The summer after his fourth year was Terrible for Harry, since not only had Voldemort returned but he quickly realised that the dark lord wasn't the only one who wished him harm.
With a shocking discovery and a visit to Gringotts, What happens when...
This is a short filler chapter, I simply wanted to get one out because it has been a while since I've uploaded on this story. Hope you're enjoying it so far and I'm going to try and upload more frequently.
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Hadrian made his way out of the Gryffindor common room, his hands in his pockets as he whistled a tune. Many watched him stroll through the corridor as though he had all the time in the world, though they all knew that he had a detention with Umbridge and wondered why he wasn't rushing to it, knowing how angry the woman could be. He soon made it to the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom and knocked on the door, looking up and down the corridor with a look of Bordem as he continued to whistle a tune.
The door swung open on its own and Hadrian raised an eyebrow at the sight of the plumped pink-dressed woman sitting at her desk, a smug smirk on her face as she gestured for him to enter. He walked through the room at an irritatingly slow pace, a twitch in Umbridge's eyes showing her impatience as he took a seat at one of the front-row desks.
"You'll be writing lines for me today, Mr Potter" She stated, her voice a sickly sweet tone that made him internally cringe.
"It's Lord Potter-Black, If I had to remind you again then I'd be taking it up with the ministry for disrespect" Her face paled slightly, her large eyes flashing in panic and annoyance before clearing her throat and putting an overly kind smile on her face.
"You'll write 'I must not tell lies'" She placed a piece of parchment on his desk and before he could take out his quill, she placed one of hers beside his parchment. He eyed the black feather on the quill and pushed out a little of his magic, immediately sensing that it wasn't any ordinary quill. It looked somewhat familiar to him and the more he studied it, the quicker he realised that it was a blood quill which is highly illegal to use unless you're signing important documents.
Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of a reaction and wanting to see how far she'd take this, he looked up at her and asked "How many times?"
"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in" He felt his anger spike, knowing full well that the toad-like witch was planning on torturing him with said quill, and he didn't want to think how many other students at Hogwarts may become victims of such treatment throughout the year.
She moved over to her desk, sat down and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. Hadrian scoffed under his breath and raised the sharp black quill and then realised what he was missing, but decided against asking the woman for any ink, knowing that it didn't need any.
Slowly, Hadrian began to write out the short sentence and prepared for the pain he was going to feel on the back of his hand. However, the more he wrote, the more confused he became because not once did he feel an ounce of pain nor did the words become visible on his hand. He continued for the next ten minutes, ignoring the heated look aimed his way by the professor who had been waiting with bated breath for any sign of discomfort and pain from the young Lord. The more he wrote, the more he began to think about how the witch would feel if she were in his shoes, if she were the only one to feel the pain even though he hadn't experienced any for whatever reason. Suddenly, Hadrian felt a flow of acceptance and agreement through him, making him pause and look around with a small frown.
