I'll Make You Mine

14.

Harry's POV

I watched as Umbridge leaned back in her chair, looking around her revolting pink office with pure content written on her face. She sighed, finally turning her attention to me. I was sitting in the same hard brown chair, the only thing that wasn't pink in the entire room, as usual. My hand had already split open despite only writing about ten lines, and the blood was leaking out quickly and soaking the rest of the parchment. She frowned when she saw that I wasn't writing, stretching her mouth in a way that made her look even more like a toad then usual, and huffed.

"Mr. Potter, why are you not writing? It's important that this reminder... sinks in." She gave her usual simpering laugh, and I wanted to throw up and yell and run away.

I forced himself not to yell at her as I said, "My blood is soaking the page. It's impossible to write. I'll tear through the parchment."

She studied me, then stood up and went to the tea trolley and started talking with her back to me. "You know why you're here, don't you, Mr. Potter?"

I was silent. If I said no, I'd get scolded. If I said yes, I'd be playing into her trap. I knew how it went by now- this was my third detention this week. It was only Wednesday.

"You're here," she continued, "because your preposterous claims that You-Know-Who are back are spreading fear throughout the students at this school. You are here because your behavior in class sets an example for others that is unacceptable, and I, and the Ministry, will not allow it. You're here because you are a liar, and you must not tell lies." She turned back to face me with a tea cup in her hands, and took a sip. "Continue writing, Mr. Potter, unless you want to receive another detention."

I took a deep breath before putting the quill to the parchment, and started writing again. I wrote for hours, until my hand was numb and covered in blood. When my eyes finally started drooping from the blood loss and exhaustion, I dropped the quill.

"You may go, Mr. Potter," Umbridge said, not looking up at me. I grabbed my bag and headed to the office door, trying not to think of the way the room had looked when Remus had been teaching. As I stepped through, Umbridge's sickly voice followed me, saying "Make sure you don't get caught. We wouldn't want you getting more detentions."

I could hear her smirk, and shivered as I quickly left the room that used to hold good memories of when I first met Remus and learned that people who really knew my parents were still alive. We had spent hours together, him teaching me different spells and telling me about his childhood and my parents. I knew that I should write a letter to Remus and Sirius and tell them how awful she was, and the cruel punishment she used, but I knew there wasn't much they'd be able to do. All we were was a mismatched family made up of Sirius, an Azkaban escapee who, although cleared, had been accused of murder, Remus, a werewolf who was married to said Azkaban escapee, and me, a 15 year old Hogwarts student currently being accused of lying about Voldemort and Cedric Diggory's death, against the might of the Ministry.

If I told them, they'd just be angry and yell at Dumbledore, the Ministry, and make the hole we were already in even deeper. No, it was better that they didn't know. I'd tell them she was rude and not a good teacher, but I wouldn't mention the threats, detentions, and rules she created.

I made sure I was far enough away from her classroom so that I could pull on my Invisibility cloak, and then headed to Draco's room. It was becoming a common thing for me to do after my detentions, to go to his room and spend the night curled up with him. My hand was numb and still dripping, so I pressed it into my shirt and hoped it didn't leave droplets on the ground. I got to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin that marked the Slytherin common rooms, and whispered it. The painting grumbled but swung open, and I whispered my thanks. By now, he was getting used to me showing up at all hours of the morning. I crept through the common room even though I knew no one would be awake. It was very early, almost 3. I sighed as I found Draco's door, grateful that Slytherin's got their own rooms. I pushed it open and pulled off my cloak, dropping it on the chest at the end of his bed. He shifted when I laid down next to him and sighed again. A moment later, thin arms snaked around my waist and his legs intertwined with mine and he pulled me closer. He press a kiss to the back of my neck.