𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
➳ hermione granger x female oc
➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows
➳ di...
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CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR detention with umbitch
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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 went to Professor Umbridge's office for detention. As they were walking down the corridor, they ran into a familiar redhead, who seemed to be heading in the same direction.
"Hadley?" Dakota frowned. "Why do you have detention?"
Hadley merely smirked. "Why wouldn't I have detention? I drew a picture of Umbitch in her true form. A troll. She got offended and told me to come to her office after classes. What are you two in for?"
"I stood up to her for calling me a liar," Harry said as Dakota snickered at Hadley's nickname for their professor. "Kody went full Slytherin on her. She looked like she was about to explode from anger."
"Oh, how I wish I could've seen the look on her face." Hadley sighed longingly. "Neville, Aliyah, and Lyra told me and Lia about that between classes earlier. They even acted the whole thing out. I can't speak for Ophelia, but I found it rather amusing. You've got guts to talk to a teacher like that, Dursley."
"Why, thank you." Dakota smiled proudly and took a bow. They reached Umbitch's office, and Harry knocked. A soft voice inside told them to come in.
Umbridge's office, like herself, was completely decked out in pink. Pink walls, pink furniture, even the fucking tea in her cup was pink. It made Dakota's eyes hurt. She wanted to take the blackest ink and cover it all up just to spite her.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley, Miss Dursley," Umbridge said in her annoying fake-nice voice. She motioned to three desks and told them to sit, which they did. "You're going to be doing some lines for me today, children." The three started to reach into their bags. "No, not with your quills," the woman quickly added. "You three will be using rather special ones of mine."
She stood up and placed black quills on all three of their desks. She instructed Harry to write I must not tell lies, Dakota I must not be a disruption in class, and Hadley I must not make fun of my professors.
Harry rolled his eyes in irritation as Hadley made a rude face at Umbridge. "How many times?" he asked.
"Well, let's say. . .for as long as it takes for the message to sink in," Umbridge replied. Harry pointed out that she hadn't given them any ink, to which she said that they wouldn't be needing any.
Dakota sighed heavily, making it clear how annoyed she was. She wrote the first line, scarlet ink coming out of the quill. She felt a little prickling on the back of her left hand but thought nothing of it. She wrote the sentence a second time, grunting a little when a sharper pain hit into her hand. She looked down, and to her horror, the words she'd written on the sheet of parchment had been carved into her skin.
