In The Shadows [Book Two]

Chapter Four:

[[A/N: So this chapter is... ehhhh... I like it but I don't because it follows so closely to the books and movies, the next few chapters probably will do that too, but after that, it will go back to it's original storyline of not-following Harry Potter around like a lost puppy dog.  let me know what you think with some comments, please! ]]

Chapter Four: 

Umbridge, in all her angry, pink glory made large strides until she reached Harry who still had his head buried in her fireplace and grabbed him by the back of his hair, dragging him out.  He was coughing, his face was red and along his lips and around his nose were obvious signs of ash, showing that he had, without a doubt, inhaled some.

The Toad pulled his head back, so his neck was fully exposed and stared into his eyes with her own full of a burning hatred.  

Yet here I thought she didn't hate anyone as much as she did me, apparently I was mistaken. 

"You think.. that after two nifflers I was going to let one more foul, scavenging creatures enter my office without my knowledge? I had stealth sensoring spells placed all around my door after the last one got in, you foolish boy!" 

She looked to Malfoy, gesturing to Harry and had him take both Harry and Hermione's wands, it seemed that for now, I was forgotten about, which could come in handy later. 

Turning back to Harry, Pinky the Toad demanded to know why he was in her office.  I looked back at my detention lines and continued on pretending as if I were actually doing what I was supposed to be instead of paying all my attention to the drama that was playing out right in front of me.  I did love a good show, after all. 

"I was.. trying to get my Firebolt!" Harry said, with less conviction than he was probably hoping for.  He didn't quite phrase it like a question but honestly, he had his head down her fireplace, it doesn't take a genius to figure out he wasn't searching for a broomstick.  

"Liar!" She screeched, her face turning varying shades of red as if it were deciding which colour looked the worst on her, before it finally decided.  I didn't think she could get any uglier, honestly.  With force I didn't know Umbridge even had, she threw my brother away from her and I watched as he slammed into my desk, his shoulder and head banging loudly against it.

I felt the rage burning through me and before I even realized what I was doing, I was standing with my wand pointed at the old hag's throat.  Adrenaline and anger poured through every part of me.  It took every ounce of self control I possessed to not kill her.