Just Breathe || Ron Weasley

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Chapter: Eighteen

Sorry

"Couldn't you just stay quiet?!" Harry whisper shouted as the two of them made their way to Umbridge's office for their detention.

"Couldn't you stay quiet?" Hailey whispered back as he sighed. The twins didn't have a proper conversation that day. Harry was mad at Umbridge for not believing him and mad at Hailey for getting into detention.

"I couldn't."

"Neither could I." She said. "Harry I trust you more than anyone in this entire world. I saw Cedric. I know the truth. And I couldn't stay quiet knowing that."

No more words were exchanged between the siblings as Harry knew it would be pointless to be fighting over something like this. They came to a halt in front of the office.

Hailey took a deep breath and knocked on the door. They heard the cheerful voice of their professor telling them to come inside. Her room was top to bottom pink with cat pictures hanging on the walls.

"Mr and Ms Potter. Please take a seat." She said gesturing for them to sit down. "Would you like some tea?"

"No thanks." Both of them said simultaneously sharing a look. Who knew she wouldn't mix poison with their tea?

"Okay," Umbridge said. "I want you to write a line for me." They were about to reach for their bag to take the quill but were stopped. "You won't be needing your quills. You'll be using a special one." She said handing them two quills.

"And what do you want us to write?" Harry asked as their professor stood up.

"Mr Potter will be writing, I must not tell lie. And as for Ms Potter, it is I shall not disrespect my professors." She said before giggling.

"How many times?" Hailey asked leaning back.

"As long as it takes to sink in." She replied.

"But you didn't give us any ink."

"You won't need that."

Hailey looked over at her brother with a confused look. Write without ink? She took the quill and started writing it down on the paper when suddenly she felt the back of her left-hand burning. She looked down to see the words being carved into her hand.

I must not disrespect my professors.

She looked at Harry's hand to see the same. His hands were curled into a ball, trying to hold the pain. He looked raged.

"Yes?" Umbridge asked innocently as she bent down to look him in the eyes.

"Nothing," Harry replied. She then looked over at Hailey.

"Ms Potter?"

"I'm perfectly fine." She replied through gritted teeth faking a smile.

If looks could kill, Umbridge would be dead right now because of the glare Harry was giving her. Not only did she deny the existence of Voldemort, but she was also now hurting them. She was hurting his sister.

Seeing Hailey in pain was the worse thing for him.

The rest of the detention went by slowly. As if time was moving slower than a snail. By the end of the detention, Hailey had written about fifty lines whereas Harry did about thirty. She didn't want Umbridge to feel like she had the upper hand on her.