Bellatrix Black knew what was expected of her. Coming from one of the noble and most ancient pureblood families, she had a legacy to carry on -- a legacy she'd never fulfill thanks to her sister's Mudblood best friend.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN cruel and unusual punishment
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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 about Harry Potter's outburst in Professor Umbridge's class. She had denied all of Harry's claims that Lord Voldemort was back, and when he lost his temper with her, she gave him detention.
Juniper, like with everything going on lately, thought that this was complete bullshit. Harry was only speaking the truth.
"Professor Harrison!"
Juniper turned at the sound of Hermione's voice. The Gryffindor was jogging up to her, an urgent expression on her face. "Hermione, is everything all right?"
"I need to tell you something about Umbridge," Hermione said, out of breath. "Harry told me not to get involved, but I couldn't keep this to myself." She inhaled deeply through her nose before continuing, "Umbridge didn't just give Harry detention. She tortured him with something. A cursed quill. The back of his hand was all cut up."
Juniper frowned deeply, and her brows furrowed tightly together. She thanked Hermione for letting her know and promised to alert Professor McGonagall as soon as possible.
But soon didn't come nearly as fast as Juniper would have liked. She was so busy teaching Care of Magical Creatures, writing reports for Mad-Eye, and making sure Dorothea stayed out of trouble that speaking with the deputy headmistress about Umbridge's cruel and unusual punishments completely slipped her mind.
It wasn't until she was teaching the 4th year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws on a chilly October morning that her memory jogged. She was watching as they played with the nifflers she brought in when she noticed marks similar to what Hermione had described on the back of Dorothea and Luna's hands.
Hurting Harry was one thing, but proceeding to do the same to her goddaughter was a whole other level not okay.
Juniper barged into Umbridge's office, not even bothering to knock. She slammed her hands down on the woman's desk and glared down at her. "Stay the fuck away from Thea and Luna."
Umbridge let out a short, annoyingly high-pitched giggle. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Juniper."
"Oh, I think you do, Dolores. I saw what you did to their hands."
"Naughty children deserve to be punished," Umbridge stated as she dipped her quill into the ink pot and scribbled across the parchment. She glanced up at Juniper, who was still glaring at her with sheer hatred. "Perhaps you should have a talk with Miss Tonks, Miss Lovegood, and Mr. Longbottom about being out of bed past curfew."
