The Werewolf's Daughter (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

The Toad Part 1

A.N.: This chapter mostly has quotes from the book "Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix" by JK Rowling. I do not own anything or anyone, well... except for the ones I own. Wait. What? UGH! Aww... Bloody hell. I am so frickin' sorry I couldn't fulfill my promise! I just can't think of the PERFECT person Cissy should flirt with and yes. I know this is short but I feel really sick and I'm in a bloody computer shop. After The Toad Part 2 is Revenge! I AM SOOOO SORRY!

Okay, so I have decided. Divination is the most boring subject in the world and I am dropping it next year, Snape is a git during classes and Umbridge is a pink toad.Seriously, she reminds me of a... a... a... nevermind. It's best if I don't think it. I seriously wish that I listened to Dumbledore and didn't takeclasses. It's soo boring! (A.N. It will be explained in the future)

“Well, good afternoon!” she said, when finally the whole class had sat down. I snorted quietly beside Seamus and he stifled a laugh, I mumbled a good morning

“Tut, tut,” said Professor Umbridge. “That won’t do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply ‘Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge’. One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!” I looked at her incredulously, is she serious? What are we? Kindergarten? I'm going to have a talk with Cornelius about this toad. She is going to be in serious trouble.

“Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge,” the idiots chanted back, I bet they only did that because they didn't want to be treated as kids again. Bloody idiots.

“There, now,” said Professor Umbridge sweetly. “That wasn’t too difficult, was it? Wands away

and quills out, please.” I am going to stab this bitch. No wands? What the hell is she playing at? Isn't this DATDA? I frowned and did as she said. I noticed many of them exchanged gloomy looks. The toad, obviously didn't miss this and she smirked slightly.

 Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:

Defense Against the Dark Arts A Return to Basic Principles

“Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn’t it?”

stated Professor Umbridge, turning to face the class with her hands clasped neatly in front of her. What does she mean "disrupted and fragmented"?, I looked around and saw many frowning faces,

“The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would

expect to see in your OWL year." Well, that's not nice. I can actually achieve things that even DUMBLEDORE can't do! THAT-Oh wait. She must be talking about the others. I feel like an idiot now.

“You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be

following a carefully structured, theory-centerd, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic

this year. Copy down the following, please.” Merlin. I hate writing. My writing is like chicken scratches. I took out my quill and parchment like everyone else and copied down what she wrote:

 Course Aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

I finished writing and stared at the toad. She caught me staring at her and smiled sweetly, I sneered and her and she scowled,

"Detention, Ms. Black. I will not tolerate you disrespecting me like that. Tonight, before dinner." she smiled her sickly sweet smile at me before turning around. I glared at her back and crossed my arms. I am definitely talking to Cornelius about her.

“Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?”

There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class.

“I think we’ll try that again,” said Professor Umbridge. “When I ask you a question, I should like

you to reply, ‘Yes, Professor Umbridge’, or ‘No, Professor Umbridge’. So: has everyone got a

copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?”

“Yes, Professor Umbridge,” rang through the room.

“Good,” said Professor Umbridge. “I should like you to turn to page five and read ‘Chapter One,

Basics for Beginners’. There will be no need to talk.” Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teacher’s desk, observing them all closely with those pouchy toad’s eyes..

I shook my head at her idiocy and started reading. I was 2 pages into the chapter when I turned to my left, only to see Hermione raising her hand, staring fixedly at the toad. Her book wasn't even open. I rolled my eyes and banged my head on the table. It was so bloody boring! Minutes later, I noticed that everyone else was watching Hermione trying to get the toad's attention. I sighed and decided to follow their example, I was in no mood to be my usual bitchy, sarcastic self. I was too sleepy, I rested my head on my right hand and when it was about to fall the toad spoke,

"Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" she asked Hermione, I rolled my eyes and opened my beady eyes,

“Not about the chapter, no,” said Hermione

“Well, we’re reading just now,” said Professor Umbridge, showing her small pointed teeth. “If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class.”

“I’ve got a query about your course aims,” said Hermione.

Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows.

“And your name is?”

“Hermione Granger,” said Hermione.

“Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through

carefully” said Professor Umbridge in a voice of determined sweetness.

“Well, I don’t,” said Hermione bluntly. “There’s nothing written up there about using defensive

spells.”

There was a short silence in which many members of the class turned their heads to frown at the three course aims still written on the blackboard.

“Using defensive spells?” Professor Umbridge repeated with a little laugh. “Why, I can’t imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren’t expecting to be attacked during class?”

"We're not going to use magic?" I asked loudly, "Surely that can't be right!"