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Flames of Resistance
Albus D. & Harry P. & OC & Sirius B. - Words: 25,638 - Rated: M - English - Drama & Romance - Chapters: 17 - Reviews: 48 - Updated: 27-06-2018 - Published: 05-03-2018 - by AislingIsobel (FFN)

Author's note – Hi guys! Sorry for the break last week, was super busy at work and home and Asgard. I hope I will have another chapter for you next week, just gotta write it.

Shout outs –

Twilight Veela – It certainly will, hope I will be able to handle it.

paulaa90 – She was indeed and they needed a moment.

Thank you for following – kei-kei tsuki

As always please enjoy, read, and review!

Dahlia woke up with a heavy heart; this wasn't going to be easy on anyone other than Umbridge who seemed to delight in the suffering of others, textbook Schadenfreude. She threw on her robes and threw her hair into a quick braid. She met Dolores at the classroom. The sadist was holding a clipboard with a grim smile on her face as Dahlia approached.

"I presume that you are ready for today," she asked her lilt as arrogant as ever.

"Yes Professor," Dahlia answered hiding the inner dislike of this woman.

"Good, follow me," she turned sharply on her heels.

Dahlia followed the echoing clacks of the professor's abused kitten heels until they reached the Divination classroom. Dolores moved out of the way to allow Dahlia to climb up through the trap door entrance first. Dumbledore's niece opened the door to the classroom garnering the student's attention along with Professor Trelawney's. The Ravenclaw held the door open for Umbridge as she maneuvered her way through the door. Once through the DADA professor straightened her appearance.

"You received my note Professor?"

Sybill nodded her head somewhat curtly, "May I continue?"

"By all means," Dolores said taking down a note sitting in the back of the classroom while Dahlia stood.

The lilac haired witch looked around the classroom. No one was paying attention to Trelawney, which was in fact commonplace, but all eyes except Sybill's were on Umbridge. The tension building in the room was almost as thick as the perfume that always filled the air of the Divination classroom. Dolores stood walking around Sybill almost like prey; she cleared her throat sending a shiver down Dahlia's back.

"Yes," Trelawney asked turning to the Professor.

"I do have a few questions for you, if you don't mind," her voice was light and airy. Sybill nodded stopping class. "How long have you been teaching?"

Sybill thought for a moment, "For nearly 16 years," she answered trying to resume her teachings but Dolores wasn't ready to be done.

Umbridge wrote down her answer, "And you are the great-great-granddaughter of the celebrated seer Cassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes," she answered again, her voice was slightly nervous.

"But I think, correct me if I am mistaken," Dolores' voice kept escalating up and became sweeter by the syllable, "that you are the first in your family since Cassandra to be possessed of the Second Sight?"

Trelawney's eyes grew bigger even more than that was already magnified and her face dropped. All pretense of trying to resume class with Umbridge around was gone, "These things…" she paused looking away from the Inquisitor and to Dahlia almost pleading for help. All Dumbledore's niece could do was stare back with a pitiful look, she wasn't allowed to help the teachers in any way. Sybill turned back to Dolores, "often skip," she cleared her throat, "three generations."

There were some scattered laughs as Umbridge wrote down the response. It seemed that the oxygen in the room was sucked out at the awkward moment leaving only the sickly perfume to support lung function. Finally the beast took a breath releasing the air everyone needed. "Could you predict something for me?"

"I'm sorry," Sybill said.

"Professor," Dahlia spoke up for the first time, "As I understand it, taken a few classes with Professor Trelawney before is that a prediction can't just come when one is requested. They are sudden and unpredictable in nature, ironic I understand." She looked at Sybill who nodded.

Dolores clucked her tongue, "Nonsense," she tilted her head and her eyes almost appeared soft. "I'm sure you can think of something Professor."

Sybill looked at Dahlia her eyes growing bigger with every passing and strained moment. There was nothing Dahlia could do. Her only stall tactic had been used and Dolores saw right through it. This wasn't going to end well for Trelawney. It was sad. Sybill may have been somewhat flighty and her predictions weren't the most accurate. However Albus hired her for a reason, he always had a reason for everything, even if it was hidden from common understanding.

Dahlia slightly chuckled, "You are a crafty one aren't you Albus."

Dolores turned her head, "Something you wish to say Miss Dumbledore?"

"No Professor," she said quietly.

Umbridge turned her attention back to Trelawney, "One teensy little prophecy," her voice was high and heavy on sweet. The Divination Professor stood dumfounded and couldn't reply, "Pity," Dolores said marking something off on her clipboard.

"Wait," Sybill said suddenly, "Wait, I see something. You are in great danger," she said hoping to satisfy Umbridge.

The DADA Professor smiled checking something else off, "Lovely," she turned to Dahlia. "We're finished here."

Dumbledore's niece nodded, "Yes Professor."

Dahlia turned one last time to Sybill giving her a very sorrowful look before turning to help Umbridge down the trap door. This was not the last that Trelawney would have to contend with Dolores and Dahlia knew it. They walked down the hallway in relative silence just the abuse to the kitten heels filled the stone hallways of Hogwarts. They stopped in front of the DADA classroom.

"I won't need you for the rest of the day," Dolores said curtly. "We will be interrogating Professor Snape tomorrow," she informed the teaching assistant. "Please be ready and keep your personal feelings for Snape out of the way."

"My feelings," Dahlia asked somewhat shocked.

"Yes, dear," she said plainly, "You were involved with Snape during your first year assisting?"

A look of disgust crawled over Dahlia's face; she had done it, finally visibly gotten under Dahlia's skin. How did this troll find out about what happened four years ago? The smile on Dolores' face grew making her cheeks wrinkle and her teeth were bared.

Dahlia swallowed her disgust as best she could, "Yes Professor."

Author's note – Thank you all for reading, I truly appreciate it. I would love to hear from all of you!

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