Chapter 3: Dolores Jane Umbridge

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On the last day of the holiday, booklists arrived for everyone, except Neville and I, who already had everything ready. The rest were opening their letters, and Ron was silently staring at his letter.
"What is it?" I asked, as Fred went to read over his shoulder. His mouth fell open.
"Prefect? Prefect?"
"What?" I said in surprise. "Ron, a prefect? Guess it's in the family, eh?"
"No way, there must be a mistake," George said.
Fred took the letter out of Ron's hand, who didn't move.
"No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect."

"Ronnie the prefect," Fred said.
"Mum's going to be revolting," George groaned.
"We thought you were bound to become one," Fred said to Harry, who hadn't spoken a word. "Even you, Jynx, had more of a chance."
"I don't want to be a prefect," I said quickly. "To much responsibility."

The door flew open as Harry had the prefect badge in his hand to look at it.
"I knew it!" Hermione shrieked. "Me too, Harry, me too!"
"Not me, Ron," Harry said slowly.
"You're a prefect too?" Neville said to Hermione.
Realisation came to her.
"Ron? Are you sure? I mean... wow, Ron, that's really-"
"Unexpected," George finished.

Mrs Weasley then entered the room.
I looked at Fred and George. They smirked at each other as mrs Weasley sorted the clean robes and told that she would go to Diagon Alley today and that Ron needed new pyjamas.
"What colour would you like?"
"Give him red and gold, to match his badge," George smirked.
"Match his what?" mrs Weasley said absentmindedly.
"His badge," Fred said, and added, dramatically: "His lovely shiny new prefect badge."
It took mrs Weasley a few seconds to realise what he said. Then she looked up.

"But... Ron... you're not...?"
Ron held up the badge.
Mrs Weasley let out a shriek.
"I don't believe it! How wonderful! A prefect! Like everyone in the family!"
"Are we just next-door neighbors?" George said with a raised eyebrow, but mrs Weasley ignored them. Instead, she flung her arms around Ron and kissed his entire face.
"You could end up Head Boy like Bill or Percy, what wonderful news, Ronnie!"
Fred and George pretended to throw up behind her back, but she didn't notice.

Then she asked Ron what he would have as a present for it, and he asked if he could have a new broom. She accepted, and went down to tell her husband the news.

"Where's Percy, anyway?" I asked. "Is he not in the Order?"
"Don't mention him," Fred said seriously. "Especially not in front of mum or dad. He's not part of the Order. He's been promoted at work, but dad wasn't impressed. Fudge probably only wants Percy in his office as a spy for our family, and for Dumbledore. Doesn't trust him after last year's events."
"So he said terrible stuff to mum and dad, and about the family, and he left the same night," George said. "So we don't talk about Percy."
"Noted," I said, but I really didn't expect this from Percy.

Mrs Weasley had made a big party from dinner, and all of us enjoyed it. At the end of the feast, however, Mr Weasley came to Neville and me.
"I think it's time for you two to go home," he said. "I believe your school supplies are still at home."
We nodded, and said goodbye to everyone.

"Listen, children," Sirius said, taking the two of us aside for a moment. "Try to have fun at school, okay? Try not to worry too much much about things, it'll just make it worse, and above all, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Take care of each other, and of the others. I'm sure we'll see each other again, very soon."
I nodded, but I hated goodbyes.
"At least were free from mum again," Neville said.
"Is she that bad?" Sirius asked.
"It's alright," I said quickly, I didn't want to worry Sirius about her. If he found out what she had been doing to us, he would probably kill her.
"Goodbye, then."

Sirius led us to the door, and we waved to my friends.
"See you at school."
Mr Weasley went outside with us, and I got so tired in the car, that when I opened my eyes, our house was already in sight.
"Thank you," we said politely to mr Weasley, when we arrived, and went inside.

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