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Y/N looked at her raising a brow.
The he mentally shook his head, and went to write, when he realized something important.
Y/N: Uh... You didn't give me the ink.
He said.
She shook her head.
Umbridge: Oh, you won't need it.
She said.
Y/N looked at the blank parchment in front of him.
Y/N: How many times?
He asked.
Umbridge: Well... Until the message has... Sunken in.
She said, turning around to face the window.
Y/N shrugged, and wrote down the sentence for the first time.
To his surprise, she was right about the ink.
The quill was able to write without it for real.
He looked at the sentence.
The words he had just wrote were bloody red.
He kept writing it, over and over again, his left hand now itching more and more, as he kept writing.
He then looked at his hand, and paled.
The words were carved on his hand.
With each sentence he wrote, the words were carved deeper and deeper.
That's when realization struck him.
Everything pieced back together like a puzzle. He looked at the quill in horror.
Y/N: So that's how this thing was able to write without ink... I was using my own blood all along...
He thought, feeling sick.
He couldn't afford to write another sentence. His hand hurt like hell.
He just looked at it, helpless.
Umbridge then turned around, looking at him.
Umbridge: Yes? Do you understand, now?
She said softly.
He looked at her.
Umbridge: Deep inside, you know that you deserve this punishment, Mr Potter.
She said.
He clutched his hand.
Umbridge: I think it's enough, for today. I'll see you tomorrow evening, Mr Potter.
She said, dismissing him.
He picked up his bag, and left without even saying a word.
As soon as he left the room, he immediately took his wand, pointing it to his hand.
Y/N: Restitutio.
He muttered.
He waited, staring at his hand, but nothing happened.
Y/N: Restitutio Maxima!
He whispered desperately.
The hand slowly healed, but not completely as he had hoped.
The words remained there as a scar.
He looked at them.
He was glad Harry wouldn't have to go through that.
She wanted to humiliate him, but he wasn't going to let her win.
Y/N: I'll show you how brave a Gryffindor can be. Just wait!
He thought, as he started walking back to the Common Room.
As long as she didn't hurt Harry or his friends, he would keep it a secret.
He conjured a bandage, and wrapped it around his hand.
Y/N: No matter what. No one will have to find out about this.
He thought, as he got into the Common Room, where he found Harry, sitting on a couch.
He was staring into the fireplace absent-mindly, Snowball on his lap.
Y/N: What are you doing here, still awake?
He asked.
Harry turned around, looking at him.
Snowball jumped down from his lap, and walked towards Y/N, purring loudly.
He picked her up, stroking her white fur.
Harry: What's wrong with your hand?
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