Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, a line made by Umbridge, or any of the events that may be recognizable in the series of Harry Potter in this fic.

A/N: Hello, welcome to the first PatP chapter! Hope you enjoy~ -laura.

Tick… tick… tick…

Harry could feel his heart syncing with the grandfather clock, echoing outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. This detention couldn't end soon enough. With the pain on the back of his left hand, 'I must not tell lies' nearly searing through to the bone, and Umbridge's stares, he couldn't tell which was more painful.

Umbridge had been staring, unmoving, only making a sound to sip her tea with a crooked smile on each corner of her mouth. Not only was she deadlocked upon Harry, so were her wall-cats. The tapestries, the collection of painted kittens, which would constantly make their presence known whenever someone other than Umbridge entered the office.

Harry took note of this when he entered earlier. He was glad that it had stopped. If one were to even make a purr, he was sure he would snap like a twig. Harry began to fear for Crookshanks, his best friend Hermione's cat, later on tonight if he'd even try to climb onto his lap.

He began to write again.

'I must not tell lies'

Now that the title had been officially scarred onto the dorsal side of his hand, irritated and bled a good amount, he was starting to write much slower and take many breaks in between each sentence.

The pain began to strike again, tracing it's way with each letter, irritated and red. His skin began to tear open even further. Harry looked up once more, trying his best not to break the glance and show signs of the pain.

Umbridge's smile began to quiver before she finally stood. It was more of a surprise to Harry as he had been there nearly an hour this time and Umbridge began to blend into her over-decorated pink background.

"Well, I think I've made my point, Mr. Potter. You may go," she said, in the normal shrill that was her voice.

Harry quickly put the enchanted quill down and grabbed his belongings. He never thought he'd leave the D.A.D.A. classroom so fast, but with the devil on his hands (literally, at this point), it was rather easy to. All he wanted to do now was hang around Ron and Hermione and get as far away from Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge as he possibly could.

Harry passed the corner quietly before he broke off into a run. He needed to know how the Quidditch tryouts went, as he wasn't allowed to because of this bloody detention.

Before he cut the corner to the main hall, Snape was moving just as quickly the opposite direction. Argus Filch also made way, trailing much slower than he, in an awkward limp that Harry recognized as his run. He stopped.

Harry raised a brow and watched as they turned another corner, where he had just come from in detention. Without another thought, he followed on impulse, making sure not to be seen whenever Mrs. Norris, Filch's ugly cat, peered over Filch's shoulder. They both turned into Umbridge's office.

He crept closer to the office, pressing an ear to the door that had closed behind Snape and Filch. Harry could hear locks click and snap, by magic, followed Snape's monotone and finally, the shrill.

"…in Hogsmeade? That is preposterous, no one can apparate on Hogwarts grounds. Most of all, Hogsmeade," Umbridge said, matter-of-factly.

"Be that as it may, but I do believe someone has broken that charm," Snape said.

"There was a descend of clouds, ma'am." added Filch. "A shopkeeper said he nearly fell from the sky."

There was a silence. Harry heard one of many locks being opened on the other side of the door and he dashed around the corner, nearly being seen by Umbridge. Thankfully, she headed in the opposite direction along with Snape and Filch.

"I do admire you, Snape. Coming directly to the Ministry instead of going to the Headmaster. Always a wise idea," Umbridge said.

Harry rolled his eyes. He peered out from the corner and took off to the Quidditch Pitch. He had to find Ron and Hermione, for a completely different reason than originally planned.

What had they meant about someone apparating inside Hogsmeade? Inside Hogwarts grounds, even? Not even the Dark Arts could break through that, could they? Harry found Ron on the field, Hermione in the stands.

The cool air hit his cheeks, the clouds suggesting rain. Harry continued at a quick pace until he met up with the rest of his team, and his best friend.

"Ron, I need to talk to you," Harry said, running up as Ron began picking up most of his things. "Something has happened in Hogsmeade."

Hermione was climbing down the stairs, finally meeting up with them. His team mates were patting Ron on the back and leaving inside to change out of the mud-ridden clothing.

"What happened?" Ron asked.

"Somebody has apparated inside, I heard Snape telling Umbridge," he said, acknowledging Hermione as she came by.

"Inside where? Not Hogwarts?" she asked.

"Hogsmeade," Ron corrected.

"That's impossible. Nobody can do that, not even You-Know-Who," she said.

"Exactly," Harry nodded. "Anyone fancy a trip to Hogsmeade?"

"But, Harry, hadn't Umbridge banned your visits?"

Ron smiled. "C'mon, Hermione. When has that ever stopped him before?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry knew the idea of sneaking into Hogsmeade was a horrible idea in her mind, but it was necessary if they wanted any information. If it were Death Eaters or even Voldemort, he didn't want to waste time doing his Vanishing Spells homework or contemplating why he was banned. He needed to know.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked across the field and dropped off Ron's things, and began making their way to Hogsmeade. It had been on the opposite spectrum of the castle, but on the case of someone actually apparating into Hogsmeade was a big deal.

"Who do you suppose it was?" Ron asked, breaking the small silence that bounced between them.

"I donno," Harry said. "Whoever it was must be truly powerful."

"What if it was someone like Dumbledore? He could surely maneuver his way about the castle, couldn't he?"

"No," Hermione said, swiftly. "Not even Dumbledore can apparate and disapparate the grounds. That's what the charm is for. I'm sure it wasn't apparation. It must have been something of a loophole."

"Filch did say that a shopkeeper said that they fell out of the sky," Harry added.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Understandably, it is a bit boring, nothing is happening, I get it. I know. I hope you do stick around long enough to see our God of Mischief make his debut! :D