𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

thirty-one || Year 5 ✔️

Thunder tumbled as Harry and Amelia pushes through the great ring of onlookers to join Ron and Hermione. It's seemed like most of the student body is circled around wild-eyed, wind-blown Trelaway. Shes is clutching a bag and two large trunks lay on the round beside Filch, his arms crossed.

"S-Sixteen years I've lived and taught here!" fretted Trelaway. "H-Hogwarts is m-my
h-home! You c-can't do this!"

Umbridge is approaching through a silently parting sea of students. "Actually..." She holds up a paper. "...I can." She smiles, sweetly.

Amelia narrows her eyes at the Pink ugly toad, Professor McGonagall now hurries to Trelaway and hands her a handkerchief. Trelaway blows her nose as McGonagall glares daggers at Umbridge.

"Something you'd like to say dear?" asked Umbridge, sweetly.

"Oh, there are several things I'd like to say." Professor McGonagall grits her teeth.

With a crack the oaken front doors swing wide--revealing a dangerously composed Dumbledore. All eyes turn on him. Umbridge fumes, opens her mouth to speak but was cut off my Dumbledore.

"Professor McGonagall...night I ask you to escort Sybill back inside?"

McGonagall eyes Umbridge. "Happy to."

"Dumbledore: May I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, as enacted by the Minister—!" Toad face sneers.

"You have the right to dismiss my teachers." said Dumbledore, his voice low. "You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the Headmaster."

"For now." dictated Umbridge, with a smile.

A charged moment between she and Dumbledore.

"I trust you all have studying to do?" shouted Dumbledore for the students to hear. The crowd of students quickly break up. In the tumult, Amelia loses Harry on her side and notices his calling after the headmaster.

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Lightning flashes and rain starts to pound against the window. Hermione paves wildly as Harry, Ron and Amelia stalk her back and forth like spectators.

"That foul, evil old gargoyle!" sneered Hermione. Amelia scoffs.

"Is that the only insult you can throw?" questioned Amelia. "She's even worse. She's a stupid, ugly, toad-faced bi—"

"We've got to do something!" said Hermione, exasperated.

"I thought you hated Trelaway..." muttered Ron, confused.

"That's not the point, Ronald." glared Amelia.

"We're not learning how to defend ourselves, we're not learning what we need to pass our OWLS she's taking over the entire school." Hermione frowns, looking angry.

"Whats Dumbledore playing at?" asked Amelia, turning to Harry.

"I wish I knew..." murmured Harry.

The wizards wireless on the side table crackles to life.

"At the witching our, here are the latest headlines...Cornelius Fudge today denied rumours that the mysterious disappearance to several Ministry workers is related to last year's appearance of the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup..."