more detentions with professor Umbridge though. My hand burning even more with more words being etched into my skin over and over. I cant help it, I have these bursts of anger sometimes and keep calling her a bitch.

One morning I get up early to have a decent breakfast in the great hall. I find a seat at the Gryffindor table with the twins, Hermione Ginny and Ron. Ginny and I giving Ron a look as he's shoving a sausage into his mouth like he hasn't eaten in months. "Do you ever stop eating?" Hermione asks. "What? I'm hungry." Ron replies with a mouthful of sausage. "Harry" Hermione says, as he walks over to us. "Can I join you?" He asks. Why is he asking. Are they not on good terms. My thoughts are interrupted by professor Umbridge's voice arguing with professor McGonagall. A bunch of us walk over to see what's going on.

"Pardon me, Professor, but what exactly are you insinuating?" Professor Umbridge speaks. "I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students, you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices." Professor McGonagall demands. "So silly of me, but it sounds as if you're questioning my authority in my own classroom. Minerva" Umbridge replies, standing up one step to be higher than McGonagall. "Not at all, Delores. Merely your medieval methods." McGonagall replies as she stands up one more step. "I... am sorry, dear. But to question my practices is to question the Ministry, and by extension, the Minister himself. I am a tolerant woman, but the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty." Umbridge blabs on. "Disloyalty." McGonagall questions, stepping down a step. "Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared. Cornelius will want to take immediate action." Umbridge demands, standing facing us with authority. The next day Flitch is seen on a ladder hammering something into the wall which reads:

Proclamation

Educational Decree no. 23

Dolores Jane Umbridge has been appointed to the post of Hogwarts High Inquisitor.

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She starts berating all the staff in their classrooms in front of us students. "Just one question, dear. You've been in this post how long exactly? She says to Professor Trelawney. "Could you please predict something for me? "I'm sorry?" Professor Trelawney asks. "One teensy little prophesy?" Everyone is silent. "Pity" Umbridge adds, before walking away. "No, wait, wait, no. I think I do see something. yes I do, something dark. You... are in grave danger." Professor Trelawney spouts. "Lovely" Is all Umbridge says before walking away and marking something down on her chart.

In Snape's potions classroom. "You applied first for Defense Against the Dark Arts post, Is that correct?" "Yes" Snape replies in his monotone voice. "But you were unsuccessful?" She questions. "Obviously" Snape replies again in the same tone. Which causes a few of us to snicker. As she leaves Snape whacks Ron over the head with a newspaper.

One day in the courtyard the Weasley twins and I are showing a bunch of students some of our firework tricks when Umbridge walks over and ruins the fun by the wave of her wand putting out the fireworks back in to its bag. "Bitch" I mutter. Luckily she didn't hear me this time but the other students did, which causes a worried look from George and a few giggles form others.

Then she has the audacity to pull a tape measure out to measure professor Flitwick's height during a choir lesson.

More Decrees were placed on the walls to ruin all our fun like:

No Music it to be played during study hours.

All Weasley products will be banned immediately.