𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

1

I was trapped in the broom closet though my first 2 classes, I was aware I could just use the charm alohamora with my wand, but I quite enjoyed this time to myself.
Alone, trapped, yet free of any judgement.

I was tapping on the door before I heard the door shuffle a bit, I quickly got off my feet and questioned the person from the other side of the wood.

"Hello?" I said in a shyer manner than usual, after not using my voice in a few hours.

"Hello are you trapped" the person asked "I saw Malfoy dragged someone in here and I came back as fast as I could hope I'm not to late" Potter chuckled, is he that dense?

"Yeah a bit to late, you can go now Potter" I cleared my throat irritated

"Oh Riddle" as his voice changed with a sudden disgust.

"Oh my I had no clue I was ever so unpleasant" I said sarcastically

"Goodbye Riddle" Potter said monotone as I heard his feet moved from the door.

"Talk to you soon love" I shouted in a sarcastically tone once again, which he just groaned in response. I felt better after that conversation so I felt left the closet with the flick of my wand.

I finished my day, and let my mind drift to what would have happened if I wrote Potter over summer, or asked Hermione for her support, or ask Ron to assure them I would never betray them.

The truth was after my mother killed herself, Dolores Umbridge was now my guardian by the ministry of magic. She had quite the fond over me, most likely from my umm reputation, but she almost limited everything from the outside of her property.

I knew she was gonna be the new defensive against the dark arts teacher, but it didn't bother me—I was one of the only kids she admired, well that's what she said.

Harry was quite brave to speak out about Voldemort in class, but it went quite horribly for the both of us. Umbridge gave Potter detention while someone how mentioning me, then asking me to tea right after giving Potter's detention. If that doesn't sound suspicious I don't know what does, for the rest of the class people shot me dirty looks and Draco slyly smiling at me.

Our tea time was scheduled the same time as Potter's detention—just yay!!
I got from my bed and put on a pair of boots and walked to her office, while walking in the same obnoxious pink and kittens decor that roamed her house that now toppled her office.

I came from the left but I saw Harry on the other side, not waiting he just seemed lost. I sat inside with a chair on the right side of her desk with a cup of tea, on a coster with "Riddle"—My last name is Transvaal, do I need to tattoo to my face.

Facing forwards to umbridges desk was a student desk which I reckon was for Potter,
I grew bored catching myself waiting for Potter.

"Dear your tea's getting cold, Potter will join us shortly for other matters" umbridge chuckled
"No need to wait" she added while adding cream and sugar to both out cups whilst Potter walked in.

I was sipping my tea not making eye contact with Potter out of curtesy, yet he still shot me dirty looks now and then. His detention punishment was lines, didn't seem to bad.

"Professor why is she here" he said in a properly vile manner, what an asrehole yet I still tried to understand his feelings.

We were so close, best friends. We told each other everything no matter how hard it was, no matter how long it took to open up to each other. Or all the adventures together with or without the trio.

It didn't make sense though, he obviously didn't care about me enough to even question the dark lord but would I question Voldemort? So great— I wanted to sneak out of his detention and my tea and go to Hogsmead with his invisibility cloak and drink butter beer until we can't speak, like old times. The thing was "good times" was only two months ago..

My mind ran through our little trips, we were standing under the snow when one snowflake fell on my nose. I lightly shiver when Harry told me to stay still, with one hand he cupped my face while the other took the snowflake and put it in his mouth.

Eww, I laughed as I did the same with the snowflake under his eye. I was significantly shorter than him so I looked up to his eye before taking the flake and popping it in my mouth.
After that he tackled me and we laughed and played in the snow nearing getting frostbite and many dirty looks.

"That's none of your concern Mr. Potter, she's a fine responsible young lady that does not concern you now please continue"

I heard Harry gasp in pain? I looked over as he shrugged and put back on his aggravated face and continued writing. I look at the writing "I must not tell lies" but in red ink, there was no ink—the blood quill. Umbridge mentioned her interested into making quite cruel item and wanting to make one of some sort, I just nodded thinking it was a joke obviously not.

I saw Harry biting his lip and pricking a little blood on the bottom corner, I looked away embarrassed before remembering the quill. I took the quill quickly out of his hand, replacing it with my red-inked quill while Umbridge was facing the back admiring her kitten plates.
He looked at me with a quick flash of gratefulness than to a thanks I guess tone.

The hope in my heart faded when that happened, but it shouldn't have been there at all.

I brushed it off and dismissed myself and headed back to the Slytherin common room.