Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

Fury

"Are you telling us that the first time we'll get to do the spell will be during our exam?" "I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough-" "And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" said Harry, who's hand shot back into the air. Professor Umbridge looked up at him at last. "This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world," she said softly. "So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting out there?" "There is nothing waiting out there, Mr. Potter." "Oh yeah?" Harry tested, his jaw clenched and his knuckles turned white. "Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?" her voice grew higher as she spoke, her smile wavered but she kept it plastered on her lips. "Hmm, let's think..." Harry said, his voice taunting. "maybe Lord Voldemort?" At the sound of the name Ron gasped, Lavender Brown attempted to contain a shriek, and Neville fell off his stool. Umbridge however, did not even blink. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." no one else spoke, in fear that they might give the final push to set Umbridge off edge. "Now, let me make a few things quite plain." she stood from her seat and leaned toward us over it. "You have been told that a certain Dark wizard had returned from the dead-" "He wasn't dead," Harry said through gritted teeth. "but yeah, he's returned!" "Mr.-Potter-you-have-already-lost-your-House-ten-points-do-not-make-matters-worse-for-yourself," she said quickly and in only one breath. "As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This. Is. A. Lie." "It is NOT a lie!" Mikayla and Harry shouted, standing up from their seats. "I saw him! I fought him!" Harry yelled, "Detention, Mr. Potter!" she declared with a triumphant look. "Friday evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, 'Basics for Beginners.' " Umbridge returned to her seat but Harry remained standing.

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?" Harry demanded. His voice shook. "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident," she said coldly. Mikayla couldn't take it any more, she grabbed the desk to give herself some extra support before she spoke loudly. "It was murder," adrenalin rushed through her, as her legs shook and she feared that they wouldn't hold her. "Voldemort killed him, and you know it! I was there! He tortured me, he tried to kill me!" "Stupid girl, you were unconscious! Delirious! You aren't even as credible as Mr. Potter! I'm sure this story is very well rehearsed, but it is not true!" at the sound of those first two words, my body shook. "I WASN'T UNCONSCIOUS OR DELIRIOUS! AS I WATCHED MY BOYFRIEND BEING MURDERED IN FRONT OF ME BY VOLDEMORT!" Mikayla yelled at Umbridge. "Miss Black, don't be so dramatic, we all know you and Mr Potter curated this whole story. Sit down and see me Thursday at 5 for detention. I believe it'll be best you and Mr. Potter are separated. Move beside Mr...." She look at Neville, "Neville Longbottom." Neville spoke quietly, Mikayla gathered her things moving next to Neville swapping with Fay. "You ok?" Neville questions in a whisper, Mikayla just shook her head no, as she controlled her breathing, merely escaping a Anxietas vision.

Mikayla was sitting out in the rain alone, allowing the droplets cool her down as she feels like her head is going to explode. She decided to go for a walk, she got angrier and angrier the more she thought about why she had detention in an hour. It was safe to say that she hated Umbridge, she's worse than Snape and that is a strong statement. "What are you doing out here? You're going to get ill." Mikayla jumped at the sudden voice, turning to see Fred holding his jacket over his head, "Umbridge. I needed to clear my thoughts before I go and sit in detention with the horrible woman." Fred's confused expression softened into sadness. "Come back inside." Mikayla followed the tall red head to the Great Hall. Hermione points Mikayla out causing Ron and Harry to turn and look at her, Mikayla and Fred made their way over to the three fifth years. "Where have you been? why are you soaked?" Hermione questions as Mikayla sits down, "I found her wondering around outside in the rain." Fred informs them as he takes a seat next to her. "I needed to cool down before detention with Umbridge." She explains as Hermione gives her a terrifying look.

Harry sent her a sad smile whilst Ron looked really put out. "What's going on?" Mikayla questioned looking at the two boys, "Nothing." "Don't you lie to me Harry." But before he can respond Mikayla gets pulled off the bench by Malfoy, "I need to talk to you." Mikayla sent her friends a look for help before being pulled out of the Great Hall by Draco Malfoy. "What do you want?" Mikayla questioned once they reached an abandoned corridor. "First of all here." Draco handed Mikayla a bright blue jumper, instantly she remembered the dare of them swapping tops. "Weaselette told me you're quitting the Elites." Mikayla nodded informing Draco that the information was true, before correcting him that her name is Ginny. "You can't quit." Draco grabbed a hold of Mikayla's hands, "Why not?" Draco sighed, "Because Avery has been so much happier since you joined." Mikayla looked deeply saddened at this information, "It's just too much.. there's too many memories in that room." Mikayla took her hands away from Draco playing slightly with the watch on her wrist. "Look, we won't last one rehearsal without you. Please stay." Mikayla caught a glimpse of the time, "Shit I've got detention with Umbridge. I'll go to the first rehearsal and then make a decision on whether to stay or not." Mikayla rambled before running away from the blonde towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, running to Umbridge's classroom.

Mikayla politely knocked on the office of Umbridge, she opens the door smiling brightly, "Oh, Miss Black. Right on time." Umbridge spoke in her incredible annoying girly voice. Mikayla surveyed her surroundings, the room was now covered in a sickening shade of pink, various laces and silky cloths. The walls were lined with many ornate ceramic plates that displayed a kitten with different bows around their necks. Mikayla stared at them, somewhat horrified, until Umbridge instructed her to sit down, pointing to a small table accompanied by a chair. It was draped in lace and had a pieces of parchment laid on it. Mikayla reluctantly and angrily took her seats in front of Umbridge's desk "There," Umbridge said sweetly, "we're getting better at controlling our temper already, aren't we? Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me. Oh no Miss Black, you will not need your quill," she said as Mikayla reached into her bags for something to write with. "You're going to be using rather special quills of mine. Here you are." she handed her a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point. "I want you to write 'I must not tell lies,'" she said both simply and softly. "How many times?" Mikayla looked up at her, with the quill in hand already. "Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," said Umbridge sweetly. "Off you go." She moved over to her desk and sat down, bending herself over a stack of parchment. Mikayla looked at the table in search of ink, realising there was none out, "You haven't given me any ink," "Oh, you won't need ink," she spoke with the slightest laugh.