Bloom continued to dwell on what the hat said, a great darkness, but what could be that dark and evil within her, from what she could scrape up from the remains of her memories to get a personality, she appeared to be the complete opposite of evil and darkness so what did that hat sense?. Questions continued to swarm bloom's mind while conversations went on throughout the great hall as they waited for the food to appear.

"Now before we start the welcoming feast I would like to introduce you to our new defence against the dark arts teacher miss Delores Umbridge (unsure on spelling)" Dumbledore said and was about to follow with the usual warnings for the first year and transfer students when he was interrupted by the annoying voice of the toad like woman.

"Thank you professor now I would like to say I am very looking forward to…" she said before beginning one of the most pathetic speeches anyone (including me) has ever heard. Through the whole speech bloom just stared at the toad like woman, she could feel the darkness within her soul, there was nothing good left she wanted power to control what ever she could by any means. Bloom then smirked but she didn't know why, it was then she felt it, a glimmer of darkness within her soul, it seemed to respond to the darkness that was Umbridge, only bloom could feel how strong that small glimmer of darkness was and Umbridge's darkness wasn't even a drop of the glimmer of darkness within bloom.

Bloom's palm then went to her head and the darkness seemed to fade away, locked way once again.

That night…

Hermione had found out she was head girl and Ron was head boy and as such she got a private room in the Gryffindor common room, she had pulled some strings so that bloom could share the room with her so she could help with her memory problem. Hermione and bloom's bed were next to each others, bloom's was also closest to the fire she felt the lit fire calling to her but she didn't know why. "Bloom what aren't you telling me?" Hermione asked she knew bloom was hiding something.

"The sorting hat it said something to me before it met the dragon and well…" bloom replied before trailing off.

"What did it say?" Hermione pressed.

"I don't want to talk about it at least not until I have more of my memory back" bloom replied, her eyes glowing with despair and loneliness. Hermione accepted the response, she had been about to press further but decided not to when she saw the look in bloom's eyes.

The next day…

Bloom had just received her schedule and wasn't too happy with her first lesson, defence against the dark arts. Bloom and the trio then headed to the defence against the dark arts lesson and they weren't too happy to find out how Umbridge was planning on teaching the class.

"now take out your text books and turn to page 257, anatomy of pixies and faeries" Umbridge said.

"err…professor there's nothing in here about spells" Hermione pointed out.

"of course…why would you need to use spells in my class room, this is a method approved by the ministry. This way you can learn what you need to know in a risk free environment" Umbridge replied.

Harry then began to object to Umbridge's teachings and began ranting about he who must not be named and ended up with detention and Umbridge was fuming, she was practically giving off darkness, within her rage.

"Now if there are no further questions…" Umbridge began until she was interrupted.

"Actually I have something to ask what did you mean by what we 'need' to know. As it sounds to me that the ministry has you skipping certain aspects of our education, perhaps to stop possible student rebellions in the coming war" bloom said as she met Umbridge's glare.

"There will be no war, he is not back and I will teach how I want to teach!" Umbridge bellowed.

"Oh there is a war coming I can feel it a strong darkness has risen and it is gathering followers, raising an army and your too scared to believe it." Bloom replied with an even tone, images began to flow into her mind of all the enemies she had ever faced and the wars she fought against them but the information was limited.

"He is not back. And there will be no war!" she bellowed causing all the students to flinch, all except one, bloom.

"Listen I've been in plenty of wars and battles…so I know when people are on the edge of war even if they don't know it themselves" bloom replied.

"Detention…you shall join Mr Potter in detention" Umbridge squealed before her tone returned to 'normal'.

Bloom then rose out of her chair and slammed her hands on her desk and glared into Umbridge's eyes "for what telling you about the little bit I remember about my past and if I recall, Dumbledore had told all the staff to listen to what I can remember about my past and to help me regain my lost memories. So what grounds are you using to punish me" bloom roared, her voice gradually becoming even and calm once again. Umbridge then lost her temper.

"Expeliarmos" (not sure on spelling) Umbridge yelled as she whipped out her wand, the spell was hen fired at bloom, bloom simply rose her arm and the spell struck her palm, with no affect whatsoever, bloom then smirked as she absorbed the power of the spell, Umbridge then froze wide eyed, shocked by what happened and swore she saw bloom's eyes turn yellow she then began to send several lethal spells at bloom who simply absorbed them all.

"Have you thought of grounds for my detention yet because so far all you've done is try to falsely punish a student for doing what she was supposed to do if she remembered anything and attacked that student with lethal spells. Hmm I wonder what the ministry would say and all the civilians a respected member of the ministry attacking an innocent student with no grounds to do so" bloom taunted.

In the end bloom received detention for disrupting the lesson. Bloom began to flick through the text book and found herself interested in the chapters on faeries, pixies and the lost power of the dragon fire. Then while Umbridge was giving one of her pre-school toned speeches bloom pulled a small book out of her robe pocket, it was one of the few things she had with her when she was found on the streets, she opened the book to see ancient texts that would be too old for anyone to translate, yet bloom read it as if it was written in English, the book referred to balancing forces and how to tap into the true power within ones self by tapping into their own darkness.

A/N I hope this chapter lived up to expectations, open to ideas plz R&R.