My True Way of Life

Chapter 5: Bella POV

Harry, you go first -Hermione

Why me? -Harry

Because you know how to get your sister -Ginny

Fine -Harry

Oh s**t. What's he going to do to me? I should be scared, I thought.

Hmmm...Isa truth or dare? -Harry

Dare. I wrote cautiously. I really don't want to know what I'm going to have to do. I didn't want to pick truth because I hated answering questions.

I dare you to say b***h after every sentence you say -Harry

Really? That's the best you could come up with? I thought.

Seriously? Wow. That's easy -Izzy

Until you get a detention -Harry

I groaned. He really wants me in detention doesn't he? Well, I get him back.

Ok, b***h -Izzy

Ok, back to class -Hermione

I looked up as Mrs. Umbitch walked into the classroom. Her gaze lingered on our table, we were all sitting together, and she sneered at me sitting next to Blaise, who was holding my hand on top of the table. She gave him a look and he glared back.

"Good morning class," She said. The class stayed silent, "I said good morning class. You answer me," She said, getting mad but pretending to be calm.

"Good morning Mrs. Umbridge," Half of the class mumbled. The other half, which included our table, just  stared at the ground or doodled on a notebook.

"Now, I want you to read these books. They will be the ones you use all year," She said, flicking her wand at a small stack of books that started to float and land on peoples desks. When one got to me I looked at it and held back a laugh.

It was barely a book and looked like it was made for a four year old. It was paperback too. Umbitch started writing something on the board about coarse aims, and Hermione apparently had a problem with them because she raised her hand while I silently told her no with my eyes, which she ignored.

"Yes? Miss...,"

"Granger," She said while Umbitch nodded for her to continue, "I have a problem with you course aims," She said bluntly.

"Well Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read through them carefully," Umbitch said in a voice of determined sweetness.

"Well I don't," Hermione said yet again bluntly, "There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells,"

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

"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbitch repeated with a little laugh, "I can't imagine why you would need to use defensive spells in my class Miss Granger,"

"Were not going to use magic?" Ron ejaculated loudly.

"Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr. ?"

"Weasley," Ron said as he trusted his hand into the air. Me and Harry immediately put our hands in the air too.

Her eyes lingered on Harry before going to me.

"Yes Miss Potter? You wish to ask something?"

"Yes, b***h," I said. Hey! Its not my fault! Harry dared me to. At this there were some snickers and Umbitches lips formed a tight line, "The whole point of this class is to learn defensive spells, is it not, b***h?"

"First, you will stop using that kind of language in my class young lady, and second, are you a Ministry-trained educational expert?"

"No, but-"

"Well then I guess you are not qualified to say or assume the whole point of any class,"

"Well what use is that?" Yelled harry loudly, standing up, "If were going to be attacked its not going to be-"

"Hand Mr. Potter!" She yelled, no longer using her sickly fake sweet voice. Harry thrust his fist into the air, glaring at her. She just promptly turned her back on him, but now there were more hands in the air.

"And the name is?" Umbitch asked Dean.

"Dean Thomas,"

"Yes?"

"Well, its like Harry said isn't it?" He asked, "If we're going to be attacked it won't be risk free-"

"I repeat," She said with a tight smile, "Do you expect to be attacked during my classes?"

"No but-" Dean started t say but she cut him off.

"I do not wish to criticize the way tings have been run in this school," She said with a fake smile plastered on her face, "But you have been exposed to very irresponsible teachers in this classroom, especially dangerous half breeds,"

"If you mean Professor Lupin, b***h," I piped up angrily, "He was the best teacher-"

"Hand Miss Potter!"

"How are we supposed to pass our O.W.L's if we can't even do the spells?" Parvati asked when Umbitch pointed at her.

"As long as you studied them hard enough-"

"And what good is theory going t do in the real world?" Harry said, with his fist in the air again.

"This is school Mr. Potter, not the real world," Umbitch said, looking up.

"So were not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting out there?"

"There is nothing waiting out there Mr. Potter,"

"Oh yeah?" He asked while she looked about ready to strangle him.

"What could possibly be waiting out there for you children,"

"Hmm, let's see..." I said in a mock thoughtful voice, "Maybe Lord Voldemort?"

Ron gasped; Lavender uttered a little scream; Neville slipped sideways off of his stool; Professor Umbridge, however, did not flinch.

"Ten points from Gryffindor Miss. Potter,"

The whole classroom went silent and still. Everyone was either starring at Umbridge or Harry.

"Let me make a few things white plain. You have been told that a certain Dark Wizard has returned from the dead-"

"He wasn't dead! b***h!" Me and Harry yelled, I yelled b***h though, "But yeah, he's returned," Harry finished.

"-This is a lie," She said as if she wasn't interrupted.

"It is NOT a lie!" Harry and I yelled again, "b***h!" I added since my dare was still on.

"I saw him! I fought him!" Harry said angrily.

"Detention Mr. And Miss. Potter!" She yelled in triumph, "Tomorrow, five o'clock. My office. I repeat yet again, this is a lie. If you are still worried, by all means come by my room after class," She sat down and told us to continue reading page five of basics for beginners.

Harry and I, though, stood up angrily.

"Isa no," Blaise whispered and Hermione did the same to Harry. He tugged on my sleeve but I jerked it back.

"Sorry," I whispered back.

"So according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead at his own accord then?" Harry said. I might not have been there but he is my brother. I go through everything with him.

"Cedric Diggorys death was a tragic accident," She said coldly.

"It was murder," I angrily said while she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Voldemort killed him and you know it," Harry all but ground out.

"Come here Mr. And Miss. Potter," She said and I walked over with Harry to her desk. She pulled out a piece of pink rolled up parchment and unrolled it. She started scribbling on it, hunched over so me and Harry could not see it. When she was done she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand. It seamlessly closed so that we could not open it.

"Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear," She said, deciding to talk in her fake voice.