a/n: a small drabble written for the Checkmated! forum (my name there is morganalefey). Set during detention with Umbridge in OotP.
Disclaimer: Harry belongs to Jo - not me!
Writer's Cramp
Confusion washed over him like the bubbles in the prefect's bathroom.
Pain. Why was there pain? He didn't understand. It was just a quill. Had he stabbed himself in his annoyance at the task at hand?
Harry looked down. The quill was on the paper, sure enough, and there was the letter ' I '. He hadn't missed.
"Continue, Potter," the teacher's voice was ominously soft. Harry started to write again. The next word was 'must'. Pain seared his skin and he saw what had happened this time. The words were being written in his blood!
Harry stopped again at the shock. Then, with a new resolve and a determination that Umbridge would NOT win, he gritted his teeth and continued to write 'I must not tell lies'.