She stopped us at the entrance of the Headmaster’s Office. Harry, being essentially carried by Mr. Filch. We waited a couple of minutes as Harry and I were looking at each other. Both of us had that same look, same silent conversation. No matter what, we were in this together. Those few minutes flew by as the Minister, Percy Weasley, some unknown person, and Shacklebolt came down the hallway. Mr. Filch handed Harry to Percy while Umbridge handed me to the unknown grunt. 