You, Fred, and George were sitting on a bench. It was your seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry’s fifth. Umbridge had made a first year cry. The first year was sitting in your lap as you rocked him back and forth. Fred and George helped soothe him. “The pain goes away eventually.” Fred whispered soothingly. You heard the annoying high pigched clearing of a throat. Umbridge. “What did I tell you about giving punishment to those who deserve it?” She asked in that annoying high pitched voice. “Just ignore her.” George whispered soothingly. You rubbed his back soothingly.