Father's Little Deatheater

Evil Woman In Pink

On the train ride back to Hogwarts I decide to sit with my brother and our Slytherin friends as I haven't seen much of them over the holidays. They all ask me how I've been but I cant tell them anything. Although Draco knows that I now have the dark mark. So the boys know something is up because Draco cant help but look at me in a worried way.

'I'm surprised the ministry is still letting you walk around free, Potter. You better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it." Draco berates at Harry as soon as we walk past the trio, exiting the train. Draco gets right in Harry's face, but he steps back as Harry lunges forward to fight him. Ron pulls Harry back. "What'd I tell you? Complete nutter." Draco yells back. I grab the newspaper out of Draco's hand, hitting him over the head with it. "Your the nutter Draco." I demand. Receiving a giggle from Ron and Hermione. "Just stay away from me!" Harry yells back. "It's only Malfoy. What do you expect." Ron says still holding harry by the arms. He gives me the side eye before shaking off Ron's grip on him and walks ahead of us. Ron and Hermione gives me a smile, before I run off to catch up to my brother and his friends.

I catch up with the boys just as they are getting into the carriages. I jump in quickly before Pansy hops in. She gives me the evils. "Gotta be faster Pansy." I say, causing the boys to laugh. She tries to give Draco a pleading look to let her in. He shakes his head. "She's right, you should have been faster." Pansy huffs and stomps to the carriage behind us with Cho Chang and a few other girls. The boys high five me as the Thestral trots off down the path towards Hogwarts.

"Good evening, children." Dumbledore speaks up after the first years have been sorted and everyone is halfway through eating desert. The students quiet down as Dumbledore continues. "Now, we have two changes in staffing this year. We're pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking care of Magical creatures while Professor Hagrid is on tempory leave. We also wish to welcome our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delores Umbridge." A woman in pink smiles and grins from the teachers table. I notice Snape giving her a glare. "And I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing the professor good luck. As usual, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you..." Dumbledore is interrupted by Umbridge, who clears her throat.

Dumbledore looks surprised, as he turns his head around. Umbridge gets up from the table and trots over to the podium in her pink high heels. "Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright, happy faces smiling up at me. I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends." The main reason I think she sees our faces smiling is because a bunch of us caught the eyes of Professor Trelawney having a coughing fit as something she ate must have gone down the wrong hole. I nudge Draco and point in her direction as we watch and laugh at her making a fool of her self.

"Thank you, Professor Umbridge. That really was most illuminating." Dumbledore speaks, as the students all clap. "Not as Illuminating as watching Trelawney, right boys." Draco whispers to the others. Dumbledore finishes speaking and ushers us off to our common rooms for the night.

***

Lucky for us our first class of the day is DADA with Professor Umbridge. As the students are getting settled in the classroom the Patel twins charm a paper swan to fly around the room, "Go on Seamus, get it" A Gryffindor boy yells as Seamus reaches up, hitting the bird making it flutter higher up towards the ceiling. As it flutters back down Crabbe stands up and flings something at it with his slingshot. It suddenly bursts into flames, falling and crumbling back down on to the Patel twins desk. "Good morning, children." Professor Umbridge says standing at the door with her wand raised. "Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations. O-W-L's. More commonly known as OWLs." She says walking through the line of desks towards the front, using her wand to write the words on the chalk board.

"Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe. She waves her wand at a pile of books, they fly infront of us on our desks. "Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know from now on, you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic." Hermionie of course has something to say, as she raises her hand. "Yes?" "Theres nothing in here about using defensive spells." Hermionie speaks. "Using spells?" Umbridge questions before a little chuckle. "Well, I cant imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom." "Were not going to use magic?" Alex questions. "You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way." Umbridge continues.

"If were going to be attacked, it wont be risk-free." Harry blurts out. "Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class. It is the view of the ministry that a theroretical knowlege will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which, after all, is what a school is all about." She continues. "And how's theory supposed to preapare us for whats out there?" Harry questions again without raising his hand. "There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine would want to attack children, like yourself?" "Oh, I dont know, maybe Lord Voldemort." Harry speaks up. Hes defently not wrong. Murmers are heard and the sound of a pencil drops. I see Umbridges mouth twitch before she speaks again. "Now let me make this.. quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This.. is.. a.. lie." "It's not a lie. I saw him! I fought him!" Harry yells. "Detention, Mr Potter." Umbridge berates back. "So according to you, Cedricc Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry demands. I blinks back the tears that are trying to escape my eyes. "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident." "It was murder-- Voldemort killed him! You must know that!" Harry yells.

"Enough!" Umbridge shreiks. The sound of a chair grinds on the floor as Atti gets up and leaves the classroom with tears flowing from his eyes. Ive had enough of this woman. "Look what you did Umbitch" I say standing up from my chair. I recieve a few giggles from the other Slytherins. "See me later, both of you. Mr. Potter, Miss. Malfoy, my office." She demans. "Fine whatever" I get up and walk out of the classroom.

***

Harry and I get to her office at the same time. Harry knocks for the both of us. "Come in" She speaks. As we enter the pinkness of the room hurts my eyes. I squint as I enter hearing the meow of multiple cats on plates all over the walls. "Good evening, Mr. Potter. Miss. Malfoy. Sit." She greets us politely and gestures for us to sit at the desk she provided in front of hers. "Youre going to be writing some lines for me today. No, not with your quill." She adds as I start to pull out my fancy quill. "You're going to be using a rather special one of mine." She places her own quill on the table in front of us. "Now Mr. Potter I want you to write... I must not tell lies. Miss Malfoy, I want you to write.. I must not call teachers horrible names." I let out a sigh as we both sit down. "How many times." Harry asks. "Well, let's say for as long as it takes for the message to sink in." She walks away, turning her back to us. "You haven't given us any ink." I question. "Oh you wont need any ink." She answers. That's weird, I think to myself.

As I start to write my lines, the ink is a deep red colour. Seconds later the back of my left hand starts to tingle, then burn. I look over to my hand and the words im writing on the piece of paper are now burning into my flesh. Each time I write my lines its bruns in deeper causing my hand to bleed even more. Harry starts breathing heavy as Umbridge walks over to us. "Yes?" She questions. "Nothing" Harry replies aafter a few moments of staring. "That's right. Because you know, deep down, you deserve to be punished. Dont you Mr Potter." She berates looking into his eyes. This Bitch is evil, shes using a Blood Ink quill to torture us. That's not right.

Later in the slytherin common room as im studing and writing with my own quill this time. Draco and Theo come sit next to me. "What the bloody hell happened to your hand Astra." Theo asks, looking rather concerned. "Oh it's nothing I cant handle," I reply still deep in my studying. Draco grabs my hand to get a closer look. "This looks painful, Astra?" He says. "Yeah kinda, She did make me write more lines than Harry. But im not a baby about it like him." I say, finally looking up at my brother. "So she did this to you" Theo demands. I nod and get back to my work. "Father will hear about this." Draco berates. "Dont bother father Draco, He wont even care about me. I'll tell Snape about it." I say knowing fully well Father would say I deserved it. "Fine" Draco mutters before walking off. "All of that for calling her a Bitch" Theo sighs and lays back on the couch. "Yeah it fits her though, right. Professor Umbitch," I chuckle. Theo chuckles also as we have a big talk about her for a few hours.