'Crap, I forgot, I have detention with Umbridge!'
I sprinted as fast as I can to Umbridge's office. When I came in I saw that Harry's already there.
"Hey what are you in for?" I asked Harry.
"I told her about Voldemort and that he has returned, but she didn't believe me so I'm stuck here. How about you?"
"I called her something unpleasant, and disrupted her class.......several times," I replied casually.
"Nice!"
"Wait Harry, can I please tell you about our wands."
He sighed, "fine what do you have to say?"
"Well, my wand is 13 inch cypress, Phoenix core and yours is a something, something Phoenix core-"
"How do you know that?" he asked.
I ignored him and continued, "well Mr. Ollivander told me that the Phoenix that gave the feather for your core also recently gave another for mine. So what I'm saying is that my core is a triplet with yours and da-Volde- I mean You-Know-Who."
"That's nice but how do you know my core is a Phoenix feather."
"Mr. Ollivander told me."
"Oh for a second I thought you were like Collin Creevy, a fourth year who's obsessed with me."
"Yeah, no, I'm not one of those people."
"That's good to know."
Before I could respond, I heard a pair of heels clonking on the ground. Ugh!
"Hey look! Here comes Trumpbridge!" I yelled.
"Where did you get 'Trumpbridge' from?" He asked curiously.
I heard her talking to someone so I shushed him and listened.
"That girl, Larissa Wilson looks so familiar..."
"That's because she's the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and possibly The Dark Lord.
'Crap they know,' I thought.
"Dolores how do you know that?"
"Well, Cornelius, I overheard her little chat with Snape, Dumbledore and McGonagall. Do you have any idea how much magic she's capable of? We can use her to defend ourselves. If that doesn't work, we need to think of a way to use her powers for ourselves, if not, kill her."
I stopped listening after that and gasped.
"What is it?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Nevermind anyways, 'Trumpbridge' came from Donald Trump. He's the 2016 presidential candidate. He's 70 at that time, has duck lips, and he's very political. He's like a male version of Umbridge," I explained.
"Umm Lyra, we're not in 2016 yet....we're in 1995. So how do you know about all this things?"
"I might've lived in the future with the muggle family...." I said slowly.
"Lies, lies and more lies," said a familiar voice.
"Trumpbridge!" I spat in disgust.
"If it isn't my trouble-makers, now for detention, you're going to write lines,"
"But we don't have quills," said Harry.
"You are going to use a special quill provided by me," answered Umbridge.
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FanfictionI'm a Riddle, you have to find a way to solve me I'm Larissa "Lyra" but I'm known as Chloe Wilson, at least that was what I used to be..... In my early years I was just a normal girl with regular parents, living a boring, unfair life until I got a l...
