Hogwarts: The Secret Society - BOOK 5 (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

6: Expulsion

Before I went to breakfast the next day I made sure that my fingerless glove completely covered the writing on my hand. So, now I had to hide a werewolf bite and some writing that was engraved onto my hand.

I got to Transfiguration that day and McGonagall asked me why I was wearing two gloves today.

'I saw it at the bottom of my trunk and just decided to put it to use,' I lied.

Hermione overheard and she shot me a look. McGonagall didn't look very convinced but she left it at that.

'Professor, she's lying,' Hermione said and I glared at her. Believe me, if looks could kill, Hermione's ghost would have died a thousand times over.

'Miss Black, care to explain what Miss Granger means?' McGonagall asked, returning to our table.

'It's nothing, I just felt like wearing it, miss,' I repeated.

'Show her your hand then,' Hermione said, 'If it's nothing, you shouldn't have a problem with it.'

I grimaced as I received knowing looks from both faces. I grudgingly obliged, pulling off my glove and allowing Professor McGonagall to examine my scarred hand. She gasped slightly, her eyes tracing the imprint of those damning words.

'How did this happen?' McGonagall asked, her eyes wide.

'Umbridge,' Hermione spoke before I could, 'In Molly's detention, she was made to write lines using her blood.'

'It's fine, Professor Snape gave me something to help,' I swiftly replaced my glove, avoiding eye contact, 'I'll survive.'

'I will deal with this, don't you worry,' McGonagall looked angry. I'd never seen her so angry, but something about Umbridge seemed to light a fire within her. She rubbed her up the wrong way and now that she knew Umbridge was hurting one of her pupils, she wasn't going to let it go. She left me alone and turned to the front of the class.

'Well, as you all know, your Ordinary Wizarding Level exams are coming up soon,' she said, 'So that means I will be having interviews with all of the Gryffindors so we can see what you need to get for your career choice!'

I wasn't going to be able to get a job anyway. Recently, the Ministry had decided they were going to tell all employers if someone is a werewolf which resulted in heaps of people losing their jobs. There was no chance of me getting a job but McGonagall would make me have an interview anyway.

She gave us all a sheet of paper with our interview time on it. Mine was just after my detention which was only one hour today. Umbridge had changed the time to six as she had to attend all of the interviews and my interview was at seven.

The hour of detention seemed to take forever to pass. As soon as it was over, I rushed to McGonagall's office with my hand still throbbing with pain.

'So, what are you thinking of becoming when you leave school?' asked McGonagall once Umbridge was in the room.

'Well... I'm not exactly going to get a job, am I?' I said.

'Well, you can't be sure of that until you apply for a job!' said McGonagall, 'So, what do you want to be?'

'Miss, the new legislation makes it impossible,' I sighed, 'They won't give me a job.'

I stood up and headed for the door. I didn't want to deal with that, it was a waste of both our times. Who would hire a werewolf?

'Where are you going, Black?' she asked, her voice calm.

'To the common room,' I replied, 'This is a waste of both our time.'

'Can I come?' she asked and I frowned.