A/N: If some things look slightly familiar, the probably are. I do not own any of the Harry Potter books, if I did, I would be writing a branch off series right now.

In Prof. Umbridge's Class Room Harry's Pov:

Professor Umbridge's face was quite blank. For a moment he thought when was going to scream at him. Then she said, in her softest, most sweetly girlish voice, "Come here, Mr. Potter, dear."

He kicked his chair aside, strode around Ron and Hermione and up to the teacher's desk. He could feel the rest of the class holding its breath. He felt so angry he did not care what happened next.

Professor Umbridge pulled a small roll of pink parchment out of her handbag, stretched it out on the desk, dipped her quill into a bottle of ink, and started scribbling, hunched over so that Harry could not see what she was writing. Nobody spoke. After a minute or so she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand; it sealed itself seamlessly so that he could not open it.

"Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear." said Professor Umbridge, holding out the note to him. He took it from her without saying a word, turned on his heel, and left the room, not even looking back at Ron and Hermione, and slamming the classroom door shut behind him.

3rd Person POV:

After Harry left the room, class didn't return to normal right away. As soon as Harry turned his back to leave, Umbridge immediately pulled out another roll of parchment and quickly wrote this letter to the Minister of Magic:

Dear Minister Fudge,

It is as bad as we feared. He continues to spew that treacherous talk of He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named being back. I believe that the best course of action is to forgo our original plan and to go ahead with the backup plan. I understand that we planned to only use this if things got too bad, but I can assure you that things here at Hogwarts are worse than we thought. I shall await your reply before I make any efforts to proceed.

Sincerely,

Delores Umbridge

After she wrote this, she opened the window and let the owl go. Turning back to the class she smiled her sickly sweet smile and asked in her annoyingly high pitch voice, "Why is no one reading their chapter?" At that, every one scrambled to read. Nothing else eventful occurred the rest of the day.