The body of the dead,
1. An item belonging to the dead,
2. An item related to a hobby of the dead,
3. The wand of the dead,
4. Blood of the dead's loved one,
5. Elixir of Life,
6. The tears of your enemy,
7. Calming Drought,
8. Painful memories of your family,
9. A powerful wand of another (In this case, the only wand powerful enough would be the Elder wand),
10. An important item to you, (Orphan rags)
11. An item belonging to the dead's father,
12. The heart of your arch nemesis,
One down twelve to go. How the hell was I going to do that? Especially with the rumours and hatred of me in the Wizarding world. Ever since that argument Umbridge had made mine and everyone else at Hogwarts' life hell.
Cornelius Fudge had been at the school poking around by the request of Umbridge and had made a statement to the wizarding world in the Ministry's newspaper.
"Having already revolutionized the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts Dolores Umbridge will, as high inquisitor, have powers to address the seriously falling standards at Hogwarts School."
That's all he would say. Once she was granted the title, she started working straight away.
I sat around a table with Hermione in Divination when it had first happened, when she first started to take over the school.
She stood in the center of the room, clipboard in one hand pen in the other, still as pink as always. I really despised the colour pink. Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher stood with her, trembling with fear. She was a strange teacher, her eyes bulged through her magnifying glasses that sat on her nose.Her hair was out of control, as if she had walked through the wind and her hair had frozen in place. It was blonde and wavy, kept off her face by a patchwork cloth that disappeared under the lion's mane of hers. The top she was wearing was long and baggy, a deep shade of green, and all sorts of charms and necklaces dangled from her short neck.
"Could you please predict something for me?" Umbridge asked, she spoke with that same degrading tone she always had talked in.
"I'm sorry?" The professor said, unsure of what she had been asked to do. I'll admit, she wasn't the best teacher, but she didn't deserve the treatment Umbridge was giving her.
"One teensy little prophecy?" She said it mockingly, studying the teacher and writing down her thoughts. "Pity." She didn't sound disappointed, she was almost smirking, enjoying Trelawney's discomfort. Pinky wrote one last thing down before turning on her heels and strutting towards the door but was interrupted by Professor Trelawney's cries.
"No, wait. Wait, no. I think I do see something." She cried out, stopping Umbridge who turned to look at her. The whole class was silent, waiting to hear what she had to say. "Yes, I do. Something dark. You are in grave danger."
I almost laughed. I would have loved for that to happen to the bitch.
"Lovely." That was all she said before she trotted out of the room.
Although there was one part of the Umbridge professor inspections, which I called the UPI's, that I did enjoy. And that was the one with Snape. You see, before Snape applied as a potions teacher, he applied for the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. The very position Umbridge had. Let's just say Snape was the colour of a tomato by the end of that convocation.
And it was hilarious.
Draco and I made our way towards the front of the crowd that had gathered in the courtyard, unaware of what was going on. I spotted Harry but stopped myself from going towards him when I noticed who he was with. Cho. We didn't exactly get along, not after Cedric's funeral, that is. I still didn't like thinking about it, whenever I did I just entered a big pit of depression.
My eyesight shifted from Harry to the opposite end of the courtyard, where they locked onto Draco's girlfriend. She was looking, no scowling, back at me.
She didn't exactly take it well when she found Draco and I were friends. Things were smashed, nearly including one of her followers' head. I needed her to feel upset, to feel abandoned and alone. First, her minions needed to go, then her beloved boyfriend.
She was the enemy, and I needed her tears.
Cries from the middle of the courtyard interrupted my thoughts, my eyes falling upon the action. Trelawney stood there weeping, a large trunk at her foot. Umbridge was opposite her with a stupid smug look on her face that I wanted to slap off.
"Sixteen years I've lived and taught here." Trelawney sobbed, begging for, what seemed like, her job. "Hogwarts is my home. You can't do this."
"Actually, I can." She replied, a fake look of sympathy flashed across her face. As she spoke Professor McGonagall entered from the crowd looking extremely angry. "Something you'd like to say?"
"Oh, there are several things I would like to say." She shot back as she glared at the pink woman. Holding out her arms she rushed over to the sobbing teacher who she embraced and tried to calm down."There there."
"Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?" It was Dumbledore.
"Sybil, dear. This way." McGonagall told her, smiling at Umbridge as she did so.
As they passed the fragile man Trelawney muttered something that seemed to resemble the words "Thank you." before following Professor McGonagall through the crowds and back inside the castle known as her home.
Everyone seemed happy, except Umbridge. It was actually really nice to see her not get something her way.
"Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree Number 23, as enacted by the minister-"
"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." He told her, not even trying to hide how pleased he was with himself.
"For now." She replied, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.
Dumbledore turned to the crowds, pausing before he spoke. "Don't you all have studying to do?"
The crowds surrounding his dispersed and he mixed in with them, it was only a matter of minutes until the courtyard returned to normal, no evidence of what had just happened left behind.
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Wander || The Order of the Phoenix || DISCONTINUED
Teen Fiction"I watched the light fade from his beautiful eyes just before it faded from mine. Except I got the second chance he deserved. I walked away from the one I loved, leaving him in death while I chose life. I was the last person to see his pale corpse...
