She's A Witness ~ III | d.m.

12. Flying Birds

The sun was shining and my eyes were wide open. I remembered that his arms were around me and quietly slipped from his hold.

I showered and changed into my Slytherin uniform before writing a note for Draco, letting him know I left. I grabbed my wand and slipped on my boots before making my way out.

I found myself in the quiet halls as the sun was just waking up, I was going to the Great Hall for a quick fill of food before making amends.

Grabbing an apple for later I walked up three flights of stairs before reaching the door. I sighed and let out a breath before I knocked only for it to open.

*ahem*

"To what do I owe this pleasure, Miss?" I walked in and met her face, and I wanted to punch her. I wanted to destroy her, but I thought of something better.

"Grindelwald, Professor Umbridge, Scarlett Grindelwald." Her eyes widened and a cynical smile etched across her face.

"Ahh, I see. How is your uncle?"

I rolled my eyes but put on a smile, "I wouldn't know, since you helped put that monster into holding at MACUSA. But I am not here to talk about him, I want to talk about me."

"Well, then sit dear, sit." She stood and offered me the seat before her as she walked around her desk to sit across from me.

"Professor, you see, I can tell you dislike Harry Potter, I was at his hearing. And I would like to apologize for any inconvenience of being his witness."

She tilted her head and let out a small giggle before responding, "No worries, dear. But whoever sent those dementors, is a genius is all I'll say."

I laughed internally as I only nodded before speaking, "So you see, Potter believes that I am an ally per se... He believes that I can be trusted so I offer you a deal. Because I already know that there will be precautions, I want immunity from any punishments if you allow me to assist and aide Potter in whatever he may do."

As she was about to interrupt I quickly spoke again, "I will not help him complete the problem nor am I against the ministry, I only ask that you trust me."

The professor stood from her seat and walked back to behind her desk as she thought. "Well, of course. It'll be good to have someone to trust within the school grounds."

"Will you prove to me that I can trust you?" She gave me a curious glance but soon nodded, "Take my mark."

She thought for a moment then nodded, "Is this anything like a dark mark?"

"No, you see mine is more to just prove a loyalty. It's just a rose. It looks similar to a small tattoo. Barely visible."

She nodded then held out her arm. Yet again I only glanced at her palm and the rose appeared shooting pain down her arm.