HP and PJ crossover

Detention

Harry's PoV

Defense Against the Dark Arts. Taught by a toad, Professor Umbridge. As soon as she gave me detention, I saw Percy almost stand up, but I waved him off. This wasn't a life or death situation, it was detention with a pink toad.

I could handle it, right? When I walked into the room, which was painted pink and had cats everywhere.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

I looked around. I hadn't noticed her because she was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

"Evening," I said stiffly.

"Well, sit down," she said, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for me.

"You're going to be using a rather special quill of mine. Here you are."

She handed me a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point.

"I want you to wright 'I must not tell lies,'" she told me softly.

"How many times?" I asked.

"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," said Umbridge sweetly. "Off you go."

She moved over to her desk, sat down, and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. I raised the sharp black quill and then realized what was missing.

"You haven't given me any ink," I said.

"Oh, you won't need ink," Professor Umbridge said.

I placed the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies.

I let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the back of my right hand. The skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth.

I looked around at Umbridge. She was watching me, her wide, toad like mouth stretched in a smile.

"Yes?"

"Nothing," I said quietly.

I continued to cut into my own skin until darkness fell.

"Come here," she said, after what seemed hours.

I stood up. My hand was stinging painfully. When I looked down at it I saw that the cut had healed, but that the skin there was red raw.

"Hand," she said.

I extended it. She took it in her own. I repressed a shudder as she touched him with her thick, stubby fingers in which she wore a number of ugly old rings.

"Tut, tut, I don't seem to have made much if an impression yet," she said, smiling. "Well, we'll just have to try again tomorrow evening, won't we? You may go."

With that I left her office, making sure she couldn't hear my footsteps, then broke out into a run.

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I didn't tell Ron, Hermione, and Percy about Professor Umbridge. Percy seemed to be doing fine with school, although he couldn't exactly 'do' his homework, not even staying still for 30 minutes-do to his ADHD. But Percy and Ron seemed to be stressed. Like they were also doing something in the afternoons.

I had never considered the possibility that there might be another teacher in the world that I hated more than Snape, but as I walked back toward Gryffindor Tower I thought Umbridge was going to take his spot. She's evil, I thought, as I climbed a staircase to the seventh floor, she's an evil, twisted, mad, old-