The Werewolf' s Daughter A Vampire( Remus Lupin Daughter )

In Hospital Wing

At the Hospital Wing
" Will she be okay Madam Pomfrey"
" Yes dear a rare type of poison was used on the blood quill, If u would have not taken her here in time she could have died"
I could hear muffled voices around me I tried to open my eyes but they felt like so much weight .I slowly opened my eyes .
Everything was blur at first then I could see Harry Hermione And Ron Standing beside my bed And I am atthe hospital wing.
" What happened" I asked in a soft voice it felt painful to speak too
They hadn't noticed I was awake  till I spoke
" Oh dear u are awake let be get your potion" madam Pomfrey spoke while hurrying away to get the medicine
" How are u feeling" asked Harry nervously. His eyes were red and puffy as he was crying for hours.
" I am okay but what happened" I asked weakly
" We were going to the common room and u suddenly fainted. That Umbitch used Poison on the blood quills u could have died" said Harry in the verge of tears.
Madam Pomfrey said I can be dismissed at tomorrow afternoon only cuz I was still weak because of the poison.
Next Morning Umbridge class
I entered the class with Harry and sat down with him.
Umbridge came to class shortly ..
"Good Morning Class " said Umbridge in her sweet voice
"Good Morning Professor Umbridge"Changed the whole class after her
" Before I start today's lesson I want to ask Ms.Lupin Something" Umbridge told looking at me.I could feel the whole class looking at me.
" Ms.Lupin Why were not present in yesterday's class and your detention" she said smiling smugly
" Maybe if u hadn't used  poison on her she would not have to go to the hospital wing and she would have attended your stupid class and detention" Harry yelled beside me
" Don't yell she will give u extra detention" I whispered tugging Harry's sleeve.
As expected Yelling didn't work instead me and Harry got one day extra detention.
At detention
The second detention was just as bad as the previous one. The skin on the back of My hand became irritated more quickly now, red and
inflamed; I thought it unlikely to keep healing as effectively for long. Soon the cut would remain etched in my hand and Umbridge
would, perhaps, be satisfied. I let no moan of pain escape me, however, and from the moment of entering the room to the moment of our
dismissal, again past midnight, we said nothing but “Good evening” and “Good night.”
Next day
Thursday passed in a haze of tiredness. Ron seemed very sleepy too, though Harry could not see why he should be. My third detention
passed in the same way as the previous two, except that after two hours the words “I must respect my teachers ” did not fade from the back of
My hand, but remained scratched there, oozing droplets of blood. The pause in the pointed quill’s scratching made Professor Umbridge
look up. “Ah,” she said softly, moving around her desk to examine my hand
herself. “Good. That ought to serve as a reminder to you, oughtn’t it? You may leave for tonight.”
“Do I still have to come back tomorrow?” said Harry, picking up his schoolbag with his left hand rather than his smarting right.
“Oh yes,” said Professor Umbridge, smiling widely as before. “Yes, I think we can etch the message a little deeper with another evening’s work.”
I had never before considered the possibility that there might be another teacher in the world I hated more than Snape, but as I
walked back toward Gryffindor Tower I had to admit he had found
a contender. She’s evil, I thought, as he climbed a staircase to the seventh floor, she’s an evil, twisted, mad, old —
“Ron?”
We had reached the top of the stairs, turned right, and almost walked into Ron, who was lurking behind a statue of Lachlan the
Lanky, clutching his broomstick. He gave a great leap of surprise when he saw Harry and me and attempted to hide his new Cleansweep Eleven behind his back.
“What are you doing?”
“Er — nothing. What are you doing?”
Harry frowned at him. “Come on, you can tell us! What are you hiding here for?”