Broken (A Drarry Fanfiction)

Ch3

When Harry and his friends had entered Professor Umbridge's class, Harry felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He could already tell she was bad news. "Good afternoon children!" she chirped, sounding far too happy. "Wands away and books out, please." This was followed a series of groans. "Tut tut now," she said, looking at everyone with pity, as if they were mere children who needed her guidance. "Your education in this class is far below O.W.L. levels, and so the I have appointed a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course this year. Now then, take out your books and begin reading chapter one." There were many sighs as students pulled out their books, yet Hermione had her hand in the air, staring at Umbridge. "Yes Miss Granger?" Umbridge said sweetly.

"Isn't the point of this class learning how to use defensive spells?" Umbridge smiled. "And why would you need to learn how to use such spells?" Ron spoke. "In the real world, we have to be ready to defend ourselves." Umbridge chuckled. "And who would attack children like yourselves?" In Harry's mind, he could hear the voice chuckling. "I don't know, maybe Voldemort?" Harry spat, and gasps went throughout the room. "Detention at 5 o'clock for spreading lies." Umbridge screeched. Harry scowled, ignoring the laughter inside his mind.

Harry was in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

When Harry arrived at detention, he found Umbridge sitting at her desk with a piece of parchment and a black quill. Harry took a seat and looked at her. "Now then you will be writing the lines, 'I must not tell lies.'" "How many times?" Harry asked. Umbridge merely smiled. "Enough for it to sink in." Harry picked up the quill, and then looked at her. "There's no ink." "This quill doesn't need ink." Umbridge responded. Harry began writing his lines in a red ink that almost looked like... blood? Harry felt a sharp pain in his hand and looked in horror as the words "I must not tell lies" written in his own handwriting cut into his skin. Umbridge was grinning like a madman. Another scar for the collection, Potter. Harry gulped and kept writing, ignoring the voice and thinking maybe he should tell someone about it.

Do you really want to give the Wizarding World another thing to laugh at? The Boy Who Lived, hearing voices. They'll think you're crazy! And off to Saint Mungo's you'll go. I meant telling my friends, not the whole world. Why the hell are you even here anyways? If you tell your "friends", they'll tell Dumbledore and the rest of your precious "Order", and there goes the last of your freedom. They'll keep you under watch, making sure you don't crack. You didn't answer my question about why you're here. Why should I have to answer you? Because it's MY head you're messing with! Harry groaned. "Oh dear, I guess we're done for tonight. Come back tomorrow dear. Your hand doesn't look too bad, we'll have to work on it." And with that Umbridge dismissed him. I've heard of black quills, more commonly know as blood quills, but I've never seen one in action. Nasty little things, aren't they? Shut up. Harry scowled and headed back to his dorm.

"Hey mate, how was detention?" Ron asked. Harry sighed. "Just lines, nothing much." Aren't going to tell them about your hand? Am I truly affecting you? Shut up. I feel honored, to be acknowledged by the great Harry Potter. Shut up now. But then again, you don't truly trust them, otherwise you would have told them about your abuse long ago. Shut UP. Or your wandless magic. SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!  There was a loud crack, and suddenly a piece of the ceiling fell in front of Ron. Hermione stared at it in confusion, then cast a Reparo and fixed it. "Hey, um, you guys actually, um, well care about me, right? Not just because Dumbledore ordered you to or anything..." Harry trailed off, staring at the ground. Hermione and Ron stared at him as him he had grown a second head.

"Harry, why would you say something like that? Of course we care for you, we're your best friends! Dumbledore didn't order us to be your friends or anything. You can tell us anything." Hermione exclaimed. Ron nodded. "Yeah mate, we trust you. We won't judge you for it." Harry smiled and nodded. Dumbledore would want them to say that. They're just telling all your secrets to the headmaster, you can't trust them. What is your goal here? Why are you so determined to turn me against my friends? Who even are you? The voice chuckled. You know me quite well, Harry Potter. Wait, come back! I have questions! There was only silence. "You okay Harry?" Harry nodded. "Listen, Hermione, I need to tell you something-"

Harry was cut off by a burning pain in his scar, and he felt like his skull was about to explode. Harry collapsed, dimly aware of his friends rushing over to him. Harry felt his eyes close shut and his voice say, "I'm fine, Mu- Hermione. Just a-" At this Harry felt the pain come back.- "headache." Harry groaned, the pain fading,and he welcomed the darkness.

Who's voice is Harry hearing in his head? And what is their goal? Why am I asking such lame questions? Who knows?

Ok so I decided to upload on Saturdays because of schoolwork and stuff

You've probably already heard everyone say this, but happy 19 years later! I decided to wear my Hogwarts t-shirt to celebrate, except for the fact that it was Disney day at my school and I was wearing a universal studios t-shirt. So I wound up wearing my jacket for the whole day in 108 degree weather. 100% worth it

So I decided to upload today, a Friday, instead of a Saturday like I said I would because I wanted to upload this on September 1st, 19 years later. So I won't upload tomorrow unless someone wants me to.

Ok thats pretty much it

Bye I guess