as you have probably noticed I'mchanging it to a Fem!Harry because that's how I roll so please review!
As she walked down the corridor on the seventh floor, beside herself with fury, Umbridge was glaring at nothing in particular. In her fist, she was clutching a copy of a rubbish paper called the Quibbler. She grinded her teeth in anger; how dare that girl be spreading her filthy lies publically! She had thought that after quite a few detentions with her blood quill, she would have given up and abandoned her lies, but now! In fact, far from discouraging her, she thought it might have even encouraged her! She began pacing the deserted corridor, walking back and forth, trying to think of a way to discredit her. What she really needed, she thought, was access to the truth. She needed a full proof way for everyone to find out what a nasty little lying attention seeking bratllet she was. She needed-
A door suddenly appeared on the wall next to her as she passed the same spot for the third time. Mouth hanging open, she stared at the door in shock. She was sure the door hadn't been there a moment ago. Had she, perhaps, discovered some long lost Hogwarts secret? She opened the door, only to feel immense disappointment. It was only a small cupboard, most likely for storage. It was nearly empty, accept for a pile of dusty books in the corner. Long lost Hogwarts secret indeed, she scoffed, turning away; when suddenly the title of the top book seemed to flash, as if trying to get her attention. Dorea Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
Ever so slowly, Umbridge approached the pile of books. Looking closer, her lips curved up into a nasty grin as she examined the seven books. This was exactly the type of thing she had been looking for. It was as if the room had appeared just for her... it was as if it was created for the purpose of serving her.
Tossing the Quibbler to the floor, she picked up the books with a quick flick of her wand, smiling cruelly to herself. The bratllet Potter was going to get what was coming to her.
"Surely you don't mean to let her go through with this, Headmaster!" Professor McGonagall looked furious.
"I'm afraid," said Dumbledore, "That I have no say in the matter."
"But-But-" McGonagall spluttered, "But Potter! At least say she doesn't have to hear it! She's been through too much already; would you be so cruel as to force her to live through it again?!"
Dumbledore lowered his head sadly and nodded. "I couldn't agree with you more... however, Dolores has ordered that everyone be in the Great Hall at eight o' clock tomorrow morning. I have a feeling she won't show Dorea any kindness whatsoever. She will glory at the pain this will put her through, and she would sooner marry a muggle than spare her this agony."
"But Headmaster, she doesn't even know what she is planning! What a horrible thing to wake up to, hearing that books of your life we're going to be read aloud to the entire school! At least warn her, let her prepare herself mentally, let her seek comfort from her friends!"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Dolores made it quite clear that nobody at Hogwarts but the staff should know… but," he said, before the Gryffindor head of house could protest, "I think we could help, perhaps, by bringing in a few people who would support Dorea." He lifted his head, and Minerva was surprised to see that his eyes were moist. "If you would, Minerva, send an owl to a few of Potter's close friends."
"The Weasleys, and Lupin definitely," she said, trying to name the people she knew cared about Harry very much. "Tonks and Mad Eye…"
"And Sirius." said Dumbledore.
"Do be reasonable, Dumbledore," she said, "You know Black can't come to Hogwarts; not with all those Ministry workers Dolores invited."
"I think," he said politely, "That Sirius may be one of the only people who will truly be able to help Dorea cope with this. I know Sirius would most definitely not want to miss this… he should be safe if he agrees to come in his animagus form, at least until the books prove him innocent."
McGonagall nodded, slightly reluctantly, being worried for Black's safety. "I'll see to it that those owls are sent, Headmaster."
"Dorea? Dorea! DOREA!"
Dorea Potter sat bolt upright in her bed up in Gryffindor Tower. She was sweating profusely, and shaking uncontrollably.
"Are you okay, Rory?" Hemione Granger, Dorea's best friend, stood next to her bed in her pink pajamas looking very worried.
Dorea shuddered and wiped some sweat off her face. "Yeah," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "I'm fine, 'mione."
Hemione gave her a look that clearly said she didn't believe her. "Rubbish." she stated.
Dorea sighed and lowered her head back onto the pillow. "Nightmare." she whispered.
Hermione didn't ask any more questions, for which Dorea was grateful. She had visited the graveyard again… and she didn't want to dwell on it. "What time is it?" she asked, trying to get off the subject.
"It's nearly eight, "Hermione said, looking worriedly at her friend.
"I'm fine," Dorea said again, "Really."
After getting dressed, Dorea and Hermione met Ron in the nearly empty Common Room.
"Dorea, you look awful!" He said the moment he saw her pale face.
Dorea just shrugged. "So what do you reckon old Toadface wants?" she asked, yawning.
"Better not be another decree, "Ron said darkly, "Or I swear I'll strangle her!"
"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded.
"You're right Hermione, sorry!" he lowered his voice so only Dorea could hear. "Only 'cause Ol' Toadface deserves worse than that."
Dorea stifled a snigger at that.
"C'mon Dorea, Ron, or we'll be late!" said Hermione, ushering them out of the portrait hole. "I wouldn't put it past Umbridge to give you another detention just for not arriving on time."
Dorea clenched her fist absently, so that the words 'I must not tell lies' were clearly visible. The last thing she needed was another detention.
The Great Hall was nearly full by the time the three Gryffindors arrived. It buzzed with excited chatter as everyone was wondering why the meeting was called.
"That's Dad's boss!" said Ron, pointing at none other than Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself. Hermione slapped his hand, muttering something under her breath about 'being rude'. Fudge was sitting next to Umbridge, both looking suspiciously happy about something. Dorea knew, whatever had put Toadface in such a good mood, couldn't possibly be good. Dorea was about to point this out to Ron when she noticed that her friend was scowling. Following Ron's glare, Dorea saw Percy Weasley, Ron's older and rather used brother. As Dorea seated herself at the Gryffindor table, she wasn't surprised that Ron's three siblings that still attended Hogwarts, Fred, George, and Ginny, were all scowling at their older brother as well, who had just taken a seat next to the Minister.
"Look at that old git," Fred muttered under his breath, looking at Percy.
"He's sitting by the king of gits," George added.
"Oh shut up!" snapped Ginny.
"Fred and George have a point, Ginny, Percy is a git." said Ron helpfully.
"Why is the Minister here?" asked Dorea.
"Beats me," said Ron, whose eyes hadn't yet left his brother and couldn't seemingly care less.
"Hem, hem!" Dolores cleared her throat none too quietly.
Dorea saw some of the teachers, sitting up at their usual seats, clench their jaws. Obviously, whatever was going on, they didn't like it.
The students of Hogwarts, all of which now knew how vile Umbridge could get, were silent immediately.
As she opened her mouth to speak, however, the doors to the Great Hall burst open, and in stepped-
"Professor Lupin!" several students cheered for their old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Lupin, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charley, Tonks, Mad Eye Moody and-
"Sirius…" Dorea muttered under her breath as she saw the great black dog following Lupin on his heels.
Moody went and took a seat by Dumbledore, but everyone else came and sat themselves at the Gryffindor table. "Wotcher, Rory!" Tonks winked, whose hair was a violent shade of orange.
Sirius ran straight to Dorea, barking happily. Dorea grinned and ruffled the dog's hair, who barked again, before sitting down and resting his head on Dorea's knee.
Umbridge looked like she was about to start yelling, but Dumbledore cut her off, making quite a few people smile. "These people are here on my orders, Dolores." Dumbledore said pleasantly. "And I assure you, the dog is very well trained."
Sirius chose that moment to bark, making a few students laugh.
"Silence!" snapped Umbridge.
"Now, now, Dolores, they're only children." Said a woman Doea hadn't noticed before. She recognized her as the aunt of a Hufflepuff student Susan Bones, and also as a Ministry official who had attended her hearing that summer.
"Now," said Umbridge in her sickeningly sweet voice that often made Dorea want to puke, "I've called you all here today so that you may all finally know the truth."
Dorea felt a strong sense of foreboding. her stomach flipped uncomfortably, though she wasn't completely sure why.
"I have here," she said, smiling sweetly, "A few books that will be read aloud about a certain student here at Hogwarts over the next week. "
The feeling in Dorea's stomach seemed to double. Surely this didn't mean what she thought it did. Surely Dumbledore wouldn't allow this to happen.
"I am talking, of course, about Miss. Dorea Potter."
"NO!" Dorea was on her feet, staring daggers at Umbridge. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" she yelled in outrage.
"I think you'll find that I can." she said sweetly. "You see, I have the whole of the Ministry on my side."
Dorea turned to the doors of the Great Hall. she wasn't going to stand for this; she was leaving.
"Stop right there, miss Potter!" cried Umbridge.
Dorea kept walking. she was not going to relive that night… in the graveyard… she could not bear to see Cedric die again, to hear about it in detail… to hear her own guilty thoughts; she already had enough of that in her sleep.
The doors in front of Dorea magically swung shut. she tried the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. she turned and glared at Umbridge with such intensity and hate, her smile faltered.
"Return to your seat, miss Potter." she said calmly.
"Let me out." she said quietly.
"No. You will sit down now."
"Let. Me. Out." she was shaking with rage.
"ENOUGH!" she shouted.
"Rory…" it was Lupin. "Come sit down. Please." He didn't want Dorea getting in trouble with the Ministry again.
Dorea didn't move.
Hermione stood up and walked to Dorea. Taking her hand, she calmly led her back to the table. As she sat down, her body slumped as it recognized defeat and her anger evaporated. she looked down at her hands, avoiding anyone's gaze.
This isn't fair, thought Hermione; She's the last person that deserves this. Seeing her sitting there like that, looking like all life had left her, it made her want to cry.
"We will start reading after breakfast." said Umbridge, looking triumphant.
At that moment, the tables filled with delicious looking food. Dorea didn't touch any of it.
"You should eat, Dorea." Mrs. Weasley said kindly.
Dorea shook her head, but she didn't look up. "Not hungry." she mumbled.
"No wonder you're a skinny girl," Fred said, trying to cheer Dorea up.
"You don't eat anything!" finished George.
It didn't work.
"Oh, come on Rory," said Ron. "It's not all bad. I mean, now everyone will know you've been telling the truth!"
"Yeah; Sirius will be proved innocent too!" said Hermione.
This made Dorea smile. she ruffled the black dog's hair, and Sirius barked again.
"Hem, hem!" Umbridge coughed, after the food had disappeared. "We will start now. The first book is called Dorea Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone'.
Snape sneered; he really didn't want to hear about the spoiled and pampered life of the famous Miss Potter.
"Chapter one," started Umbridge in her sickeningly sweet voice, "The Girl Who Lived."
"Hey, that's you!" shouted the twins in mock surprise while pointing at Dorea.
Dorea sighed. This was going to be a long week.