Percy Jackson, Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter Once!!!!!:D

CHAPTER ELEVEN!!!!

"Was that a typical detention in Hogwarts?" Percy asked once they had left Umbridge's office.

"No. The detentions usually don't cause harm to students." Harry replied.

"What was it she used on you? That quill. Do you know what it's called?"

"No. I don't. I've never seen anything like it at all."

Percy remembered something. He had been wondering what types of magical weapons there were in the Wizarding world so he checked out a book from the library. He started rummaging in his bag. Surely he had put it in there. Granola bar? Nope. Notebook? Nope. Athena Mythomagic figurine? Why is that even in there? After a few more moments of rummaging, Percy pulled out a book entitled One Hundred and One Magical Weapons of Torture and More 5th Edition. He started randomly flipping pages. He faintly remembered a quill being in the book, but where? He stopped when he got to page 87 where there was a finely detailed drawing of a blood-red quill. Black Quill the page stated in bold letters. The black quill is a torture device that originated from England in the mid-fifteen hundreds originally used to torture prisoners by having them write their sentence on a piece of parchment, consequently ingraining it on their skin. What the user writes will be carved onto the back of his or her hand and the blood from the words sliced into the hand will be magically siphoned and be used as ink on the parchment. The wound on the back of the hand will then heal, slightly redder than before, and then open up when the user writes again. Continuous use of it will eventually scar the back of the hand. The quill is black or blood-red, long, thin, and extremely sharp. Use of one of these quills is strictly prohibited and you will receive ten years in Azkaban if one is found in your possession.

Percy relayed this information to Harry, and Harry was pleasantly surprised. All they have to do now is go to the infirmary and show Madam Pomfrey the wound in his hand and tell her that Umbridge did it with a blood quill and it would be taken care of. Harry relayed his plan to Percy and they were on their way.

"Which way is the infirmary?" Percy questioned. Unlike Harry, he hadn't of had the pleasant experience of one to many trips to the infirmary.

"You take a left here, then another right, then a right, left, left, up the stairs, another right, right, left, right, no left, then second floor on the right." Harry replied. Percy was slightly confused at this onslaught of information.

"Just follow me. I've gone here enough times I could go there in my sleep." In about seven minutes they were at the infirmary.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Jackson, what are you doing here?" Madam Pomfrey inquired. "Are you both all right?" Harry held out his hand for her. "My gosh! This looks like it was done with a black quill, and those are prohibited! Where did you get this wound?" She said frantically.

"Professor Umbridge. When writing lines, she gave me a quill that used my own ink as blood."

Madam Pomfrey gasped. 'Dolores? The new professor appointed by the ministry? How dare she do this to a student?! Wait, calm down. You need to treat the wound, then you can get Umbridge.' She thought to herself. She grabbed a blood-replenishing potion, murtlap essence, and a tiny bit of dittany. She quickly rushed over to the bed (Harry had sat on one while Madam Pomfrey was getting potions) grabbed his hand, and started applying the potions. She poured a small amount of the blood-replenishing potion into a glass and gave it to Harry with instructions to drink. She then bandaged his hand. "Stay here." She instructed. "I have some business to do with a certain Dolores Umbridge."

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Umbridge was not at breakfast the next morning. During the meal, Dumbledore made a small announcement that Umbridge was going to be absent until further notice, and they had gotten a pair of students studying in Defence Against the Dark Arts to fill in for her and they would be arriving tomorrow. After the announcement was issued, the cheers that filled the hall were louder than the ones when Gryffindor had won the house cup four years ago. A first year Ravenclaw made up for about half of the volume, yelling, "Take that Umbridge!" then screeching a terrible screech of death.

"Be quiet Logan!" Someone called out nearby him, giggling.

"What do you say, brother of mine? Time to light the fireworks?" One of the Weasley twins asked.

"I agree, brother of mine." The other replied. There was a loud fizzing noise, then lights and noise filled the air as the fireworks were released. Classes were cancelled after that, partly because the students would not be able to focus on their classwork and partly because the teachers couldn't figure out how to deactivate these blasted fireworks!

In the Hufflepuff common room there was an epic party being held. A group of students had gone down to the kitchen and gotten some food and drinks and brought it all back to the common room. There was dancing and Alexa had somehow gotten her muggle music from her phone to connect to a pair of speakers she had brought. Other muggleborns had asked how she had done it (they really like their technology) and she replied with saying that she used a solar powered charger and she's been testing out some of her brother's new techomagic products in the one of the most magical places in the world. She smirked. She just got a ton more future customers for her brother. Loud dubstep violin blasted out of the speakers and everyone was just partying their buts off. It was fantabulous.

"Wonder who the new teachers are going to be." Percy said.

"I dunno. Anyone is better than Umbridge."

MWHAHAHAHHA! I AM ALIVE!!!! This chapter was exactly 1,000 words. I am very proud of that. And yes. Fantabulous is a real word.

Brain Boggler of the Day:

When you're stressed, you eat ice cream, cake, chocolate, and sweets. Why? Because stressed spelled backwards is desserts. 

UPDATE READ!!!!!: So this chapter is gonna be void in a bit. I'm currently writing a new one to follow along more with the plot i have planned.