Beast

21. Umbridge

Flashback
Third person POV:
1990

It was a unnormal cold day. Her body rested on the floor after he once again threw an empty bottle fire whiskey after her. This time it hit her at the head.

She felt a little amount of blood escaping her scull just as a burning feeling grew over her head.

She loudly growled in pain.

„What do you want ?!" A loud, raspy voice spoke right next to her.

„You hurt me." She quietly sobbed into her sleeve.

„I don't care." He roughly pushed her head back onto the floor while rising onto his feet."You're scum. Do you really think I care ?!"

He let out a dark chuckle before she felt a warm liquid dripping over her head.

She knew that he spit on her- she knew that she was bleeding and she knew that she had to escape, but there was no opportunity.

Y/N's POV:

„Miss Black." A loud snap in front of my face made me come back to reality. My body slightly shock as sweat built up against my forehead.

It wasn't real. It wasn't real.

I had to repeat it over and over inside my head to simply not fall apart.

„How dare you day dreaming in my classroom ?!" Umbridge's noisy voice echoed at the classroom walls.

„I'm- I'm sorry." I spoke still kind of sleepy while rubbing my eye.

„Detention after class- today." She sweetly smiled at me before walking away.

„Hey I'm sorry. Is everything alright." I heard Fred quietly whispering after I sleepily wiped away the stains of sweat from my forehead.

„Hm ?" I mumbled- asking for repeat since my head terribly boomed.

I saw Fred's head bending down a bit to fully face me." You're not looking good. Do you feel alright." He gently placed his hand onto my forehead to check my temperature." You're not warm."

„I'm alright." I softly pushed his hand away since Umbridge once again looked at me- and I didn't wanted her to have a reason to punish Fred.

„Focus." George hissed next to me.

„Mhm." I mumbled once again.

„Class is dismissed." Umbridge sweetly announced. "Y/N please come with me."

„I'll wait outside for you, okay ?!" Fred whispered into my ear before leaving the classroom.

My head still spun like I was seriously sick.

„Sit." Umbridge pointed at an empty spot in front of her after we finally entered her office.

My eyes almost hurt from the painful pink walls.

„Write." He commanded.