Change the Future

OOTP 20

Rory was stood in the courtyard by the twins who were both headless and selling their headless hats from under their cloaks just as Umbridge started making her way towards them.

"Guys" Rory said quickly drawing their attention as they quickly closed their robes and took off.

"Miss Potter" She said in her sickly sweet voice as she reached Rory.

"Yes Professor"

"What were you doing"

"Nothing Professor"

"Detention Miss Potter, my office tonight at 6 for lying" She turned on her heels and headed back to the castle. Rory looked down at her hand which was still throbbing from the previous night's detention. The twins reappeared.

George hits Rory up the back of the head.

"What the hell was that for you twat" She glares rubbing her head.

"Lying to me again"

"What did she say" George asked looking at Rory.

"Nothing just asked what I was doing" 

The week did not improve as it progressed, Rory ended up with a detention every night for one reason of another her hand refusing to even slightly heal as it continued to bleed threw the countless bandages.

"No wonder your scar always looks worse than Harry's" Ron says looking at Rory.

They were stood in the entrance hall which was packed. Students had come flooding out of the Great Hall, where dinner was still in progress, to see what was going on. Others had crammed themselves onto the marble staircase. The onlookers had formed a great ring, some of them looking shocked, others even frightened. Professor McGonagall was on the other side of the hall; she looked as though what she was watching made her feel faintly sick. Professor Trelawney was standing in the middle of the entrance hall with her wand in one hand and an empty sherry bottle in the other, looking utterly mad. Her hair was sticking up on end, her glasses were lopsided so that one eye was magnified more than the other; her innumerable shawls and scarves were trailing haphazardly from her shoulders, giving the impression that she was falling apart at the seams. Two large trunks lay on the floor beside her, one of them upside down; it looked very much as though it had been thrown down the stairs after her. Professor Trelawney was staring, apparently terrified, at something that seemed to be standing at the foot of the stairs.

"No!" she shrieked. "NO! This cannot be happening. It cannot. I refuse to accept it!"

"You didn't realize this was coming?" said a high girlish voice, sounding callously amused, Trelawney's terrifying vision was nothing other than Professor Umbridge. "Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrow's weather, you must surely have realized that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable you would be sacked?"

"You c-can't!" howled Professor Trelawney, tears streaming down her face from behind her enormous lenses, "you c-can't sack me! I've b-been here sixteen years! H-Hogwarts is m-my h-home!"

"It was your home," Professor Umbridge said, the enjoyment stretching across her toadlike face as she watched Professor Trelawney sink, sobbing uncontrollably, onto one of her trunks, "until an hour ago, when the Minister of Magic countersigned the order for your dismissal. Now kindly remove yourself from this hall. You are embarrassing us." But she stood and watched, with an expression of gloating enjoyment, as Professor Trelawney shuddered and moaned, rocking backward and forward on her trunk in paroxysms of grief. Professor McGonagall had broken away from the spectators, marched straight up to Professor Trelawney and was patting her firmly on the back while withdrawing a large handkerchief from within her robes.