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y/n diore is a beautiful, bright girl born into a dark family. One evening, she receives news that she thinks is just terrible. At least, until a couple months later when she doesn't think so anymore. Follow y/n through her happiest...
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"Umbridge has been reading your mail, harry. There's no other explanation." I said.
"You think umbridge attacked hedwig?" He said, outraged.
"Well, what do you think is happening? Hedwig showed up injured."
"Watch your frog, harry, it's escaping." Hermione said cooly. "I've been suspecting this ever since filch accused you of ordering dungbombs, because it seemed such a stupid lie." Hermione whispered. "I mean, once your letter had been read it would have been quite clear you weren't ordering them, so you wouldn't have been in trouble at all - it's a bit of a feeble joke, isn't it? But then I thought, what if somebody just wanted an excuse to read your mail? Well then, it would be a perfect way for umbridge to manage it - tip off filch, let him do the dirty work and confiscate the letter, then either way find a way of stealing it from him or else demand to see it - I don't think filch would object, when's he ever stuck up for a student's rights? Harry, you're squashing your frog."
I looked over and saw that he was indeed squeezing his bullfrog so tightly its eyes were popping.
"It was a very, very close call last night." Hermione said. "I just wonder if umbridge knows how close it was. Silencio."
The bullfrog on which she was practicing her silencing charm was struck dumb mid-croak and glared at her reproachfully.
"If she'd caught snuffles-"
Harry finished the sentence for her. "-He'd probably be back in azkaban this morning."
"Well, he mustn't do it again, that's all." I said, twirling my wand around. I was first at silencing my frog. "I just don't know how you're going to let him know. You can't send him an owl."
"I don't reckon he'll risk it again." Ron said. "He's not stupid, he knows she nearly got him. Silencio."
The large and ugly raven in front of him let out a derisive caw.
"Silencio. SILENCIO!"
The raven cawed more loudly.
"It's the way you're moving your wand," I told him. "you don't want to wave it, it's more a sharp jab."
"Ravens are harder than frogs." Ron said through clenched teeth.
"Fine, let's swap." I seized ron's raven and replaced it with my own fat bullfrog. "Silencio." The raven continued to open and close its sharp beak, but no sound came out. I smirked at ron.
"Very good, miss diore!" Professor flitwick's squeaky little voice said, making harry, ron, hermione and I all jump. "Now, let me see you try, mr. weasley."
"Wha-? Oh-oh, right." Ron became very flustered. "Er-silencio!"
He jabbed at the bullfrog so hard he poked it in the eye: the frog gave a deafening croak and leapt off the desk.
