I will not tell lies
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER IN ANY WAY
Summary: Professor trelawney has given them a Dream Journal where they are supposed to write their dreams. But Harry Potter is using more for his own good than for school purposes. After being Punished by Professor Umbridge Harry goes back to the Gryffindor Common room holding to his bleeding hand tightly and decides that maybe he should write it down.
Harry sat in the Gryffindor Common room staring at the second blank page from his journal. Sitting in his favorite seat by the fire he wonders why can;t he trust to tell people what's wrong with him. Wondering if he should write once again in that journal he looks at his bleeding hand, each punishment making the engraved words more painful by the day. He glances once again to his journal and decides that maybe for once he should put down his pride and starts to write.
"Besides...", he says to himself " ...it makes me feel much better after a long night of detention"
Yes it has been a long week, full of detention every night after dinner. He had seem Professor Umbridge's face enough to haunt him for a life time.Every time he found himself writing in that black quill, his palm would burn furiously. This was the punishment she would place to the famous Harry Potter. She would make him write "I WILL NOT TELL LIES" endlessly until it was well formed in his hand.
"I wonder if what she does it's even legal", he said to no one in particular.
As he wrote the last sentences to his entry he looked at it and smiled. This is what he wanted to write all along, and so he wrote this:
I Will Not Tell lies
Everyone looks at me
As the good for nothing wizard
That has lost his mind
Fighting...
Between believing in me
Or discarding me as a liar
Pain...
Endless pain...
Piercing my skin
As those five words
Are written...
Once ...
Twice...
Three times
In that G-- forsaken Quill
Black as night it is
Writing with my own blood
Writing in my own flesh
Writing words that I don't deserve
Every evening
In the same desk
With the same Fat Woman
Staring at my face
To see if I wince in pain
"Have you learned your lesson yet?"
My wounded palm
Bleeding says I HAVE LEARNED
While my aching heart
Screams I HAVE NOT LEARNED NOTHING
"I WILL NOT TELL LIES"
have become a tattoo in my life
A reminder
Once again
That I am nothing
But a fifteen year old kid !
Even though this words
Have been printed in my body
I know I have not lied
And I will not rest
Until everyone believes
That their worse night mare is back
And I will be heard !
TRUST ME!
Harry closes the notebook and relaxes in the chair dozing off to sleep. He was tired so tired that the fire made it so comfortable. And as he fell asleep Hermione comes from a dark corner and reads Harry's entry. A smile forms in her face and she closes the journal and places it where it was before she picked it up
"Good Job Harry", she said as she placed a light Kiss on Harry's cheek. Harry smiles in his sleep and Hermione walks away leaving Harry Potter fast asleep in the Gryffindor Common room.