friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

FORTY-ONE

SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS SCHOOL.                 THE GREAT HALL.

"Good evening children! Now we have a few changes with staffing this year. Now may we please welcome our new Defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Umbridge, and now-" Dumbledores proud voice bellowed across the great hall, he stood at his large podium where an owl sat with it wings spread outwards. The elderly man stood with his dark blue robes cascading to the ground, a matching dark blue wizard hat pressed against the crown of his head meanwhile his white beard and hair trailed behind his back and his beard had a small hair-tie at the end. His announcement was paused by a large woman wearing all pink, an ugly smile against her face, coughed before standing up, and away from the professors table.

"She was at our hearing," y/n announced towards Neville, Hermione and Ron.

"She works for fudge," Harry followed on.

"Thank you all for your kind words of welcome and how lovely, to see all of your bright kind faces smiling up at me," she announced, y/n looked back at the Gryffindor table and watched as more faces stiffened her upper lip. "I'm sure we are going to become great friends," she announced, standing in front of Dumbledore.

"I'd happily friends with her as long as she gets rid of that awful cardigan," y/n overheard Lavender Brown announce to Parvati and Padma.

"That's not likely," Fred Weasley announced to his twin brother and nodded silently in agreement.

"Let us preserve, what must be preserved. Perfect, what can be perfected, and practicals that ought to be prohibited," Professor Umbridge told the students who gave her an awkward and slow applause. They all watched as she waddled back towards her seat.

"Thank you professor Umbridge that was very, illuminating," Dumbledore announced with a grin.

"Illuminating?" Y/n questioned, looking towards her friends who agreed.

"What a load of waffle, what does that mean?" Ron announced, turning towards Hermione.

"It means the ministry is inferring at Hogwarts," She announced, everyone raised their brows, y/n only pressed her head against the long, wooden table. "Inspecting, improving the mistakes to make the school better," Hermione added.

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The Gryffindor common room seemed excited and happy until the two infamous teens stepped inside, Harry watched through his rounded lens' of all the disgusted expressions his fellow house mates shared with him. Y/n over looked their shoulders at the Daily Prophet with the same titles of 'DUMBLEDORE : DAFT OR DANGEROUS?' Or 'THE TWINS THAT LIE'. Only causing a rushof anxiety through their bloodstreams. Y/n watched as Harry fidgeted his thumb over his fingers, and attempted to smile at anyone who didn't look bothered.

"Dean, Seamus, good holidays?" He looked towards the two best friends. Dean smiled up at Harry, attempting to enlighten the mood, Seamus looked furious.

"Good, better than Seamus' anyways," he announced, therefore leading Seamus to stand up with planted feet. He was ready for a fight.

"Me mam didn't want me coming back this year," he told the teens, All Gryffindors in the common room watched, waiting for something between them. Y/n and Harry only stood, not exactly caring if a fight was about to break out. Y/n didn't exactly mind either, she's punched Seamus in the face before, he only went off crying.