#detention with umbridge

[dracosdarlingg]

Slytherin boys reaction to your detention with professor Umbridge

Warnings for slight torture description

Professor Umbridge made it clear that you had to raise your hand before you spoke in her class, and you kept forgetting (but only because most of your other professors didn’t care whether you raised your hand or not) after her 4th time reminding you she decided that detention is what you needed. Once it was time she asked you to write lines that stated I must raise my hand before I speak in class over 100 times with her special quill…

Draco

You couldn't get out of that classroom fast enough, the pain and humiliation you felt (for crying in front of a professor, who wasn't even sympathetic either, just claimed you deserved it!) was too overwhelming. Draco already knew something was wrong, he could always tell when you're not yourself. "What happened love?" he carefully asked. You, being too afraid of bursting into tears if you tried to speak even though silent tears rolled down your face anyway, showed Draco your hand. "Fucking Umbridge, I'm going to kill her!" Draco was so mad that she did this to you, and all he wished to do was make her pay. "Draco, please, it hurts and I'm tired" you sighed, feeling defeated. "aw love, c'mere" Draco held his arms out for you to crush into.

Mattheo

The both of you had landed yourselves in detention, Mattheo landed himself cleaning the boys lavatory as he was caught smoking by professor Flitwick. You on the other hand landed yourself in detention with the school's most feared professor. Mattheo finished first and when he walked back to the common room he was shocked to not find you there. So he decided to wait outside of the dada classroom, you walked out 10 minutes later cradling your hand and trying your best not to cry. "Why are you holding your hand like that darling?" he mused, clearly confirming that he's never had detention with Umbridge before. "My hand hurts is all, should be fine by tomorrow" you tried to brush it off but Mattheo was having none of that, he grabbed your hand and was seething. He wanted to give Umbridge a piece of his mind but you told him not to as it would only land him in trouble too. He instead opted for watching the fire and having cuddles.

Blaise

You didn't want Blaise to know, it was just a silly little wound that would heal up by tomorrow anyway. Putting some gloves on just incase he saw your hand before walking to dinner. "Why are you wearing gloves baby? it's so hot in here" Blaise claimed, a confused look on his face. Fuck, maybe this wasn't a good plan. "Oh really, I'm quite cold" you lied as best as you could, but Blaise wasn't buying it, and neither did Theodore as he chimed in too also wondering why you were wearing gloves. "Show me your hands" Blaise bluntly asked, even more concerned. "Just eat Blaise" "show me your hands now!" you sighed, you could no longer avoid it. Taking off the gloves, you showed Blaise who gasped. "Baby, why didn't you show me earlier!" he brought you into his arms, and you silently cried being suddenly so overcome with emotion. "I'll talk to Snape tomorrow."

Theodore

You rushed out of the classroom the second Umbridge said you could, wanting to get as far away from her as possible. Theodore was chatting with his friends by the fire when you basically ran into his arms sobbing. "Oh love, whats the matter?" he soothingly ran one of his hands through your hair, his friends held a concerned look. "Dude, look at her hand" Draco urged, pointing to it. So thats what Theodore did, anger flashed across his face when doing so. "Did Umbridge do this to you?" he asked once you managed to calm down. "She said I deserved it, but all I did was forget to raise my hand!" you were getting angry yourself. "No one deserves to be tortured love, please don't let her words get to you" His friends kindly left, letting you have your privacy as he cuddled you and thought of ways to fix the situation.

Lorenzo

It was late at night, mostly everyone had gone to bed, everyone except for Lorenzo. He knew you had detention and he wanted to wait up for you, unfortunately he fell asleep in front of the fire. Lorenzo awoke to the sounds of quiet sniffling, you had returned and Immediately sought comfort in your boyfriends arms. "What happened baby? can you look at me?" he cupped your face in his hands, frowning as small tears fell down your face. "Umbridge asked me to write lines..." you whispered, not trusting your voice. Lorenzo didn't need to hear anymore, the anger evident on his face. "I'm getting that bitch fired tomorrow. well technically I'll ask Snape too" this made you chuckle, and snuggle further into him, falling asleep while the burnt amber dies down.

Tom

You didn't want Tom to know, being the loose canon that he was you were unsure of Umbridges wellbeing if Tom knew. By loose canon you meant Tom would kill for you, and he has killed for you. You tried your best hide your hands, but Tom wasn't an idiot. "You had detention with Umbridge" he stated, in a rare moment when he allowed you to cuddle, figuring that it was ease you in your current state. "How?" you asked, kinda dumbfounded he already knew. "I've already had her fired, so she can't do this to you ever again" Tom explained, and you smiled. "Aw, I'd thought you may have killed her" "Oh trust me I want to, but then I would be away from the only person who makes life tolerable." "me?" "if you make me say it I won't hesitate to hex you."

[firendgold]

If you're still doing the choose violence ask game: 2 (👀), 9, 10, 22 ?

I got such a rush from finally answering the first ask that I'm doing this for as long as people send me questions. So here we go again!

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

anon, I'm at work. I'm seeing this at work. :'D

Okay, serious face. Albus Dumbledore is probably my fave if I have to choose between him and Harry on this blog. I just have to figure out why he would never...

Bottom. Albus would never, I'm sorry. He won't. He can't. Like, maybe when he was having his whirlwind summer romance with Gellert, he bottomed every single time they fucked because he was so in love and this was his equal and his partner and so what if he was a little rough and distant sometimes in the bedroom, and always wanted to top and tug his hair and hiss out orders? This was The Man The Universe Had Crafted For Him, and he would absolutely bottom for him every time... and then the summer of 1899 ends. And Ariana dies. And Aberforth breaks Albus' nose. And Gellert fucks off to go be a fascist.

And Albus, alone and heartbroken, resolves to never trust someone that completely again, never love someone that same way, and never let anyone get into a position of power over him where they might be able to use his knowledge and talents for ill. That means physically, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically... carnally. So he has sex with plenty of other people, and even falls in love with a few of them, but he is in control at all times. He never bottoms again.

That's all I've got for that one.

9. worst part of canon

So the first answer that came to mind is posted here, but for fairness' sake I'll try to come up with another worst thing. (That's not related to ships, because I'm trying really hard not to be THAT violent on the violence ask game.)

I think... that if That Woman was going to introduce international schools, students and characters in the middle book of the series, she should have done more with them than having them vanish after Goblet of Fire, only to come back for either fake romantic tension and one line of exposition about the Hitler allegory Dark Lord of the Before-Times (Krum, Deathly Hallows) or to be married off to a Weasley for an aesop of It's Not About His Looks Now That They're Jacked Up (Fleur, Half-Blood Prince). I'm not saying Fleur and Viktor HAD to be best buddies forever with Harry, but it is weird that they have this unique bond that no other young students have had with each other in hundreds of years, they even lost one of their fellow champions, Dumbledore gives this very moving speech about remaining connected and not letting darkness and prejudice sever new ties, and then... nothing. No side adventures in France or wherever Durmstrang is, no communication from either side, nothing.

Feels like a huge letdown in hindsight.

10. worst part of fanon

Oh, no. That's not fair. There's just so many.

If I had to consolidate what I currently don't like about the HP fandom/fanon into a few lines, I think I would say that I hate the pureblood/Dark side apologism. I do believe in nuance in characters. I do believe redemption and/or walking different paths is an important theme in Harry Potter, and I think it's fascinating to explore that with any and every character you can think of, even characters I may not personally like. But I really, really hate the way the fandom has taken that and twisted it into this idea that we were sold a lie at the start: that the British magical government was fine the way it was, and so was the society around it; that Dark magic Isn't All That Bad, Really, and there are actually Good and non-prejudiced things about a few rich bitches passing down their knowledge and secrets and slurs for generations within the Family, and keeping the Family "Pure" is cool actually, and none of this has any relation to real life ideas about miscegenation and classism and racism and eugenics, what are you talking about?

It's just so worrying. As a minority, when I see people on tumblr/twitter/AO3 gleefully agreeing that we need to eat the rich and fix society and eradicate all the horrid -isms and -archys ruining all our lives, then watch them turn around and write a 200k epic where Dumbledore was the evil one for locking the Horcrux books away and championing marginalized members of society, Hermione is just uppity for wanting to make necessary changes to the darker parts of magical society that That Woman was literally pointing out for a reason, and Tom Riddle is only bad because he took the good segregationist pureblood ideas and added murder to them... and when that fic gets thousands of comments agreeing with them full stop with no examination of any of that... it makes me anxious, at a minimum. The same thing is happening now with Grindelwald now that he's actually a figure on the screen and not just some dude mentioned a few times in the book series: same apologism, same justification of atrocities, same good-guy-blame-games, same blorbofication even.

On the one hand... fiction doesn't always directly reflect or affect reality. On the other... this unironic pro-pureblood meta is a pervasive concept that has popped up in thousands of fics written by thousands of fanfic writers. It's happened for years, and it keeps happening, and I see very few fans speaking out against it or even acknowledging it as a problem. So that makes me ask myself, who actually is willing and able to examine the injustices of our society and build a better imaginary society through the lens of HP fanfiction, and who's okay with the prejudice in the HP world as long as it's coming from the faves they're attracted to?

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Happily, this is a harder question to answer because I've been finding so many like minds in the past 5 years who go feral over the same 20 HP scenes as I do. ^^ But give me a sec, I'll think of something.

...

Okay. Got it.

In order to answer this question, I have to go back to the first time I, young teenager, avid reader, recent reader of the HP series once book 5 was out, realized that Harry and Dumbledore had a much deeper relationship than just headmaster and student. The thing that made me latch on to them and project like crazy, basically.

It's the scene in Goblet of Fire chapter 36 where Harry has been rescued from Fake Moody and he's in Dumbledore's office with Dumbledore and Sirius. Dumbledore asks Harry to relay everything that happened to him once he touched the Portkey in the maze—and immediately Sirius tries to protect Harry from having to relive it now, so soon after it's happened. And then this scene happens.

Dumbledore stopped talking. He sat down opposite Harry, behind his desk. He was looking at Harry, who avoided his eyes. Dumbledore was going to question him. He was going to make Harry relive everything. “I need to know what happened after you touched the Portkey in the maze, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “We can leave that till morning, can’t we, Dumbledore?” said Sirius harshly. He had put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Let him have a sleep. Let him rest.” Harry felt a rush of gratitude toward Sirius, but Dumbledore took no notice of Sirius’s words. He leaned forward toward Harry. Very unwillingly, Harry raised his head and looked into those blue eyes. “If I thought I could help you,” Dumbledore said gently, “by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened.” The phoenix let out one soft, quavering note. It shivered in the air, and Harry felt as though a drop of hot liquid had slipped down his throat into his stomach, warming him, and strengthening him. He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, visions of everything that had passed that night seemed to rise before his eyes; he saw the sparkling surface of the potion that had revived Voldemort; he saw the Death Eaters Apparating between the graves around them; he saw Cedric’s body, lying on the ground beside the cup. Once or twice, Sirius made a noise as though about to say something, his hand still tight on Harry’s shoulder, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him, and Harry was glad of this, because it was easier to keep going now he had started. It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him. It was costing him every bit of determination he had to keep talking, yet he sensed that once he had finished, he would feel better.

This is one of the best scenes in the entire book, the entire series. It completely refutes the fanon Dumbledore who is often cold, cruel, inflexible and unrelenting in his quest for whatever the author wants him to be inflexible and cruel about at the time. It shows that Dumbledore, the real Albus Dumbledore, is one of the few people who understands what Harry needs and is able to provide it to him, even when others who also care for Harry would rather protect him or shield him from what he needs.

Kid me was particularly taken by how gentle Dumbledore is with Harry here. It made me look back and see how in some ways this scene, this closeness, is the culmination of all the times they've met and spoken before.

(You can imagine how painful it was reading Order of the Phoenix right after this.)

But yeah, that's probably one of my favorite scenes that other people ignore or haven't talked about/drawn/written about much. Which is ironic, because the scene right after that where Harry talks about Voldemort taking his blood and Dumbledore's eyes do the triumphant "lol Voldemort just fucked up" gleam is probably one of THE most talked-about scenes in the fandom (even though to this fucking day in 2023 people still don't realize what the gleam meant, when even That Woman has clarified what it meant in INTERVIEWS).

...And for me, safely at the end of the questions, that's all she wrote.

[dark-elf-writes]

WIZARDS WOULDN’T KNOW ABOUT UPDOG AND HARRY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THAT FACT CONSTANTLY

[stabby-apologist]

It's so Umbridge to put like 13 big spoons of sugar inside the cup the size of an espresso shot.

[limetimo]

Listening to OotP audiobook and all the (prominent) adults are at their top shittiness in that book

[phoenixspeaker]

       𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎. 𝐎𝐍𝐄.   Lee loves doing impressions and is quite good at them. He loves to use different voices and create funny scenarios with his impressions. While he was talented at matching expressions of whoever he was trying to impersonate he’d often use magic  ( such as transfigurations or using potions )  to further his jokes by morphing his features or doing a quick change of his clothes.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 11

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖗 Umbridge's office, taking a brief look around. It look absolutely horrid. I had much preferred Dad's office with his fascinating creatures in it. Now, it looked like a Muggle tea shop.

The entire room was pink. There were vases of dried flowers on the tables. There were ornamental cat plates hanging up around the wall. Each one was wearing a different bow around their necks. I noticed that even the fireplace in the far end of the room seemed to be draped with pink streamers and the floo powder in the bowl was somehow pink though I'd never seen anything but green powder before.

"You're early Miss Kane." Professor Umbridge said and pointed to a desk in the corner, "You'll be sitting there, writing lines." I sat down in the seat. I had brought nothing with me.

She put a piece of parchment in front of me along with a sleek black quill I had seen in my visions.

"What am I to write?" I asked stiffly.

She paused for a moment and then said, "As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut."

I glared up at her hotly. "You really want that etched into my skin?"

She looked a bit disconcerted and then said, "Of course, you would've seen what the quills do. . . but no one's going to care. . . except your half-breed of a father."

I stood up hotly and she pushed me down, her stubby fingers burning into my shoulders, "You will write what your told to write Miss Kane. I repeat. As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut."

I picked up the quill angrily as Harry came in.

"Same thing as last night Mr. Potter." Umbridge said. "Get to work."

As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut

I gritted my teeth as the red ink appeared on the paper and my hand was sliced open.

As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut

I wrote the line nearly seventy times before the night was out. My hand was red but nothing was etched in.

The next night followed and I wrote the same thing.

And the next night I wrote the same thing. By Thursday, the words were staying on my skin and by the third hour, the blood wasn't just turning into ink. There was so much, it was spilling down my wrist onto the paper. I didn't stop writing. I wasn't going to stop writing.

But Harry stopped writing and at the sound of his quill stopping, Professor Umbridge looked up and came over and looked at our hands.

"Ah, Good. That ought to serve as a reminder to you, oughtn't it? You may leave for tonight."

"Do I still have to come back tomorrow?" Harry asked, picking up his bag with his left hand rather than his right hand.

"Oh yes. Yes, I think we can etch the message a little deeper with another evening's work. Six more evenings for you, Miss Kane." Umbridge said with an evil smile.

I stormed out of the room and sped down the hallway. Harry didn't catch up. I headed into the bathroom and washed the back of my hand. The words had faded some and weren't as deep as before. It looked like scabs on the back of my hand now. I dried off the back of my hand and then headed to the dungeons.

I knocked and heard him say enter and I came in. He was already sweeping into the office and I hurried after him, closing the door behind me. His cloak was on the chair and his shoes were off and he was laying down on the bed.

I took off my own cloak and shoes and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling against his chest. I put my written hand upside down so he couldn't see it. He put his cheek on the top of my head and sighed.

"I have a question." I said in an innocent voice. "Two, actually."

"Okay." He said, his arm around me tightened a little bit.

"Okay, first of all, do you like cats?"

"Er- I suppose so." He said, a little taken aback by this question. "Why?"

"I'll let you know later." I said. "Also, if you were slicing a body part open by a magical source and wanted to heal it, what would you use to do so?"

"Murtlap essence of course." Severus said.

"That's right, I was forgetting what it was called." I murmured under my breath.

"Why?" He asked.

"Just blatant curiosity." I said, my cheeks reddening.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked in a somewhat amused, somewhat exasperated voice.

"Positive." I said lightly.

"Well you're bleeding all over the bed." He said.

I looked down at my hand and brought it up. "Damn, I thought I'd taken care of it."

I moved to get up off the bed, but he grabbed my hand. I yelped in pain as his fingers brushed the words and he looked at it.

His cheeks turned a strange color of purple and said, "I thought she was going to have you doing lines?"

"She is." I said weakly, jerking my hand out his grasp and running water over it again at a potions sink he had in the corner. "With a cursed quill. Harry's having the words, 'I must not tell lies' etched into his skin."

"I'm going to tell Dumbledore." Severus said in a cold voice, "Scourgify." I supposed he was cleaning the bed.

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter. He can't do anything about it. Each Professor is allowed to give the punishment that they want." I heard him rummaging around in the shelves and then when I came back to the bed he had a bowl of murtlap essence for me. I stuck my hand in it and it felt immensely better.

"That feels great." I murmured, closing my eyes and leaning against his shoulder. "I'm so tired."

He kissed my cheek. I curled up on his lap and he positioned the bowl so that I could be more comfortable and after some time, I fell asleep.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 disoriented and the first thing I did was check my hand. There wasn't a mark on it. Severus may have done some spells last night to heal it.

"Oh she's not going to be pleased." I murmured sleepily, gazing at my hand. "But I guess she has a whole full week to carve it in anyways."

Severus shifted under me, "I'll keep healing it, I'm not letting her ruin the back of your hand like that."

"Thanks." I said, kissing his cheek and slipping out of bed. "See you later."

"Tomorrow night." He said, rolling back over in bed. His first class wasn't until ten. I grinned as he fell back asleep. I quickly put my shoes back on and then headed out the door.

Back in the common room, I dressed in fresh clothes and combed out my hair. The rest of the day passed calmly. I noticed that Harry's hand had not healed at dinner and I told him to use essence of Murtlap.

We both showed up to the Umbridge's office at the same time and took our seats. I took to writing As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut over and over again. I had thought maybe werewolf brat and werewolf bitch were just terms Kreacher had come up with but no. They were terms for children of werewolves. It was like calling a Muggle-born child a Mudblood. It was an insult- I'd just never heard it before. Other insults were 'the half-breed mistake', 'Half-breed minger', and 'half-breed slag'. I supposed I should just be glad that I wasn't writing the very last one, Dad and Severus' might've had strokes.

I went back to the dungeons afterwards so that I could get murtlap essence and Severus healed my hand afterward. Then I went back to the common room so that I could get some homework done. I stayed up to nearly two in the morning and then went to bed.

In the morning, my hand was, once again, completely healed and this cheered me up greatly. I headed down to the Great Hall. I refused to look up at the teachers table as I sat down next to Harry and across from Hermione and Ron.

"Anything interesting?" Ron was asking Hermione anxiously. She was reading the Daily Prophet.

"No. just some guff about the bass player in the Weird Sisters getting married. . ." She opened up the paper and disappeared.

I looked at Harry's hand, "It looks better." I muttered softly, pointing to his hand.

"Yeah, Hermione got me Murtlap essence last night." He said, rubbing it. "Yours is completely gone." he noted.

"Professor Snape gave me a spell to help heal it faster." I said. "On top of the essence of Murtlap of course."

"Oh no. . . Sirius!" Hermione exclaimed quickly. I spat out my pumpkin juice and choked while Harry reached out and tried ripping the paper out of Hermione's hands saying, "What happened?"

"The Ministry of Magic has received a tip-off from a reliable source that Sirius Black, notorious mass murderer. . . blah blah blah. . . is currently hiding in London!" Hermione cried in anguish.

"Lucius Malfoy, I'll bet anything." I muttered.

"So he did recognize him on the platform." Harry said angrily.

"What? You didn't say-" Ron exclaimed, surprised.

"Shh!"

". . . 'Ministry warns Wizarding community that Black is very dangerous. . . killed thirteen people. . . broke out of Azkaban.' the usual rubbish." Hermione concluded, "Well, he just won't be able to leave the house again, that's all. Dumbledore did warn him not to."

Harry glared down at the newspaper clipping that he had and said, "Look at this!"

"I've got all the robes I want!" Ron said, referring to the ad in the paper for Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions- which was having a robe sale. I made a mental note to write a letter to dad and tell him so.

"No, look. . . this little piece here. . ."

TRESPASS AT MINISTRY Sturgis Podmore, 38, of number two, Laburnum Gardens, Clapham, has appeared in front of the Wizengamot charged with trespass and attempted robbery at the Ministry of Magic on 31st August. Podmore was arrested by Ministry of Magic watch- wizard Eric Munch, who found him attempting to force his way through a top-security door at one o'clock in the morning. Podmore, who refused to speak in his own defense, was convicted on both charges and sentenced to six months in Azkaban.

"So Kingsley and Uncle Moody weren't able to get to him." I said sadly. "Fat load of good my visions did."

"Don't beat yourself up over it Elizabeth." Hermione said, looking anxious, "You passed out that night. Mad-Eye and Kingsley were worrying about you."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." I snapped. "Sturgis is in Azkaban now because I bloody passed out? Wonderful."

"It could be a frame-up!" Ron said excitedly. "Listen! The Ministry suspects he's one of Dumbledore's lot so- I dunno- they lured him to the Ministry, and he wasn't trying to get through a door at all! Maybe they've just made something up to get him!"

I was quite doubtful about this, my visions made me feel otherwise, but I wasn't going to try and look into it. Especially not with Dolores fucking Umbridge in the Great Hall. That was the last thing I needed.

I had scheduled Quidditch tryouts for the following Saturday, as it was Saturday today and my detentions would end next Friday.

I headed up the stairs with Hermione as Ron and Harry headed out to the Quidditch pitch. Hermione had tried to warn them about their O.W.L.s but they hadn't listened.

"They're going to fail and then where will they be?" Hermione asked savagely as we went to the library.

"Don't beat yourself up over it Hermione." I said lightly, knowing perfectly well that they'd do okay.

She laughed a little and looked a bit more relieved. We finished a majority of the homework in the library- though definitely not all of it.

At the end of the day, I went back to the Hufflepuff common room to change into my pajamas and then put my cloak over them and went down to the dungeons. I was much more careful because I knew there would be questions if anyone- not just Umbridge- saw me down here barefooted and my blue pajama bottoms sticking out from underneath the cloak.

However, my luck was good and I met no one. I locked the potions classroom door behind me and went into the office. He must've been working while waiting for me because there was a quill in his hand which was draped over the bed, still loosely between his fingers. There was a stack of parchment on the floor and I saw that they were homework assignments for the second-years.

I picked them up and put them on his desk and then carefully tugged the quill out of his hand, putting it in an open ink well.

I was going to leave him here, sleeping peacefully when he woke with a start and reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the door.

"Should've woken me up." He grunted, sleepily, hair in his eyes.

"You were tired." I whispered, curling up, my feet pressed against his knees. He drew the blanket around me.

He observed my hand and found nothing wrong with it. He draped an arm across my waist and was soon fast asleep. I kissed his cheek and lay awake for a little longer, listening to him breathe. I wondered what dad would say if he knew where I was right now. I shrugged. It had been in my visions and I loved Severus whole-heartedly.

Of course, I thought sleepily as I tucked my head under his chin. There were always strings attached when it came to love. Protective dad's were just part of the package.

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𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 to the Gryffindor common room late the next afternoon and I sat down just as Hermione said, "What you can say is, 'We promise we'll never leave our homework this late again'" But she looked slightly amused.

"Thanks a million, Hermione." Harry said, rubbing his eyes.

"Hello Eliza." Ron said, greeting me as I took a spot on the couch.

It was well past midnight. Harry filled me in quietly about a letter than Ron had just received from Percy. I could see remnants of the parchment in the fire.

"So Percy thinks Dumbledore won't be headmaster much longer?" I asked, snorting, "lovely. I've always loved Percy, haven't you?"

I dozed a little bit on the couch while I waited for Sirius to pop into the fire- at least what'd I'd foreseen.

"Okay, write that down, and then copy out this conclusion that I've written for you. . ." Hermione's voice drifted, startling me awake but I kept my eyes closed.

"Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met and if I'm ever rude to you again-" Ron said.

"-I'll know your back to normal." Hermione said and I laughed. "You awake?"

"Barely." I murmured.

"Harry, yours is okay except for this bit at the end, I think you must have misheard Professor Sinistra, Europa's covered in ice, not mice- Harry?"

I opened my eyes as Ron said in an uncertain voice, "Er- Harry? Why are you down there?"

"Because I've just seen Sirius's head in the fire." Harry said in a ridiculously calm voice.

I sat up on the couch and came over and sat down next to him. "Sirius's head? You mean like when he wanted to talk to you during the Triwizard Tournament?" Hermione asked, "But he wouldn't do that now, it would be too- Sirius!"

"I was starting to think you'd go to bed before everyone else had disappeared. I've been checking every hour." Sirius said, his long hair falling down around his face. I loved his long hair.

"You've been popping into the fire every hour?" Harry asked, almost laughing.

"Just for a few seconds to check if the coast was clear yet."

"But what if you'd been seen?" Hermione asked in an anxious voice, echoing my thoughts.

"Well, I think a girl- first year by the look of her- might've got a glimpse of me earlier, but don't' worry. I was gone the moment she looked back at me and I'll bet she just though I was an oddly shaped log or something." Sirius said hastily as Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth. I closed my eyes.

"But Sirius, this is taking an awful risk-"

"You sound like Molly. This was the only way I could come up with of answering Harry's letter without resorting to a code- and codes are breakable." Sirius interrupted her.

Hermione and Ron looked at Harry, but I didn't.

"You didn't say you'd written to Sirius!" Hermione said in an accusing voice.

"Cho distracted him- he forgot." I said, yawning.

"Besides, there was no way anyone would have got secret information out of it, was there, Sirius?" Harry asked him.

"No, it was very good." Sirius said with a smile. "Anyway, we'd better be quick, just in case we're disturbed- your scar."

"What about-?" Ron asked but Hermione said, "We'll tell you afterward, go on, Sirius."

"Well, I know it can't be fun when it hurts, but we don't think it's anything to really worry about. It kept aching all last year, didn't it?" Sirius asked Harry quickly.

"Yeah and Dumbledore said it happened whenever Voldemort was feeling a powerful emotion. So maybe he was just, I dunno, really angry or something the night I had that detention." Harry said with a shrug, ignoring Hermione and Ron's winces to the name.

"Well, now he's back it's bound to hurt more often." Sirius said.

"So you don't think it had anything to do with Umbridge touching me when I was in detention with her?" Harry asked.

"I doubt it. I know her by reputation and I'm sure she's no Death Eater-"

"She's foul enough to be one." Harry said and Ron and Hermione nodded. I scowled at the fire.

"Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters." Sirius said with a smile. "I know she's a nasty piece of work, though- you should hear Remus talk about her."

At the mention of my dad, I looked up sharply.

"Does Lupin know her?" Harry asked quickly.

"No, but she drafted a bit of anti-werewolf legislation two years ago that makes it almost impossible for him to get a job." Sirius said, looking at me with sympathy.

"What's she got against werewolves?" Hermione asked angrily.

I snorted, "Hermione, three-quarters of the Magical world has a bias against werewolves."

"Eilís is right. In Umbridge's case, well, I expect she's scared of them. Apparently she loathes part-humans; she campaigned to have merpeople rounded up and tagged last year too. Imagine wasting your time and energy persecuting merpeople when there are little toerags like Kreacher on the loose-" Sirius said.

Ron, Harry, and I laughed but Hermione looked affronted. "Sirius! Honestly, if you made a bit of an effort with Kreacher I'm sure he'd respond, after all, you are the only member of his family he's got left, and Professor Dumbledore said-"

"So what are Umbridge's lessons like? Is she training you all to kill half-breeds? Lighten up Eilís, it's a joke." He interrupted as I scowled deeper into the fire and clenched my fists.

"No. She's not letting us use magic at all!" Harry said.

"All we do is read the stupid textbook." Ron informed him.

"It's a very selective textbook too." I snapped.

"Ah, well, that figures. Our information from inside the Ministry is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat." Sirius said.

"Trained in combat? What does think we're doing here, forming some sort of wizard army?" Harry asked incredulously.

"That's exactly what he thinks you're doing, or rather, that's exactly what he's afraid Dumbledore's doing- forming his own private army, with which he will be able to take on the Ministry of Magic." Sirius informed us.

There was a pause and then Ron said, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, including all the stuff that Luna Lovegood comes out with."

"So we're being prevented from learning Defense Against the Dark Arts because Fudge is scared we'll use spells against the Ministry?" Hermione asked, looking absolutely furious.

"Yep. Fudge thinks Dumbledore will stop at nothing to seize power. He's getting more paranoid about Dumbledore by the day. It's a matter of time before he has Dumbledore arrested on some trumped-up charge."

"D'you know if there's going to be anything about Dumbledore in the Daily Prophet tomorrow? Only Ron's brother Percy reckons there will be-"

"I don't know. I haven't seen anyone from the Order all weekend, they're all busy. It's just been Kreacher and me here. . ." Sirius said bitterly.

"Why? What's dad doing?" I asked quickly.

"Dumbledore has him in the underground with the other werewolves, gauging how their reactions are. Dumbledore would, of course, give werewolves rights that the Ministry is denying them which many of them are for, but of course, there are some that are to bitter against Wizards and witches in general."

"Well it's stupid!" I exclaimed angrily. "They're magical people to! Dad's still just like you he just has a transformation every month!"

"Sounds like you're on your time of the month too." Ron said in a serious voice and I threw a quill at him.

"So you haven't had any news about Hagrid, either?" Harry interjected quickly.

"Ah. . . well, he was supposed to be back by now, no one's sure what's happened to him." I dropped my mouth in horror and then Sirius quickly said, "But Dumbledore's not worried, so don' you four get yourselves in a state; I'm sure Hagrid's fine."

"But if he was supposed to be back by now. . ." I voiced my worry.

"Madame Maxime was with him, we've been in touch with her and she says they got separated on the journey home- but there's nothing to suggest he's hurt or- well, nothing to suggest he's not perfectly okay. . . Eilís, are you sure you should be looking into the future right now?" Sirius added in a worried voice.

I had unfocused my eyes, trying to see Hagrid. "Elizabeth stop." Harry said suddenly and I had a hard time unfocusing my eyes. I realized that the black spots in front of my eyes were because I was about to pass out.

"I don't think you should continue looking into the future." Sirius said in a worried voice.

I nodded, "Right, sorry."

"Listen, don't go asking too many questions about Hagrid, it'll just draw even more attention to the fact that he's not back, and I know Dumbledore doesn't want that. Hagrid's tough, he'll be okay. When's your next Hogsmeade weekend anyway? I was thinking we got away with the dog disguise at the station, didn't we? I thought I could-"

"NO!" Hermione and Harry shouted at the same time I said, "sure, why not?"

We all looked at each other.

"Elizabeth, how can you say that? You read the Daily Prophet this morning!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh that. They're always guessing where I am, they haven't really got a clue-" Sirius said with a grin.

"Yeah, but we think this time they have. Something Malfoy said on the train made us think he knew it was you, and his father was on the platform. Sirius- you know, Lucius Malfoy-so don't come up here-"

"Harry!" I said angrily. "He's locked in the damn house. He doesn't have to come into Hogsmeade! We can go up to the cave again! You can apparate into the cave, can't you?" I asked Sirius. Harry was looking at my furiously.

"It's to much of a risk Elizabeth!" Harry shouted furiously.

"I care about him just as much as you do Harry!" I said furiously, but keeping my voice low so I didn't wake anyone upstairs. "We can take the invisibility cloak in pairs or something, alright? No one has to see us. Besides, there's always charms that we can use anyways."

"No!" Harry said furiously.

"First weekend in October." I said to Sirius in a flat voice. "If I'm the only one that comes, so be it."

"Excellent." Sirius said.

"But you have to promise me something." I said sharply and his face fell slightly. "Don't look so glum. I just want you to promise that one, we stay in the cave and two, stop telling Kreacher the order 'get out'. He's taking it seriously and he's been going to the Malfoy's. I don't know how much he's telling but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Just try not giving him any direct orders about leaving any room period, okay?"

Sirius actually looked alarmed by this and I quickly said, "I just don't want him spreading information, alright? Maybe he hasn't been to the Malfoys yet."

He nodded, "See you then."

"I'll write you a number and that'll be the time to meet. So 12 is 12 o'clock and 3 is three o'clock and 1,252 means 12:52 okay?" I asked while Harry snapped his teeth together angrily and Hermione looked furious.

Sirius winked and disappeared from the fire.

"What did you do that for?" Harry asked me furiously.

"He's not going to get caught." I said coolly. "I'm not stupid, you know." I stood up quickly. "Like I said, If I'm the only one that goes and sees him, so be it."

By that time, I would have completed my Animagus transformation and could show up to him as some type of animal. Preferably, a cat.

I stormed out of the common room and back to my own.

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𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞, 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 I had reached an unspoken agreement not to talk about Sirius anymore- at least not this morning. We were too eager to find the article that Percy was talking about. We didn't have to look far: it was on the front page.

MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED FIRST-EVER "HIGH INQUISTOR"

"High Inquisitor? What does that mean?" Harry asked in a dark voice.

Hermione read the article aloud, "In a surprise move last night the Ministry of Magic passed new legislation giving itself an unprecedented level of control at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "'The Minister has been growing uneasy about goings-on at Hogwarts for some time,' said Junior Assistant to the Minister, Percy Weasley. 'He is now responding to concerns voiced by anxious parents, who feel the school may be moving in a direction they do not approve.' "This is not the first time in recent weeks Fudge has used new laws to effect improvements at the Wizarding school. As recently as August 30th Educational Decree Twenty-two was passed, to ensure that, in the event of the current headmaster being unable to provide a candidate for a teaching post, the Ministry should select an appropriate person. "'That's how Dolores Umbridge came to be appointed to the teaching staff at Hogwarts,' said Weasley last night. 'Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, so the Minister put in Umbridge and of course, she's been an immediate success-"

"She's been a WHAT?" Harry said loudly and some people from neighboring tables looked over.

"Wait, there's more." Hermione said in a grim voice, "-an immediate success, totally revolutionizing the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts and providing the Minister with on-the-ground feedback about what's really happening at Hogwarts.' "It is the last function that the Ministry has now formalized with the passing of Educational Decree Twenty-three, which creates the new position of 'Hogwarts High Inquisitor.' "'This is an exciting new phase in the Minister's plan to get to grips with what some are calling the "falling standards" at Hogwarts,' said Weasley. 'The Inquisitor will have powers to inspect her fellow educators and make sure that they are coming up to scratch. Professor Umbridge has been offered this position in addition to her own teaching post, and we are delighted to say that she has accepted.' "The Ministry's new moves have received enthusiastic support from parents of students at Hogwarts."

I snorted and interrupted, "Let me guess, it'll be Malfoy's dad in the next paragraph?"

Hermione glared at me for interrupting and continued, "'I feel much easier in my mind now that I know that Dumbledore is being subjected to fair and objective evaluation,' said Lucius Malfoy, 41, speaking from his Wiltshire mansion last night. 'Many of us with our children's best interests at heart have been concerned about some of Dumbledore's eccentric decisions in the last few years, and will be glad to know that the Ministry is keeping an eye on the situation.' "Among these 'eccentric decisions' are undoubtedly the controversial staff appointments previously describe in this newspaper, which have included the hiring of werewolf Remus Lupin, half-giant Rubeus Hagrid, and delusional ex-Auror 'Mad-Eye' Moody. "Rumors aboard, of course, that Albus Dumbledore, once Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is no longer up to the task of managing the prestigious school of Hogwarts. "'I think the appointment of the Inquisitor is a first step toward ensuring that Hogwarts has a headmaster in whom we can all repose confidence,' said a Ministry insider last night. "Wizengamot elders Griselda Marchbanks and Tiberius Ogden have resigned in protest at the introduction of the post of Inquisitor to Hogwarts. "'Hogwarts is a school, not an outpost of Cornelius Fudge's office', said Madam Marchbanks. 'This is a further-disgusting attempt to discredit Albus Dumbledore.' (For a full account of Madam Marchbanks' alleged links to subversive goblin groups, turn to page 17)."

I was trembling with anger. So Dad's appointment to be a Professor was eccentric was it?

"Elizabeth." Hermione said in a soft voice.

"Dad never risked anyone's safety!" I spat out, glaring up at the table. I could see Dolores Umbridge was looking down at me specifically, gauging my reaction. I stood up from the table and grabbed my bag.

It was Monday so I headed down to Care of Magical Creatures, sweeping past the teacher's table, shaking with fury. How dare they go after dad! How dare they!

I barely concentrated on the Bowtruckles in class though I had finished the homework already. I'd gotten the highest grade and Professor Grubbly-Plank had written on my assignment commenting on how lovely my drawing was.

At lunch, I had cooled down enough and sat down next to Hermione who was speaking at a rapid pace, "Obviously, I'd have been thrilled if I'd gotten an O-"

"Hermione. If you want to know what grades we got, ask." Ron said sharply. "Hey Eliza."

I simply nodded, sitting down next to him and ladling chicken noodle soup into a bowl. Five more days with the mandrake leaf in my mouth. I'd also locked a closet door so that no one could get inside for seven days. I'd need a drop of dew from there and collect it with a silver teaspoon. Bloody hell, this was hard work.

"I don't- I didn't mean- well, if you want to tell me-"

"I got a P." Ron said. "Happy?"

I had no idea what they were talking about.

"Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing wrong with a good healthy P." Fred said, sitting down next to Harry. George sat between Ron and Hermione and Lee sat down next to me.

"But, doesn't P stand for. . ."

"Poor, yeah. Still, better than D, isn't it? Dreadful?" Lee asked. Harry suddenly went into a coughing fit over his bread roll.

"So top grade's O for 'Outstanding' and then there's A-" Hermione was saying. I finally knew what we were talking about. O.W.L. grades.

"No, E." I said at the same time as George. "E for 'Exceeds Expectations'. And I've always thought Fred and I should've got E in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams." George continued.

I laughed with everyone but Hermione who was continuing to plow through the letter grades, "So after E, it's A for 'Acceptable,' and that's the last pass grade, isn't it?"

"Yep" Fred said, dunking an entire roll into his soup. I watched, fascinated and horrified as he swallowed it whole.

"Then you get P for 'Poor' and D for 'Dreadful'" Ron said, raising his arms in mock celebration because of the P.

"And then T." George added.

"T? Even lower than a D? What on Earth does that stand for?"

"Troll." George said and Harry and I laughed again.

"You lot had an inspected lesson yet?" Fred asked and at the reminder of Umbridge, my face hardened again.

"No, have you?" Hermione asked.

"Just now, before lunch. Charms." George said.

"What was it like?" Harry, Hermione, and I all asked together.

Fred shrugged,. "Not that bad. Umbridge just lurked in the corner making notes on a clipboard. You know what Flitwicks' like, he treated her like a guest, didn't seem to bother him at all. She didn't say much. Asked Alicia a couple of questions about what the classes are normally like, Alicia told her they were really good, that was it."

"I can't see old Flitwick getting marked down, he usually gets everyone through their exams all right." George added.

"Who've you go this afternoon?" Fred asked Harry.

"Trelawney-"

"A T if ever I saw one-"

"-and Umbridge herself."

"Well be a good boy and keep your temper with Umbridge today. Angelina'll do her nut if you miss any more Quidditch practices." George said.

"He won't." I said simply, finishing off my soup. "He'll be getting another weeks worth of detention if he acts up in class today, which is what I'm foreseeing but you really ought to keep your temper in line."

"Says you." Harry said with a grimace.

I shrugged, "I still have a week left. I'll be fine as long as she doesn't have a go at dad. She has a go at dad-" I shrugged again, "-but at least I'm the Quidditch Captain."

Detention that night was just lovely. My hand started bleeding almost immediately and of course, Harry had not kept his temper and was in there with me. I didn't have time to go down to the potions dungeons but I'd already gotten my hands on some mixture and soaked my hand in it as I did homework left handed. Maybe I ought to start writing the lines with my bad hand. At least then if the words were etched into my skin no one would be able to read them.

The next morning, I woke to find blood on the sheets. My hand had started bleeding again in the night. I cleaned the sheets and then started on homework again instead of going downstairs to eat.

However, I had made plans. Since Umbridge was inspecting McGonagall today, she'd changed our class time to being after. So, I'd asked Professor McGonagall if I could sit in class today for an extra lesson and she'd said yes.

I sat with Harry, Ron, and Hermione who all looked surprised to see me until I explained what was going on.

Professor McGonagall marched into the room and said, "That will do" and the silence fell immediately. "Miss Kane, kindly come here and hand back the homework- Miss Brown, please take this box of mice- don't be silly, girl, they won't hurt you- and hand one to each student-"

I got up and quickly grabbed the stack of homework from Professor McGonagall. Teachers sometimes had aides and I knew that was how she was portraying me to Umbridge.

"Hem, hem." Umbridge coughed in the back of the room. I handed Harry his essay back. Once I was finished passing out homework, I took a seat behind her desk, pretending to be looking down at something.

"Right then, everyone, listen closely- Dean Thomas, if you do that to the mouse again I shall put you in detention- most of you have now successfully vanished your snails and even those who were left with a certain amount of shell have the gist of the spell. Today we shall be-"

"Hem hem."

"Yes?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply, turning around to look at Umbridge.

"I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec-"

"Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall said, turning her back on the Umbitch- I mean Umbridge, to address the students. "As I was saying, today we shall be practicing the altogether more difficult vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell-"

"Hem, hem!"

"I wonder how you expect me to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking." Professor McGonagall said in a sort of cold fury. I caught Ron's eye and we both grinned, looking down at our laps.

I glanced up at Umbridge who looked as though Professor McGonagall had slapped her across the face. I certainly wished she had. She began to scribble furiously across her parchment. I frowned.

"As I was saying, the Vanishing Spell becomes more difficult with the complexity of the animal to be vanished. The snail, as an invertebrate, does not present much of a challenge; the mouse, as a mammal, offers, a much greater one. This is not, therefore, magic you can accomplish with your mind on your dinner. So- you know the incantation, let me see what you can do. . ."

Professor McGonagall walked around, helping out students, offering advice and criticism. She'd given me a stack of tests to grade- mostly for pretense and I had out a quill and red ink and was making marks on the tests. They were first-year tests and very simple to grade.

Professor Umbridge did not get up to follow Professor McGonagall. I wondered what her reaction would have been.

However, Professor Umbridge did get up and come over to me. "Do you usually help Professor McGonagall out?"

"Depends on if she needs it or not." I said as smoothly as possible, the news article popping into my mind of course. I carefully wrote an 8/10 on Rose Zeller's Transfiguration homework and put it down on Professor McGonagall's chair.

"And what do you think of Professor McGonagall as a teacher?"

"I look up to her. She's one of the smartest Professors here. All of the Professors I've ever had except for perhaps the exception of Professor Lockhart are extremely smart and knew or know what they are talking about." I said calmly, writing a 7/10 on Mathew Slavby's homework.

"I am sure that you are including both Professors Lupin and Moody in that statement?" She asked, her quill poised above her parchment.

"Of course." I said simply. "My father knew what he was talking about when it came to Dark Creatures and Professor Moody although, as you know, he didn't turn out to be Professor Moody- despite that, knew about curses, hexes, and jinxes. It's a bit unfair to have portrayed Professor Moody as a bad Professor when he never got around to teaching." I said in as even a voice as possible. I was aware that many of the Gryffindors, including Professor McGonagall, seemed to be listening in.

She's goading you. I thought. She wants to give you a detention every night of the week for the entire school year.

"And what do you think about Dumbledore's decision to hire such. . . dangerous people." Umbridge asked.

I gritted my teeth, paused, looked at Professor McGonagall who was standing stiffly by Harry's side and then said in a polite voice, "I thought you were evaluating Professor McGonagall not the past teachers that don't work here anymore."

Professor Umbridge replied tartly, "But of course" and headed back to her chair in the corner. I let out a breath of relief. I'd done it. She'd come very close to insulting dad and I'd come very close to landing myself in detention but I'd avoided it. Of course, I still had class with her later tonight before potions, but still.

After class ended, I got up and joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione down at their desks.

"Good job controlling your temper." Hermione muttered.

"Thanks." I said, flashing a grin, "It was a close one, I admit. I think she hates me just because of my dad."

We stayed behind to eavesdrop on McGonagall and Umbridge.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" Professor Umbridge asked.

"Thirty-nine years this December." Professor McGonagall said, snapping her bag closed.

"Very well, you will receive the results of your inspection in ten days' time." Professor Umbridge said, writing something else down on her clipboard.

"I can hardly wait. Hurry up, you four." Professor McGonagall said, striding towards the door.

"Professor!" I said quickly, "I have a question for you."

Harry gave Professor McGonagall a faint smile and she smiled back for a bit and then said, "Walk with me Kane."

"I was wondering." I said, walking with McGonagall down the hallway and glanced behind me but no one was around us, "If I became an Animagus-" she looked sharply down at me, "I was wondering your opinion on whether or not I should register at the Ministry."

"No." She said sharply. "Are you becoming an Animagus?" she asked in a low voice, also looking around and she rearranged her glasses.

I hesitated, "I want to surprise Dad. I plan on having it done by Christmas. I've memorized the steps, I'm nearly done with the Mandrake leaf. I was thinking it would be a good disguise, especially if no one knows. That's why I wondered if I should register."

"Absolutely not." Professor McGonagall said and we entered a busy stream of the castle. She bent lower to talk to me, and she'd stopped walking, "I don't know how much your father told you-"

"I know he's after me." I interrupted, "That's why-"

"Then don't register." She said, interrupting me now, "Not until You-Know-Who is dead or at least no longer after you."

I nodded. "And Professor? Don't tell dad or anyone. I want to surprise him."

She gave me a small smile and said, "Of course, but if it gets complicated, come to me for help."

"I will!" I said, nodding vigorously and then hurried off to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class only to find- by notice on the door- that class had been canceled.

I wandered down to the dungeons. Today had been a crazy day. I mean, I didn't have class yet but. . . I listened at the door. There was absolute silence, but that didn't mean anything. I knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer.

I pushed the door open a crack and didn't see anyone at the desks. I opened the door fully and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I went over to the office and listened. I didn't hear anyone inside either and I opened the door a crack.

Professor Snape was standing up, rearranging the jars on the shelves. I waited until he'd put the jar down before speaking, "hey." I whispered softly. He jerked a little. I'd obviously startled him.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" He asked in surprise, closing the door behind me.

"Free period." I whispered. "Didn't know if you wanted me to come down or not but I'm here now."

He sat down in a wooden chair and pulled me onto him. I sat with my legs on either side of the chair and pressed my lips to his, my arms dangling over his shoulders and the back of the chair. One of his hands was in my hair and the other around my waist.

There was a sharp pain in bottom lip- he'd bitten it. I gasped in pain but didn't pull away. Instead, I pushed myself closer to him.

Needless to say, I was the first student in the classroom when class started.

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Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: You never liked Umbridge, but who did? The woman was miserable and cruel. Her power in the school grew day after day.

You knew about her pen, you heard the tales from other students long before you entered detention.

Seeing the smirk on her face, the power-hungry bitch handed you a piece of paper.

"Now, Miss Y/L/N, today we are going to learn a really important lesson."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, now you didn't feel so confident.

Earlier that day, you were late for her class, and on top of all of that, you even said that her dress as ugly, detention was a given at that point. But you didn’t care.

However, what she made you write was something way more sinister.

You were prepared for a 'I must not be late' or 'I have to respect my teachers' but not this.

You only felt a tear escape your eyes when you left the room, you weren't ready to give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

You headed back to your room, not wanting to see anyone but of course your friends had another idea. You ran into all of them in the corridor. You assumed they have been waiting for you.

"Ah! Y/N! Finished with detention are you?" Asked Theodore as he was the one to first see you. Mattheo, Pansy, Theodore and Draco were all there, just chatting.

"She made you write with that pen?" Pansy asked and you could only nod.

"I cannot believe they are letting her do this! It is torture!" spoke up Draco.

You stood next to your boyfriend who offered you a warm smile, you smiled back but you could tell he was worried. He moved his arm around you as he smoked and you leaned into him, smelling him and just having him there did help you calm your nerves.

Soon, all of you decided to head back to your dorms to sleep but Mattheo followed you into your common room.

"What did she make you write?" he asked and you turned around to look at him, you opened your mouth to say something but couldn't. "I always know when something is off, and you have been hiding your hand. If it was something simple, you wouldn't hide it in front of me and your friends."

You let out a long sigh before moving your sleeve and showing him your hand.

You watched him closely, you watched his face as sadness turned into anger.

Pure rage.

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"What?" you asked Umbrige, looking at her in disbelief with the quill in your hand you looked up at her..

"You heard me Miss Y/L/N, start writing." she said as she took a seat at her desk.

"But I-I am here because I was late to class, not b-"

"Stop it. Start writing," she said as she started to sip her tea looking at you with a disgusting smile on her face.

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"I will kill her."

"Mattheo please." you grabbed his arm as he tried to leave, turning him back to look at you, he was angry, you have never seen him this angry before. "I don't want to be alone." you said, voice barely above a whisper and you knew, this would work, he would stay and hug you. 

And that is exactly what he did.

You felt so safe in his arms, not even the burning of your skin and the words on your skin could distract you.

'I must not love a Riddle.'

But you did. You loved Mattheo and nothing will change your mind, not the pain, and not Umbridge.

You knew this wasn't the end. You knew Mattheo more than anyone. 

After all, when you two started dating almost two years ago, he promised to you and to himself that he will never let his last name be a burden to you.

He will have his revenge.

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pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: kissing, jily 2.0, fluff, flirty harry

summary: you were quite popular among the wizards and witches in the school, you had many admirers but none of them were like harry potter

a/n: harry would honestly be such a perfect boyfriend

song: i was made for lovin’ you - kiss

It was your sixth year at Hogwarts, today was your first day back after summer. Seated at the Slytherin table with some of your friends, you were in a conversation about what everyone did over the summer. 

As you were about to tell them about the trip you took, you hear a throat being cleared from behind you. You turn around as your friends look up and roll there eyes. 

“Hello, darling,” Harry grins while plopping himself on the bench with little room next to you.

“Potter,” you nod looking him over.

“How is it you’ve gotten even more beautiful over the summer,” he sighs dreamily. Your friends moved down the table more since they were tired of this routine. You look at them with betrayal as they just smile and shrug. 

“What is it you came over here for?” you dont know why you bother asking at this point, you already know whats coming. 

“Well, love, I came to ask you if you would go out with me this weekend,” he winks. You glace over his shoulder to see a Hermione sighing and a grinning Ron. 

“Sorry, Potter, but I’m going to have to decline your offer,” you said looking back at him. He’s use to you saying no, like how it has been for the past four years. He still trys all the time, he has never done anything with another person either. He is so set on you being for him that he is disgusted at the thought of being with anyone else that isn’t you. 

In the summer before second year, he went back home and told his parents about you. He would somehow have a way to bring you up everyday, while he blushing thinking about you. James would always grin at Lily while lifting his eyebrows up and down. She would roll her eyes as James starts to tell him about how to get you to take interest in him. 

Taking his dads advice, he would buy you little things at least twice a week, give you compliments every time he saw you, and many more things. 

One time during fourth year, he saw you walking around alone at the Quidditch World Cup. You were in a somewhat long silk green dress that complimented your body perfectly. You had some light makeup and your hair styled back.  He told the Weasleys and Hermione to go on and that he would joining them in a few minutes. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” Harry greets you while letting his eyes roam all over you in adoration. You glance over at him, taking in his messy hair and him in general. You would be lying if you were to say that he was not attractive, anyone could see that. 

“Potter, how are you?” 

“I'm perfect after seeing you, you look stunning” he smiles.

You blushed and looked away trying to hide your light pink cheeks. Although he most definitely saw, he felt like the happiest person ever. This was the first time he was able to make you blush.

“Thank you, I suppose you don’t look bad yourself,” you tell him while the corners of your mouth lift up a bit. 

He could have fainted right there, he started to stutter as he wasn’t expecting that. 

“I best be off, Potter. My family is waiting for me, I’ll see you soon,” you wave at the blushing boy as you start walking back. 

“I- uhm- brilliant!” That day he went to back to the Weasley’s tent as he told them about what happened. They all teased him about his massive crush as was still in a daze. It was truly astonishing how one sentence from you could lead him to act like this. 

Another time was last year, fifth year, when you had gotten detention with Umbridge. You were walking back to the common room with tears stinging your eyes. Umbridge had you stay much longer than you thought because of your “innappropriote behavior”. Apparently, speaking the truth is innappropriote now. As you were turing you almost crashed into someone. You look up to see a worried Harry Potter looking down at you. 

“I’m sorry, Potter. Excuse me,” you excuse yourself trying to go around him. Before you can, he gently grabs your waist and turns you to face him again. 

“Hold on, darling. Why are you crying, did something happen?” 

You couldn’t hold in the pain anymore. You started crying while grabbing onto Harry. His arms quickly wrapped around your waist. 

“Shh, love. Tell me whats wrong,” he whispers while using one hand to play with your hair. 

“I- um- had detention, with Umbridge,” he looks confused so you take a step back an slowly hold your left arm out. 

He was still confused for a second before looking at your hand. He was fuming, he saved his anger for now and decided to comfort you right now. He also felt such sadness that anyone would hurt an angel like you. 

“She did this to you?” he asked while sounding like he was about to cry. You nod, with some tears still streaming down your face. Oh how we wished he was able to kiss them away. 

“Come on love, I’ll take you to Hermione… she is much better at healing spells than me,” he informs you while gently pulling you towards the Gryffindor common room.

It was pretty late, so the room was empty when you both arrived. Except for Ron and Hermione who were arguing on the couch. They never had anything against you, even though you were a Slytherin, you had never participating in any of the bullying that a lot of other Slytherins did. You even scolded Malfoy when he called Hermione a Mudblood. 

Since that day you became somewhat friends with the girl, ignoring the looks of disgust from others in your house. 

When the two gryffindors looked up and saw you crying with distraught Harry, their argument quickly ended as they rushed over to you both.

“What happened, y/n? Harry?” Hermione says worridly. 

You tell them what happened, and they were just as mad as Harry. They tried to get rid of the writing on your hand but it would not go away. So Hermione decided she would just take the pain away for now. You thanked her with a hug and said goodnight as her and Ron went to their rooms. 

You turned to Harry and noticed how close your faces were, you glanced down at at his lips almost leaning in when you heard a bang from the dormitory making you both jump. 

“I- uh- should get back. Thank you, Potter,” you smile, quickly giving him a peck on the cheek before rushing out and leaving you both a blushing mess. 

Harry was left standing there as he lifted his hand to his red cheeks where your lips were. “What a girl,” he mumbled walking up the stairs. 

Back to present times, Harry got back up from his seat and looked down to you. “I’ll suppose I’ll have to try again tommorow, pretty,” he grins walking back to his seat. 

You blush lightly before picking up your things to head to your first class. The professor ended up assigning seats, and to Harrys luck, he was partnered with you for the year. 

“It’s meant to be, love,” he says as he leans back into his seat. 

“You wish, Potter,” you smile at him. 

“Yes, I do wish,” he grins looking at your eyes. 

After a long day of beginning of the year speeches, you were finally able to plop onto your bed and sleep. You look over to your friend, Daphne Greengrass, she was one of the only tolerable Slytherins in your opinion. 

“It’s adorable how much Potter loves you,” she laughs laying in bed. 

“Pfft, don't be ridiculous Daphne. He doesn't love me,” you shake your head. 

“He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world,” she giggles.  

“Hm”

You decided to drop the conversation, you closed your eyes and fell asleep. Later the next day, you were in the forbidden forest. Around a year ago, you found a place with a pretty flower field that was closed off. You come here often, as far as you know, you’re the only one who knows about it. 

You started to weave a flower crown out of a few lovely flowers you picked. You finished it and put it on as you hear meows from behind you. You turn around a squeal as you pick up the kitten and started to play with her (you checked the gender). 

You were unaware of Harry who was on his was to you after using the Mauraders Map to find you. He finally found you and his heart melt as he saw you giggling with a meowing kitten that licked your face as you lay in the field. 

You heard walking and sat up only to find yourself looking at the boy who has been on your mind a lot recently. 

“Oh! Hi, Harry, I didn’t expect you to come here,” you say. 

“Harry?” he asks you, trying to suppress a smile.

“Thats your name, is it not?” you laugh. 

“I suppose it is. Mind if I sit?” you nod, as you sit together in silence that was unexpectedly comfortable. 

Harry couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. 

“I really do fancy you,” Harry mumbles.

You turn to look at him, “I know… maybe I fancy you a bit as well,” you say, bringing your fingers up to show a pinch. 

“Really?” Harry asks leaving closer to you. 

“Really,” you whisper as you move so close your lips are brushing. You look into see his eyes and notice how pretty they are. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispers against your mouth as he connects his to yours. You both close your eyes as you kiss back and reach your hands into his hair. For the first minute it was sweet, before it started to become more passionate. You bring your leg over his and straddle him without disconnecting your lips. It was pure bliss.

You tug his hair getting a groan from him as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You happily comply and open your mouth, letting him explore your mouth, and you his. You gently pull his hair back and kiss down his neck and jaw. You leave many butterfly kisses. In between the kisses he whispers some small compliments, making you smile against his neck. You find his sweet spot and lightly suck on it, making him whimper, and leaving a beautiful hickey.  He says some praises bring heat to your face. He kisses your cheeks, “I love making you blush,” he smiles. 

“Oh hush, Potter,” you get off his lap. He groans but you decide its better to stop now before things get more heated. 

“Is it alright if I make you a flower crown? I think it would look rather good on you,” you asks with a sheepish smile.

“Of course, love”

He lays his head on your lap as you make the crown, you finish after about four minutes. It was somewhat hard for you to focus when you could feel Harrys gaze on you, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Andddd… done!” Harry sits up and you place it on his head. 

“You look pretty,” you smile pecking his lips. A light pink coats his cheeks. He honesty has never been so happy, he adores you so much that you are 90% of what he talks about. It was such a pain for his friends to have to listen to his rants about your “angelic beauty,” as he puts it. 

“Thank you, angel,” he says. 

“I think we should head back now, dinner alreader started,” you say standing up, also taking the kitten with you. You both walk hand in hand, you grinning at the kitten asleep in your arms, and both of you forgetting about the flower crowns on your heads. You both keep up a good conversation throught the walk.

You stroll into the great hall with Harry as it goes silent. Then there was a chorus of gasps as they take in your guys hand held together, both of your somewhat messy hair, swollen lips, and the hickey on Harrys neck. You step away from him and you head towards your friends, you could hear most boys wolf whistling, some scowling at Harry. Many girls were also glaring at you out of jealousy. 

You look at the staff table and see Dumbledore wink at you, making you raise your eyebrows. You also see Snape hand over some galleons to McGonagall. 

“I’m happy for you, Harry,” Hermione smiles, glancing at Ron as she kicks his leg. 

“Oh- yeah! Good going, mate,” he smirks as he pats his back.

The next day Harry asked you if you would be his girlfriend. You nodded with a smile and gave him a soft kiss.

[wordsarelife]

heyyy, I just saw your appeal for theodore nott requests, but I also saw in one of your posts that you have a lot to do lately and I don't want to annoy you or something, take your time ♡

My idea for something with theo would be detention with Umbridge (I know it's cliche, but let's ignore this fact) and the reader (fem!reader would be great, but you can choose) has to write something that really insults her and hurts her pride like "I must not open my filthy mouth" or "Nobody wants to be bothered by me" (wow that sounds a bit depressing but let's ignore this too). And maybe theo is in Umbridge's little investigation team but changes when he sees the cuts on reader's hand (does this even make sense?). And maybe a little bit of angst which ends in fluff?

But please don't stress yourself ♡

—you are in love

pairing: theo nott x reader

summary: after a lovely visit with umbridge, theo must prove that the words carved into your skin are the opposite of the truth

warnings: mentions of blood and a wound, a little graphic

note: i initially didn't want this to get all like 'who did this to you?' but i just threw my principles out of the window in the middle of writing lol!! i hope this is something in the direction of what you wished for!! also: i'm living for enzo, just thirdwheeling and living his best life lmao

you knew you didn't like the woman the moment she had entered the halls of the castle. but now your hate was as evident as ever. she was sitting across from your, sipping on her tea, while reading the papers and you had a single task to fulfill.

you had much rather used the quill to cut out her eyes-

"go on, dear" she smiled and you had the sudden need to throw up "start writing"

"i don't think-"

"that wasn't a question!" you looked down at the paper, reading the sentence you were supposed to write ten times. it didn't even make sense to you what kind of punishment this should be. but what you read hurt you and maybe that was just the punishment she was so proud of.

you raised the quill, tapping it into the ink. the quill flew out of your hand after the first word. pain flodded through your body. "what?" you whispered to yourself, as you noticed the first word of the sentence carving into your skin slowly. the blood escaped the wound and dripped down your finger.

"continue" umbridge said and you did as you were told.

whatever she had done to you in that room, was the worst kind of torture, especially because you were doing it to yourself, with no escape. you read the sentence on your hand over and over again, scrunching your eyes closed in the hope that it would disappear, but it didn't.

atleast it was in the palm, which didn't make it any less hurtful, but atleast you could hide it better that way.

"there you are!" theo said the moment you entered the common room

"hi y/n!" enzo waved from one of the couches

"hey" you said tiredly, making a beeline to your dorm.

"woah" theo stepped into your way "no chess?"

"not tonight, theo" you tried to escape his eyes

"is something wrong?" theo asked concerned "did something happen?"

"i'm just tried okay? i just want to sleep" you clenched your hand together, trying to upkeep the lie. but you had unintentionally clenched your wounded hand. you winced in pain and a drop of blood hit the floor.

it was like slowmotion as theo, enzo and you all looked down.

"what the fuck" enzo stood up "is that blood?"

theo reached for your hand, but you pulled it back, causing more blood to drip.

"fuck, y/n" theo said "show me your hand"

"yeah" enzo agreed "whatever that is can't be normal" he leaned in to whisper at theo, but did it loud enough for your to hear as well "girls don't normally do that right?"

theo turned his head at enzo, send him a look with raised eyebrows and then slowly shook his head. enzo nodded, turning back to you "show him, y/n"

you sighed, understanding that you couldn't escape them even if you tried. theo gently took your offered hand, rolling the cloak up and opening your hand. he was met with nothing short of a sea of blood, which flodded your whole hand, making it impossible to see any skin underneath.

theo was staring at your hand. "get me a towel or something, quick" he instructed enzo, who just gulped and nodded, looking like he was going to throw up, but he hurried off right away.

theo guided you to sit down.

"what happened?" he asked, but you didn't answer "i asked you something"

"i fell over" you said. you knew that if you said it was umbridge, theo might never believe you. there was no use in fighting a teacher. especially not when theo was working for her and definitely not if this was your punishment after simply talking during class.

"the fuck you did" theo shook his head. before you could argue, enzo reentered the room, with a towel and a whole roll of toilet paper in hand.

theo wrapped the towel around your hand. it quickly soaked up the blood. he opened it back up, to softly pat some toilet paper on your wound. you winced in pain.

you watched theo closely and you knew what question he would repeat any moment now. he opened his mouth, but before anything could come out, he halted.

"are those words?" he asked calmly. too calm.

you tried to drag your hand away, embarrassed what exact words had been carved into your skin, but theo was quicker.

"hold her arm" he instructed enzo. enzo took your arm with one hand, while he clasped the other over both mouth and nose.

"what are you doing?" theo asked irritated

"it smells so bad" enzo said disgusted, while looking anywhere but your hand "and i don't want to throw up on her, then she'd be full of blood and puke"

"very wise decision making" you nodded "can't you just put a plaster on that and call it a day?" you asked theo. he shook his head, taking a new piece of the toilet paper and soaking up the rest of the blood. the wound was mostly dried now. the blood had been moved all around your hand and arm, but it was all dry aswell.

theo took off the toilet paper and his eyes flew over the words on your palm.

enzo, incapable of reading it quietly announced the words loudly "i will never be loved" he turned his head to look at you, eyes big. you kept your eyes on theo, waiting for his reaction.

theo just kept staring at your hand and you were more anxious than ever before. "theo?" enzo asked "what are we gonna do about it?"

"what are you gonna do?" you repeated "nothing! obviously. none of you will do anything, you hear me?"

"fuck that" theo said, making both enzo and you look at him.

"what?" you asked

"tell me the name"

"no" theo was still keeping a close eye on your hand, before he looked up at you answer suddenly.

"tell me the name, y/n" he repeated "enzo and i will deal with it."

"yeah" enzo agreed "we're on the inquisitorial squad. we can at least take points from them"

theo noticed how you looked at your hand at that. a very obvious tell you should've hidden better. but theo was usually too smart for you to trick anyway.

"oh" he said, understanding what had happened "umbridge did it, didn't she?"

"umbridge?" enzo repeated confused "what did she do?"

"sometimes, you're so slow" theo rolled his eyes at enzo "umbridge hurt out girl" he turned back to you "she did that to you"

your lack of an answer was enough for him. "take her to madam pomfrey, enzo" theo stood up

"where are you going?" you asked

"i have to take care of something"

you watched him leave the common room. enzo just shrugged. "come on"

madam pomfrey had quickly wrapped your wound in some bandages, but not before putting on a special treatment, that would help to heal it faster.

you were staring at the ceiling, bored to death, when there was a sudden sound. "theo" you said surprised. "where is your badge?" you asked, noticing it missing on his robe

"i gave it back" he sat down on your bed

"you did what?" you tried to sit up, but accidently put your weight on your hurt hand, wincing in pain .

theos eyes softened "i don't want to join some club that is fine with hurting the people i love"

"you didn't have to do that" your argued.

"yes i had" he insisted "simply because what she made you write isn't true. but i know that you questioned if it was. i won't let you think that"

"theo" you said softly.

"i spoke with potter and told him what happened. he has something going on as well. i know i can't do much, but he said he had a plan"

"you did all of that because of me?"

"are you kidding?" theo asked "of course i did. because i love you"

a tear slipped over your cheek. "thank you" you whispered "i love you too" theo softly kissed your forehead.

"i hope you get out of here soon"

"it will just be tonight"

"good" theo smiled "did enzo, the coward, really leave you here on your own?"

you shook your head, smiling, before you leaned over theo, dragging the curtain behind him to the side. there in the bed was laying enzo.

"he passed out, just after she took out the first syringe" you laughed "she gave him some sedatives and he's been out ever since"

theo shook his head, laughing, before he drew the curtain close again "at least then he can't see me do this" and with that, he kissed you.

[mrsriddles-blog]

Mania | T.N

Pairing: Theodore Nott X Slytherin Fem Reader

WC: 5.5k+

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, slow-burn, drugs...

Summary: In which you are Theodore Nott's mania...

“Mattheo Riddle…Tom Riddle and Y/n Riddle…hm, I believe this is the first time I’ve had all three Riddle’s in my class this year at once. It’s good of you to finally show up for your lessons, triplets.” Professor Umbridge says.

“We are more than happy to grace you with our presence.” Mattheo says cheekily.

“I don’t believe I asked for your input.” She says, looking over him once.

“I don’t believe we asked for yours.” Mattheo says.

“Matt.” Tom warns quietly.

“That’s it, detention! All three of you.” She snaps. 

“I didn’t say anything! I was trying to shut him up!” Tom snaps annoyed.

“Mr. Riddle, would you like to make that two days of detention?” She asks.

Tom clenches his jaw, glowering at her as he chooses silence. His gaze slips over to Mattheo who smiles lazily at him. You were already working on your assignment from her. You pause, feeling a presence near you as a shadow casts over your parchment. 

“I’m surprised you’ve got nothing to say Ms. Riddle.” She says. 

You slowly look up, looking at her blankly. She smiles as if she were delighted that you had no reaction, nor no words. She reaches out, grabs your wrist and looks at the scars on your hand from her punishment. 

“If only you Riddle’s could learn to behave.” She tsks.

“She hasn’t even said anything!” Draco defends.

“Malfoy, would you also like to join the Riddle’s in detention?” She asks and he stays silent.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably as the air shifted. You pull your wrist free from her, immediately wringing your hands together as Mattheo puts a hand on your shoulder.

“You need to calm down. Everyone is feeling your magic.” He mutters. 

That didn’t help your case. In fact, it made you feel more anxious, so you stood and packed up your stuff before leaving the classroom quickly. You knew you were going to be in loads of trouble because of your father, but it didn’t quite matter to you. 

“Skipping Umbridge’s class, too?” Theodore asks, standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, smoking.   

“My magic started to get the best of me. It made the room get that uncomfortable feel and I couldn’t control it, so I left. And I got detention for Mattheo’s smart mouth.” You mumble, standing next to him.

“Sounds like Mattheo, but Umbridge also holds a grudge against you and your brothers simply for who your father is.” He says. 

“I know, but it’s exhausting. We share one last name, and suddenly I’m hated and feared. I may share the same views, but I don’t agree with the way things have been handled.” You sigh.

You relax as he throws his arm over your shoulder. You allow yourself to lean into his warmth more, the chilly air beginning to affect you. 

You always found yourself comfortable in Theodore’s presence. Yes, he was the dark, gloomy, brooding bad boy everyone warns you away from, but you found solace in his presence. Unbeknownst to you, you were the sunshine in Theodore’s life. Anytime you walked in a room, those gloomy looming clouds parted and allowed him to bask in your light. 

Theodore was quiet, understanding, methodical, logical, and calm. His presence soothed you more than you’d like to admit. You were quiet, but one wrong word being said could set your fiery tongue ablaze. No one could ever reign you back, no one, but Theodore Nott. The moment he’d whisper in your ear or rest a hand on the small of your back always sent you quiet. It was like a wave of tranquility washing over you. 

“Y/n! What were you thinking? Now you're going to be kept longer.” Mattheo hissed as he stormed into the room with your friends and Tom not far behind.

“I needed to leave. My magic was making you all uncomfortable and it didn’t help with you telling me to calm down. I knew I needed to calm down, I don’t need you adding to that stress.” You say, pulling free from Theodore’s comfortable hold as you step towards your seething brother.

“We don’t have the time for this nonsense! Father has given us our respected duties.” He snaps, pointing a finger at you.

“Nonsense? Are you trying to twist the blame on me once more? We are in this mess because you’ve got no self-control! And father can take those duties and shove them up his ass!” You exclaim, the room buzzing with your magic.

Mattheo feels a shock in the air between the two of you, causing him to take several steps back. You were the only one to develop magic like this which happened to be otherworldly. It was known to be chaos magic, something that didn’t have much research behind it. 

“You can’t say things like that! He’ll find out!” He snaps.

“Let him. I’m tired of us hiding behind him like cowards!” You snap.

Your eyes flickered to a glowing green, something they hadn’t ever done before as you began to levitate slightly—another thing you hadn’t ever done.

Your father loved and hated your magic. He loved that it was his child who possessed such rare and unique abilities. But, he hated it because it meant you were stronger than him. So, anytime your magic began to go haywire because of your emotions, he’d be quick to lock you away so you could reign it in. You’ve never gotten a chance to experiment with your powers to see what you were capable of. 

“Y/n/n, you need to calm down.” Mattheo warns, putting his hands up in surrender.

Your heart aches seeing the fear in his eyes. You see his hand inching to his wand and your lip trembles, tilting your head slightly as your eyes well with tears. You glance around the room to see your friends inching behind your brothers, fear on their faces. Tom steps up next to Mattheo, nudging him behind him as he shakily points his wand at you. 

“Expelliarmus!” Theodore shouts, standing in front of you. 

He catches Tom’s wand, glaring at the group. 

“She is your bloody sister! Our friends! She wouldn’t hurt you even if she wanted to! Can’t you see you both are hurting her! In fact, all of you are.” He snaps. 

Your feet touch the ground as your eyes flicker back to normal. Theodore turns to you. He steps forward, but you step back as you slowly shake your head. 

“P-Please don’t…I d-don’t want to hurt you.” You whisper.

“You won’t hurt me, love. Come here.” He murmurs.

You don’t move as he slowly steps towards you like you were a timid doe. His arms wrap around you, his hand cradling your head as he inhales deeply as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your arms slowly wind around his waist, your hands shaking. 

“I-I didn’t mean to.” You whisper.

“Darling, you didn’t do nothin’ wrong. You’ve never gotten the chance to know your magic and we know that. It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.” He murmurs. 

You were quiet, your shaky hands fisting the back of his shirt. He kisses your clothed shoulder, ignorant to your brothers’ anger towards him touching you. But, they knew that you were upset with them now. It was Theodore out of your friends and brothers who defended you. 

You slowly pull away, stepping back. 

“I wanna leave, Teddy.” You whisper.

“Come on, love.” He murmurs, gently grabbing your hand as he shields you from your brothers and friends as he guides you elsewhere.

“Where is she, Nott? She is our bloody sister.” Tom seethes.

“You guys really don’t see what you guys did to her, do you?” He asks, laughing sarcastically as your friend group quiets, 

“What?” Mattheo asks, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, she is a Riddle. But, she is by far the most empathetic, caring, and loving one of you all. She hides it well, yes, and when you all acted as if she were some…monster, you hurt her. You broke one of the most compassionate, loving, and caring hearts you could break. She loves each and every one of you deeply. You all are her family, yet you all had to be fools. She doesn’t know what she is capable of. She feels as if it’s a curse. I think it makes her unique and that she could do some amazing things if she were allowed to test her powers out. You all owe her an apology. Even then, I don’t think it’ll be enough. She is so scared of hurting somebody. Dumbledore is now aware of her magic as she has locked herself away in her room and won’t come out. He’s been trying to help her understand it while getting her work for her classes.” Theodore explains, his cheeks flushed red with anger.

It was silent amongst the friends and her brothers. He stood there a moment before leaving to let them let that settle. Maybe they’ll feel guilty, or maybe they’ll feel nothing. But, it deserved to be said. 

“Y/n/n?” Theodore asks, surprised.

“I decided hiding away wasn’t doing me any good. It just allowed me more time to overthink. I’m going to try going to all my classes today.” You say softly.

You were sitting on the windows ledge, kicking your feet back and forth. It did make Theodore’s heart rate pick up, because one wrong move, you’d be plummeting to the ground. 

“I’ll be fine, Teddy.” You say softly.

“Huh?” He asks.

“I learned I can read minds and memories with my magic.” You say.

He smiles, happy to see you growing more comfortable with your abilities now that it’s no secret with the Headmaster who was more than happy to help you learn what abilities you possessed and what you could do. 

You climb off the ledge, walking to Theodore before the two of you made it your guys’ first class. You take a seat, ignoring Umbridge’s prying eyes. 

“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Riddle. I honestly hoped you had left Hogwarts.” She said. 

You chose silence, focusing on the board. You had always lived in silence before, so why change that now? It wouldn’t get you anywhere. Simply glancing into her mind allowed you to see her next move and you were left unfazed as her hands slammed on your desk as she was in front of you. 

“Answer me, Ms. Riddle. Haven’t you heard it’s impolite to ignore your professors?” She asks.

“Sorry, Professor Umbridge, I’m unsure of what I am answering.” You say.

“Where have you been?” She asks.

“Ill.” You reply shortly.

“You would’ve been fine within a few days. It’s been six weeks.” She snaps.

“If you’d like, you can owl Headmaster Dumbledore. He was a great help as he helped me recover.” You answer.

The doors open and in walk your brothers, but your gaze never leaves Umbridge’s. She scoffs, looking offended and you question what you had done.

“That’s it. Write lines. Write, “I will not give attitude.”” She snaps, throwing the quill a pad of paper on your desk. 

You stare at it, not wanting to write lines. You don’t want the nasty scars it leaves behind. You faintly heard her scolding you and demanding you write lines. 

“What exactly is she writing lines for, Professor, if you don’t mind me asking?” Mattheo asks, trying his hardest to sound polite. 

“Literally nothing.” Theodore mutters from behind you.

“What was that, Mr. Nott?” Umbridge asks. 

“Professor, may I go to the matron? I feel unwell.” You murmur.

“Write your lines first.” She snaps.

You reach a hand out for the quill, trying to suppress the shakiness as you grab it. You take a breath in before letting it out as you begin to write, allowing your magic to inflict it upon her instead of you. 

She gasps, lifting her hand to see the words your writing appear on her hand. She storms over to you, snatching the quill. You roll your eyes up to hers, feigning confusion. 

“What did you do? You insolent brat!” She shouts, shaking her hand to wave out the pain which did nothing.

“Nothing, ma’am. What happened?” You ask. 

The class gets up, you not realizing how much time had passed as they left. Your friends and brothers stayed seated. 

“Leave! Besides you Ms. Riddle.” She seethes. 

“Nope.” Mattheo says, popping the p.

“Crucio!” She shouts. 

You gasp as Tom pushes Mattheo out of the way, taking the hit. He falls to the ground, his jaw clenched. You fall to your knees beside him, your eyes watery. 

“T-Tom? Hold on.” You whisper.

You cry out, fall to your side as her next spell hit you. Sectumsempra. 

“What the hell are you doing!?” Draco shouts.

Your eyes turn green as a wave of green leaves you. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut as you fight for control. 

“Guys! It’s going to be okay. Pansy and Enz ran to get Professor Snape. Blaise and Draco ran for Headmaster Dumbledore. Just…just hold on, please.” Mattheo pleads, take one of your hands, and one of Tom’s.

His eyes were watering, seeing his older brother by minutes and baby sister by minutes in so much pain.

“Tom, you idiot. Why’d you do that? And Y/n/n…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I never meant to do that. I love you so much and I couldn’t have asked for anyone else as a sister. I love you so much.” He says. 

You feel a wave of tiredness wash over you as you continue to lose more blood. Your eyes flutter open, only to close again as you pass out. Tom was trying to sit up, only to be pushed down by Mattheo.

“Stay still.” He scolds.

“Y/n/n…check.” He grits out.

Mattheo turns to you, realizing your hand had gone limp in his. He shakes you urgently as fears of you dying filled his head. You let a little whimper of pain out which allowed him to feel calmer and to stop shaking you. 

“Alright, move away so that we can help them.” Dumbledore says, hurrying in. 

“I c-can’t leave them. They need me.” Mattheo says.

“We got him.” Theodore says quietly.

“Go.” Tom grits out. 

“No! I’m not leaving you both!” He snaps.

Theodore, Blaise, and Enzo somehow managed to drag him out, Pansy and Draco following after in case they needed back-up in getting Mattheo back to the Common Room. 

“You both are weak.” Voldemort says. 

After your “mother”, Bellatrix, received a letter of what happened, a meeting was summoned. Your friends stared down at the table, along with their parents as they felt they were intruding. Tom and you were to stand, looking at him.

“Father, it was my fault.” You say, ignoring Tom’s sharp glare at you.

“Thomas!” Your father warns, in which Tom focuses his eyes back on his father with a clenched jaw.

“Father, please. It was me. She was angry with me and the boys simply stepped in to protect me. It was my fault. Please do not punish Tom or Mattheo. This is all my fault. I deserve to be punished.” You say. 

“Mattheo is the only one whose name didn’t pop up in the letter. He is excused from this. But, Tom and you are not.” He says. 

He points his wand, speaking, “Crucio!”. Your hands flew out, a green ward appearing around Tom as the spell bounced off of it. You used your other hand to hit the spell that now headed towards your father. 

“You dare defy me?” He asks lowly, standing slowly as his eyes seem to turn redder. 

“I said he had no part in this, but you choose to ignore what I had to say!” You snap, your own eyes turning green in anger. 

He falters, his eyes changing to ones of surprise before he raises his wand.

“I would feel terrible about having to kill my own child, but it’s evident you’ve been experimenting with your powers. If you continue to stand up to me and be a threat to me, I’ll have no other option than to kill you.” He speaks. 

“Don’t lie, father. You’d feel absolutely nothing. But, what if I did this? I reverse all your work?” You ask. 

“Don’t you dare!” He shouts. 

You clench your jaw as you flay your arms out as green lights up the room. You watch your father drop his wand as you levitate him. You continue to search his mind for all the objects that were horcruxes before your magic reached out to retrieve it and piece his soul back together. He yells and curses at you, but you aren’t affected. 

The green light disperses as you lower your father who had a sharp jawline, blue eyes that matched Tom and yours. He was tall and lanky, but you could tell it only meant he was toned. His brown hair was carefully styled. He looks at his hands before turning to a mirror and staring at himself. He spins back towards you, storming towards you.

“What the hell did you do to me!” He shouts. 

“You are no longer immortal. You are mortal. I could…however…make you immortal in a different way. But, I’m questioning if you even deserve that respect, father. You’ve treated your children like shit since they could walk. You’ve tortured us. You don’t care, nor love us. You are as much of a monster and a coward as some of the muggle’s I hear about with their children.” You seethe, walking towards him as he slowly backs up. 

“I do love you three! And I care about you! You wouldn’t know a damn thing because you're so naive!” He shouts.

You decide to peek into his mind. You become humbled as some twisted part of him has loved and cared for you…but this new him allows him to express it normally and you can tell he is confused with the feelings. He’s scared. 

“I’m not naive…you’ve done well hiding your true feelings towards us our entire life. Horcrux and disembodied you allowed you to experience love and care, yet those were warped. You had a very screwed up way of showing it. But, this way will allow us to see how you truly feel towards us.” You say, motioning to him. 

“I want to be immortal, Y/n. I have plans I must go through with.” He says. 

You turn, taking a seat and resting your chin on your hand as you look back at him.

“I’d be more than happy to make you immortal again. A spell I made and might I add that it works perfectly, no risks. But, I have one little thing I don’t want to happen. You’ve cowered behind your followers for far too long, father. A true leader leads the war. Not to mention, you have children involved. You’re willing to go to war with innocent children who may lose their lives. They’ve only ever heard what their parents said and they are far too young to even begin to think of what they truly believe. This against you adults. It doesn’t involve us. Nor, the children attending Hogwarts.” You say. 

“You kids are far more talented and excelled.” He says.

“Father…I don’t see the point of this war. You’re a half-blood…which makes Tom, Mattheo and I half-bloods as well. You’re deeming it your right to lead a war for a pure-blood world, but what about us? How does it make it fair?” You ask. 

“Because we aren’t like the other half-bloods and mud-bloods. We are far more powerful than them…smarter than them, stronger than them. Look at you for example. You possess abilities that no one else can. You possess magic that is otherworldly. Tom is much like me who can use wandless magic and see into the minds of even our most challenging opponents. Mattheo, he is much like your guy’s mother—the magical way—as she possessed ancient magic and as does Mattheo. Mattheo and Tom remind me of myself when I was younger just from the way they act. But, you…you remind me so much of your mother.” He says, managing a small smile at me. 

You were unsure what to say, thrown off by what a mood change he just had. You also found yourself wanting to ask him questions of your mother whom you’ve never gotten the chance to meet as she died in childbirth. 

“Meeting will be prolonged for now. You may go to the living room for now. I want a moment with my children.” Your father says. 

People soon filed out of the room, Enzo being the one to close the doors with hesitancy. You shoot a smile his way and nod, seeing that he looked much more relieved to close the doors. Mattheo was still sitting where he had been, but Tom took a seat across from you. 

“What was she like…our mom?” You ask.

“Your mother was…beautiful…you much look like her aside from the eyes. Mattheo got her eyes. Tom, you have her nose and lips. But, most importantly…you all share her big heart and her logical mind. She too didn’t see my views on why I wanted to go to war. She despised it unless I could truly find the reason behind it. There never was a reason besides I wanted a pureblood world. But, her and I…I never knew what love was until your mother. I believed I was incapable of loving or feeling in general until your mother walked up to me with one of her perfect, soft smiles. She was bold, fearless, and so smart. That was the side everyone got to see. But, as she and I grew closer…I got to see how big her heart was for her friends and family, just like yours Y/n/n…and to see how much she cared.” He says, his eyes faraway as he thought of your mother. 

“How were you both after graduating?” You ask.

“We were perfect. We spent the next two or three decades madly in love when I had decided to move forth with my plans. By then, my old friend Abraxas had a little boy, Lucius. I watched my friends have children, but my friends died. It was their children I began to seek forth on the war. As they began to choose to have children, I realized how quiet your mother had gotten. She always watched. I asked about it one day naturally only to learn that she too wanted children. So, we began to try, which didn’t take long till she found out she was pregnant with you three. I would do anything to go back to the day to see that smile.” He says, smiling sadly. 

“If you don’t mind…I could reflect on your memory so we could all see.” You say and he nods. 

Naturally, he had been thinking about the day, so when you tapped his temple, it didn’t take long to find it. Soon, the four of you were quietly staring at your mother. It was a little snippet, her smile that was indeed much like yours, her brown eyes lighted with so much joy and love as she held a pregnancy stick up. 

“I was unaware that your mother had a bleeding disorder. The pregnancy went well and when her water broke, we were ecstatic. I’ll admit I was rather nervous, but she couldn’t wait to get out the door and to the hospital to have you. She was so excited. They did the c-section, she got to hold the three of you. She cried as she said how beautiful you three were. She said you were going to be triple the trouble. She whispered how much she loved you and that one day she’d see you again. I was confused, but she managed to kiss each of your heads before the nurses were taking you away with solemn looks. She knew she was going to die. The entire pregnancy, she knew. She knew she’d die or live. She agreed to one horcrux—me, to live immortally. The other half of her joined me that night when she didn’t make it out of the room.” He says, swallowing hard.

“That’s who I felt when I pieced your soul back together.” You whisper.

“You felt her? I feel her sometimes…used to I could talk to her and she’d speak back. She’s grown silent though and I feared that she was gone.” He admits. 

“She’s there, her soul is growing weaker though. She wasn’t meant to live through you, but her own vessel…I…” You say, trailing off. 

“What?” He asks.

“She has a spell to resurrect the dead as well. She is the child who has dabbled in muggle magic that never went anywhere, but she takes it somewhere. She made the three of us immortal with her immortal spell, feelings intact. She did give us each a way to die if we ever got tired of being immortal. If we decided we wanted to move forth and meet in another life.” Tom explains.

“Your mother use to make spells too…she spent the years we were in Hogwarts and up until you three were born trying to create a spell on immortality. She hated that I had gone through with horcruxes and was sure she’d be able to reverse it and give us a safer option for immortality…yet here you are and you did it sooner than your mother had been able to. You remind me so much of your mother.” He says, looking at you. 

It was silent as you all looked at the memory of your mother who was so joyous finding out she was pregnant. You find yourself thinking she is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.

“I have a question.” Your father says.

“What's up?” Mattheo asks, trying to find a way to be less awkward around your guys’ father. 

“Why does Theodore look at Y/n all the time?” He asks.

You look up confused, your brothers sharing an uncomfortable look as they looked almost defeated. Tom sighs and motions Mattheo on. Mattheo sighs.

“I didn’t tell you, Y/n/n, you just found out, okay? Theodore…he has had a crush or in your words, fancied Y/n/n since first year. He’s always been a bit scared to tell her as he would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all.” Mattheo explains.

You tilt your head in curiosity as you wonder why that never stood out to you. You had always fancied him, but you never assumed he’d feel anything back. 

“I don’t quite know how to explain what it is I’m feeling…like…I love Y/n/n…I want to see her happy, but I don’t know how I feel about a boy fancying her.” Your father says.

“It's when you feel protective over someone. I’m sure you felt it often with mom.” Mattheo explains.

“I did…I was always embarrassed to ask her about the different feelings I would experience.” He admits. 

“I’ll need her bones, some ingredients, but most importantly, I’ll be needing to carefully retract her soul from you dad…this part could hurt.” You say, turning to your father.

“That’s okay.” He admits. 

“Is this it, my lord?” Lucius.

You, as much as you hated it, had a crowd who was rather intrigued by your magic and ability to create spells. You were slightly disturbed with your mothers remains being in the same room as you, but you knew it was necessary. 

“Yes.” He murmurs, walking further into the room and sitting in the chair across from your mothers casket. 

You place the metal bowl between the two as you start to add the ingredients in, you pause turning to your father as you strap him to the chair. He grimaces, realizing he may have misinterpreted how bad this would hurt, but he couldn’t complain. He wanted nothing more than the woman he loved back. 

You raise your hands, having to clench your jaw of your fathers strangled groans and pained grunts as you pull your mothers soul free of him. You lowered it to the bowl, taking a match and lighting the bowl. 

A wave of light fills the room, and you walk to the casket to see your mother there in the flesh and blood. You hear Tom helping your father free of restraints as you hold a hand out for your mother.

“Y/n/n?” She murmurs.

“Y-You recognize me?” You whisper as she fully stands.

“How could I not? You’ve turned out to be such a beautiful young woman…oh Mattheo…Tom, my boys. You three come here.” She whispers. 

The embrace of your mother was something you realized you hadn’t needed so much. Her love, care, and warmth was what filled those missing parts in you—all, but one, but that was Theodore’s spot. 

“You’re so pretty.” You murmur.

“Oh, love. Thank you, but it is you who is the prettiest girl to be seen.” She murmurs. 

She holds you three tight for minutes, before leaving a long kiss on each of your heads before hesitantly letting you go. She looks at your guys’ father with watery eyes. 

“I can’t say I haven’t missed you because I have. But, I still don’t agree with your views and how you’ve treated our children. But, when Y/n/n looked into your mind and pointed out that you had always loved and cared for them, it was just warped…I understood. But, I do believe the horcruxes played an effect. If the kids are okay with it, I’d love for all of us to start a clean slate.” She says. 

Your father nods, his own eyes watery. You turn to look at your brothers to see them looking at you as your parents turn to you three. Mattheo does a little nod, and you turn to Tom. You could see his hesitance, but once he sees your encouraging smile, he does a little nod himself. You turn to your parents, nodding at them. They pull the three of you in a hug.

“What are you doing all alone out here, Teddy?” You ask, wearing a silvery dress that glitters. 

Your makeup and jewelry was dark and green per-usual. He was in a tux, his tie terribly tied as he didn’t know how to. He had a cigarette in his mouth as he takes you in. 

“Everyone is dancing and doing sappy stuff. Your brothers even had dates.” He says quietly. 

You step forward, lifting your hands as you fix his tie. You look into his soft, yet intense eyes and smile.

“Teddy, would you like to dance with me?” You ask.

“R-Really?” He asks surprised.

“I only ask guys I like to dance, Teddy, so…would you?” You ask, holding your hand out to him.

“You like me?” He asks, taking your hand.

“More than you know, Teddy.” You say, smiling softly at him before you were gently dragging him to the dance floor.

A slow song comes on as you both start to sway. You requested this and then a waltz song next before letting the music officiant go back to their list. You saw your father and mother happily dancing as they whispered lovingly to each other. Mattheo was dancing with Astoria as Tom danced with a girl who was a year below you all. You periodically saw your friends amongst the dancing couples as they too danced. 

“Love?” Theodore murmurs.

“Hm?” You hum, your eyes clashing with his.

“You like me in a more than friend way…right?” He asks, his eyes flickering over your shoulder out of nerves.

“That was what I meant, silly. Do you like me in a more than friend way?” You ask.

“Yes! I have for a long time…since first year, but I was just…I was so scared I’d lose you because you didn’t feel that way. I was everywhere…protecting you, and keeping guys away. You infiltrated my mind every waking moment of mine…you are my mania.” He says.

“Oh Teddy, I’ve liked you since first year too. I wish I would’ve said something sooner, but all is okay. We’ve told each other now.” You say, smiling softly.

“Since you were so bold earlier, let me return that…would you be my girlfriend?” He asks.

“Nothing would make me happier, Teddy.” You murmur, leaning up as he leans down to kiss you softly.

“Hey!” Tom, Mattheo and your father shout. 

You both pull apart with soft laughter as you both look over to see them giving you both stern looks, your brothers’ dates trying to get them to leave you alone as your mother reigns your father in. You turn back to Theodore, a soft smile on your face.

“I love you, Teddy.” You murmur.

“I love you too, Y/n/n.” He whispers as the music shifts to waltz music and he groans as you grin mischievously.

It was then that he knew this was your doing, but he smiled goofily as he wouldn’t have this any other way.

[draco-tyler-mikes-paramour]

May i please request a slytherin reader where she gets in trouble with umbridge and is punished with a "i must not tell lies" scar on her arm. She tries to hide it from draco but he finds out? Ive always wondered how draco would react ;) thank you in advance!

yes i’m on it!! x

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!reader

tw: torture, violence, mentions blood loss, angst, fluff reader discretion is advised. And this is quite long

seeing between the lines

you knew it was a bad idea joining Dumbledore army after Harry had asked. But after all, Hermione was your best friend, to Draco’s dismay and you were the go between being a Slytherin you had access to the plans of the Inquisitorial Squad unfortunately led by your boyfriend Draco.

You felt awful lying to him but you were also angry at him for trying to destroy Harry and his friends, the DA to be specific which he was yet to find out that you were apart of. However it all fell apart for you very quickly when you were discovered by Crabbe and Goyle practicing defence spells with Parvati. They escorted you both to the office where you were met with the shocked face of Umbridge. You gave the two boys a fleeting death stare as to warn them off of telling Draco that you were part of the DA. “Restrain them.” Umbridge smiled as the Slytherin boys tied your hands to the chair.

“I am truly disappointed girls. Why ever were you engaging in such treacherous magic.” she clasped her hands together as you and Parvati glanced at one another fearfully. “In all due respect Professor, we were just having a little bit of fun it was nothing serious.” She furrowed her brows, still with that wicked grin on her face and walked towards you slowly “Don’t lie.” you shook your head “I’m not professor.” the next two seconds were a blur as she smacked you straight across the face “I told you not to lie Miss y/l/n. With many years of experience in the ministry I know a defence spell when i hear one. Unfortunately you will have to face consequences now.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes from the sting of her slap as you saw yourself in the mirror she had also drawn blood from your cheek. She turned to Parvati who was practically shaking in her chair “Are you practicing defence magic with other members of your class Miss Parvati? Like Mr Potter perhaps.” you knew how good of a liar Parvati was “No Professor. Of course not, it’s against the rules.” Umbridge took that bait.“One month detention. You can go now Miss Patil but I’ll watching you.”

The gryffindor girl nodded before being released and practically running for her life out of Umbridge’s office. “Now what to do with you Miss Y/L/N.” you struggled against your chair and she shushed you “Now now. What’s all this commotion? You’ve disobeyed the rules surely you realise you deserve to be punished.” you shook your head squeezing your eyes shut. “You think i don’t know about your….relations with Mr Malfoy. Which too, is also forbidden in my school. I suppose I should punish you for that too. However Draco has been more that helpful in assisting me to keep this school in order so I’ll spare that punishment…for now.”

She circled around to her desk draw, taking out her wand, a piece of paper and a pen. “I would like you to write lines for today’s punishment. You will write I must not tell lies seven hundred times on this piece of paper. You will not be released from my office until you have finished.” Crabbe released one of your hands “Wait outside the door please boys and lock it.” Umbridge explained. Your stomach dropped and you picked up the pen with a shaky hand before you started writing. I must not tell lies I must not tell lies I must not tell lies. as you began to write line number 15 you felt a sharp stinging pain in your arm.

You rolled up your sleeves and saw your own writing cutting into your skin. You eyes began to water again as the pain got stronger. You pleaded with Umbridge as she sat watching you, the happy expression never leaving her pug-like face. “Please…no.” you said in choked whisper. She sighed and shook her head “I feared you’d say that Miss Y/L/N. Now carry on or I’m afraid I will have to take matters into my own hands. I don’t like disobedient children.”

You carried on writing, each sentence cutting in the same spot in your arm making you cry out in pain until you could no longer write. Umbridge took clear joy from your punishment and stood up coming around her desk once more “I’m afraid you’ve left me with no choice but to carry out it myself.” she fluttered her eyes with evil intent. “You’re the devil.” you cried , straining against the chair “That is an a terrible thing to say to your headmistress. You horrible little girl.” and with the flick of her wand she carried on the sentences, carving into your arm making you scream out in pain.

It went on for almost 4 hours. Even Crabbe and goyle felt bad and knew that they wouldn’t be the only ones able to hear your blood curdling screams that could wake an army. But everyone knew where they came from and who was causing them. The who would be the mystery unless the boys and Parvati were to tell people that it was you being punished which they probably would. When you were finally released, it was nightfall and you were seriously injured. “Mr Goyle please come back in.” when the boys opened the door and crabbe nearly passed out from the sight of you, half of you soaked in your own blood and struggling to stay conscious, surprised you were even alive.

“I hope you learned your lesson Miss Y/L/N.” You dragged yourself to the hospital wing assisted by Goyle “You tell Draco… and i’ll kill you.” you choked out at the boy holding you up. He said nothing and nodded. Goyle was going to tell Draco no matter what you said. Madame Pomfrey attended you immediately, luckily there were no other students in the hospital wing. She patched you up with a sympathetic look of deep concern on her face “Stay here till morning and then you can go back to your dorm. But you must rest for a few days. You lost quite a lot of blood.”

You sighed weakly lying in the hospital bed as pomfrey connected your bandaged arm to an IV and within minutes you were asleep. When you awoke the next morning you felt a hand holding yours. Opening your eyes you were met with the puffy red face of Hermione. “Mione.” you smiled groggily. “I’m so relieved you’re okay.” she wiped her tears and rubbed her thumb over the top of your hand. She helped you sit up in your bed fluffing the pillows behind you “I’m guessing Parvati told everyone.” Hermione shook her head “Just the DA. To keep everyone vigilant.” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously “Could you hear it? When Umbridge was punishing me?”

She cast her eyes to the floor “I was in charms class at the time but I’m pretty sure everyone could Y/N. You know thats how Umbridge frightens students to follow her orders. Remember when it was Hannah?” you rolled your eyes “I know. But everyone will gossip about it today.” Hermione gave you a weak smile as you continued “Wait. Draco’s in your charms class.” “Don’t worry Y/N. He looked visibly uncomfortable when it was happening but I don’t think he could tell it was you. Parvati covered for you and told him you were studying in your dorm and didn’t want any distractions from anyone. Whether or not he listened to her is another matter entirely.”

“Right well I better not waste anymore time he’ll be looking for me.” You insisted. Hermione shook her head “It’s sad really. He’s your boyfriend yet…” you finished her sentence “Yet he’s the head of the inquisitorial squad determined to rat everyone out just keep him and his idiot friends out of the trouble. Mione I know, I currently hate him for it.” She helped you up out of bed as madame pomfrey came over. She took your bandages off to reveal a fresh red cracked scar reading i must not tell lies.

Hermione observed your arm with a deep frown on her face “Oh Y/N….” you shrugged dejectedly as pomfrey collected a clean uniform and set it down on your bed. “I’ll still do whatever I can to help. Even more so now this happened. That she-devil needs to be chucked out of this school.” You pulled on your uniform making sure the scar was hidden under your jumper. Your arm was sore but it wasn’t unbearable you prayed Draco wouldn’t notice but you knew that facing him was going to be difficult for you.

You walked slowly back to your dorm, deliberately stalling. However it was no use and before you knew it you were making your way through the door of the common room. Of course there Draco sat on the plush green sofa. You immediately felt a lump in your throat and pretended not to notice him like it would solve the problem. He watched you walk by small smile on his face at your absent mindedness. As you got to the bottom of the stairs you felt is his arms wrap around your waist “Where are you off to my darling? I knocked on your dorm this morning but you weren’t in. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” draco sighed into your neck.

you turned yourself out of his hold looking up at him to meet his icy blue gaze “Sorry went to the library I’ve just been studying a lot. I’m still quite busy Draco so I’m gonna get back to my dorm” his brows furrowed “But I didn’t see you all day yesterday. Had to put up with all that screaming from Umbridge’s office and Patil, a gryffindor, letting me know that youd locked yourself in your dorm to study. Cant I just hang out in your room or you can come to mine-“ you felt yourself beginning to choke up and get angry at his words so you cut him off “Draco. I’m busy. Not now.” and you took off up the stairs as he stood rejected watching your figure retreat into the dark hallway.

You threw yourself on your bed sobbing into the pillows. You had no idea how to act in front of Draco. You were so angry yet you loved him so much. For the rest of the day you showered and got into some comfy clothes before catching up on some schoolwork and getting some more rest. You felt your stomach begin to rumble so you got up again and trudged your way down to the great hall. You came down into the common where unfortunately Draco and all his friends were still sat. Blaise noticed you first and nudged the blonde boy. Draco looked at you hopefully as you ignored him once again.

“Y/N.” he called out to you. Internally cringing you faced him with a polite smile “Hi.” he scratched the back of his head “Did I uh- do something?” you shook your head as you felt the anger bubble within you “It just seems like I have. You’ve been acting really off with me today. Are you feeling ill? You don’t look well. You’ve been studying too much.” you rolled your eyes as your saw the other boys listening in on your conversation “I’m stressed, I need to study I already told you. Or is that not okay? I don’t want to do this in front of your mates Draco.” you turned to go back to your dorm but he grabbed your arm. The one with scar making you cry out in pain. He noticed immediately “Shit, are you okay darling? Did I hurt you?” You stepped back from him “No it’s fine. I just want some alone time Draco, please.”

You went back to your dorm even though you were starving and after an hour you eventually gave in. Giving it one last attempt you headed down to the great hall without any attention seeking from your boyfriend. Crabbe, Goyle and Draco were still sitting in the common room although this time there was no laughing or joking that could be heard “We have something to tell you.” Crabbe played nervously with the hem of his robe “Okay? what?” Draco looked at the boy suspiciously “You won’t like it.” Goyle admitted.

The slytherin prince sat back into the sofa “Well now you have to tell me. Is it to do with the DA? Cause you know we need to go to umbridge immediately if there’s information you’ve found.” Goyle sighed “No but well..sort of. Its complicated.” Draco frowned “For God sake spit it out.” “It’s Y/N.” Crabbe confessed “What are you talking about?”But if there was ever worse timing for you to return the from the great hall, this was it. you heard the heated exchange between the boys and caught Goyle ratting you out to Draco as you opened the common room door

“We saw her performing a defence spell with parvati so we took them to umbridge’s office. But we didn’t realise Umbridge was going to punish her with the lines. So the uh…the…the screams were hers. She was bleeding, that’s bit of an understatement really. And then I took her to the hospital wing after Umbridge had…finished with her. But I had to Draco.” You stormed into the room “Goyle! You asshole I told you not to say anything.” you yelled as Dracos heart dropped and eyes widened with horror as faced you.

“What? You mean yesterday when…all those screams..that was you.” his body when numb. “Yes. it was.” You eyes produced fresh tears as they flicked between the three boys “It’s your fault. All of you. Especially you Draco. You and your stupid fucking mates, you’ll do anything to destroy Harry. This is what your doing to people. To me. The person you love and the people trying to save this school from deatheaters and voldemort.” You screamed at him,rolling up your sleeve pointing at your arm with tears streaming your face as he stared at you as you headed off back to your dorm.

Draco ran after you shutting the door behind him “Y/N I-“ you cut him off, shouting “That monster of a woman tortured me for hours for using one defence spell. One. I nearly died! And yes I am part of the DA before you ask. I have to be if I want to survive in this school. God, Draco if anyone should be helping us it’s you! You hate your family and everyone knows they’re deatheaters anyway.” admittedly you felt bad for saying it but it was true. You turned away from him, sitting on your bed and sobbed “Go on turn me in then.” silence. You faced him again “If you have nothing to say then leave.”

he sat down and suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he whispered over and over as tears streamed down his face “i love you. forgive me.” his gaze flicked to the scar on your arm, feeling wracked with an overwhelming guilt. You both held each other until your crying had turned to sniffles. Draco held one side of your face as he cradled the rest of your body “I can’t tell you how much I regret acting this way. You wouldn’t have suffered if I hadn’t have been Umbridge’s pet. That woman deserves Azkaban.”

You smiled “It’s true. You’ve definitely made yourself even more hated than usual. You know that Umbridge is insufferable and inquisitorial squad is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. You lot made a lot of people suffer.” Draco hung his head in shame “I know. I promise I will spend a lot of my free time hating myself.” you giggled nuzzling into your boyfriend “Well I’m glad you feel that way. Though there is one thing you could do. You could stay in the inquisitorial but you wont tell on anyone. Make Umbridge think everything’s perfect and let the DA carry on to drive her out the school.” He nodded “If it protects you, I’ll do anything.” you gave him a stern look “So you’ll stop going after Harry too?” He sighed “Yes I will stop going after Harry. I’ll even talk to my father and the ministry about Umbridge.”

He kissed you deeply stroking your hair “I promise, anything for you. Now let’s rest and let me take care of you sweetheart.” You laid in your bed with Draco, his arms wrapped tightly around your body coaxing you off to sleep. And for the first time in a long time you felt hopeful about the future.

hope it’s not too dramatic lols. Also if you are following my Draco series I’m am still continuing with it I’m trying to finish the next chapter xx

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I got a new cover for my fic by the amazing @flamboyantjelly and seriously I can stare at this for the rest of my life.

Voyagers of Time and Shadow features Evelyn Kingsley and Sebastian Sallow as they accidentally travel through time and end up in 1995. Under the guidance of the new Headmaster Dumbledore they repeat fifth year. Evelyn and Sebastian are desperate to get back to 1891, even more so when they find letters Ominis Gaunt left them in the Undercroft. Sebastian quickly lands himself in detention with Professor Umbridge which causes him to befriend Harry Potter. Evelyn struggles with keeping their secret and the fact that she absorbed the corrupt ancient magic from the repository. The war between the Order of the Phoenix and The Death Eaters rages in secret and Evie and Sebastian find themselves right in the center of it all. What will people do when Evie reveals her devastating magic? Will Sebastian get a cure back to Anne?

This Fic has been such a joy to write. I started playing Hogwarts Legacy as an escape and my fics have helped me through a lot. These characters mean so much to me.

I know I’m still growing as a writer so all the comments and kudos mean the world to me 💕

The story is ongoing and I can’t wait to show everyone what I’ve got planned for them 🐍

[pooks]

a little continuation on my previous post.

in a little "what if", Ron decided to send a letter, tell Percy what Umbridge did to Harry in detention and sent proof (a photo of Harry's craved hand)

Percy reads it once, sets down the letter slowly and then decided "nope, time to overthrow this fucking circus to ministry and throw that hag in prison"

next thing Arthur hears is that Percy decked Fudge in the face, let the newspapers print out all his sketchy affairs with proof. it's the scandal of the decade, a massive headache for the auror department, the toad got arrested for "physical abuse, torture of a minor and possession of a Dark object" and the public loudly demands that Percy takes over as minister

Arthur fears it's the Black Family Madness™

Molly is so scared that Percy is gonna get thrown into jail or worse

Bill and Charlie has One Fear™, that is Percival Ignatius Weasley

Sirius laughs at everything and finds this utterly hilarious

Fred, George and Ginny try to understand what is going on and wonders if Percy has finally lost it

Hermione is speechless for the first time

Harry is just :o

Ron doesn't know what to do, all he wanted to do was to throw some shit in Percy's face. he didn't expect him to go Big Brother Mode and fix everything again.

Percy: *sips on tea* and that was that Tuesday. wonder what I'll do next week.

Percy Weasley: overthrows sadistic teacher, corrupt politician and the whole ministry in one day.

what an icon.

[stabby-apologist]

I just wanna punch her in her pretty blue eyes but like great job at making me hate you, Imelda Staunton. Grade A acting right there.

[chloe-skywalker]

Not Okay - Draco Malfoy

Draco x Fem!reader

Harry Potter x sister reader

Warnings: the Umbridge torture, mental health?

Word count: 1,384

Summary: After being late to class by only a few minutes Y/n got detention with Umbridge. Y/n tries to hide her hand from Draco, Y/n’s boyfriend, who is not pleased when he finds out. Harry isn’t either.

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“Hey Y/n.” Blaize greeted the Slytherin female Potter as she came and sat down next to Draco at their house table for dinner. Although it was very noticeable she wasn’t in her normal mood. It seemed more solemn than anything. The complete opposite of her normal demeanor.

Y/n gave their friends a barely there smile as she sat, staying unusually quiet.

“You okay, love?” Draco asked quietly enough that only she could hear him, knowing if something, anything was wrong he’d be the one she’d tell. Blaize, Pansy, Vincent and Gregory all went on with their own conversations leaving it to Draco to find out what was wrong or had happened.

“Hmmmhmmm” She hummed and nodds, but as she looked at Draco he didn’t see the normal spark in her eye’s.

Draco didn’t really believe her but dropped it for now so they could continue with their dinner. But he kept glancing at her with concern.

Our time Y/n seemed to go back to normal, till she got detention for not being to class early this time. She was starting to think maybe Umbridge had something against her.

She was getting detentions for doing nothing wrong. So Y/n was convinced the older woman had something against her.

It was getting increasingly hard to hide her hand from others, and her classmates and friends had noticed her retreating into herself. But they didn’t know why, and Y/n was to worried if she told them Umbridge would find out and that would make things worse.

But Draco had taken notice of Y/n’s bandaged hand, along with the changes in her behavior. And it worried him, Draco Malfoy cared about her more than he’d ever tell anyone. So seeing Y/n become quiet, depressed, and just folding in on herself.

He couldn’t take it anymore when he noticed the new bandage on her hand. Draco grabbed y/n by the wrist and pulled her away from their group in the library studying and out towards the hallway. But upon seeing how many students were standing around still Draco decided to take them into an empty unused classroom, once he closed the door before Y/n could question him he walked right up to her and started unwrapping her hand.

Once it’s unwrapped Draco and y/n go silent, Y/n watches him take in the bloody cravings on her hand. But Y/n couldn’t hold it for long. Tears started welling up in her eyes and spilling over and down her cheeks. Which quickly turned into uncontrollable sob’s.

Draco immediately pulled her into his comforting arms, holding her tightly. “Please tell me what’s going on. How’d you get those-...”

Draco couldn’t even finish saying it as he gulped the rest of his words down.

“Nothing. Nothings going on.” Y/n shook her head even though she was pretty sure he wouldn’t believe her. Not after seeing her hand and witnessing her emotional burst.

“Y/n please.” He pleads, pulling out of the hug to look her in the eye’s, hoping to convince her.

When Y/n stays silent Draco allow’s his mind to think of possibilities and that's when he realized. It all started after her first unwarranted detention with Umbridge.

“Did she do this?!” Draco asked louder and with more anger in his voice than he meant to. But he was pissed now.

Draco and y/n are more than friends but they’ve never put an official label on their relationship either.

Y/n just stared at Draco with more tears building, although she tried to tell him with her eyes that he was right. And Draco caught on pulling her back into him, holding her tighter as she started crying again silently this time holding Draco closer to her.

“I’ll protect you, Love. Promise.” Draco felt his heart clench at hearing her cry. But in truth he didn’t know what to do. But he knew someone who might have a better idea than he does.

After Y/n calmed down enough and was done crying into Draco the two left and went to the rest of their classes. They had only missed a free period luckily, but later when they were headed to dinner Draco made an excuse that he needed to do something first. Noticing Y/n’s nervous expression at his words he squeezed her hand to assure her that he wouldn’t be gone from her side for long.

One they were no longer near him Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Ron spat, sending a glare to the platinum haired Slytherin.

“I need to speak with Harry. Not that it’s any of your business Weasley.” Draco responded before looking to the male Potter. When he noticed Harry looked wary of what he would want to talk to him about, Draco looked down and whispered in his ear. “It’s about your sister.”

Once Harry heard that he nodded and got up from the bench seat and followed Draco out of the  great hall.

“What about my sister?” Harry asked once they were in the empty hall. Harry assumed for privacy.

“Umbridge is abusing her in detention.” Draco told the brunette boy with a serious look hoping he’d get the gravity of the situation.

“What do you mean?” Harry furrowed his brow not knowing what Draco was talking about.

“Merlin Potter! I know you hate Slytherins but do you not notice anything?!” He glared, yelling at Harry. Draco knew the twin’s being sorted into different houses strained their relationship. Especially since Y/n was sorted into Slytherin. But doesn’t understand how he couldn’t notice how his sister has been hurting so badly.

“I don’t hate my sister even though she’s in Slytherin!” Harry argued back, glaring at Draco. He didn’t hate his sister even though she was sorted into a snake's den. But because of their different houses they didn’t end up interacting as much as they’d like.

“Then pay attention to her and what’s going on with her!” Draco was pissed. How could he not have noticed?

Silence between the two was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Both boys trying to calm themselves before speaking again. 

Both care so much for Y/n Potter, just in different ways.

“Have you seen her hand?” Draco asked, less anger in his voice now since it was filled with concern.

“I’ve seen the bandage.” Harry nodds confused on what his sister's hand had to do with anything.

“Have you seen what’s underneath?” Draco sighs at Harry’s lack of awareness.

Harry shook his head now even more confused but also concerned. With his admittance of not knowing Draco went on to explain everything he had gotten out of Y/n earlier and put together after her crying rambles. He told him all about Umbridge's punishments.

“How do we stop it?” Harry asked the platinum blonde Slytherin. Both boys trying to control their emotions on the sensitive subject.

“I don’t know.” Draco sighed, feeling defeated.

“We’ll have to figure something out. Protect her somehow.” Harry sighed, feeling exactly like Draco. How are they supposed to protect her from a staff adult member of their school that should know better?

“Agreed” Draco nodded in agreement. With it all said and disgusted they both went and entered the great hall again. 

As they went to go to their respective house tables Harry turned and called out quietly, since they weren’t to far away yet. “Draco.”

“Potter?” Draco turned around confused.

“Thanks. For looking out for her and for caring.” Harry gave him an appreciative nodd, for looking after Y/n even if they didn’t get along.

Draco nodded back in a sort of ‘your welcome’.

If he only knew how much he really cared about his sister. The two had been dating for years but never put a label on things because they have kept it a secret. But between them was a spoken agreement that they were romantically involved with each other. Y/n was afraid of Harry’s judgment if they outed their relationship, but with Harry’s words of thanks to Draco for looking out for and caring for her he wondered if he either already knows or wouldn’t really care if he found out.

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