They call me a criminal

Chapter 60

I checked my watch and it almost time for detention. I saw Harry making his way there as well, and called his name. He turned around giving me a small smile, "where have you been. Everyone's been looking for you?" I shrugged, "I wanted to be alone." He sighed, "ready for this?" I laughed, "I'm ready for it to be over."

I pushed the door open to her office and took a seat in front of her desk. "The two of you will be writing lines for me today. With my own special quill." I grabbed it as she tossed it to me. "How many times?" I asked. She smiled, "as many times as it takes to sink in." I scoffed and she raised her eyebrow, "Potter you will write I must not tell lies. Clara you will write, "I will not disrespect my professors."

I pushed the quill to the paper and quickly stopped when I realized the words I wrote on the paper were being carved into my hand, my blood was becoming the ink. I stopped looking at Harry and he gave me a small nod. Umbridge stood directly above me, "you know considering you think I slit my own wrists, maybe this isn't the best punishment." She contemplated that for a moment, "you're free to go." I leaned back, "I'm not letting Harry walk back alone. Especially considering you know who is out there somewhere." She leaned forward swiftly slapping her hand across my face, "Enough." I laughed, "you're a fucking bitch, you know that?"

She grabbed my wrist, telling Harry to stay where he was. I had a feeling she was taking me to Dumbledores office, but we stopped short when Snape stepped out in front of us. "Dumbledore is not here at the moment. How can I help?" She glared at me, "this girl needs to be suspended, or tortured or something memorable, she's pure evil." I scoffed, holding up my hand to Snape, "look what she made me do. Look at my face, she hit me. Is that even allowed?" Umbridge shook her head at me, "as soon as I'm in charge, you are going to be a very sorry little girl. I promise you that. Severus she now has detention with you. I won't tell anyone if you choose to make it memorable." Snape nodded, "as you wish."

He grabbed my arm forcefully pulling me behind him. "If Dumbledore finds out you hurt me he will be furious." Snape pushed me into his office, "I'm not going to touch you. Sit. Now." I hesitantly sat down and faced him as he took his seat. "What the hell we're you thinking talking to her like that is what I'd like to know. She almost already has more power than Dumbledore, you're going to get yourself expelled." I tipped my head back in disbelief, "she was making us use our own blood to write lines." Snape slammed his hand down, "it doesn't matter stupid girl. Think. For once in your little life." I looked down, "I am. I'm thinking if I get expelled it won't be the worst thing that's ever happened to me. I'm happier when I'm not here." He scoffed, "you're happier running around the orders headquarters? Having your memories pulled from you, being forced to rewatch them?" I pulled my knees up to my chest, "I really hate you." He nodded, "the same can be said for me." I rolled my eyes, "you don't have a reason to hate me. If you try to use Sirius as one, it's your fault I'm living with him. If you hadn't killed my mother." He stopped me, "I didn't kill anyone. I stopped them from killing you." I nodded, "that's your biggest mistake. Because god knows my life would be so much easier if I was just dead." He sighed, "pull out a piece of parchment." I didn't move and watched as he grabbed one of his own slamming it down in front of me. "What am I doing with this?" He scoffed, "write something, I don't care. Just don't talk to me for the next hour."

I slid it towards me, "I don't have a quill. Unless you just want to pass me a knife and I'll use my own blood again." He stood up, "you just don't know when to stop." He walked around the desk, pulling my chair out from under me and pushing it in the corner. "Sit there. Face the wall, don't make a sound for the next hour."

I walked over to the chair, "I didn't realize I was five again." Snape nodded, "Neither did I. You'd think someone like you would know how to act their age by now."

About half an hour passed by and I turned to face Snape. "I'll take the parchment instead." He scoffed, "would you like to borrow a quill, or would you prefer to use your blood?" I pulled the chair back up to the desk, "did you like my mum? Did you think she was a good person?" He stopped writing for a moment and then looked at the clock, "I need to go. Your detentions over."