'Till The End Darling

37. Let the message sink in

⚠️ trigger warning - cuts and talk of cutting skin.

Narrators pov:

At five to six Harry and y/n bode Ron and Hermione goodbye, and reluctantly made there way to the third floor.

Harry noticed y/n seemed a little tense "hey its only detention, what's the worst that could happen"

"Yeah" she smiled flatly.

"Whats wrong?" Asked Harry after a moment of silence.

"I know he's not here anymore but I haven't been in that office since..well since moody was here. And I 'dunno its stupid I guess." Y/n shrugged.

"No its not stupid at all. I'm glad you said it actually. I've been thinking the same thing." Harry smiled showing understanding "I know alot happened to you in that room, but he's gone now."

Harry knocked on the office door.

"Come in" she called in a sugary voice.

They entered cautiously. And both ended up squinting at the sheer vibrancy of the room. Not a pleasant vibrant though. In one sence y/n was relieved that the room looked completely different to how it had last year, but on the other hand she was horrified by it. Every surface had been coated in a lace cover. The walls were pink from floor to ceiling and to top that off there must have been a hundred portraits of cats on each wall.

"Jesus" y/n uttered in shock. Harry looked to her slightly amused.

"Good evening Mr Potter, Evening Miss Reverie."

Y/n startled slightly, she'd forgotten the proffesor was here. She was once again wearing a disgusting floral pink cardigan which quite comically caused her to blend in to the distasteful room decor.

"Good evening Proffesor Umbridge." Both Harry and y/n recited plainly.

"Well do sit down" she signalled to a small table draped in lace. The table had a wooden chair either side of it and two plain pieces of parchment that were apparently waiting for them.

"Erm proffesor" Harry said as he took a seat "I was...wondering if I could ask you a favour."

Both y/n and Umbridges face turnt up in confusion.

"Oh yes, and what might that be?"

"Well you see..I'm erm..Quidditch captain" Harry began.

Y/n knew where this was going and she didn't think he stood a good chance at being let off but credits to him for trying.

"And you see we've got tryouts for a new keeper, next Friday at five."

Umbridges smile grew wider than one could think possible.

Harry new before he'd even finished asking what the awnser was going to be "so I was wondering if we could move that detention to another day?"

"Oh no dear" the Proffesor was smiling so abundantly wide y/n thought she might burst "no,no,no that won't work at all, you see detention is punishment. You are being punished for spreading, disgusting, evil, nasty, attention-seeking lies. And a punishment can not be adjusted to suit the guilty ones needs can it. You understand don't you Mr Potter?"

Harry felt the blood rush to his head and a loud thumping sound in his ear "yes" he said angrily.

"I think it a good thing youre missing out on something you enjoy. It will reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach." She giggled and tilted her head to the side innocently. "Wouldn't you agree miss Reverie?"

Y/n was so utterly frustrated by this woman, and she wanted to stick up for Harry, but it wasn't worth it. She gave Harry a sympathetic look which he acknowledged appreciatively. "Yes Proffesor"