Wander || The Order of the Phoenix || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 14 - I Must Not Tell Lies

I walked through the hallways after my dinner in the Great Hall heading towards Umbridge's class. I had left early since I wanted to get my detention with Umbridge over  and done with. I really wasn't looking forward to it. I mean, who looks forward to detention? Especially with Umbridge.

The sound of footsteps came from behind me and I turned around to face Harry, who was fast walking to catch up with me.

"Hi." I mumbled once he reached me, and we carried on walking to the class.

"Hey." He replied as I approached the door to the classroom and pushed it open, stepping into the silent room. Umbridge's office was located at the back of the classroom up a set of stairs, which we climbed up to stand in front of the entrance. "Let's get this over with."

Harry reached forward and softly knocked on the door, we both listened for Umbridge to allow us into her office.

"Come in." She said, so I swung the door open and stood, horrified, at the room around me.

Everything was pink, the walls were covered in moving pictures of cats and she sat behind her desk drinking out of a teacup set.

'nough said.

"Good even, Potters." She said, with that same fake smile plastered on her face. "Sit." She gestured to two one seater desks in front of her desk. "You’re going to be doing some lines for me today, Mr. and Miss. Potter."

I reached for my bags and began to pull out my quill and ink, before being stopped by Umbridge.

"No, not with your quill. Going to be using two rather special ones of mine." Umbridge handed me one of those 'special' quills of hers. It looked like any quill would, with a long feather at the end of it. The quill was a dirty brown colour and had a soft black cushion to rest my hand on while I wrote. "Now… I want you to write... I must not tell lies."

I must not tell lies? God, I hated this woman.

"How many times?" I asked as I picked the quill up from the desk where Umbridge had left it.

 "Well, let’s say for as long as it takes for the message to sink in." She replied with a wicked grin plastered along her stupid face. She turned away from us, starting to walk towards her pink fugly desk.

 "You haven’t given us any ink." Harry told her, making the lady turn back to face him.

 "Oh, you won’t need any ink." She said. Won't need any ink? I looked over to Harry who wore the same confused expression I did. I shrugged and held the pen in my left hand, inching it closer to the piece of paper sitting on the desk in front of me.

The pen hit the paper, ink seeping out from it's tip. Although how, I didn't know. I wrote what she said to write as quickly as possible, I wanted to leave that place straight away.

I must not tell lies. I mu

I dropped the quill. A strange pain seared through my right hand, making me clench my fist. It felt as if my hand was on fire, like a blowtorch was ripping through my skin as easily as ripping paper. I looked over to Harry, who was holding his left hand the same way I was holding my right.

I looked back to the red marks forming on my small hand, what was going on? It kept burning as words slowly began to form on my hand, written in red, scraping through my skin. Five words shredded my skin, pain electrifying with each letter that appeared.

Wanna know what it read?

I must not tell lies.

My lips slightly parted at the surprise of the marks on my hand. I looked over at the quill in my left hand, it certainly was a special quill. A special bloody quill that made your skin crumble and bleed, surely that wasn't allowed in the school.

"Yes?" Umbridge innocently asked, I lifted my head to look at Harry. Our matching green eyes met with our brows furrowed. He turned his head to Umbridge.

"Nothing." He muttered before lowering his head down to his paper.

"That’s right." She smiled, looking over at me with that stupid bloody grin of hers. "Because you know, deep down… you deserve to be punished. Don’t you?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to lose it. If I had been on my own, then I would have blown up in her face, but Harry was there. Whatever I did, Harry was going to get the blame too.

My eyes flickered open and I scowled at Umbridge, who still wore that stupid grin I wanted to slap off her face. I looked down at my hand and the piece of paper lying on the desk, then reluctantly grabbed the quill and began writing again.

I blocked out the pain of my skin splitting as I wrote, hopefully it would be over soon.

-

 "Have you forgiven me yet?"

I looked up from the corner of the common room I was crouched in to face Draco Malfoy. That was strange, his girlfriend wasn't clinging to his leg like a freaking monkey.

"No." I blankly replied as I stood up and walked away. What was the point in staying there if I was just going to be bombarded with people I didn't want to talk to? And, of course, as I walked, I bumped into yet another person I didn't want to talk to.

"Why were you talking to Draco? He's not going to come crawling back to you. Who would?" She asked, flicking her hair.

"Draco would. Since he just did." I answered, rolling my eyes.

"No, he didn't."

"Excuse me, I can't hear you over the sound of how wrong you are." I said, pushing past her and shoving her to my right as I did. Honestly, I really enjoyed that. You know, the part when I shoved her. I just wish I could've done more.

A fake sneeze came from behind me. "Oh, sorry, but I'm allergic to your crap." She laughed and I stopped to turn to her.

"I'd slap you but that would be animal abuse." I finished. By then everyone had gathered around us to watch the argument but I just pushed past them and left the common room.

As I did something caught my eye. I walked over to one of the walls outside of the common room to look at the notice hanging on the wall. Looking at it I knew that it was my chance to finally do what I had wanted for a while.

Look out Slytherin, this girl's about to try out for your Quidditch team.