Which was why she found herself leading Umbridge into the forbidden forest, doing the one thing she hated to do: improvise. For some reason, it worked in their favour for once and Hermione briefly wondered if keeping Skeeter trapped in a jar had been worse or not, as she watched the centaurs dragging Umbridge deeper into the forbidden forest. Her high-pitched, terrified screeches echoed through the trees and were suddenly cut off. It didn’t matter, because Harry couldn’t lose Sirius.