Mandatory Soulbond

Chapter V -DADA Professor-

Ner words in this chapter: 2,481

"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

{Talking on the mind}

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter V

–DADA Professor–

Tuesday, 5 September 1995

HP's POV

Harry stared at his hand as blood marks started to be scabbed into it's skin as he wrote I Must Not Tell Lies. He frowned as he stared at it. It couldn't be legal. He set down the quill and touched his good hand to the wounded one. It hurt!

"I didn't give you authorization to stop." Professor Umbridge retorted.

Harry's mind sought Voldemort's immediately.

{I am here. Why do I feel pain?} Come the angry hiss.

{Quill that uses my own blood. I'm at DADA's office.}

{Stop using it!}

Easier said than done with the Professor freaking out at him! Harry's weak point wasn't pain but females. The fire turned green and the two turned in time for a picture. A journalist left the fire alongside Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy. Harry's hand was photographed next with the parchment.

"I'll make certain it is printed even tonight." The man said, before nodding at Harry and leaving.

Voldemort approached Harry as Lucius held the outraged woman back. Voldemort took the hand carefully between his, as two Aurors followed through floo. Harry shivered in pain as Voldemort started an incantation and both Voldemort's hands started glowing as they held Harry's wounded one. When the Dark Lord was done, Harry realized he was hiccupping like a baby. Voldemort pulled him into his arms and held him close.

"Blood quills are forbidden in anything but to sign a contract for a reason!" He hissed at Professor Umbridge. "Were you trying to kill his Magical Core?"

"He lied!"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"She called Cedric's death a terrible accident. So, I called her a liar and said that Peter Pettigrew killed him."

Voldemort smiled amused.

"My Mate did not lie. He just spoke directly into my eyes. You cannot lie to your own Mate."

Harry's eyes grew and turned towards the others as the Aurors were uncertain on how to react. Principally, since it was public knowledge that Harry was being sullied by the Minister of Magic himself.

"Maybe I should bring Young Riddle into the Infirmary wing and call his two siblings so they stay by his side?" Lucius offered and Voldemort nodded.

Harry stood on shaky legs and made a move to grab his shoulder bag but Voldemort shook his head. He left with the blond and the two walked side-by-side towards the Infirmary wing.