Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

The Umbridge Technique

"Surprisingly Miss Black, you've completely healed. I've never seen something quite like it. You're allowed go but make sure you go straight to dinner." Mikayla nodded, promising Madam Pomfrey as she left the hospital wing. When she arrived in the Great Hall whispers started to follow her, she sighed before slowly and gently taking a seat next to Hermione. "Hem, Hem, Miss Black." Mikayla spun around and slowly stood up, she was slightly towering Umbridge, "How can I help you Professor?" Mikayla smiled stiffly, "Actually Miss Black, I was just wanting to check up on you. You have a rather rough accident." Umbridge emphasised the word 'accident'. Mikayla's nails were digging into her palms, to the point that they almost drew blood, "I don't believe it was an accident Professor, I believe it may have been an act of poor sportsmanship." Umbridge smirks, "I assure you. It was an accident. Now say it with me..." Mikayla took a shake breath, the whole Great Hall had fallen to silence to hear the pairs exchange, "An accident..." she spoke slowly with Umbridge who didn't expect Mikayla to continue, "is an unfortunate incident that happens unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury. However I know for a fact that Mr Goyle hit me purposely." Umbridge didn't look too happy what's so ever. "What?" Mikayla smirked, "Purposely is the reason for which something exists or is done, made, used, etc. For an intended or desired result; end; aim; goal. In this case, Gregory Goyle purposely hit the bludger with his bat, aiming it at me with the desired result of injuring me." There were distant chuckles, some of which came from the teachers table. "Very well. You will have detention Monday for your cheek and spreading of lies." Mikayla shook her head no, deciding it's about time Umbridge got a taste of her own medicine using the Umbridge method of accusations, "Excuse me Professor, but it seems to me that, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you're punishing me on your belief that I am telling lies and being cheeky, when in fact I was sharing an educated guess complied by past run ins with Mr Goyle and answering your questions. Therefore, you have no real reason to punish me." Mikayla leaned really close to Umbridge to whisper in her ear, "And I doubt dear Fudge would like to receive complaints about the mistreatment of children by the Professor he assigned to the school. That would very bad indeed." Mikayla straightened up, Umbridge stumbled to say something, "Well I do apologise dear. I'll be sure to speak with Mr Goyle about his behaviour." Umbridge concludes before walking away from Mikayla and out of the Great Hall all together. Mikayla smiled before reseating herself, "That's the greatest thing I've ever witness in my entire life." Hermione chuckled giving Mikayla a hug, and suddenly there was a break out of applause and Mikayla saw a lot of people looking at her, making her cheeks burn bright red.
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"Guys! Hagrid's back." Mikayla interrupted Ron and Harry's bickering, "What?" "Look." Mikayla said pointing out the window towards the famous hut. The others squish up against the window looking out. They all darted to their dormitories, most importantly, Harry to his own to grab his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map. Hermione threw Mikayla a knitted elf hat she made after scolding Mikayla for attempting to go out uncovered in the cold, Mikayla grabbed her blue bag just in case. She nearly tripped down the stairs as she hurried out before Hermione. Just outside the portrait hole the cloak was thrown over them, with so many people and the fact that Ron had grown quite a bit, half their shins and below were exposed. It was a tight fit now that they weren't first years, Ron was forced to hunch over to the lowest he could go. They slowly and quietly made their way down the numerous staircases, pausing frequently for Harry to check the map for a lurking Filch or Mrs. Norris. The only person they passed was Nearly Headless Nick, who floated past them absentmindedly humming something that sounded strongly like "Weasley is our King". Outside the air was cool but with the faint smell of burning wood. Mikayla looked across the field to see smoke piling out the chimney of Hagrid's well lit house. They trotted through the snow toward the hut, holding onto each other and the edges of the cloak as to not be pulled out from under it.

They stopped at the abnormally large front door, Harry knocked on it loudly. Fang began to bark inside and sniff furiously at the crack between the door and it's frame. "Hagrid, it's us!" Harry said in a loud whisper, pressing his face up to the key hole. "Shoulda known!" he called back in a strained voice. "Bin home three seconds... Out the way, Fang... out the way, yeh dozy dog..." He unbolted the door and opened it, peering through the gap. Hermione shrieked at the sight of his bloodied face. "Merlin' beard, keep it down!" said Hagrid hastily. "Under that cloak, are yeh? Well, get in, get in!" "I'm sorry!" Hermione cried in apology as they piled past Hagrid into the hut. Harry pulled the cloak off of them and Ron groaned as he tried to straighten out his back again. "I just- oh Hagrid!" she gasped "It's nuthin', it's nuthin'!" he dismissed her, closing the door and pulling the curtains closed. Hagrid's hair was clumped together in mats by dry blood. His left eye so severely bruised that it was forced shut from the swelling. His face was covered in cuts, spots of purple and blue bruises discolored him. As he hobbled around the hut pulling curtains shut, he was doubled over slightly in pain. A large tarp of a traveling cloak lied on the back of a chair, a haversack large enough to fit both Mikayla and Ron in, leaned against the wall by the door. He had just got home.

"What happened to you?" Harry demanded, not beating around the bush for him to tell them. Fang danced happily around them, trying to hop up and lick their faces. "Down..." Mikayla spoke softly, patting his head. "Told yeh, nuthin'," Hagrid placed a copper kettle over the fire, "want a cuppa?" "Come off it," said Ron, "you're in a right state!" "I'm telling yeh, I'm fine," he gave them a smile to prove it but looked rather in pain to move his face. "Blimey, it's good ter see you four again- had good summers, did you?" "Sure better than yours! Hagrid, you've been attacked!" Mikayla exclaimed. "Fer the las' time, it's nuthin'!" he answered firmly. "Would you say it was nothing if one of us turned up with a pound of mince instead of a face?" Ron demanded. "you ought to go and see Madam Pomfrey, Hagrid," Hermione said anxiously, picking at her thumbnail. "Some of those cuts look nasty." "I'm dealing with it, all righ'?" he dismissed her again. He hobbed over to a table and threw aside a tea towel that was laying on top of something. Underneath had been an abnormally large piece of what looked like a raw green steak. "You're not going to eat that, are you, Hagrid?" Ron asked, leaning to look closer at the meat. "It looks poisonous." "It's s'pose to look like that, it's dragon meat," Hagrid said. "An' I didn' get it ter eat." He picked it up and slapped it over the left side of his face, where his eye noticeably throbbed. Green tinged blood seeped from it and collected in his beard.