"I'd rather be stripped of my runes and sent into exile than be part of this world."
Emilia Black was born into two different worlds. One was where her mother belonged in and the other where her father belonged in. Her mother's world didn't accept...
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EMILIA
AFTER Umbridge's outburst, she was appointed High Inquisitor by Fudge and since then, she had appeared in classes and asked the professors questions which made me want to punch her in the face. Especially after what she did to Professor Trelawney.
I was sitting in the Great Hall when I noticed everyone was rushing towards the Entrance Courtyard which made me stared at them with a raised brow. My hand reached down to grab my bag and I quickly made my way to follow everyone else. When my eyes looked over to see a familiar red-head, my hand reached out to grab them by their arm as I walked beside them. "George, what's going on?" I asked him as my grip stopped him in his tracks.
He didn't answer as he moved my hand to grab it and began to pull me with him as he pushed through the crowd. When the crowd finally parted enough for me to see, I saw Professor Trelawney standing in the middle of the courtyard with Umbridge walking smugly towards her as Filch was placing Trelawney's bags in front of her feet. All the students were silent as they watched the older woman began to walk forward but hit her legs on one of her bags, causing her to stop. She slowly stepped around it to stand in front of Umbridge.
I launched forward to help her but was stopped by an arm wrapping my waist; forcing me to stay in place. I continued to struggle against the arm that I knew belonged to George as we watched Trelawney. "Sixteen years I've lived and taught here. Hogwarts is my home. You can't do this," she begged to the evil toad-faced woman and I felt my heart break as I saw tears begin to stream down her face.
"Actually, I can," Umbridge said smugly as she held up a folded piece of parchment.
This caused Trelawney to begin sobbing and I felt someone brush past me which made my head turn to see McGonagall rushing up to comfort the crying woman. McGonagall pulled her into a hug as non-coherent words fell from her mouth.
"Something you'd like to say?" Umbridge's fake innocent tone caused more anger to ran through McGonagall's veins.
"Oh, there are several things I would like to say," she snapped at the pink toad before continuing to comfort Trelawney.
Suddenly, the Entrance Hall's doors opened which caused everyone's head to turn to see Dumbledore who walked forward until he now stood in front of Umbridge. "Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybill back inside?" With the Headmaster's words, McGonagall began to escort Trelawney back inside the castle.
As they passed Dumbledore, I heard Trelawney thanking him as she gripped his hand tightly before being led away. "Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms... of Educational Decree Number 23 as enacted by the Minister..." The toad's shrill voice was interrupted by Dumbledore; "You have the right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the headmaster."
"For now," Umbridge remarked smugly which made me led forward again but George tightened his grip on my waist.
Dumbledore remained silent as he turned around to walk back to the doors. "Don't you all have studying to do?" his rhetorical question which caused noise to now fill the air.
Gripping George's wrist tightly, I removed his hand from my waist before I kicked his leg out from underneath from which sent him tumbling to the ground. He groaned loudly in pain as the others around us wince or chuckle at his pain. My dark eyes locked with his dark ones as I glared down at him before storming away with Hermione rushing up beside me.
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I sat on the one-seater in the Gryffindor Common Room with Ron was sitting on the couch and Harry was sitting in the chair by the radio. Hermione, however, was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. "That foul, evil, old gargoyle. We're not learning how to defend ourselves. We're not learning how to pass our OWLs. She's taking over the entire school," Hermione continued ranting to us until the voice on the radio caused our attention to turn towards it as Harry turned up the volume.
"Security has been and will remain the Ministry's top priority. Furthermore, we have convincing evidence... that these disappearances are the work... of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black," I rolled my eyes at Fudge's claims.
"Harry. Emilia," suddenly Dad's voice called out causing our heads to turn towards the fireplace where Dad's face visible in the flames
"Dad. What are you doing here?" I asked him as I knelt down in front of the fire with Hermione and Harry on either side of me while Ron remained on the couch.
"Answering your letters. You said you were worried about Umbridge. What's she doing? Training you to kill half-breeds?" Dad remarked sarcastically which made Harry snap back; "Sirius, she's not letting us use magic at all."
"Well, I'm not surprised. The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat," Dad stated which caused my brows to frown in confusion.
Not trained in combat? Well, I guess that was too late for me.
"Combat? What does he think, we're forming some sort of wizard army?" Ron voiced all of our confusions towards Dad.
"That's exactly what he thinks. That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid by the minute. The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry... but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn... and these disappearances are just how it started before. Voldemort is on the move," Dad informed us
"Well, what can we do?" Harry asked Dad and when Dad opened his mouth to respond, the sounds of footstep stopped him.
"Someone's coming. I'm sorry I can't be of more help. But for now, at least, it looks like you're on your own," was Dad's last words before he faded from the fire.
We all stood onto our feet and looked out the window where a storm was raging on. Lightning flashed light onto our faces as we were watching the world outside.
"He really is out there, isn't he?" Hermione asked but no one answered her before she continued talking; "We've got to be able to defend ourselves. And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will."
With her last words, she turned around to lock eyes with Harry who stared at her like she was crazy. She was right though. We had to defend ourselves and Harry was the only one was enough knowledge to teach us...well them because I could protect myself perfectly fine. One of the many benefits of being a Nephilim.
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