Abis: "You are not a monster. And you never will be."

Umbridge and the bite

Harry/Rigel's POV
I sat down in my usual spot and waited for the feast to start. I noticed a short toad-like lady dressed head to toe in pink. I felt the need to get rid of her, she felt like a threat.

She forcefully took over the speech, almost bragging about how she was apart of the ministry. Which will most definitely be a problem since I'm not the most liked person to the ministry. I looked down in a attempt to save my eyes from burning from the amount of pink the lady, umbridge, was wearing. I could feel her eyes burn holes into me even after she sat down. I'm going to hate DADA this year. Hermione had left to get her wrist fixed and Ron wasn't speaking or looking at me but for some reason I didn't care. I want to feel guilty about what I did but I didn't. I decided that it would be a good idea to lay down in hopes I'll feel better in the morning.

I woke up early and got ready to avoid everyone. I sat down in the almost empty hall and took a small helping of food. Professor Mcgonagall gave me my times table and I looked through it. I had potions, charms, two free periods and the DADA. I sighed and started eating or I was about to. The smell hit me and made me gag. 'Maybe I'm not hungry.' I stood up and went to the library as it was too early to get to class. I was the 4th one in class and I took a seat at the back. I felt exposed for some reason and it got worse when more people came in. I brushed it off as dumb anxiety and got on with my work. Snape wasn't picking on me for some reason but the fist shaped bruise on his jaw means dad probably had a few words with him. Me and Neville start working on a minor fire resistant potion but his nerves were all over the place. "You ok nev?" He looked at me and nodded "I just don't want to mess it up." I sighed "Think of it as herbology, they both are similar." He seemed more confident in his skills and we got the potion done quiet quickly. We were the second ones done with malfoy and nott first. Ron and hermione didn't seem to have the same luck as their potion had exploded into flames moments before seamus' and dean's did. Some of the slytherins chuckled underneath their breath.

I was talking to Neville a lot more than I normally did due to not feeling the need to attack him. We sat together at lunch but I couldn't eat anything as the smell was to much for me. Neville asked if I was alright and I nodded with a smile saying that I wasn't hungry. He reluctantly accepted it and kept talking. It was DADA when things got bad. And it wasn't even my fault this time. Ron decided that it would be a great idea to start shouting at umbidge because we couldn't do magic and decided to bring me into it.

"WE NEED MAGIC TO PROTECT OUR SELFS FROM VOLDEMORT!" He was making me go deaf "Now, now. You mustn't tell lies." Her voice was laced with venom as if she was daring him to continue. "I'M NOT! HARRY SAW HIM WITH HIS OWN EYES!" I rubbed my temple trying to get rid of my oncoming headache. "Well he doesn't seem very happy with your display, in fact he seems rather tired with it. I'm sure Dumbledoor is forcing the poor little boy to say it was you-know-who." I almost gagged at the way she was addressing me. The only people who can address me as a little boy was my parents not some toad. I was grateful the class was over as I didn't know is I would be able to put up with that lady any longer. I still couldn't eat no matter how hungry I was so that didn't help my mood. I'm used to going days without food but for some reason I had this clawing hunger.

I laid in my bed, it was late and everyone else had fallen asleep hours ago. I was biting on the side of my finger while thinking whether or not I should write a letter to my parents about this or not. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I tasted something delicious. I pulled out my finger and to my horror I saw blood. I instantly spit out the blood when I saw a chunk of my finger l was missing. The chunk that came out of my mouth was bigger than the missing chunk on my finger. When I looked back only blood was there. Not a single wound was seen.

It confused me, I was getting curious. I remembered how good it tasted "If it tasted good and I could heal after, why should I stop?' I didn't know whether it was the hunger catching up with me or I was completely bonkers. But in that moment I didn't care. I ate all my stomach desired and I took pleasure in picking the skin and muscle off my bones only to watch it regrow. I cleaned up and went to sleep with a happy stomach and no evidence of what I did.