Another furry year

Chapter 6

The next day while they were in Defense Against the Dark Arts Harry was sitting next to Ron and watching a paper bird fly around.

When it was back at her it was stopped and back there.

"Good morning children." Umbridge said.

While she walked to the top she put in three words.

"Ordinary Wizarding Level examination. OWL." she said taping the words.

"More community known as owls. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and you're future may be, sever."

'Unless you're a Potter, Black or Malfoy that is.' Tracey said.

'Yeah.' Harry said.

Then she had her wand carry a book to everyone.

While they looked at their book Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes miss?"

"Granger ma'am. There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells."

"Using spells? Haha! Well I don't see what you would need to learn spells. You will be learning using a secure risk free."

"We're not gonna use magic?" Ron said.

"Students raise their hands when they speak in my class."

"And how's theory going to help when there's something out there? It won't be risk free." Harry asked.

"There is nothing out there dear. Who would want to attack children?"

"Oh I don't know. Maybe, Lord Voldemort?"

"Now let me make this quite plain. You have heard that a certain dark wizard is append us. This is a lie."

"It's not a lie I saw him, I fought him! And I showed you all what happened second year and last year!"

His eyes were starting to turn gold. Ron saw that so he elbowed him to calm down. But he couldn't do it this time.

Ron looked at Hermione and Tracey worried that he might be noticed.

"Detention Mr. Potter!"

"Oh so according to you Cedric Diggory got killed?"

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident."

"It was murder you should no that!"

"Enough! See you later Potter, my office."

He growled quietly then took a deep silent breath and his eyes turned green again.

A few hours later Harry was on his way to his detention. When he asked he knocked on the door.

"Come in."

So he opened the door and then shut it.

"Good evening Mr. Potter. Sit." she said pointing to a desk.

So he sat down and she grabbed her quill.

"You're going to be writing some lines for me."

Then he took out his quilt but was interrupted.

"No not with your quill. You're going to use a special one of mine."

She handed him the quill and he picked it up.

"You haven't given me any ink." he said.

"Oh you don't need any ink. Now I want you write, 'I must not tell lies.'"

"How many times?"

"Oh, let's just say when the ink begins to sink in."

So he started to write it down and then started to feel pain on his hand. After the first line he looked at his hand. Then looked up.

"Yes?" she said.

"Nothing." he said.

"That's right. Because you know, deep down, you deserve to be punished."

He just looked at her for a few seconds using legilimancy on her and found out what she was doing then continued to write.