Another Fight

Chapter Five

I hear yelling and run out to find the source. McGonagall and Umbridge is arguing over something.

"By questioning is questioning the Minister," the toad says, stepping up a step. "Are you questioning the Minister?" McGonagall literally takes a step back. Umbridge looks at everyone. "Hogwarts is far worse than I feared. The Minister will want to take immediate action."

That does not sound good. People start muttering among themselves. We're honestly screwed. Umbridge walks pushes through everyone, and no one argues with her. Maybe to afraid to try something.

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I groan as I walk passed Draco. He seems to be everywhere I go and it's annoying. I do not want to even look at him. Now though, he has his arm wrapped around Parkinson's shoulder. It hurts a bit, but I put it in the back of my mind. I do not want to deal with unnecessary emotions.

Everyone starts running towards the pavilion. What's going on? I follow the others as we take off. No student dares to go pass the columns and arches, watching the scene taking place. Mr. Filch walks over, carrying suitcases with him. Trelawney is standing in the center, bawling and shaking.

"You c...can't," she cries as Umbridge stalks over. The pink toad has a cat-like smile on her face. That is what all of the interviews were about. She is trying ro eliminate people.

"Oh, but I can."

"Hogwarts is m...my h...home. I have no where to go."

McGonagall comes over and pretty much cradles Trelawney. Umbridge seems to be enjoying the sight of the two professors.

"Do you have something to say Minerva?" Umbridge sings.

"Several."

Dumbledore comes flying out of the door, clearly pissed off. He walks over to Trelawney and McGonagall.

"Please take Sybill inside, Minerva," he calmly orders. The headmaster turns to Umbridge. "You have the right to fire a teacher. But you can not dismiss them from the grounds. That right still resides with the headmaster."

"For now," Umbridge chuckles, walking off. Everyone starts piling to their dorms as instructed. I take my time down to the dorms, just cause I want to avoid everyone. Soon, the halls are empty except for paintings. A familiar ghost flies over.

"Evening Sir Nicholas," I smile.

"Evening Lady Weasley," he replies. Before I can ask him anything, my head hits the wall. I am turned around to see face my attacker. My vision is to blurry to see him.

"What do you want?" I cry. A hand starts to run down my stomach, reaching my thigh.

"You," a rough voice gruffly whispers in my ear. I try to get away, but it still doesn't work. He nips my ear.

"I am only fourteen."

"And?"

The guy is ripped away from me and thrown to the ground. I sink to the ground crying. After awhile, a pair of arms picks me up gently bridal style.

"It's okay," I hear. "No one will hurt you."

I cry into my savior's chest, feeling safe. Before long, I'm laid down on a bed and my forehead lightly kissed. I fall asleep.