Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 12

Lucy walked into Umbridge's office and immediately had to fight the urge to vomit.

Not a single spot in the room was untouched by pink. Every surface was draped in lace coverings and clothes. Vases of dried flowers laid on doilies on her desk and dozens of ornamental plates, each decorated with a kitten wearing a different colored bow tie covered one of the walls.

"Sit," Umbridge ordered, pointing towards a small table with two straight-backed chairs and two blank rolls of parchment, "you will be writing lines tonight, Ms. Evans, 'I must obey the rules'."

The door opened and a familiar, dark-haired boy entered the office.

His eyes quickly fell on the redhead and his eyes widened.

"You know what to do, Mr. Potter," Umbridge's voice was sickly sweet.

Harry took a deep, composing breath before hanging his bag on the back of his chair and taking a seat besides Lucy.

"You got detention again?" Lucy asked discretely as Umbridge dug in her desk draw.

"Leave while you can," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"What?" Lucy looked at him.

"Here we are!" Umbridge said cheerfully, she handed them each a quill, Harry's eyes visibly hardened.

"We don't have any ink, Professor," Lucy said, taking a quill.

"You won't need any, dear," Umbridge chuckled, "it's a special quill."

"How many lines?" Lucy asked, looking at the parchment.

"Oh, as many as it takes to sink in."

Lucy looked over, Harry had begun writing, 'I must not tell lies.'

She looked from her paper to his and down to the quill in her hand.

Something wasn't right.

Taking the quill in her left hand, she began to write 'I must obey the rules' in shining, red ink.

A dozen lines in, Lucy felt a burning sensation on the back of her right hand. She shook her hand out and went back to writing.

When the pain didn't go away and instead got worse, she pulled the sleeve up over her hand.

Engraved on the back of her right hand, in her loopy handwriting was 'I must obey the rules'.

Lucy immediately dropped her quill and looked over at Harry.

He was focusing on his parchment, his face contorted in suppressed pain.

Lucy ripped the quill out of his hand and lifted his sleeve.

The skin on the back of his right hand was raw and irritated. Red and bleeding, the words 'I must not tell lies' were cut into his skin in his terrible handwriting.

"You—," Lucy's voice shook with anger, "you vile hag!" She shot up from her seat and glowered at the Defense Professor.

"Excuse me," Umbridge said shrilly, staring daggers at Lucy Evans.

"You are a evil, twisted, old, toad!" Lucy grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him up out of the chair.

"Ms. Evans, sit down," Umbridge ordered, standing up.

"No," Lucy refused as she pulled the boy towards the door, his skin was pale and his eyes were unfocused.

"Your detention is not over!" Umbridge shrieked, blocking the door.