A/N- This was just a short little drabble I wrote because I was bored. So enjoy the result of an hour in the car with nothing to do!

I walked into the classroom, carefully shutting the large wooden door behind me. It was full of 5th years, Gryffindors and Slytherins by the looks of it, and at the front there was a woman donning pink who looked remarkably like a toad. Professor Umbridge looked angry, and not as sweet as she had looked last night at the feast.

I scanned the classroom, looking for Neville Longbottom, as I had been given the task by Professor McGonagall to spend my off-period delivering messages.

I must have walked in during an argument because I heard Harry Potter get up and shout, "I saw him, I fought him!" just as I spotted Neville.

I figured he was having a go at the debate as to weather he-who-must-not-be-named was back. I believed Harry, and aside from Hermione Granger, I was probably the only non-Weasly who did.

Professor Umbridge must've noticed I was standing at the back of the classroom, because she quickly cleared her throat and said, "Yes dear?" in her sweet voice from last night.

I pulled the slip of parchment from my bag. "Um, yes, I have a message for Neville Longbottom."

Neville stood up and I met him halfway, in the middle of the classroom, handing him the slightly crumpled message.

"Is that all?" Umbridge asked.

Is smiled to myself. "No. It isn't."

Umbridge looked at me, confused. "Well what is it, Miss…"

"Dawson." I replied.

"Alright, Miss Dawson. Go on."

"Why the bloody hell would Mr. Potter lie about the death of a fellow student and the return of someone as powerful as Voldemort?

The fake smile from her face drained rapidly as I turned to leave. "Miss Dawson, you will not speak to me like that, or for that matter, speak lies."

I shrugged, this was my last year anyway, may as well go out with a bang. "I can do whatever the hell I like, Professor."

And with that, I slipped out of the classroom before I had detention.

I slowly walked down the corridors of Hogwarts, back to McGonagall's office, admiring the paintings as I went.

When I reached her door, I knocked loudly and was answered with a gruff, "Come in."

I stepped in, closing the door behind me and looked about the room. McGonagall was sitting at her desk, looking slightly annoyed.

"Well, Miss Dawson. Can you explain yourself?" she asked me.

I assumed she was talking about my comments to our lovely Defense against the Dark Arts professor.

"Yeah, actually, I can." I said confidently, setting my bag down and seating myself in the chair across from her large mahogany desk.

"Well, I highly doubt that's likely." She huffed.

I proceeded to tell her the story, and when I was finished, I heard two words McGonagall had never said to me before.

"Well done."

She smiled and winked at me and although we never spoke of it again, I still like to think that McGonagall was my favourite professor from then on.

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