Chapter Four:
Escape
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing! I'm sorry for the long wait!
Savoren.
Harry put the last touches on his last assignment for the summer. The Devil should be returning home from work soon and she wanted all of his homework finished before she did so.
No sooner did he put away his summer school work, Trixie popped in his bedroom and said, "Madam has returned home from work. She has requested you to come downstairs after looking through the school supplies Madam had picked up for you on her way home from work." Just as Trixie said this, she snapped her fingers and bags appeared beside her.
Harry stared at the pile in both confusion and anger, "I thought I was going with her to get my supplies?!" I should have realized that was too good to be true!
Trixie fumbled with her hands as she looked at the pile of bags, "Trixie was told that yous had to earn trips out and yous did not." She kept her eyes down, scared that the boy would scream at her or worse, hurt her.
Harry knew this wasn't Trixie's fault but he couldn't help but shoot the messenger, "That's not fair!" He yelled out. He immediately regretted yelling at Trixie when he noticed her jump and hide her face. He sighed, "I'm sorry, Trixie. This isn't your fault. . ."
Trixie peeped out from where she hid her face. Again, Mr. Potter is acting nice. She shook herself from her thoughts as she pointed to the pile of supplies, "Madam wants you to look through the supplies quickly and then join her at the dining room table." With that, Trixie popped away.
Harry sighed and prayed that Trixie wouldn't tell on him for yelling at her. He gave one last glare at the pile of bags before picking them up and emptying the contents on his bed.
He stared at the pile in both confusion and amazement. Not only is all of his school supplies here but she also picked him up dress robes, school robes, new muggle clothes, under-shirt, underpants, and new shoes. Why would she care about buying me clothes? He shook away his confusion and looked through the clothes, he felt surprised that he actually liked all of them.
After he finished looking through the supplies, he did as Trixie instructed him and went to the dining room.
Umbridge had her face hidden behind the Daily Prophet, she didn't even greet him as he took his seat at the table. Supper wasn't on the table yet. Harry wanted to ask her about the clothes but couldn't find the courage to do so. He couldn't even find the courage to thank her, too afraid that her kindness was a disguise and soon would lash out and hurt him.
His own face staring back at him from the front page of the Daily Prophet caught Harry's attention, shaking his thoughts away from the clothes upstairs. He tried to read the article without being noticed.
What he read made fury bubble inside him.
The Boy Who Lied
by Rita Skeeter
After Harry Potter's trial for using magic in front of a muggle he was put under the guardianship of the one and only, Dolores Umbridge. Umbridge opened her home for the troublesome teen and will hopefully be able to bring Potter back to reality. Glory and fame has gotten to the boy, causing him to quickly become a delinquent and even a chronic liar. Last year, after the death of Cedric Diggory, Potter created an elaborate, fictional story about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named coming back to life. No evidence has proven this statement to be true and so we have no other choice but to conclude that Potter made the claim up. So, the question that rises is, how did Diggory die? The only person who knows what truly happened is Harry Potter, he just is not giving us the answers we need. With Dolores Umbridge's guidance, Potter will (hopefully) realize his wrong-doings and come clean. Many readers have asked why Veritaserum has not been given to him. The answer to this question is Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore claims that it would cause more trouble than good for the fight against any remaining Death Eaters.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting Dolores Umbridge in her office at the Ministry of Magic. Umbridge assures us that she will do everything in her power to bring the boy back to normal. She is quoted in saying, "He was once a good, I know it's still in there somewhere." Dolores Umbridge is correct in the first statement, Harry Potter use to be an adorable little boy whose eyes sparkled with curiosity. What happened to him? Hopefully Umbridge can bring our Boy-Who-Lived back to us.
Turn to Page 4 for information of Dolores Umbridge's new position as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry stopped reading, blinded by anger. "I'm not a delinquent or a liar! Voldemort IS back! Why is everyone so stupid?!"
She tilted the Daily Prophet so she could level him with a stern look, "You should know better than to speak me in that tone of voice, young man. Take a deep breath and, once you are calmer, you may speak to me with more respect." With that, she returned to her reading.
The fact that she didn't scream back at him only made his anger worse. He wants to yell! He wants to get pay back for the horrible things she has done to him and said about him. "You don't deserve my respect; you're a heartless cunt that is too stupid for her own good." He stood from the table, knocking his chair back. "I hate it here and I want to go back to my relatives' house. I shouldn't have to live with a fucktard that thinks I'm lying!"
A deathly silence fell over them as Dolores slowly folded up the Daily Prophet and laid it on the table. She stared at her ward for a second before flicking her wand at his face.
Harry flinched but immediately started to gag as his mouth filled with disgusting soap. He hurried to spit the suds out but every time he spat, the bubbles doubled. Giving up, he glared at her, thinking of thousands of ways to kill her someday.
With his silence, she stood from her seat and rounded the table so she was standing in front of him, "You have no idea how much trouble you just put yourself in, Mr. Potter."
Her smooth voice made shivers run down his spine and he took a step back. He tried to ignore the burning sensation in his nose from the soap. He kept his eyes locked on her, not trusting her.
She raised her wand and, seeing Harry flinch away, she smiled sweetly. "Oh, dearie, a curse is not enough for the amount of trouble you are in."
Harry cringed, what's that mean? Is she going to kill me? I'd rather be facing Voldemort than her!
She flicked her wand, making the suds disappear from his mouth. "How many times do I need to teach you respect, Potter?" Her eyes flashed dangerously.
Harry watched with wide, fear-filled eyes as she began to undo her leather belt. Panic overcame him as he stumbled back, eyes locked on the belt.
With the belt in her hand, she smiled down at it and then used her wand to put a curse on the belt to make it hurt more and the pain last longer. "You will remember to be respectful this time if it is the last thing you do, Potter!"
He didn't hear a word she said as he felt himself automatically starting to bend over. With his mind still clouded with panic, he barely recognized as the coverage on his bottom disappeared.
He was jerked out of his frozen state as the first stinging lash flared across his backside. I have to get away from here! His heart began to pound furiously in his chest as his eyes danced around the room, praying for an escape.
His panic escalated with each lash. He could feel his magic swirling inside, begging to be let free. His finger tips tickled with his unleashed magic. He squeezed his eyes closed and silently begged her to stop, the pain was unbearable.
Suddenly, just as one last lash landed across his backside, he felt the magical hold of the imperius curse lift from his body and he jumped to get away from her. He could feel his magic spiraling out of control but he couldn't find it in himself to try to calm it. He breathed heavily as he pulled his trousers up over his fiery bottom and glared daggers at the toad in front of him.
Her eyes flashed dangerously and she leveled her wand on him, "You will get back into position, Potter! I am not even close to being through with you!"
Harry took a nervous step away from her, knowing his accidental magic could burst free again at any second. "You can't treat me like this!"
"Oh I can and I will! Someday you are going to be grateful for my guidance, Mr. Potter! Do as I say and get back into position or you will get triple what you were already getting!" She took a threatening step towards him and he found himself immediately stepping back again. She scared the living day-lights out of him! She scares him more than Voldemort!
Infuriated about he unfairness of everything in his life, Harry shook his head and spat at her, "I hate you! You're not my mum and never will be!" His screaming caused his magic to swirl faster inside him and sparks began to escape his finger tips.
She ignored the obvious signs of his explosive magic and slapped him across the cheek, snapping in a dangerous tone, "Enough of this temper tantrum, Mr. Potter!"
Blinded by rage, Harry let out an angry scream, finally letting down the barrier to his magic. He kept his eyes squeezed tight as he clenched his fists and screamed over and over again, "Fuck you!" When his voice grew hoarse he finally opened his eyes and immediately took a fearful step backwards. The sight in front of him caused him to fear his own magic.
Across from him is a hole in the wall where Harry assumed Umbridge had disappeared to and the room was in utter destruction.
Afraid that he killed her but too afraid to check (just in case she wasn't dead!), Harry did the only thing that made sense at the moment. He hurried to her office and got his wand from her desk drawer and then he ran out the front door, hoping to get far away from the destruction he created.
As he got to the end of the yard and to the road he threw out his wand, summoning the Knight Bus. Much to his relief, the bus barely took two minutes to show up and save him.
It occurred to him just as Stan opened the door that he probably looked like complete shit.
This assumption was deemed true by the look on Stan's face. He tried to close his mouth and go about his job. As he led the boy to an empty bed, he asked, "What happened to your face, Potter?"
Harry silently panicked. He hadn't thought of an excuse for his state yet. Finally, Harry blurted out the first thing he thought of, "Never be sarcastic to someone double your size."
Stan laughed and nodded his head in agreement, "True, true. Where to then, Potter?"
"The Leaky Cauldron, please." Harry sat down on the creaking bed and braced himself for the unpleasant trip.
He still felt shaky from his explosion but he tried his best to not think about it. Right now he wants nothing else but to get to the Leaky Cauldron, clean up and put a glamour on, then sleep for a hundred years!
A/N: Thanks for reading!
Savoren.
