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[b "Honestly if Fudge is as mad as what he has been allowing out in the Prophet then she is choosing to openly lie to students. You saw how she was teaching and heard what she said.. She is one of the Ministry and is highly against letting us learn the truth because then according to them we can rise against them. Most of us wouldn't dream of it and only want a way to protect ourselves and to know what is really out there. Some of us can't afford to just bury our heads in the sand. This is completely ludicris."] All of her words were said quickly and showed how she really felt. Perhaps it was not her place to be saying any of what she did, but Professor Umbridge had her on edge as well. And to her they would not be learning anything that they would be needing to know.
Hermione couldn't bring herself to really eat and just pushed her food back and forth. Her mind was still on their last class and all of what Harry had said about Umbridge and the Ministry. She finally put her fork down and gave the boys a weak smile. [b "I want to look up something in the library. If the two of you would like to join me before our next lesson that's fine..or if not that is too."] She said slowly as she took her bag and left the table.
[i "Spose she's wanting to look up now? Classes barely even started. She can't be already drowning in homework."] Ron said as he was shuffling bites of potato into his mouth. The food really did have the classes and the earlier events pushed out his head for the time being.
Both boys shuddered. [i "She's more unstable than You Know Who, if that's even possible,"] Ron answered.
[b "Let's get some food in you, and you'll forget all about it,"] Harry teased him.
Truth be told, the Potter boy was unnerved by the new professor. There were already families that doubted the truth about the threat of Voldemort, and with a Ministry employee preaching more false information to students, they were going to be even more unprepared in the event that Voldemort or Death Eaters decided to attack.
[b "She's either completely ignorant, or openly choosing to lie to students about last year. We know the truth, we saw what happened. We saw...Cedric,"] Harry paused. Giving his head a shake, he continued. [b "She's just trying to distract us from what's going on."]
The Great Hall was starting to fill with students for lunch. Harry found them seats, but couldn't bring himself to reach for any food. [b "I'm worried that this is just going to lower everyone's guard. The Ministry will have them eating out of their palm."]
The girl leaned her head on Harry's for a brief second when the boy dropped his head on her shoulder. A kind of awkward smile came to her lips and she shrugged a little. [b "Honestly no one would have. It usually would have beem one of ypu two and not me at all. So something definitely has gone loopey."] It was clear she was teasing the boys a bit and trying to play off her own regret in getting into trouble so early in the year. On their first day back to be exact.
[b "Best not get into trouble yet, Ron. Your mum will have a fit if she hears you did. Remember second year?"] She asked, giving a pointed look and began to walk with the boys. They still had to get to lunch and one more lesson before the day was done. Well before she and Harry had to serve their detentions with the wretched woman in pink.
Her cheeka flushed at Ron's words and she bumped the boy back. [b "She deserved it and was being totally unfair."] She huffed.
[i "So what do you guys make of Professor Umbridge?"] Neville asked as he soon walked over to them. It seemed he had been waiting for them.
Harry was more than ready to gather his things - even with the new textbook adding an obnoxious amount of weight. Umbridge's barked order stopped him in his tracks. [b "I already have a detention with Professor Snape tonight, Professor."]
[i "I will be sure to speak with Professor Snape. You can attend your detention with him after you've served with me. Is that clear?"] the teacher stared at him with that penetrating smile of hers.
Harry opened his mouth to argue but he bit it back and was quick to grumble an affirmation. Detention with Snape was bad enough. Double detention would be torturous on his first day back. [i "Come on mate, let's go,"] Ron nudged him towards the door.
When Hermione came into view, Harry groaned dramatically and dropped his head to her shoulder. [b "Who would have thought that Ron would be the only one out of the three of us not to get detention on the first day of school?"]
Their friend snorted. [i "It's still early. Don't count it out yet."]
Harry turned towards him and threw a playful punch. [b "Restrain that Weasley temper of yours, Ronald."]
The boys dropped the act and started walking forward with Hermione. [i "Let's not take it lightly that Hermione Prefect Granger got herself a detention by sassing a teacher. That deserves an award,"] Ron bumped her shoulder with his.
Hermione was embarrassed that she had spoken out as she had. The girl was aware of being a prefect and that it could be taken away, but at the same time this woman was calling those she cared about liars. She seemed to have her head buried so far in the sand that ir was ridiculous. It was only at Harry's gently squeezes to her knee did the girl come out of those fuming thoughts and give a small smile. [b "You're right. Compared to last year this should be easy if even if it is all rubbidh."] She whispered and then looked to Ron who looked indignant and like he wanted to speak out as well. And when Harry hit the boy and told him what he did, the bushy haired brunette nodded slowly.
[b "We just have to grin and bear it for now, Ron... I know that Harry and I both have spoken out but you don't need to be in trouble too."] She whispered as her attention was drawn back to the front of the room. She was truly trying not to speak again as the woman read from their new book as if it were the Holy Grail or the Bible for that matter. It was so utterly and completely sickening. And she was wanting to tune out to the nonesense though she forced herself to pay attention and to take the notes from their lecturer.
As soon as she felt the soft weight removed from her knee and heard Harry's words a blush crept into her cheeks and she quickly shook her head. [b "Don't worry about it."] The girl whispered, listening to the ticking of the clock.
Finally the bell rang but the professor in pink stopped her and Harry both. [i "Don't forget that the two of you will be reporting to my office after dinner. Now off you go."] And with that they were dismissed and Hermione quickly left the room to stand in the hall to wait on her friend.
If they didn't watch out, they would all be in detention for the rest of the term. Harry rested a hand on Hermione's knee and lightly squeezed twice to signal her to let it go. He was proud that she'd stood her ground against the pink professor, but he didn't want her getting into further trouble about it.
[b "Let's leave it. If we survived last year, we can survive her class,"] Harry whispered in her ear.
Ron was red in the face and looked like he wanted to be the next to speak out against the new teacher. Harry was quick to pinch his forearm. [b "You're a prefect. If you give her trouble, she can try to strip you of your badge."]
The redhead took the warning, and kept his mouth shut. Umbridge stared them down for another moment, waiting to see if they'd speak up again. Satisfied that she'd won, she moved on. [i "Now. As I was saying, this new curriculum is structured to build your confidence as you grow into young wizards and witches with responsibility. You will see that success is found following our Ministry's path, not worrying about false threats."]
Harry's eyes closed and his jaw clenched tightly. Hearing her dismiss everything that had happened last year and denying Voldemort's return was a slap in the face. [i "If you feel the need to question my curriculum, I would request that you raise your hand before speaking,"] she looked pointedly at the trio. [i "After all, you are nearly grown. Not disrespectful children."]
Umbridge dove in to the lesson, which was truly just her reading from the textbook as though it were the holy grail itself. Harry zoned out within the first few sentences, but came to his senses long enough to realize his hand was still on Hermione's leg. [b "I'm so sorry,"] he quickly apologized, pulling his hand away and clenching it into a fist on his own leg.
Brown eyes found their way to the book that plopped before her and she near gagged at the thick perfumey smell that wafted up from it and hit her senses. But what offended her even more though being a bookworm as she was happened to be the title and the table of contents. There was NOTHING at all related to the class and what it stood for. It was just about the Ministry and its history which the fifteen year old girl found really insulting.
She was just tuning back in when Umbridge was telling Harry he was wrong and her tone was telling her best friend to back off. Hermione couldn't help her glare at the woman and her hand gently gripping Harry's beneath the desk and squeezing it. She was trying to tell him that the woman was being a "daft bimbo". It had not been even fifteen minutes and already she was wanting to scream and not at all impressed with their newest professor.
[b "So we're not going to be learning anything then? We will just be reading and hearing what it is the Ministry wants us knowing? This class is called Defense Against the Dark Arts.. not History of the Ministry and its greatness. This is an outrage."] The girl was fuming and couldn't help it. The words spoken by Umbridge were becoming too much and calling too many people she cared for liars.
But her words were a little louder than she had meant and the wretched woman in pink stopped and looked at the desk where Harry, Ron and Hermione sat. [i "Since you don't seem to agree with what I am teaching I will see you tonight in my office for a detention. Perhaps it will change your mind."] And with that, the woman gave a smile and returned to the front of the room, droning on more about the rubbish the Ministry wanted shoved down their throats.
A bright pink was in the girl's cheeks. Honestly she had not meant for the Umbridge woman to hear her but she couldn't keep her tongue either. [b "Sorry..."] She whispered to both Harry and Ron, giving a sheepish look.
Harry looked to Hermione as a book landed on the desk in front of him. It was brand new, but didn't have that nice book smell like when they studied in the library. The faint smell of Umbridge's overpowering flowery perfume clung to the leather. As much of a bookworm as his best friend was, even Harry doubted this would capture her attention.
[i "Look at the table of contents. There's nothing about Dark Arts in here,"] Ron muttered to them, flashing the page.
Harry looked for himself. Sure enough, not one of the chapters remotely referenced how to defend oneself from a Dark Arts attack. [b "'The History of Ministry's Power',"] he read quietly from the first chapter headline.
[i "Now I understand that your previous curriculum has encouraged you to learn all sorts of spells and nonsense to prepare you for battle, but I assure you students, there is no need for such lessons in your education,"] Umbridge smiled at the front row of teens. [i "There has never been a safer time to attend Hogwarts. So, instead of wasting our time on such dark and dismal lessons, we're going to introduce the Ministry approved curriculum. No practicing counter curses, or defense spells. We will be looking at the success of the Ministry of Magic, and how it came to be the governing power, along with their ongoing protection of us all."]
The students sat quietly. The pink lady's smile barely wavered. [i "Why should you learn how to defend yourselves from dark magic, when the Ministry is doing all of that for you?"] she was reaching for someone to show enthusiasm.
Harry raised his hand. [b "Professor, excuse me, but we would argue that now is the most important time to learn to defend ourselves against dark magic."]
An eye twitched. [i "Mr. Potter, is that correct? I understand that you all have been taught about an impending doom, and false information regarding the previous Dark Lord, but I assure you all that the Ministry has made our world quite safe. There will be no fearmongering in my classroom."] Her tone was suggesting that he back off.
Having already disappointed Hermione once today, Harry did as was suggested and dropped the subject. [i "Has her head been buried in the sand, or is she not aware of what's been going on?"] Ron whispered.
[b "Not much of a choice we have,"] Harry answered.
Umbridge rattled on about their first lesson, introducing the history of the Ministry of Magic. [i "As I see it, Defense Against the Dark Arts should teach you the rise of the Ministry, and how it defended us all from dark wizards. Sort of combines history with the subject. It will be far more educational than your previous lessons."]
She hadn't meant to dampen the mood of her two best friends anymore than they had been but she figured they needed to know. And hearing Ron and Harry's input on the woman only made the girl feel all the more sour. It wasn't that she hadn't thought about what it could mean herself, but just hearing it come from others made it even worse. Made it all the more real and honestly had her frightened. Already there were so many that were hard to convince and now IF this Umbridge woman was a Ministry sensor as Ron had called her it would be even harder. So many would suffer when they did find out the truth.
She was quiet the rest of the way to class and felt herself wanting to be sick when she looked around the room when they entered. All the decor from previous years was gone as was all the books. Instead the room was covered in bright pink and Ministry Law volumes lined the shelves. It gave the feeling of a horribly decorated courtroom and made her cringe inwardly as the girl took her seat beside Harry and Ron, brown eyes upon the woman who was smiling and welcoming them in.
[b "I think she does know. She just wants to seem warm and inviting. If you look there it looks like she has our books squared away. And they look hideous and like nothing we have had before."] Hermione whispered as she flicked her head over to the desk where stacks of books rested in piles, clearly enough for all of them.
[i "Welcome to another year of Defense Against Dark Arts everyone! I have been going over your previous instruction in this class and can say I waa very disturbed. It has not been balanced at all and now I will be balancing it out with a new and improved Ministry program."] The woman in pink, one Dolores Umbridge said with a flick of her wand as books began to pass themselves out and she continued on in her words.
The boys groaned. [b "The last thing we need is another Fudge hanging around here trying to cover up what happened last year,"] Harry sighed. [b "She's probably here to make sure Dumbledore isn't warning students about Voldemort being back."]
[i "If she's a department head at the Ministry, she's probably got more power than any of the teachers here. Dumbledore included. Snape will be the least of our worries if Umbridge is here to act as a Ministry sensor,"] Ron frowned as he sidestepped a first year.
Harry grew quiet. They had enough families refusing to believe that Voldemort had returned, calling him a liar. If the Ministry was going to openly blacklist professors and students warning of the Dark Lord's return, then they were going to be severely unprepared in the event of an attack.
[b "We're about to find out what kind of Defense teacher she's going to be,"] he told them, taking a deep breath as they approached her classroom.
He paused in the doorway, momentarily confused. Every portrait and artifact had been removed from the class. Pink doilies covered tables and drapery hung from the walls. [b "Bloody hell..."] Harry looked to his friends with a raised eyebrow.
[i "Yes yes yes, come in! Welcome,"] Dolores Umbridge stood at the front of the class with her sugary sweet smile and impossibly pink pantsuit.
Ron nudged Harry to move forward. They walked halfway up the room before Harry couldn't take sitting any closer. He slumped down onto a chair and gestured for them to join him quickly. [b "Has she replaced the books?"] he squinted towards the wall of shelves that once held volumes of dark arts history, now containing brand new leather-bound books of Ministry of Magic laws.
[i "I don't think she knows what she's teaching,"] Ron uttered with a smirk.
[b "Snape is always out to get anyone of us, Harry.. And he's right I do need to learn not to say it just because I think it... But I couldn't help it because well...indirectly he attacked my parents...and also with how he treated you before Seamus' potion exploded... It was totally unfair."] The girl whispered as she did feel like she owed her best friend an explanation for what had happened in class. She hoped that it would make him understand what had happened and hopefully help him to shimmer down some.
It was when his hand went to give her arm a gentle squeeze did the brunette freeze when she heard Draco and his words. They stung her because she knew what he meant, but she was trying not to show it because she didn't want Harry to jump to her defense again. But before she could tell Harry not to do anything and that Malfoy was just being an arrogant prat as he always was the boy who lived was nose to nose with the blonde boy. Her cheeks heated up at the words passed between them and she almost seemed rooted to the spot.
Ron had been the one to intervene and nearly drag Harry back to where the girl stood. She gave them both weak smiles as they began to walk. [b "It...yes he does seem even more on edge than usual. Do you think he is taking the summer out on us? Or maybe even that new professor?"] She whispered, not wanting anyone but Harry and Ron hearing. [b "I was looking into her a bit and she doesn't seem pleasant. She is a strong supporter of Fudge and his ways. She is even one of the head of departments within the Ministry."] The girl whispered, but it was all she could tell them as it was all she had found out and they had come to being in a crowd of students as all were trying to get to their next classes without being late.
Harry looked up at the sound of students filling the halls. Once Hermione came in to view, he stood up. [b "I can take Snape being cruel to me, but he had no right to be like that with you. You didn't deserve that,"] he answered her.
Right as his hand reached to squeeze her arm in comfort, Malfoy made his presence known. The boy who lived turned around and stood as tall as he could. [b "I think you need to watch you mouth."]
The blonde sneered a laugh. [i "I thought you would have had better taste, Potter."]
Harry stood nose to nose with Draco. [b "I think I'd be pretty damn lucky if the rumors were true. But it's also none of your business so I suggest you walk away right now."]
Ron intervened and pushed against Harry's chest to make him step back. [i "I think you both need to knock it off before Snape comes out here and throws around more detentions. We have a class to get to so let's move it along."]
He urged Harry along, giving Malfoy one last glare as they rejoined Hermione. [b "I'm sorry guys, I don't know what's going on with me today. Maybe I didn't sleep as well as I thought,"] he hurriedly tried covering up his mood swing.
[i "We've always been on Snape's enemy list. I don't see why this year would be any different. He's just extra bent out of shape,"] Ron brushed it off and slung his bag over his shoulder.
The girl was surprised when Harry had his outburst and could not help the colouring in her cheeks. As his hand squeezed hers, the girl gently squeezed his back. [b "Thank you..."] She whispered as she had to let his hand go and he gathered his things to leave the room.
Most the others had turned their attention to her and to Ron. Some of them, namely Slytherins were snickering and others gave looks which meant they were sorry. Even Ron had turned to give the girl a look, one of question. Hermione's cheeks grew ever pinker and she shook her head. What could she honestly say as it was?
[b "You know he is like our brother, Ron...and he's just protective of me like you are of Ginny."] It had taken her longer than she should have to come up with that answer. And as she spoke them, even she was aware of the stinging affect it had on her. But as far as she knew it was the truth.
The minutes ticked by murderously slow and she wished that class would come to an end. It was only the first day and already attention that was not needed had been drawn to them. When the bell chimed to let them know class was over, Hermione was quick to grab her things and leave the room. The girl instantly went to Harry and gave a weak smile. [b "You really didn't have to do that, you know.. Snape was just being Snape."] She whispered, a weak smile gracing her lips.
[i "Potter so the rumours are true? You and this mudblood are dating then?"] Draco said as he walked out of the class flanked by both Crabbe ane Goyle as was usual.
It took everything in Harry not to jump up and throw a punch at their teacher. [b "I don't know, but he needs to back off,"] he huffed. [b "We're not the ones who turned him down again for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job,"] he added louder so Snape would hear.
The man whirled around, knocking jars off of the table. [i "Out! Get out of my classroom, Potter! I'll see you for detention this evening,"] he bellowed.
Harry clenched his jaw and reached under the desk to give Hermione's hand a quick squeeze. [b "I tried to behave,"] he murmured to her as he got up. [b "I can't when it comes to you."]
Gathering his books, he stormed out of the class and into the empty hallway. He kicked the stone wall and swore, disappointed in himself that he'd had an outburst. [b "Detention on the first day, Harry. That's a new record,"] he scolded himself.
With nowhere to go and still thirty minutes left to the lesson, he parked himself against the wall outside of the class and waited.
The girl nodded slowly to the words spoken. [b "I know what you mean...we've seen him angry but not like this."] She whispered and offered her best friend a small smile. Slowly she nodded to him as she moved the unused ingredients closer to her and began her work on the potion again to keep up. [b "Don't mention it, really."] Hermione whispered and brown eyes went to the book before her.
Not even half through the class and an explosion went off, or rather Seamus' potion had. And when it did, the girl found herself stiffening and her eyes coming up from her potion as Snape's temper also exploded. [b "Sir...it wasn't meant. And we all make mistakes...it has nothing to do with who or what our parents are."] She knew she shouldn't speak up, but the girl couldn't seem to stop herself as their professor and his words seemed even more harsh than was usual. She had made Harry promise to behave and it had been in turn sensing his frustrations that had made her speak out to begin with. That and she found the man to be unfair as well.
[i "It would do you well to know your place Miss Granger! Another twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor for your lack of self control."] The man sneered as his attention fell on her after she had spoken. Snape then turned his attention back on the Finnigan boy, making sure he cleaned every last bit of potion that he had spilled.
Brown eyes filled with tears as she quickly looked down at her book to hide them. [b "It was too much to hope for..."] Hermione said quietly, trying to keep the quiver from her voice.
[i "S'pose is wrong with Snape? He's usually not this bad."] Ron said, purposely not making mention of what had just happened. Though his tone showed his anger torwards their professor.
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