𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸 ☆ 12

PROCLAMATION
Educational Decree No. 38

Dolores Jane Umbridge has replaced Albus Dumbledore as head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It was worse than they ever could've imagined. Filch had taken all the portraits and pictures off the walls, so Hogwarts didn't have all those warm voices covering the walls. Umbridge had introduced some new rules like "boys and girls can't be within eight inches of each other" and "students will be questioned about suspected illicit activities".

The place was also on lockdown, so all the doors were closed and no one was allowed outside the grounds. Rosalyn was feeling more guilty than she thought she could.

Also, all the DA members had to do a detention with Umbridge. They all sat at individual desks in the great hall, scratching away at the paper with those hand-carving quills. Rosalyn took responsibility for this as well, and at the end of the detention, she muttered "sorry" to everyone. Most people told her not to and that she was being stupid, but boy, that's not how it looked from where she was standing.

Cho was outside the room when they all came out, but none of them talked to her. They all simply pretended she wasn't there. "Harry," she said when he and Rosalyn walked by, but Harry walked past her without saying anything. Rosalyn, meanwhile, shoulder barged her and murmured "bitch" to her, then walked away.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Rosalyn, all nursing bleeding hands, went out to the bridge.

"You did everything you could," Ron said to Rosalyn, trying to ease her out of her guilt. "No one could win against that old hag."

"Yeah, even Dumbledore didn't see this coming," Hermione joined in.

"Rosie if it's anyone's fault it's ours," Harry tried.

"Yeah, we talked you into it!" Ron said.

"Yeah but I agreed," Rosalyn said, close to tears, looking out at the view. "I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse. Anyway that doesn't matter anymore, because I don't want to play anymore, all it does is make you care too much. And the more you care the more you have to lose. So maybe it's just better to..."

"To what?" Hermione asked warily.

Rosalyn turned round. "To go it alone."

"Psssst!"

The four of them turned to see-

"Hagrid?" Rosalyn asked quietly. "What are you doing?"

They were halfway into the Forbidden Forest by the time they got their answer.

"Hagrid can you please just tell us?" Rosalyn asked yet again, as a bunch of loud, galloping centaurs rode past.

"I've never seen the centaurs so riled!" Hagrid said, more to himself than to them. "And they're dangerous at the best of times! The Ministry restricts their territory much more, they're gonna have a full uprising on their hands!"

"Hagrid, what's going on?" Hermione asked firmly.

He turned round slowly. "Sorry to be so mysterious, you three, I-I wouldn't be bothering you with this at all it's just- with Dumbledore gone- I'll likely be gettin' the sack anytime now-"

He began to tear up. Rosalyn felt sad for him, but she needed an explanation. She begged Hagrid for more information so he said. "I just couldn't leave without telling someone about him."

And then she saw it. A giant, much bigger than Hagrid, came out of nowhere. "Grawpy! Down here!" Hagrid yelled. "Down here yeh great buffoon!"

The giant walked forward, to which the quartet scrambled back, and caught one of the birds circling the clearing in his hands.