BEST FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE! Our first of school happened today and it's GREAT! Our bulletin board is Harry Potter themed, we had a sorting hat quiz like which house do you belong (I'm a Hufflepuff!), then the classroom rules has Harry Potter preferences on it. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

(The note above was made around July 2019 just saying)

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You entered Dolores Umbridge's office to find the room being in disturbing for you. Everything was pink. Walls were painted pink, table cloths and even teacups were colored pink, and there were cat pictures everywhere. You didn't hate cats and you don't want to hate them just because of the woman who was sitting on her chair with a teacup in hand.

Umbridge was pouring down pink-colored sugar in her pink tea which made you want to vomit. You closed the door behind you as she smiled. "Ah, Ms. Stark. I'm sorry for setting your detention before classes. I had a lot of students who served detentions last night."

"It's, um, alright." You sat down on her chair and set your bag down. You noticed a paper and a quill sitting down at the table you were at. "What am I going to do exactly, professor?"

"You're going to write some lines for me, Ms. Stark." She replied as she stood up and tapped her finger to your paper near the quill. "Not with your quill but you will, instead, use a rather special quill of mine."

You softly gulped as you slowly took the quill into your grasp. You saw what happened to Harry's hand last night and he was from Umbridge's detention. So whatever wounded him will possibly happen to you today.

"Now, I want you to write, 'I will not attack a schoolmate,' okay?"

"H-How many times?"

Umbridge stood behind you as she pretended to think. "For as long as it takes for the message to sink in."

When Umbridge looked away, you gripped your hold onto the quill. 'Shall I break this and pretended it just snapped so I wouldn't have to do this?' You sighed in defeat and noticed there was no ink around. "You, um, haven't given me any ink, professor."

"You won't be needing one, dear."

You pressed your lips together and started writing the first line. A few seconds later after you finished and were ready to write the second line, you gasped as you felt a burning and painful sensation in your other hand. You looked down to see the same line with your handwriting being carved into your skin at the back of your hand.

"For as long as it takes for the message to sink in."

'She meant it literally.' You flinched as the line was being slowly carved into your skin, slowly making you feel the pain. You glanced at the quill before looking up to see Umbridge walking towards your front. "Is there something wrong?"

Her innocent stare was making you sick. You knew that behind her innocent stare or tone, you knew there was hostility and aggression inside. Most of it was hatred. Looking up at her, horrified, your expression slowly changed, and shook your head. "N-Nothing's wrong, professor."

Umbridge smiled. "That's good." She leaned down to you still smiling. "You know that attacking a fellow student is a wrong thing to do. You asked me before what kind of consequences you'll receive. Now, you know."

She tapped your wounded hand causing you to yelp in surprise and pain. Umbridge, however, was unbothered. "You know that you deserve to be punished, dear. Now go on."

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You entered the Great Hall to look for your friends. Stacey noticed you from her table and smirked when she spotted you hiding your wounded hand in your robes. She leaned against Daphne's ear. "Look at her." Daphne turned in your direction and noticed your hand. "That's... awful."

"What's awful?" Pansy questioned, joining in with Stacey and Daphne. Stacey glanced at the girl before gesturing for her to look at you. Pansy obliged and spotted you going to Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. "Was she in Umbridge's detention?"

Draco's ear perked up when he heard the three girls talking. He decided to slightly move away from Crabbe and Goyle, who were talking about Umbridge, and listened to the girls' conversation.

"She deserved it." Stacey snickered. "Can you believe it? Her attacking me like a lunatic? She has completely lost her damn mind."

Draco turned in your direction and saw you in a conversation with Hermione. Hermione raised your sleeve up to see your bleeding hand. It hasn't healed yet since it happened recently. "Oh, my God." Hermione gasped.

Ron stopped eating and placed the pamphlet he was reading down. "Bloody hell, (Y/n). Are you okay?"

You took your hand back from Hermione's grasp and sighed. "I should've just controlled my temper. Honestly, I don't know what's happening to me."

Ron glanced at Ginny who looked worriedly at you. "You... kind of changed (Y/n)."

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the younger Weasley. "Changed? In a bad way?"

Ginny shook her head and slightly smiled. "Scaringly good. I mean, Stacey deserved what she got. She's a bloody nuisance, really."

Ron nodded along, agreeing with his sister, while Hermione sighed. "Are you going to tell your mother?" She asked you.

You shrugged while you rubbed your thumb to your wounded hand. "I might. She might as well know what I have done to Stacey Doom."

You heard footsteps approaching you and your friends causing you to look up and saw Harry. Hermione straightened her position. "Harry." She greeted.

Harry was a bit distant this year. You could tell. He refused to help you, Hermione, and Ron to understand what he was feeling and thinking last night. You wanted to help him and you won't stop helping him.

"Can I join you?" Harry asked.

You glanced at Hermione and Ron before nodding. "Of course."

"Pardon me, professor, but what exactly are you insinuating?" You heard Umbridge's voice outside Great Hall causing you and the students inside to turn your heads to the entrance.

You and the others got outside to see Umbridge and McGonagall walking up the stairs. "I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students, you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices." McGonagall scolded.

You stood behind Hermione, Ron, and Harry while Fred and George stood beside you. George slightly gasped when he spotted your hand. "Blimey, (Y/n)."

Fred looked down and grabbed your wrist to see your wound. "You need to get to Madam Pomfrey."

You shook your head and took your hand back and smiled kindly at the twins. "A nice thought, but I'm fine. I swear."

"So silly of me, but it sounds as if you're questioning my authority in my own classroom... Minerva." Umbridge took a step up on the stairs to tower over McGonagall.

"Not at all, Dolores," McGonagall replied as she took a step on the stairs as well to tower over Umbridge. "Merely your medieval methods."

"I am sorry, dear. But to question my practices is to question the Ministry and by extension, the Minister himself."

You were slowly being pulled away from Fred and George and you spotted Draco pulling you towards him. You looked up at him in surprise as he firmly grabbed your arm and scanned your wound. "Darling, what..."

You slowly pulled your hand back and gave him a small smile. "I'm alright."

"No, you're not." He whispered. "That's despicable. I mean I'm not against Umbridge but this is just... vile."

"You mean you support how she teach?" You questioned, arching your eyebrow in shock. "The punishments she did to me and the other students were indeed cruel, yes, but if her teachings continue on, that's much more horrific."

"(Y/n)..."

"She's not going to help us stop the dark creatures or enemies we will be facing, Malfoy." You stated in a hushed tone. "She's merely holding us back down."

"I am a tolerant woman." Umbridge continued on. "But the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty."

McGonagall stepped back in disbelief. "Disloyalty." She slightly scoffed.

Umbridge took a step forward at the stairs once again and faced the students who were listening to her and McGonagall's conversation. "Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared. Cornelius will want to take immediate action."

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As you have feared, Umbridge has slowly taken over the entire school with Cornelius Fudge's permission and command. She has been checking classrooms, students, and teachers to see if they were suitable to her definition of a good school.

You remembered her visiting Snape's classroom where you and your friends were. She questioned him about his skills and his application as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct?" You heard Umbridge asked with her little annoying voice.

You looked up to see Snape with his usual emotionless expression but you could tell he was annoyed. "Yes."

"But you were unsuccessful?"

"Obviously..." Snape replied once again.

You looked at Ron who snickered causing you to nudge him but cracked a small smile. After Umbridge left, Snape smacked Ron on the back of the head with papers causing you to snort quietly while Neville cracked a smile and Padma covered her mouth to hide her smile. Ron winced in pain and rubbed his head, glancing up at Snape.

Umbridge has been giving and declaring ridiculous rules that you have ever seen and heard. You would see Filch hammering a nail down to a wall to hung another rule made by the terror teacher. The Ministry of Magic created at least a hundred and thirty-six Educational Decrees, which nearly cover the entire wall outside the Great Hall.

You looked up at the wall and narrowed your eyes to read what was the rule. "Educational Decree Number Twenty-Six: boys and girls must be six inches away from each oth--" You scoffed. "Bullshit."

"That's not all." You turned to your side to see Draco looking up. "I think she changed that rule. Educational Decree Number Thirty-One: forbidding boys and girls from being within eight inches of each other."

You rolled your eyes. "Then she should make up her damn mind. If she even has one." You turned to walk away but Draco grabbed your hand. "Yeah?" You asked. "I thought we should be at least 6-8 inches away from each other?"

"And I thought you don't want to obey her rules."

"Hey, I'm just asking." You crossed your arms. "Besides, it was you who wants to obey Umbridge. I'm starting to think you fancy her or something."

"(Y/n), that's sickeningly disgusting."

"So are her stupid rules and herself." You walked away to arrive at the courtyard with Draco following behind. You stopped in your tracks and sighed heavily. "Look, Malfoy, if you can't see the truth of what the hell's happening right now, then I'll tell you."

Draco stared down at you while you looked away. "We are defenseless if we keep obeying her. We should at least do something about it."

"Do what exactly?" He questioned sternly. "Putting yourself in danger and in any harm's way to prove that You-Know-Who is indeed back?"

"Rather than sit back and listen to the old toad's rubbish words and lies." You argued. "Look, if you're not with me and Harry with this then it's alright. I'm giving up who refuses to trust me."

You walked away, leaving Draco behind. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in stress. You stopped walking when you noticed Umbridge with Trelawney. You stood beside a Hufflepuff boy. You looked up at the person to see Peter Ambrose with his arms crossed.

"Peter?" You asked.

Peter looked down at me and smiled. "Oh, hey, (Y/n)." He smiled. "You just came in time to see this."

"What's going on?"

You spotted Professor Trelawney, standing hopelessly while Umbridge was there in front of her. "Sixteen years I've lived and taught here. Hogwarts is my home! You can't do this."

"Actually, I can." Umbridge showed a folded paper in her hand. McGonagall arrived at the scene and comforted Trelawney. "Something you'd like to say, dear?" Umbridge asked innocently.

McGonagall nodded. "Oh, there are several things I would like to say." She said, scowling at Umbridge.

"This is insane." You whispered to Peter. "She has no right to do that."

"Dumbledore needs to see this." Peter sighed.

Suddenly, you and the crowd heard doors opening. You all saw Dumbledore who dramatically arrived at the scene. "Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?"

You and Peter exchanged looks before smiling as McGonagall nodded and looked at Trelawney. "Sybil, dear, this way."

As they walked, Trelawney approached Dumbledore and shook his hand. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

When Trelawney and McGonagall were gone, Umbridge turned to Dumbledore. "Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Three, as enacted by the Minister..."

"You have the right to dismiss my teachers." Dumbledore interrupted. "You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the headmaster."

Umbridge smiled. "For now."

You clenched your fist as you glared at Umbridge. 'The bitch has an idea on her mind and it's not good.'

Dumbledore huffed and turned his back at Umbridge, looking around at the students crowding around. "Don't you all have studying to do?" He scolded before walking away. You noticed Harry chasing after him but before you could chase him too, Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you away.

You and Peter stopped in an empty hallway. He stood in front of you and you gave him a confusing look. He sighed. "I didn't mean to but I overheard your conversation with Malfoy."

You looked away. "I was a little tough on him aren't I?"

"Kinda."

You groaned in frustration and inhaled sharply. "This is just too much pressure and stress, Peter." You placed your face to your palms. "Going around this bloody school with most people believing the Prophet's lies and the Ministry trying to conspire against Harry."

You shakily sighed as you trembled to cause Peter to hold your arms. You choked out a sob. "The Death Eaters had a reason why they attacked the World Quidditch Cup, Peter. It was because they knew Voldemort would be back so they tortured Muggles and Muggle-borns... even killing..."

Peter looked around to make sure Umbridge nor Filch was around before bringing you into an embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face to his chest. You sobbed quietly and violently trembled, staining his robe with your tears. You felt him placed his head on top of yours. "We're here, okay? You don't always have to hide what your problems and feelings are."

"Should I go apologize to Draco?"

"I think you both need to apologize to each other."

"He must hate me now."

You heard Peter scoffed. "That's bullshit. I can always see him staring lovingly at you." You pulled away and looked up at him as he wiped your tears away and smiled. "Don't lose hope on Malfoy."

You blinked a few times then stepped back to look at him and suddenly chuckled. "Who are you and what have you done to Peter Ambrose?" You asked with a grin. "You don't swear."

Peter smirked. "Neither did say that I was a good boy." His smirk faded as he sighed, looking down, grabbing your hands. "Just don't lose hope, okay? Draco Malfoy is a git, but I know he's understanding. Especially to you."

You nodded. "Yeah, you're right." You looked down and sighed, wanting to change the subject. You looked around and tilted your head in curiosity. "So how are things with you and my sister?"

Peter's eyes widened. "(Y/n)!"

"What? Enough about me." You grinned. "It's been a while since we've hung out. I didn't even know that you and Megan started hanging out."

Peter chuckled. "We just started hanging out last year. She's... quite something."

You nodded. "She is."

"I'm sorry for not telling you before. It as just that... last year was so..." Peter sighed. "Difficult. And I'm betting that this year and the following years wouldn't be easier either."

"Peter, it's fine." You replied. "I'm just glad when Megan needed someone last year when I couldn't be with her all the time, you were there. And I'm thankful for that, Peter."

"Thank you, (Y/n). And you're welcome."

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You were sitting on the couch back at the Gryffindor Common Room, reading a new book that Vivian got you. Your head was laying down on Ron's lap while Harry was sitting on the other side, beside the radio. Hermione was pacing back and forth in annoyance

"That foul, evil, old gargoyle!" Hermione exclaimed in frustration. "We're not learning how to defend ourselves, we're not learning how to pass our OWLs. She's taking over the entire school!" She complained.

Harry sighed and turned the volume up on the radio. "Security has been and will remain the Ministry's top priority. Furthermore, we have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black."

Harry rolled his eyes and huffed in anger. He couldn't believe what he just heard. After hearing what was in it, the four of you heard the fire crackling. "Harry." You and your friends heard a voice. You quickly sat up when you and Ron noticed the fireplace has spoken.

"Sirius." Harry gasped. He approached the fireplace and crouched down near while you and Ron remained seated and Hermione stood just beside you. You saw Sirius' face from the fire. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Answering your letter," Sirius replied. "You said you were worried about Umbridge. What's she doing? Training you to kill half-breeds?"

Hermione sat down on the ground just near you as she glanced at Harry while Harry shook his head. "She's not letting us use magic at all."

"Well, I'm not surprised." Sirius sighed. "The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Combat?" You asked.

"What does he think, that we're forming some sort of wizard army?" Ron added, scoffing.

"That's exactly what he thinks," Sirius replied. "That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid by the minute."

You glanced at Ron who pressed his lips together as he thought about Sirius' words. Sirius faced Harry. "The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry, but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn, and these disappearances are just how they started before. Voldemort is on the move."

"Well, what can we do?" Harry asked.

Sirius' eyes widened when he heard a noise. "Someone's coming. I'm sorry I can't be of more help. But for now, at least, it looks like you're on your own."