We sat down in our seats, and got our books. It was a typical DADA class. I flipped to the chapter we had to read and sat there quietly, not reading.

Professor Umbridge noticed I wasn't reading and came over to me. "Why aren't you reading, Ms. Abbott?" she asked, in her annoyingly sweet voice.

"I don't see the point," I said slowly, looking up at her.

"Why? Have you read this chapter before then? Well, you could go onto the next chapter," she answered, and began to walk away.

I didn't turn the page, but continued to stare at the page. Umbridge realized that I hadn't moved, and turned to face me. "What is it now?" she said slowly.

"I'm not learning anything. Hence me not seeing a point in reading," I replied, speaking as sweetly as possible. Before I let her get a chance to speak, I continued. "We need to learn to use defensive spells."

"No, you do not. There is no one that is awaiting to attack on the streets, Ms. Abbott," she said, her typical answer.

I sighed. "Can I explain something?" Without letting her answer, I started my explanation. "If what Harry says isn't true-"

"What Harry says is a lie," Umbridge retorted.

"Okay. I've gathered that. Let me finish, please. If what Harry says isn't true, that you-know-who is still gone, doesn't mean there's nothing to worry about. There are still people who support him."

"But they get caught. They always get caught. "

I frowned. "No They don't. Look at the events after the Quidditch World Cup, Professor. People who destroyed it, they were supporters of him! They'll go after us, those who despise him, the muggleborns, those who have parents who fought him."

Umbridge didn't say anything. She just stared at me, like I was completely crazy.

I looked around. Everybody was staring at me.

"We need to learn defensive spells, Professor. You can't deny that there are evil people out there."

There was a murmur of agreement around me, and I smiled slightly.

"Ms. Abbott, how many times do I have to tell you-"

"She's right though!" somebody exclaimed. Both Umbridge and I looked around to see who spoke. It was Ernie.

"If you want to speak, I would like you to raise. Your. Hand."

Several people's hands shot up in the air, and Umbridge sighed. "Mr. FLinch-Fletchy?"

"She has a point, Professor. I agree with her. You-Know-Who might not be around, but his supporters certainly are."

Umbridge was silent and she walked over to her desk and took out a piece of parchment. Everybody fell silent, and I shifted in my seat.

"Ms. Abbott? Could you come here please?" she asked, giving me a smile she probably meant to be sweet.

I got out of my desk, and walked towards hers. Neville gave me a small smile as I passed his desk, and so I smiled back.

Umbridge handed me a roll of parchment, and I stared at it. "Give this to the head of your house, if you wouldn't mind. I suggest you take your stuff with you."