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Within the Chamber she Lies

Chapter 7: Detention Madness

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It was well past 2 in the morning when Mad-Eye Moody finally found Harry Potter, all huddled up in a corner of the Astronomy tower below a window. The moon's shine reflected through the window and cast a calming spell in the atmosphere; the boy was sleeping.

Yet Moody could not help but reach out behind him to feel the comforting length of wood in his back pocket; his trusted wand. After this evening's burst, Mad-Eye was adamant about awakening the boy.

He grunted in the eerie silence. 'I'm an auror for Merlin's sake! AN AUROR! He's just a boy! What am I being nervous for?!' With that new boost of confidence, Mad-Eye marched up to the huddled figure and poked the black haired boy on the head enough to wake Harry on the 1st try.

"Ugh…What?" Harry slurred when he felt someone jab him, effectively waking him up. He groaned when every muscle in his body screamed at him to stop moving. The position he had been sleeping in had been far from being comfortable and the strain of fighting Voldemort for the control of his mind had left him weak.

But that didn't stop Moody, when the auror was sure Harry was fully awake, to grip him by the arm and lift him up in one pull. Harry yelped in pain when Moody pressed on one of his injuries but the auror didn't pay any heed and grunted out; "Time for you to go back to your dormitory, young man."

Moody started to drag the protesting boy towards the staircase and try as he may, Harry was unable to get out of Moody's firm grip as they got down the stairs. "Let me go!" The green eyed boy cried out as Moody's hand dug painfully into his arm and the auror snorted, letting go of the boy when they reached the corridor.

"Stop acting like such a wuss, Potter! I wasn't holding you that tightly. Now let's go back to your dormitory," Alastor grunted out. He slowed down until Harry was walking in front of him and followed the boy silently.

Harry rubbed his arm and shot Moody a dark look over his shoulder, hoping to melt the auror into the cracks of the stone floor. "I can find my way back to the Gryffindor Common Room by myself, you know." Harry mentioned lightly, but he scowled to himself when Moody remained quiet and continued to trek behind him like a watchdog. 'Why can't he get the hint? It must be Dumbledore's idea to have someone follow me at all times. The fool! It's not helping the matters at all!'

He muttered the password to the fat Lady, who didn't look too thrilled to be awakened at this hour. "Why don't you people sleep at this hour?! I'm always awake all day and-"

"Why don't you just shut up and open the damn door so I can get into bed?!" Harry snapped impatiently at the offended portrait.

The Fat Lady reeled back in shock and the portrait slammed open as Harry walked in. The boy desperately wanted to close the entrance in Moody's face but the auror was too quick and stepped in rapidly.

The green eyed boy ran to his bedroom and closed the curtains around his bed while muttering a silencing spell; it resulted in Moody cursing under his breath and Harry not even hearing him.

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When Harry woke up the next morning, the sight was "funny" to see. The 3 other boys in the room were eyeing Moody weirdly and the auror kept his gaze riveted on Harry's bed. The Boy-Who-Lived rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom to change.

Ron, Neville and Seamus followed Harry nervously while looking back at the following auror. "Hey Harry?" Ron started, "How come Mad-Eye seem to follow you?"

Harry merely waved his hand in dismissal and continued to walk. "Ignore him. Dumbledore's probably worried that I'll destroy the school."

The 3 other Gryffindors froze momentarily in the middle of the corridor and held their breath; it seemed as if they just only remembered Harry's outburst yesterday.

The green eyed boy looked back at them and rolled his eyes. "Jeez, I was only joking. Thanks for believing in me you guys, thanks a lot." Harry trekked on towards his 1st class alone so he didn't se Ron's ears redden.

Seamus and Neville squeaked nervously when Moody passed beside them and the 3 boys stared as Harry disappeared down the corridor with Mad-Eye hot on his trail.

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Charms class had been neutral. Gryffindor was mixed with the usually friendly Hufflepuff but it seemed as if everyone had taken on ignoring Harry. The dark haired wizard didn't feel at all insulted and instead welcomed the peace it provided.

They learned a strong freezing charm called 'Glacius' and Harry, for once not being bothered, succeeded in doing the spell at the 1st try (yet no one bothered to felicitate him except a small "Good" from Flitwick).

For once the class went well and fast and Harry exited Flitwick's class with a satisfied expression even though it was a serious Tonks that was now following him at a fair distance.

She probably thought that Harry wouldn't notice her without her patch of bright neon pink hair but he had felt that he was being followed again when Moody had taken his leave. It bothered him that he could not be alone but since he had classes he would brood over it later.

When he entered potions class, all the Slytherins turned and some snickered at him mockingly while others simply sneered at him. Harry sat at the end of the classroom so that if something were to happen he would be able to get out faster.

Luckily, or maybe unluckily for him because she would not see the treatment Snape only reserved for him, Tonks stayed outside the classroom while the class was in session. Or maybe it was because she didn't want to feel the wrath of Snape? Who knows…

Entering in his same billowing robes manner, Snape glanced at him and sneered shortly before starting his class. Snape criticized everything he did and Harry found out he couldn't concentrate.

Add a snickering Draco in the mix and Snape breathing down his neck every 2 seconds, the result was evident: Harry added too much newt powder to his potion and it turned a deep shade of violet before the thing exploded all over his work table.

The green eyed boy grimaced and shot Snape and Malfoy dirty and irritated looks while the professor kept reprimanding him and deducting even more points from Gryffindor. "POTTER! Can't you do anything right?! You're worse than Longbottom! 50 points from Gryffindor and you'll stay after class to clean that up! Without magic!" Snape snapped with a glare in his direction.

Harry fought the urge to rub the purple goop all over his teacher's already greasy hair and started to scrub his desk while the others brought their vials to Snape. Malfoy passed beside him and "accidentally" shoved him on the side. "Oh, sorry Potter, I didn't see you there."

Harry's eyes darkened and he fingered his wand in his pocket almost vehemently, making Snape deduct 10 more points. It seemed as if the professor was winning; with each insult and act of degradation, Harry's mind darkened even more and he was once again on the edge of snapping. Snape would probably not even know what hit him if that happened either.

It took him an hour to clean everything up; the goop was really sticky and some had even dripped on the floor. As a result, he missed then entire lunch break and didn't get to eat anything.

Snape had been gone for a while, probably to the Great Hall to eat after ordering him not to use any magic or he would know. Harry didn't wait for Snape's approval to get out of the damp and humid dungeons and ran to his next class, hoping to be on time.

He barely made it, Tonks still following dutifully behind him. Care of Magical Creatures had always been one of Harry's favorite subjects but now even Hagrid looked unsure about him and kept avoiding him.

They were now studying Centaurs, so poor Firenze had accepted to be the subject while they discussed centaur physiognomy and tendencies. Harry could see that Firenze was feeling edgy to be standing so close to his once beloved forest.

'Probably the thought of Bane emerging from the forest to punish him is scaring him…' Harry mused silently; he was one of the few who knew why Firenze kept clear of the Forbidden Forest now.

The class seemed so long; every time he held up his hand to answer a question he was ignored, making him scowl and making the students edge away from him slowly. Firenze just kept his neutral 'I-know-something-you-don't-the stars-told-me' face and Harry found himself running once again at the end of the class, giving Tonks a hard time trying to follow him.

He did lost her on the way, but the thought of the next class made him freeze in the middle of a corridor. Defense Against the Dark Arts…with Umbridge. Harry suddenly wanted to throw up right there and run away. The thought of Sirius hit him again like a ton of bricks and his fingers automatically stroked the 'I will not tell lies' on his hand.

He started to turn around blindly when a fast hand gripped the collar of his cloak in a death grip. He met the face of none other than Dolores Umbridge, the viper in person. "Well, well, well! What do we have here? Not trying to skip class are you, my dear Harry? You even have a detention with me, how wonderful!" Umbridge grinned maliciously and Harry wrenched her hand away.

"Don't call me by my first name! I never gave you my permission, and you're not my friend!" Harry snarled with hatred written in his eyes.

The malicious grin transformed into a malicious glare. "Watch your words, Potter. They could be your downfall." The woman turned around and went back to her classroom.

The other students started to pass by him and enter the classroom, so Harry didn't have any choice but to get in himself; Tonks had returned to her post outside the door with a glare in his direction. It looks like she didn't appreciate running behind him.

"Today I want everybody to read pages 24 to 67 in your books and do a 10 pages report on what you will read. Don't dally and start reading." Umbridge really wasn't in a good mood and she sat on her chair with a frown in the students' direction.

Everyone groaned and took out their DADA book as she asked/ordered. Harry stared at the heavy volume and pretended to start reading; he had already read this book in the school library, like every other books on the subject.

'So she's starting the same pattern as last year; to make us only read and not practice so we won't be able to retaliate against the ministry, and mostly against her. The bitch! I should've known! She didn't learn her lesson last year!' Harry thought darkly and dreaded his detention.

He desperately wanted to formulate a plan that would get rid of her but it seemed as if every one of his ideas ended in Umbridge dying or being put under Cruciatus until she was good for St-Mungo's.

Positioning his book so she wouldn't see him, he started to write the damn homework. He had a good 6 pages done when the class ended and the students all piled up in the door to get away from Umbridge.

Harry could hear, amongst the students who were eager to get away:

"This is the worst class ever!"

"I can't believe she gave us 10 pages to write!"

"And I can't believe we didn't even do 1 spell! I hope we won't have to read like this all year long!"

This time, both Gryffindor and Slytherin were agreeing with each other. Draco looked unsure; Umbridge was a great ally so what she said had to be good.

Harry tried to get away by walking in the group of students but Umbridge was too fast and pulled him out of the mass by his arm and made him sit back down on his chair. "Here's a loose parchment, Potter. Take this plume and I want you to write 'I will not defy the High Inquisitor' 100 times."

Umbridge went to the door and seemed to be talking with someone, more like arguing in hushed tones until the argument "I am the High Inquisitor do as I say!" was brought forth.

Harry heard someone stomping their way down the corridor and he lifted an eyebrow; it seemed as if Tonks had also been a victim of Umbridge's ego.

She looked oddly pleased with herself when she went back to her desk to stare at him. She also cast a locking spell on the door so Harry wouldn't try to get out so Harry had no more choices but to glance down at the familiar plume she had given him last year.

With apprehension and a great sentiment of hatred towards the viper, he took the plume and started to write slowly, expecting great pain. What was his surprise when he felt nothing, not even the beginning of a stinging feeling on his hand.

He looked at the grinning Umbridge suspiciously before continuing to write. 30 lines, 40 lines… Nothing.

Harry was beginning to become nervous. Something was way wrong and Umbridge kept grinning like an idiot madwoman. As he suspected and feared, a stinging sensation ran through him when he started the 50th line.

Except that this time it wasn't his hand that was hurting and his eyes widened considerably, not believing one moment that she had dared to do such a thing, and that a plume like this even existed.

If the thing he was using to write had the same consequences as the last one, his chest was starting to bleed at this very moment. A deep feeling of abhorrence began to rise in his heart as he sneered at her with the coldest glare he could muster.

Umbridge sneered back at him. "Come on, Potter. I suspect you're on your 50th line? You're not finished yet! WRITE! Now you won't ever defy me! Kids like you are worthless and I'll put you to your place if no one will do it!" Now Umbridge was trying his patience.

Harry sneered one last time and started to write again, wincing when he felt a deep pain on his chest, but not even at the same place. This plume was using his blood and marking his chest at various places every time he was beginning a new phrase.

As the time passed, writing was beginning to be more difficult and unbearable. The green eyed boy could feel his clothes sticking to his chest and his blood trickling from his wounds.

On the 80th line he could take no more and threw the plume on the floor. "Take the plume Potter and finish your detention." Now she was smiling at him eerily.

Harry got up and tossed his chair away fiercely, taking a few steps backwards. "Like Hell I will! I will no longer do what you say! You can't control me! What you're doing is illegal and I'll tell someone!"

Harry stepped back even more as the High Inquisitor got up and walked threateningly towards him. "Impudent boy! You will tell no one! And I know this because you're a Gryffindor! Your courage and idiocy will prevent you from talking about this, I know! You're so easy to manipulate! Now take the plume!"

She was in front of him now and Harry's back was leaning against the locked door. Harry's breathing increased dramatically as he felt threatened and vulnerable and in an instant his eyes flashed red. "NO!"

His magic went haywire and without even using his wand, his body acted with the help of his subconscious. A burst of magic resembling the Expelliarmus hit Umbridge dead on and the woman was thrown backwards.

Since the intuitive spell acted all around him and in a greater intensity, the 'Expelliarmus' destroyed the locking charm on the door and blew it off its hinges. The Boy-Who-Lived regained his mind minutes later, breathing heavily and sweating, looking around him on alert mode.

Umbridge was lying in an undignified heap on the floor, unconscious, and Harry ran away from there all too willingly. 'I have enough! Too much! I've endure too much! I can't take much more of this!'

His mind was reeling as he ran blindly down the maze that was Hogwarts' corridors. The castle was quiet; it probably was around midnight or so and Snape was probably prowling somewhere trying to catch delinquents and rule-breakers, namely he as he knew Snape's thought about him.

'Professor Quirrell, the Basilisk, Sirius, Cedric's death and the 'Priori Incantatem', Umbridge and her confiscating my Firebolt and now she's back and trying to make me bleed to death!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I'M GOING CRAZY!'

He was caught in a moment of panic and his face was as white as Moaning Myrtle, probably because of the blood he had lost earlier and still loosing, and he unconsciously stepped in said ghost's lavatories.

Moaning Myrtle looked at him and giggled happily. "You're as white as me! Are you going to die? If so, then I don't mind sharing my lavatories with you, Harry!"

The dark haired boy didn't even hear her as he hissed the words that would open the way to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets. Myrtle gasped momentarily and shrugged, going back to brood in one of her toilets.

Without really seeing anything, he let himself drop into the large tunnel and he landed ungracefully and tiredly on the huge pile of bones down below. Walking was a hard task, especially after the heavy blood lost, and Harry kept a hand on his chest even though his clothes were soaking wet with his blood.

"And there- I thought- Dumbledore knew- when I was in danger!" Harry wheezed out, breathing deeply between each word or so.

"Proves- that he doesn't- care at all- about me! He only wants to bask- in the Boy-Who-Lived's fame! Just like all- the others!"

He hissed the password another time to the steel door and the snakes moved so the door could open. "I'm a freak!" –huff- "Why do they all want my fame?"

He stumbled in the main Chamber and walked the pathway to the statue of whom he thought was Salazar Slytherin. "Rest…I have to rest. I'm okay here. I'm the only one who can enter here and the tunnel closed behind me. No spell, even the most powerful one, even if it was one of the wizards from the 'Order of whatever' who cast it, would be able to open the entrance without being a Parselmouth." Harry kept muttering to himself, trying to reassure himself to calm his wildly beating heart.

His mind wasn't clear and he took his cloak off with great difficulty. He took off his now red t-shirt and tossed it aside to see the damage on his chest. It wasn't a pretty sight to see; the magic plume had taken a lot of his blood so he vaguely wondered how it kept pouring out of the deep cuts.

Harry took his wand and muttered a simple healing spell he had learned from madam Pomfrey. In his state it didn't do much and barely stopped the bleeding. He knew that if he didn't do anything about it soon it would scar and never fade, but it would be a while until he showed up again in the light side of Hogwarts.

The tired boy wrapped his cloak absentmindly around his torso to reduce the bleeding and he fell into a deep sleep, unable to keep his eyes open. It was damp, humid and cold, even more so than Snape's dungeons, but never had he welcomed silence like this so happily.

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9 pages…I hope you're all happy with the length of this chapter!

As you can all see, the plot is thickening! Things are going to happen soon!

You're all probably hoping Harry killed Umbridge with his burst of magic… (sweatdrop)

Hm, I've got other things planned for her later, so now you'll have to tolerate her bitchiness. Sorry!

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