~Unknown Markings~

~Detention with Umbridge~

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood and cutting. 

Harry POV

The day is going by unbearably slowly. It was only third period but it seemed like I had already finished the entire school day. Everything had been so weird since the break-in the night before. There were a bunch of rumors going around as to who did it. There were dozens of students who suspected that it was the work of death eaters. Despite being told, that it was a student. I doubt any student here would become a death eater. 

Right now I was in the middle of my History of Magic class. I was dead. I cannot believe how insanely boring this class is. I can't wait to drop this after my O.W.Ls. 

The only person that actually seemed interested in Professor Binns's lecture was Hermione. Malfoy was there too, he was taking notes as well but looked completely miserable. His blond hair looked even stiffer than usual and his eyes seemed sunken. It looked like there should have been some sort of bags underneath his eyes but there weren't any visible. 

Almost like there was some sort of concealment charm or glamor. I wouldn't put it past the vain git.

Even from the other side of the classroom, I could see the quiver in his when he was trying to write. What the hell with wrong with him?

That was however the only notable thing during my day, the rest went by in a blur. At least until I made my way up to Umbridge's office. 

When I reached the door I knocked on the door politely. I had a burning sense of uneasiness in my stomach as she told me to come in. 

The room was cotton candy pink with plates on the walls infested with meowing cats, all staring at me. The room even smelled pink. How is that even possible?! Professor Umbridge was at her desk getting up as I entered leaving the cup of tea previously in front of her abandoned. 

(A/N:  I am not going to write out the scene word for word because of copyright purposes but it will be close enough and will have a general idea.)

"Good evening Mr. Potter, please take a seat," Umbridge instructed her voice sickly sweet but leaving no space for disobeying. She gestured to a small desk in front of her already set with a scroll. However, there was the absence of a quill and some ink. I complied with her instructions and started to explain my task. She told me that I would be doing some lines. 

I reached into my bag to get out my quill when Umbridge stopped me. "Today, Mr. Potter you are going to be using one of my special quills." She said as she placed a raven black quill in front of me. I picked it up slowly having never seen one like this before. 

"Now, " she began and I listened closely for further instructions. I figured the sooner I got finish my lines the sooner I get away from this crazy woman. "I want you to write. I must not tell lies." 

She said this painfully slowly as if she wanted to put emphasis on every single word. Inwardly I groaned, expecting no less from Umbridge. 

That's when I noticed something. I had no ink. 

When I brought it up, she simply said I didn't need it. Was this one of these enchanted quills that didn't need ink to function? Why in the world would she give me one of those? 

"How many times?" I asked, the tension in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife. 

Her voice came from behind me, and I could feel her looking over my shoulder. "Let's just say, how many times it takes for the message to sink in." 

She made her way back to her desk, keeping her eyes intently on me. It was very unsettling and creepy. 

I put all of those thoughts aside and got to work.