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"And how are you doing, Chris?"
A voice brought back Chris to life. She was lying on a bed of hospital wing and was sulking staring at the ceiling. Bill had come to visit all of them and only now for the first time Chris heard him.
"Sorry, what?" Chris looked at Bill.
"I asked how are you doing?" Bill repeated looking very worried.
"I am — I'm good," smiled Chris with great effort. "I didn't get many injuries."
"Yeah, sure," said Ginny sarcastically from the next bed.
Chris glared at Ginny and Bill laughed.
"I guess you all are okay then," he said. "And I think, now, the school will be okay too, with again Dumbledore as Headmaster and Umbridge gone. I —"
"Wait, Umbridge is gone?" Chris interrupted.
"Yes, fortunately, the new Minister of Magic had called her back," said Bill happily then checked his watch. "She was to leave after dinner. I think she left by now."
"That's the best news I got this year," said Colin grinning from another bed.
"I agree," said Ron.
As Bill continued to talk with them Chris realized something, if the new Minister had called her back that means she will be continued to work at the Ministry and work as a spy for Malgino.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked as Chris started to got out of her bed.
"Bathroom," Chris replied and hurried towards the girls' bathroom in Hospital wing.
After locking the door Chris opened her mouth and was about to call 'Dames' but then she closed her mouth with a sigh. The physical pain in her chest increased as the emotional pain tightened her chest. Dames was gone. Chris took a deep breath, steadied herself then called, "Fitz, Jose, Ryan."
Within seconds three Dementors appeared in front of her.
"My Queen, you summoned?" They bowed.
"Yeah," Chris hesitated but then pushed away the hesitation, this is for the greater good, no time for guilt. "Dolores Jane Umbridge will maybe report to the Ministry today, after that take her to any forest full of dangerous magical beasts and Centaur, Mermaid and other part-humans— I know for a fact there is a forest like this in somewhere in Southern part of Asia — go there. Then leave her there to die and bring back her wand to me."
"As you wish, my Queen," said Jose.
"My Queen," said Ryan. "I don't mind to offend you but won't it be easy to just perform the kiss on her? I mean if you so despise her then it will be a great way of revenge."
"Don't question the Queen's order," grumbled Fitz.
"No it's fine," said Chris. "I know, it's an easy way but I would like to suffer her more than that. She should how it feels like when you don't have any control over your own life and also the creatures she thought is way below her will cause her pain."
"Alright, my Queen," said Ryan.
"Also remember, the journey to that forest shouldn't be easy for her," said Chris darkly. "Make it as difficult as possible. Take everyone with you and don't let her seen."
"We will, my Queen," said Fitz. "Anything else?"
"No," Chris sighed. "Leave."
SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE IN THE WAKE OF HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED'S RETURN WITH SOMEONE EQUALLY POWERFUL
"Hmm," Hermione scanned the Daily Prophet article. "I see."
"What do you see, Hermione?" asked Ron, helping himself to a handful of Chocolate Frogs from the immense pile on his bedside cabinet.
They were still in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey refused to let Chris go before her chest pain was cured completely. Harry was sitting on the end of Ron's bed, who's leg was still a little battered. Ginny, who was good as new, was curled up at the foot of Chris' bed. Colin had also got some heavy injuries, so he was also staying in the hospital wing, Neville whose nose had likewise been returned to its normal size and shape was sitting on the edge of Colin's bed. The worst injury was Hermione's, who still winced very often. The curse Dolohov had used on her, though less effective than it would have been had he been able to say the incantation aloud, had nevertheless caused, in Madam Pomfrey's words, "quite enough damage to be going on with." Hermione was having to take ten different types of potion every day and she was improving greatly. Surprisingly, Luna after getting out of hospital wing visited Hermione regularly, even though Hermione didn't show it, Luna's behaviour had started to affect her greatly and she had completely stopped contradicting her. Even today, Luna was reading her latest edition of The Quibbler sitting on Hermione's bed.
"Aha!" said Hermione triumphantly then winced slightly and put a hand to her ribs. "Look, here it is, again they had dragged Harry in this, 'the-boy-lived . . . A lone voice of truth . . . perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story . . .' Oh! they had also mentioned quotes from Chris' articles in The Quibbler."
"Daddy sold it to them," said Luna vaguely, turning a page of The Quibbler. "He got a very good price for it too, so we're going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, then said, "That sounds lovely."
Ginny, Colin and Ron chuckled.
"In any case, I like the article written by Chris," said Luna looking up from the magazine.
"Thanks," smiled Chris.
Chris had written two articles for The Quibbler (of course, Madam Pomfrey wasn't happy), one about the night in Graveyard and other about the night in Department of Mystery, carefully omitting about the keys. The idea was Hermione's and when Harry insisted too, Chris gave up. Within weeks, Quibbler was reprinting and they were famous. Even Rita Skeeter wrote good things about Harry, Chris and Dumbledore.
"You know, I was wondering," said Ginny absently turning the pages of Chris' Daily Prophet (Chris hasn't opened even 9ne prophet newspaper after Friday. All were piled on the table beside her bed. Ginny had pulled one from the top.) "Why Malgino didn't use even one spell to do anything!"
"Really? Not even one?" said Hermione surprised, closing her newspaper.
"No," said Luna, closing her Quibbler as well.
"He didn't even help Voldemort to defeat Dumbledore," said Harry.
"That woman — what's her name?" asked Neville.
"Stormy," said Chris.
"Yeah, that Stormy was the one doing all the magic to her, wasn't she?" said Neville then shivered. "She was very powerful though."
"Well, I thought Malgino used a spell when he was doing that creepy thing to Chris," said Colin.
"You mean that manipulating thing?" said Luna.
"It wasn't any kind of spell," said Chris. "It was something else, like an ability. I felt it."
There was a tense silence broken by Hermione.
"So anyway," she said, sitting up a little straighter and wincing again, "what's going on in school?"
"Well, Flitwick's got rid of Fred and George's swamp," said Ginny. "He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and he's roped it off —"
"Why?" said Hermione, looking startled.
"Oh, he just says it was a really good bit of magic," said Ginny, grinning.
"I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George," said Ron through a mouthful of chocolate. "They sent me all these, you know," he told others, pointing at the small mountain of Frogs beside him. "Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh?"
Hermione tried not to smile but at last gave up, "Yeah, I got them too," she said pointing at another pile of chocolates on her bedside table.
"Yes, Chris got loads too but didn't eat, so I had to eat them," said Colin in a way which made Luna laugh. Colin then turned to Neville, "So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledore's back?"
"Yes," said Neville, "everything's settled right back down again."
"I s'pose Filch is happy, is he?" asked Ron, propping a Chocolate Frog card featuring Dumbledore against his water jug.
"Not at all," said Ginny. "He's really, really miserable. He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts . . ."
"Speaking of Umbridge," said Chris casually. "Any news about her whereabouts?"
"No idea," said Ron shrugging. "I asked Dad when he came last time. He said there was no news about her and he also said," Ron chuckled, "He said, the new Minister isn't very interested to find her, especially when there are things like You-Know-Who and Malgino to worry about."
"Good," muttered Chris.
"Huh?" Ginny looked at Chris curiously.
"I mean I hope the new Minister is good," said Chris quickly.
"Yeah, I hope so too," said Hermione nodding.
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"And how are you doing, Chris?"
A voice brought back Chris to life. She was lying on a bed of hospital wing and was sulking staring at the ceiling. Bill had come to visit all of them and only now for the first time Chris heard him.
"Sorry, what?" Chris looked at Bill.
"I asked how are you doing?" Bill repeated looking very worried.
"I am — I'm good," smiled Chris with great effort. "I didn't get many injuries."
"Yeah, sure," said Ginny sarcastically from the next bed.
Chris glared at Ginny and Bill laughed.
"I guess you all are okay then," he said. "And I think, now, the school will be okay too, with again Dumbledore as Headmaster and Umbridge gone. I —"
"Wait, Umbridge is gone?" Chris interrupted.
"Yes, fortunately, the new Minister of Magic had called her back," said Bill happily then checked his watch. "She was to leave after dinner. I think she left by now."
"That's the best news I got this year," said Colin grinning from another bed.
"I agree," said Ron.
As Bill continued to talk with them Chris realized something, if the new Minister had called her back that means she will be continued to work at the Ministry and work as a spy for Malgino.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked as Chris started to got out of her bed.
"Bathroom," Chris replied and hurried towards the girls' bathroom in Hospital wing.
After locking the door Chris opened her mouth and was about to call 'Dames' but then she closed her mouth with a sigh. The physical pain in her chest increased as the emotional pain tightened her chest. Dames was gone. Chris took a deep breath, steadied herself then called, "Fitz, Jose, Ryan."
Within seconds three Dementors appeared in front of her.
"My Queen, you summoned?" They bowed.
"Yeah," Chris hesitated but then pushed away the hesitation, this is for the greater good, no time for guilt. "Dolores Jane Umbridge will maybe report to the Ministry today, after that take her to any forest full of dangerous magical beasts and Centaur, Mermaid and other part-humans— I know for a fact there is a forest like this in somewhere in Southern part of Asia — go there. Then leave her there to die and bring back her wand to me."
"As you wish, my Queen," said Jose.
"My Queen," said Ryan. "I don't mind to offend you but won't it be easy to just perform the kiss on her? I mean if you so despise her then it will be a great way of revenge."
"Don't question the Queen's order," grumbled Fitz.
"No it's fine," said Chris. "I know, it's an easy way but I would like to suffer her more than that. She should how it feels like when you don't have any control over your own life and also the creatures she thought is way below her will cause her pain."
"Alright, my Queen," said Ryan.
"Also remember, the journey to that forest shouldn't be easy for her," said Chris darkly. "Make it as difficult as possible. Take everyone with you and don't let her seen."
"We will, my Queen," said Fitz. "Anything else?"
"No," Chris sighed. "Leave."
SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE IN THE WAKE OF HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED'S RETURN WITH SOMEONE EQUALLY POWERFUL
"Hmm," Hermione scanned the Daily Prophet article. "I see."
"What do you see, Hermione?" asked Ron, helping himself to a handful of Chocolate Frogs from the immense pile on his bedside cabinet.
They were still in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey refused to let Chris go before her chest pain was cured completely. Harry was sitting on the end of Ron's bed, who's leg was still a little battered. Ginny, who was good as new, was curled up at the foot of Chris' bed. Colin had also got some heavy injuries, so he was also staying in the hospital wing, Neville whose nose had likewise been returned to its normal size and shape was sitting on the edge of Colin's bed. The worst injury was Hermione's, who still winced very often. The curse Dolohov had used on her, though less effective than it would have been had he been able to say the incantation aloud, had nevertheless caused, in Madam Pomfrey's words, "quite enough damage to be going on with." Hermione was having to take ten different types of potion every day and she was improving greatly. Surprisingly, Luna after getting out of hospital wing visited Hermione regularly, even though Hermione didn't show it, Luna's behaviour had started to affect her greatly and she had completely stopped contradicting her. Even today, Luna was reading her latest edition of The Quibbler sitting on Hermione's bed.
"Aha!" said Hermione triumphantly then winced slightly and put a hand to her ribs. "Look, here it is, again they had dragged Harry in this, 'the-boy-lived . . . A lone voice of truth . . . perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story . . .' Oh! they had also mentioned quotes from Chris' articles in The Quibbler."
"Daddy sold it to them," said Luna vaguely, turning a page of The Quibbler. "He got a very good price for it too, so we're going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, then said, "That sounds lovely."
Ginny, Colin and Ron chuckled.
"In any case, I like the article written by Chris," said Luna looking up from the magazine.
"Thanks," smiled Chris.
Chris had written two articles for The Quibbler (of course, Madam Pomfrey wasn't happy), one about the night in Graveyard and other about the night in Department of Mystery, carefully omitting about the keys. The idea was Hermione's and when Harry insisted too, Chris gave up. Within weeks, Quibbler was reprinting and they were famous. Even Rita Skeeter wrote good things about Harry, Chris and Dumbledore.
"You know, I was wondering," said Ginny absently turning the pages of Chris' Daily Prophet (Chris hasn't opened even 9ne prophet newspaper after Friday. All were piled on the table beside her bed. Ginny had pulled one from the top.) "Why Malgino didn't use even one spell to do anything!"
"Really? Not even one?" said Hermione surprised, closing her newspaper.
"No," said Luna, closing her Quibbler as well.
"He didn't even help Voldemort to defeat Dumbledore," said Harry.
"That woman — what's her name?" asked Neville.
"Stormy," said Chris.
"Yeah, that Stormy was the one doing all the magic to her, wasn't she?" said Neville then shivered. "She was very powerful though."
"Well, I thought Malgino used a spell when he was doing that creepy thing to Chris," said Colin.
"You mean that manipulating thing?" said Luna.
"It wasn't any kind of spell," said Chris. "It was something else, like an ability. I felt it."
There was a tense silence broken by Hermione.
"So anyway," she said, sitting up a little straighter and wincing again, "what's going on in school?"
"Well, Flitwick's got rid of Fred and George's swamp," said Ginny. "He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and he's roped it off —"
"Why?" said Hermione, looking startled.
"Oh, he just says it was a really good bit of magic," said Ginny, grinning.
"I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George," said Ron through a mouthful of chocolate. "They sent me all these, you know," he told others, pointing at the small mountain of Frogs beside him. "Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh?"
Hermione tried not to smile but at last gave up, "Yeah, I got them too," she said pointing at another pile of chocolates on her bedside table.
"Yes, Chris got loads too but didn't eat, so I had to eat them," said Colin in a way which made Luna laugh. Colin then turned to Neville, "So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledore's back?"
"Yes," said Neville, "everything's settled right back down again."
"I s'pose Filch is happy, is he?" asked Ron, propping a Chocolate Frog card featuring Dumbledore against his water jug.
"Not at all," said Ginny. "He's really, really miserable. He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts . . ."
"Speaking of Umbridge," said Chris casually. "Any news about her whereabouts?"
"No idea," said Ron shrugging. "I asked Dad when he came last time. He said there was no news about her and he also said," Ron chuckled, "He said, the new Minister isn't very interested to find her, especially when there are things like You-Know-Who and Malgino to worry about."
"Good," muttered Chris.
"Huh?" Ginny looked at Chris curiously.
"I mean I hope the new Minister is good," said Chris quickly.
"Yeah, I hope so too," said Hermione nodding.
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To be continued. . .
"And how are you doing, Chris?" A voice brought back Chris to life. She was lying on a bed of hospital wing and was sulking staring at the ceiling. Bill had come to visit all of them and only now for the first time Chris heard him. "Sorry, what?" Chris looked at Bill. "I asked how are you doing?" Bill repeated looking very worried. "I am I'm good," smiled Chris with great effort. "I didn't get many injuries." "Yeah, sure," said Ginny sarcastically from the next bed. Chris glared at Ginny and Bill laughed. "I guess you all are okay then," he said. "And I think, now, the school will be okay too, with again Dumbledore as Headmaster and Umbridge gone. I " "Wait, Umbridge is gone?" Chris interrupted. "Yes, fortunately, the new Minister of Magic had called her back," said Bill happily then checked his watch. "She was to leave after dinner. I think she left by now." "That's the best news I got this year," said Colin grinning from another bed. "I agree," said Ron. As Bill continued to talk with them Chris realized something, if the new Minister had called her back that means she will be continued to work at the Ministry and work as a spy for Malgino. "Where are you going?" Ginny asked as Chris started to got out of her bed. "Bathroom," Chris replied and hurried towards the girls' bathroom in Hospital wing. After locking the door Chris opened her mouth and was about to call 'Dames' but then she closed her mouth with a sigh. The physical pain in her chest increased as the emotional pain tightened her chest. Dames was gone. Chris took a deep breath, steadied herself then called, "Fitz, Jose, Ryan." Within seconds three Dementors appeared in front of her. "My Queen, you summoned?" They bowed. "Yeah," Chris hesitated but then pushed away the hesitation, this is for the greater good, no time for guilt. "Dolores Jane Umbridge will maybe report to the Ministry today, after that take her to any forest full of dangerous magical beasts and Centaur, Mermaid and other part-humans I know for a fact there is a forest like this in somewhere in Southern part of Asia go there. Then leave her there to die and bring back her wand to me." "As you wish, my Queen," said Jose. "My Queen," said Ryan. "I don't mind to offend you but won't it be easy to just perform the kiss on her? I mean if you so despise her then it will be a great way of revenge." "Don't question the Queen's order," grumbled Fitz. "No it's fine," said Chris. "I know, it's an easy way but I would like to suffer her more than that. She should how it feels like when you don't have any control over your own life and also the creatures she thought is way below her will cause her pain." "Alright, my Queen," said Ryan. "Also remember, the journey to that forest shouldn't be easy for her," said Chris darkly. "Make it as difficult as possible. Take everyone with you and don't let her seen." "We will, my Queen," said Fitz. "Anything else?" "No," Chris sighed. "Leave." SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE IN THE WAKE OF HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED'S RETURN WITH SOMEONE EQUALLY POWERFUL "Hmm," Hermione scanned the Daily Prophet article. "I see." "What do you see, Hermione?" asked Ron, helping himself to a handful of Chocolate Frogs from the immense pile on his bedside cabinet. They were still in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey refused to let Chris go before her chest pain was cured completely. Harry was sitting on the end of Ron's bed, who's leg was still a little battered. Ginny, who was good as new, was curled up at the foot of Chris' bed. Colin had also got some heavy injuries, so he was also staying in the hospital wing, Neville whose nose had likewise been returned to its normal size and shape was sitting on the edge of Colin's bed. The worst injury was Hermione's, who still winced very often. The curse Dolohov had used on her, though less effective than it would have been had he been able to say the incantation aloud, had nevertheless caused, in Madam Pomfrey's words, "quite enough damage to be going on with." Hermione was having to take ten different types of potion every day and she was improving greatly. Surprisingly, Luna after getting out of hospital wing visited Hermione regularly, even though Hermione didn't show it, Luna's behaviour had started to affect her greatly and she had completely stopped contradicting her. Even today, Luna was reading her latest edition of The Quibbler sitting on Hermione's bed. "Aha!" said Hermione triumphantly then winced slightly and put a hand to her ribs. "Look, here it is, again they had dragged Harry in this, 'the-boy-lived . . . A lone voice of truth . . . perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story . . .' Oh! they had also mentioned quotes from Chris' articles in The Quibbler." "Daddy sold it to them," said Luna vaguely, turning a page of The Quibbler. "He got a very good price for it too, so we're going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack." Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, then said, "That sounds lovely." Ginny, Colin and Ron chuckled. "In any case, I like the article written by Chris," said Luna looking up from the magazine. "Thanks," smiled Chris. Chris had written two articles for The Quibbler of course, Madam Pomfrey wasn't happy, one about the night in Graveyard and other about the night in Department of Mystery, carefully omitting about the keys. The idea was Hermione's and when Harry insisted too, Chris gave up. Within weeks, Quibbler was reprinting and they were famous. Even Rita Skeeter wrote good things about Harry, Chris and Dumbledore. "You know, I was wondering," said Ginny absently turning the pages of Chris' Daily Prophet Chris hasn't opened even 9ne prophet newspaper after Friday. All were piled on the table beside her bed. Ginny had pulled one from the top. "Why Malgino didn't use even one spell to do anything!" "Really? Not even one?" said Hermione surprised, closing her newspaper. "No," said Luna, closing her Quibbler as well. "He didn't even help Voldemort to defeat Dumbledore," said Harry. "That woman what's her name?" asked Neville. "Stormy," said Chris. "Yeah, that Stormy was the one doing all the magic to her, wasn't she?" said Neville then shivered. "She was very powerful though." "Well, I thought Malgino used a spell when he was doing that creepy thing to Chris," said Colin. "You mean that manipulating thing?" said Luna. "It wasn't any kind of spell," said Chris. "It was something else, like an ability. I felt it." There was a tense silence broken by Hermione. "So anyway," she said, sitting up a little straighter and wincing again, "what's going on in school?" "Well, Flitwick's got rid of Fred and George's swamp," said Ginny. "He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and he's roped it off " "Why?" said Hermione, looking startled. "Oh, he just says it was a really good bit of magic," said Ginny, grinning. "I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George," said Ron through a mouthful of chocolate. "They sent me all these, you know," he told others, pointing at the small mountain of Frogs beside him. "Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh?" Hermione tried not to smile but at last gave up, "Yeah, I got them too," she said pointing at another pile of chocolates on her bedside table. "Yes, Chris got loads too but didn't eat, so I had to eat them," said Colin in a way which made Luna laugh. Colin then turned to Neville, "So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledore's back?" "Yes," said Neville, "everything's settled right back down again." "I s'pose Filch is happy, is he?" asked Ron, propping a Chocolate Frog card featuring Dumbledore against his water jug. "Not at all," said Ginny. "He's really, really miserable. He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts . . ." "Speaking of Umbridge," said Chris casually. "Any news about her whereabouts?" "No idea," said Ron shrugging. "I asked Dad when he came last time. He said there was no news about her and he also said," Ron chuckled, "He said, the new Minister isn't very interested to find her, especially when there are things like You-Know-Who and Malgino to worry about." "Good," muttered Chris. "Huh?" Ginny looked at Chris curiously. "I mean I hope the new Minister is good," said Chris quickly. "Yeah, I hope so too," said Hermione nodding. ______________________________ To be continued. . .
