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Madison Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 14: McGonagall's Warning

With our bags slung across our shoulders, Harry and I walked to McGonagalls office.

"That woman..." I scowled.

"Tell me about it." My older twin brother muttered back to me.

Soon, we reached the familiar classroom of Professor McGonagall. I pushed open the door, because Harry was too scared to do so.

"Why won't you open the door?" I asked him, curious.

"Because she scares me sometimes." He replied, causing me to roll my eyes at him.

So, after I pushed open the door, I was thankfully greeted with the sight of no class what so ever being taught. Instead, I was greeted with the sight of a cat reading the newspaper with an apparent scowl on her face.

Harry and I looked at each other, trying to hold into a laugh.

"Professor?" I asked, hiding the laugh in my voice.

She suddenly glanced up, and saw us standing there. She transformed back into her usual form.

"What are you two here for?"

Harry handed her the slips from Umbitch. Her lips pinched together as she read it, her face becoming pale and her eyes looked at us with sympathy as she gave the slips of paper back to us.

"Let's go into my office." She sighed, and Harry and I followed her.

"Wow, nice place you have Professor!" I said, being truthful.

Her office did in fact look homey, and it had a warm and fuzzy feeling about it. There was a bright fire in the background. There were pictures on the walls; who was in those pictures?

"Thank you, Madison." She smiled as she sat down at her oak desk. We sat down in the two chairs in front of it.

"Is it true that both of you said these things to Dolores Umbridge?" She asked us, looking over her half-moon spectacles.

"Yes. We said those to Professor Umbitch."

"Harry!" I said.

"You came up with the name!" He laughed.

"Doesn't mean you can use at any time that you want to." I muttered, for him and McGonagall to hear.

"I see," the cat animagus said, and she suddenly turned stern, "you have to be careful with her."

"Why?" Asked Harry.

I honestly felt like slapping the back of his head. So I did.

"Because she works for the Ministry of Magic, dumbass."

"Yes. So I'm warning you both."

We nodded.

"Now have a biscuit, Potters."