Camp Hogwarts

We reached the ground floor and Dolores headed to the judge's podium. She was wearing a golden necklace...oh, crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap...
Harry was also down there, and he seemed to notice. He edged his way over to us and sat down next to Percy. "What are you doing here?" he hissed.
"Miss Umbridge," I muttered. Harry groaned under his breath.
"Well, since you had an appointment with Umbridge herself, couldn't you grab the locket?" he asked, obviously trying to control his anger. I shook my head. He sighed. "That's...going to make this a bit harder. All right. We'll figure this out. But first we have to save Ron's fake wife." Percy looked ready to save a stranger, because he's weird and heroic like that, but I wasn't quite as easily persuaded.
"We don't even know her, and we have to save the wizarding world. I'm sorry, guys, but I don't think it's a safe choice."
"Oi, you sound like Hermione," groaned Harry, at the same time as Percy mumbled, "Well, hello there, Annabeth." I sighed.
"We just--" I was interrupted by the actual Hermione, who had flown in--not literally--looking frenzied.
"They'll kill her. For being a Muggle-born. Why would they--she doesn't deserve--she's a witch as much as the--the rest of them!" she stuttered furiously. Percy looked at me as if to say See? She gets it. I rolled my eyes and then widened them as a tan, buff wizard walked in, pulling Nico by the scruff of his shirt. Nico was kicking and punching the air, yelling that he was a half-blood American wizard taking a tour of London. The wizard rolled his eyes.
"This young man was seen lurking around the Ministry. He looks suspicious."
Of course, I thought. We left the one who looks like a punk outside... Will took the elevator down and sat near us. When he saw Nico, he took a double take. "Um, Miss Umbridge?" Hermione asked timidly.
"What, Hopkirk?" Umbridge barked, licking her thin lips as she looked at Nico.
"I'm sorry. That's my...er...cousin's son's best friend. You see, my cousin...sent his son and this young man to London, but his son got sick with...um...with the flu. And Nico...las--Nicholas, this boy, he got bored, and so I told him he could accompany me to the Ministry. Ah, he's at his...rebellious teenage years, so he refused to come inside, but he stayed out because he's not of legal age to Apparate." Umbridge looked at Hermione, already beady eyes narrowing more.
"Hm. Young man, what is your wand made of?" Umbridge asked suddenly. Luckily, Nico was used to making up stories on the spot.
"I don't really have one right now--uh, me and Diego, my best friend, we were fooling around with magic, and I broke it. But it was 11 and 3/4 inches, made of oak, core of a dragon heartstring." Umbridge seemed to be thinking the British version of seems legit.
"Fooling around with magic? Outside of school?" she simpered.
"Uh, no. We're...uh...homeschooled. Our parents didn't believe Hogwarts was safe, with...ah...Du-Dumb--Dumbledore still in charge. We're planning to attend this year." Umbridge smiled.
"Hopkirk?" she barked again.
"Yes, ma'am?" Hermione replied.
"Keep this boy with you. I want to make sure he isn't a Squib. Now," she said, looking over at Percy and I, "the entertainment. Mrs. Cattermole, you have been proved guilty of not being a real witch. John and Lucille, please come and give your, er, presentation." She smiled, her flabby face widening even more. I lifted my wand, my hand trembling, but before I could cast the Bat-Bogey Hex, dementors slunk in. I felt a feeling I hadn't felt since third year--pure despair. Umbridge shuddered, but tried her best to smile.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Lucille and John, but we're on a tight schedule. Maybe next hearing?" she asked politely. We nodded. Percy's eyes were wide. Harry looked at a Dementor, straight in the hood, and whipped out his wand.
"Please...er...Mafalda,Reginald, Lucille. Help me," he pleaded.
I took out my wand and pointed it at the Dementor. "Ex-Expecto--" I thought of the first day of sword-fighting, and how I beat up Percy and felt like I actually belonged somewhere. "Expecto Patronum!" I bellowed. A silver wolf bounded towards the Dementors, looked back at me for a fraction of a second, and then pounced and burst into shimmering light. Harry's stag did the same, as did Hermione's otter.
"A corporeal patronus," Harry murmured, and then smiled and frowned at the same time. "That was for Amelia Bones!" he yelled, and burst out. I felt that my place was more with the demigods than with the wizards, so I stayed and shot at Umbridge. I could feel the Potion wearing off. I slowly became smaller, thinner, and brunette. Umbridge gasped. She seemed to recognize me.
"Arrest them!" she screeched, and the Ministry officers ran towards us. Percy shot a tiny tsunami at each of them and Annabeth threw some weird bomb with blades thing she'd made using Daedalus's laptop. Nico had skeletons rise out of the floor and grapple with the Dementors--since they had no soul, the Kiss wasn't really a big setback for them. Will grabbed his own bow and shot at everyone with me.
"Guys!" I yelled. "I think they're out! Let's go! We have to leave!" Will ran, turned back, shot off the locket so that it fell right in his open palm, and then turned around and ran again. We all exited in a similar fashion. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were waiting for us. They, too, were slowly morphing back.
"We have to go now," Harry said forcefully, and we all joined hands. "We're going to Apparate," he explained. The man who had threatened Ron--Yaxley, I remembered--grabbed onto Hermione's arm just as we disappeared into nothingness.

Notes

This one's a little longer...but I had too much to write and I didn't want to split it up into multiple chapters. Thanks to everyone who's read this and subscribed, commented, and rated; I really appreciate it!