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The entire class was watching as the enchanted paper bird was slowly gliding onto the Gryffindor girls table, burnt to a crisp.

The class fell quiet immediately, all turning around at the Professors awfully calm voice. "Good morning, children."

I rolled my eyes, already knowing this was gonna be torture in itself. Worse than double potions, even.

It was a beautiful kind of magic; that paper bird. Simple but cute. It wasn't necessary to burn it, unless the sole purpose was to take Snape's spot as the most hated Professor.

She was well on her way there in my eyes, already.

And I was close enough to ask her myself if that was really necessary. I had already cleared my throat, but Wren harshly bumped her elbow into my ribs before I could say anything. "Don't even think about it, Y/n," She hissed quietly, and I sighed. "Just try to stay off her radar."

She was right, but I rolled my eyes as the woman began talking about the OWL's, anyway. The books started handing themselves out, and we all took a look at our copies of Dark Arts Defence - Basics for Beginners.

Hermione was the first to speak up.

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?" She asked, saying what was on everyone else's mind with a polite tone in her voice.

"Using spells?" Umbridge said amused, followed by one of her high-pitched giggles. I cringed at the sound but tried to keep it together the best I could. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

She continued to walk closer to Hermione's desk, the smile on her face almost threateningly wide.

"We're not gonna use magic?" Ron asked, confused and Umbridge immediately snapped back, voice still as fake as ever.

"You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way," She clarified, and Wren next to me scoffed. I went to say something again, but apparently, this was still not enough reason for Wren to let me do so. She glared at me, and I sighed once more.

But then, Harry did it what I planned on doing. And I wore a proud smile on my face as he spoke. "What use is that? If we're gonna be attacked, it won't be risk-free." I looked at Wren, a smirk on my face.

"See," I whispered. "That's just what I was going to say." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"We both know you wouldn't find it in your heart to talk to her like that." Again, she was right. Harry wasn't necessarily polite, but it was still miles ahead of what I would've said.

"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class!" She snapped, and I grew even more annoyed at how she spoke to him. Another thing like that, and it would be hard for Wren to stop me from sharing my thoughts with the Professor.

She put that infuriating smile back on her face as if she didn't just yell at Harry after he talked to her just like Ron had seconds before. I scoffed.

"It is the view of the ministry, that a theoretical knowledge would be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all, is what school is all about."

"And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Harry asked, clearly knowing this wasn't how it was supposed to be. And I was thinking the exact same thing.

"There is nothing out there, dear," She chirped. "Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"

"Oh, I don't know," Harry began, a sarcastic undertone in his voice. "Maybe... Lord Voldemort!"

The class began murmuring, students exchanging whispers with each other while a few curious looks were thrown my way, as well as Harry's.

But surely Umbridge couldn't argue with that? He had me tortured for minute, after minute, after minute. I personally experienced his strength, seen his intentions, and what he was capable of.

I felt myself tensing up.

"Now, let me make this perfectly clear. You have been told a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This. is. a. lie." She said, so very sure of herself it made me sick.

My eyes fell on Wren, and she could tell where this was going. Instead of glaring at me, begging me to hold myself back, this time, she just nodded; as if giving me permission for what I was about to do.

"It's not a lie! I saw him. Harry fought him! He tortured me!" I cried out, my voice so loud it was probably still heard outside of the classroom.

Harry's eyes flickered in my direction but flew back onto the Professor in front of him in an instance.

"Detention!" She screeched through the classroom, not quite sure if she should be glaring at Harry or me. "Both of you."

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead on his own accord? Y/n felt weak for days because she imagined things?" Harry snapped, his last words dripping in sarcasm.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and I felt Malfoy's eyes burning into the back of my head.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident. As for Y/n... we don't know what's purely imagination and... what's not."

"You little-" I began, but she interrupted me before I could finish that sentence; probably for my own good.

"Enough!" She yelled before that smile was back on her face. "See me later, Miss Potter. Same goes for you, Mister Potter."

Another giggle was heard from her, and I groaned, my head landing on my desk in front of me with a thump.

"Well, at least this one isn't with Malfoy?" Wren laughed half-heartedly, trying to get me to cheer up. I scoffed, turning around to look at the blonde.

His head was resting in his palms, his arms propped up on the desk while he was listening to Umbridge talking more about our OWL's.

Honestly, right now I wasn't sure whether that would actually be worse, or exactly what I wanted.

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