MOON AND STARS, fred weasley

eight

Harry was walking out of Umbridge's office by the time Adhara got there herself, so perhaps she was a little lucky that it overran since she was running a little late herself.

Harry looked miserable as he left, but Adhara thought maybe he wasn't as accustomed to detentions as she was.

He shut the door behind him and she was already late so she thought she'd check, "Harry! You alright?"

"Yeah. Fine."

It was truly unconvincing, but Harry didn't want to burden her with it when, just from what he'd seen and heard at 12 Grimmuald Place, she clearly had her own stuff going on.

"I definitely don't believe you," she said. "But you can talk to me. You know that, right? What kind of god-sibling would I be if you couldn't?"

Harry moved on the subject, "You've got detention with Umbridge?"

"Unfortunately," Adhara grumbled. "She tried teaching us about werewolves as beasts, so she wasn't too happy when I tried to correct her." She sighed. "I've got to go in now, I'm already late enough, but get back to the common room safely. You should try one of our products — laughing lollipops. George came up with that one. It's completely untested but you look like you could definitely use it. I'll even let you have one for free, just let them know I sent you."

Despite the pain from his own detention, Harry chuckled at her words. He just hoped her detention wasn't as bad as his.

It all began to get bad the moment she knocked on the door. Something felt different already.

"Come in," a voice on the other side of the door.

Adhara entered, though the doorway seemed to be enchanted in some way because the moment she did, all the effects of Lily's potion wore off. The large scratch on the side of her face became prominent again, as well as a small one above her eyebrow and multiple down the top of her arms. They weren't visible behind the uniform, but she could feel them.

"Just as I suspected," Umbridge squeaked. "Sit down, Miss Black."

She didn't know if she should argue with her. She'd not outright called her a werewolf, even if it was implied. So Adhara sat down in silence.

"Drink this." Inside the vial was a green potion.

"I'm not drinking that. You could be trying to poison me."

"Poison a child? Really?" she asked, but Adhara knew she'd do it from the spark in her eye. "It's merely a potion to block any other... enchantments you may decide to use within school grounds."

"It's a potion that blocks other potions?"

"Precisely."

Adhara crossed her arms. "Then I'm definitely not drinking it."

"A shame, really, when you could have done it so easily." She pointed her wand at the chair, which seemed to grow restraints that kept her arms in place beside her so she couldn't move.

"You're insane," she spat as Umbridge walked closer. She grabbed onto the bottom of Adhara's face, forcibly forcing her chin up as she poured the vial into her mouth. Adhara had no choice but to swallow as it fell down her throat.

The restraints came off, and Adhara felt like crying. She was going to be stuck like this, scarred and ugly, for who knew how long?

"You're not done yet," Umbridge said when she tried to get up. "Lines, using my own quill."

Biting back the tears, Adhara asked, "What do you want me to write?"