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The lesson had just become way more boring than History of Magic.
Y/N gloomily looked out of the window, his mind still trying to find a way to make Umbridge pay.
Umbridge: If I remember correctly, I just told you to go back to read, didn't I, Mr Potter?
She said.
Y/N's stomach revolted, as he gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes on the useless mass of paper and words laying in front of him.
When the lesson finally came to an end, to everyone's joy, Umbridge stopped the Twins, before they could follow the others out.
Umbridge: I shall see you two this evening in my office.
She said, looking at them both.
Y/N: Oh, you bet you'll see me. But not him.
He thought, as he looked at her.
Y/N: Excuse me, can I possible make a request?
He asked.
Both Harry and her looked at him.
Umbridge: You are not in the position of advancing requests, Mr Potter.
She said.
Y/N: Oh, this one will make you even more happy than you already are.
He said.
She narrowed her eyes.
Umbridge: Let's hear, then.
She said.
Y/N: I would be glad if you let my brother out of this. He's got nothing to do with this matter. He just acted that way following my example. I will gladly do his part of Detention too, if that's okay with you.
He said.
Harry was about to say something, when Y/N glared at him.
Just as Y/N had predicted, Umbridge was even happier than before.
Umbridge: I shall grant your wish, Mr Potter.
She said, before dismissing them.
They walked out of the classroom, and just as they turned the corner, Harry looked at Y/N.
Harry: Why did you do that!?
He shouted.
Y/N: Sorry, but I can't let her do as she pleases with you too. I won't allow her to even lay a finger on you. As for the Detention, I'll be just fine.
He said, waving his hand nonchalantly.
Harry: But what if she hurts you?
He asked.
Y/N: Heh, do you really think I'd let her lay her filthy hands on me? You've got it wrong. I'll never surrender without fighting.
He said.
Later that evening, Y/N walked to Umbridge's office.
He knocked on the door.
Umbridge: Come in.
She said.
Y/N opened the door, and after getting in, he closed it.
He looked around, feeling nauseated.
Every wall had been painted pink, and one of them was full of porcelain plates depicting ugly cats.
She sat behind her desk, with a cup of tea in front of her, as she smiled at him.
Near her desk, was a smaller one with a piece of parchment on it.
Umbridge: Please, have a seat.
She said.
Y/N sat down.
Umbridge: You'll be writing some lines for me, Mr Potter.
She said.
Y/N was about to pick a quill from his bag, when she stopped him.
Umbridge: No, you'll be using one of mines, a very special one.
She said.
She then put a long quill on front of him.
It was completely black, except for some shades of bloody red.
He picked it up, looking at it.
Y/N: What do I have to write?
He asked.
Umbridge: I must not tell lies.
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