Chapter 4: Torture on the First Day
Later that night
It was after midnight, no one in the boys' dorm knew how many hours past though, they were all asleep. Well, not all of them. Jimmy was sitting upright in his bed; it's hard to sleep when you're an insomniac after all. He just sat lost in his own thoughts
"I can't believe it all came to this! The dark lord wants us to be his stupid little puppets and no one believes any of us when we say that we say that he's returned. Now the ministry and the prophet are conspiring against all of us. We're teenagers for God's sake! Damn you Dumbledore, this is your entire fault!" He thought.
"Jimmy, what are you doing up?" A voice whispered startling Jimmy a bit.
He turned to see Ron wide awake.
"Can't sleep." Jimmy replied.
"How come?" Ron asked.
"I just can't." Jimmy declared.
Ron then turned Harry's bed. The young Gryffindor was tossing and turning like crazy.
"He must be having a nightmare." Ron stated.
"Well, it's hard not to after with all that we went through." Jimmy replied.
Then Harry bolted upright in his bed and Ron and Jimmy we're looking at him with worried expressions on their faces.
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The next day all the fifth year students were sitting in Defense against the Dark Arts class.
Samantha and Jimmy were sitting next to each other, behind Harry and Ron; Amelia and Bethany were across from sitting to their left; Chelsea was on their right sitting next to Neville.
"He had a nightmare?" Chelseaasked.
"Yeah, he was breathing heavily and everything." Jimmy replied.
"Well, what can we do to help? We're of no use to anyone in our state." Amelia declared.
"She's right; he can't help anyone. We can't even help ourselves." Samantha deadpanned.
Amelia looked at Bethany sitting next to her. Her head was in her hands and she looked like she was zoning out.
"Bethany, are you even listening to anything we were talking about?" Amelia asked.
"No sorry, what were you guys saying?" She asked.
The others just rolled their eyes.
"God Bethany, pay attention." Jimmy exclaimed.
"Don't start you two; fighting is completely useless right now." Chelsea stated.
The Elementals noticed a paper bird flying around the room, normally they'd try to hit it as it came their way, but they really didn't care about that now.
Suddenly the bird burst into flames.
The whole class turned to see Umbridge walking down the aisle with the biggest fakest smile on her face.
"Here comes the Pink Bitch." Samantha declared.
"Good morning children." She said taking out her wand and started magically writing something on the chalkboard. "Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations, 'O', 'W', 'L's, more commonly known as OWLs; study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and the consequences will be severe." Umbridge stated while magically distributing books all around the classroom.
The Elementals looked at the text books, Dark Arts Defence: Basics for Beginners, the title said.
"What are we, a bunch of bloody second graders?" Jimmy thought.
"Your previous instruction in this course has been quite disorderly, but now you will be following a ministry approved course." Umbridge declared. Hermione raised her hand to ask a question. "Yes dear?" She asked.
"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells." Hermione pointed out.
"Using spells, now why on earth would you need to know about using spells?" Umbridge questioned.
"We're not going to be using magic?" Ron asked.
"You'll be learning magic in a safe, ministry approved way." Umbridge declared.
"We'll what use is that? If we're going to be attacked, how are we going to defend ourselves?" Harry asked.
"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class." Umbridge replied.
"It is the ministry's decision is theory is the best way for you to get through your exams, which after all is what school is all about." Umbridge declared.
"And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Harry questioned.
"Nothing is out there dear boy. Who could you imagine would want to hurt young wizards such as yourself?" Umbridge asked.
"I don't know maybe, Lord Voldemort." Harry declared.
The whole classroom fell silent; a few people rolled their eyes. Umbridge did not look too happy.
"Let me make this perfectly clear, many of you have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large this is a lie." Umbridge declared.
"A lie, is that what you think? Lady you can't be more wrong lady." Samantha said.
"It's not a lie, we saw I saw him I fought him." Harry declared.
"Detention." Umbridge yelled at Harry.
"So according to you Cedric Diggory just dropped dead at his own accord?" Harry yelled.
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident." Umbridge replied.
"Accident, you call an unexplained death that six people witnessed an accident. What's wrong with you?" Samantha yelled.
"That's a detention for you as well young lady." Umbridge stated looking at Samantha.
"It was no accident Voldemort murdered him, you must believe that." Harry said.
"Enough!" Umbridge yelled. "You and your little friend come to my office Mr. Potter, tonight."
"Oh no, Samantha and Harry don't stand a chance against this bitch in the state they're both in, none of us stand a chance against her." Chelsea thought looking down at the text book, unaware that the person next to her was looking at her quite confused.
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Samantha and Harry made their way to Umbridge's office. Harry looked like he was about to go through absolute torture. Samantha had a completely emotionless expression on her face, and her hair was down and falling in front of her face.
"What the hell is this Pink Bitch going to do to us? Of course it can't be good, and after all it is detention. This is going to be the worst." She thought.
Harry knocked on the door and a voice told both of the Gryffindors to come in. When the two students entered they saw nothing but pink! Pink walls, pink chairs, the lady was even drinking pink tea with pink sugar. To make matters worse there were also plates with cats on them all over the wall. Samantha had to keep herself from growling at them.
"Good evening Mr. Potter, Miss Aston, sit." Umbridge said in a cheering voice motioning to the chairs across from her. "You're going to be doing some lines for me today." She stated.
"Harry and Samantha moved to pick up their quills before they were interrupted.
"No not with your quills, you're going to be using some special ones of mine." Umbridge said handing both students a quill. Samantha automatically moved the quill into her left hand.
"You know people who are left-handed used to be considered evil." Samantha said emotionlessly.
Umbridge developed a frightened look on her face before composing herself and continuing. "Now I want you to write 'I must not tell lies'." She stated.
"How many times?" Harry asked.
"Let's just say as long as it takes the message to sink in." Umbridge replied.
"You haven't given us any ink." Harry said.
"You won't need any." The pink professor replied.
So Harry and Samantha began writing the phrase down on the pieces of paper in front of them. As they were writing the two friends felt this jolt of pain running through their hands once they finished they looked at their non-dominate hands in shock. The words they had just written here engraved on their hands. They looked up to find Umbridge staring at both of them.
"Yes?" She asked.
After a few seconds later Harry finally said something. "Nothing." He replied.
"That's right. Because deep down you both know that you were wrong, don't you?" She asked.
Harry only nodded Samantha just sat there starring at Umbridge and staying silent.
"Off you go then." Umbridge said. Harry got up to leave. Samantha gave him a "wait outside for a second look" before walking toward Umbridge.
"I tried to warn you as nicely as possible last time but this time I'm afraid I need to be harsh; after all, you just mutilated me and my friend. So if you ever call us liars again, and even attempt to hurt my friends and family then you might just find your office a wreck with no proof as to how it happened." Samantha declared before walking out, slamming the door on her way.
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In the Gryffindor common room everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, the younger students were sampling Fred and George's Skiving Snackboxes, Neville was inspecting one of his plants, and everyone else was in conversation with each other. Harry was sitting on the couch by himself. Samantha would normally be with him, but given the current emotional states both of them were in she knew she would be unsuccessful in trying to cheer up her friend. So she sat at the bottom of the stairs to the dorms with one of her mangas. She noticed Ron and Hermione approach Harry, but again she decided nothing she said would help at this point. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and noticed the others.
Chelsea, Bethany, and Jimmy were having a conversation and Amelia was just looking sadly at her feet as they walked down. Also, Chelsea and Bethany looked as if they'd been crying.
"So you haven't even touched your journal once since this summer?" Bethany asked.
"No, it's just too hard to concentrate on writing anything. There's just no more inspiration." Chelsea said sadly.
"Couldn't you at least try?" Bethany questioned.
"She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to Bethany. Leave her alone." Jimmy said irritably.
"Amelia what do you think about this?" Bethany asked.
Amelia just turned to her with the gloomiest expression on her face.
"Hi Samantha." Chelsea said once they all met her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey." Samantha deadpanned.
"What happened to your hand?" Jimmy asked urgently upon seeing the scars on her right hand.
"Nothing." Samantha replied.
"Don't say nothing just look at this." Jimmy snarled.
"Did Umbridge do this?" Amelia asked.
"Yeah, and she did it to Harry too!" Samantha declared.
" She mutilated both of you!" Bethany stated.
"Yeah, well what can we do about it?" Samantha asked.
"Samantha, you have to let me heal that." Chelsea said.
"Chelsea you can't. Harry still has his; if mine just goes away like that and his is still there he'll get suspicious." Samantha replied.
"Dammit she's right. I have this great ability and I can't even use it to help my best friend. I've never felt so useless in my entire life!" Chelsea declared.
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Hi! Sorry this took so long. I got major writers block and had a ton of school work. Look for a new chapter soon, and thank you DevilDragon8 for helping me with these awesome ideas! Please write reviews, we appreciate feedback. See you in the next chapter.