Learn to love

Professor Umbridge

Slowly and with a creepy smile, stood up and walked towards the front. I swear I got goosebumps just looking at her. The room even got colder.

"She was at my hearing." Harry whispered to us.

I frowned casting a look at him then at the woman. "What?"

"She works for Fudge." Harry replied.

I frowned. "What the hell is she doing here then?"

"Thank you, headmaster." As she walked towards Dumbledore, I couldn't help, but see a dragon stalking towards her prey. "For those kind words of welcoming." She turned towards all of us. Creepy smile getting creepier. "And how lovely, to see all your bright, happy faces, smiling up at me." I glanced around, smirking at how no one was smiling back. Guess I wasn't the only one creeped out by her. "I'm sure we are all going to be very good friends."

I scoffed. "Any else slightly creeped out?" Hermione, Ron, and the twins nodded in a union. Her eyes fell on me, causing chills to run up my back. "Damn."

"The ministry of magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards, be of vital importance." She walked from side to side, watching all of us. "Although each headmaster, has brought something new to this, historic school." She glanced at Dumbledore, to which he bowed his head and thanked her. "Progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve must be preserve. Perfect what can be perfected. And prune practices that ought to be prohibited." She whispered that last as if it were a curse. What got to me was her giggle though, a tiny witch-like giggle. With another creepy smile, she turned to walk back to her seat.

We all just sat there, not sure as to what to do. Dumbledore began to clap, giving us a look. So following orders, we all slowly began to clap as well. This was so freaking stupid. "Thank you, Professor Umbridge, for that really was illuminating." Professor Dumbledore said.

I glanced up at the professor tables, catching Snape's eyes, I rolled mine. He nodded, with a slight smirk on his lips.

"What's it mean?" I heard Harry ask Ron.

Hermione sighed. "It means the ministry is interfering with Hogwarts."

It was after our dinner that problems were beginning. After all, were dismissed to their homes, I followed Harry into the common room. Pretty much it was the only place females and males could mix, after that, it was each to their sides of the room. Following slightly behind, I couldn't help, but notice all eyes were on him. All were either disgusting or pitiful. One bad move and I was going to make them into pigs!

"Dean, Seamus, holiday alright?" Harry asked two of the boys sitting together. Funny I don't remember these two.

"Alright Harry, better than Seamus anyways."

I glared at the little ass that slammed his paper on the coffee table. He stood, trying to act all tough for the group of students. "Me mun didn't want me to come back this year."

"Why not?" Harry asked.

I could have slapped him across the head. Was Harry that naïve sometimes?

"Let me see, uh, because of you." He snapped. "The daily prophet is saying a lot of things Harry. About Dumbledore as well."