Chapter Seven; The Detention

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Harry couldn't believe that there was a true possibility that he was a prince, or perhaps even a king. If he really was truly royalty then he knew that Umbridge would have little power over him then. Later that evening after supper he forced himself to go to her office for his detention. He kept clinging to his thoughts while he anxiously awaited his mother's reply. "I have royal blood. I'm a prince, and pretty soon I'll have the last laugh and there's nothing that she will be able to do about it." He told himself.

It's true that he didn't believe that he would make the greatest prince in the world, but he laughed at the thought what would happen if Eve had found out that she was really a princess since she seemed to act like it all the time. He hoped that if he was really royal that it was from his biological father's side of his family, the wizarding world counted on that. Besides, then for once he would be the one telling her what to do, not that he wanted to boss her around, he just thought she deserved it and that he would teach her a lesson about karma.

"Ah there you are Mr. Snape, right on time." Umbridge said looking up from her tea as he entered the office. Harry looked around, not even Eve's room was this pink. He also assumed that Umbridge had a fascinated obsession with cats since there were pictures of cats everywhere meowing, running around, and playing with little balls of yarn. There were also a set of plates with pictures of kittens upon it.

"Take a seat." She began making Harry snap back to reality. "You will be doing lines today." She said which didn't seem as awful to him as he originally thought. He took a seat at the table beside her desk where there was already a quill and piece of paper lying in front of him. "Now I want you to write I must not tell lies." She told him as Harry took a deep breath and groaned thinking to himself that he might as well get this over with.

"How many times?" he asked her.

"Oh I would say as many as it takes for the message to sink in." she replied but that's when he looked back down and realized that he hadn't had an inkpad.

"You forgot to_" he began but she quickly interrupted him.

"Oh you won't be needing any ink. This is a very special quill." She told him as Harry picked it up although he thought that this was super ridiculous and started to blindly write what she had told him to. However with every word that he wrote he felt a painful burning sensation on the back of his right hand. As he studied it more carefully he realized that the words were written on the back of it in his own blood.

On his way back to Gryffindor common room Harry passed by his father in which he tried to conceal his injured hand from him. "Where have you been? You were supposed to be in bed a couple of hours ago. You know that I don't tolerate anyone wandering around in the middle of in the night." He said.

"Sorry, I was in detention." Harry told him avoiding his eye contact.

"Why? With who? Was it Umbridge?" he asked him.

"Yeah, but I'm fine." He responded nervously while continuing to look away from him.

"Then why won't you look at me. Did she hurt you?" he asked him as Harry remained silent this time as Snape glanced down at Harry's right hand and took it. "She did this to you didn't she?" he questioned feeling the blood inside his body begin to boil.

"Yeah, but it doesn't hurt all that much, really." Harry lied.

"Oh come on Harry you know I know you better than that. You don't have to be so brave. The matter of fact is that you're in pain, and it's because of her, and if you think that I'm just going to stand by and let her get away with it then I'm sorry but you're very much mistaken!" he exclaimed.

"Please Dad! Don't do anything, you'll lose your job!" Harry cried.

"I know Harry but I don't care. I'm a father first. Now you get to bed, I'll find a way to handle this. Trust me." He told him before he turned around and walked away as Harry worriedly turned his head over his shoulder and watched him go.

He hardly slept that night either, and when he finally fell asleep he started having that same dream about the door that he could never open. The next morning at breakfast Ron and Hermione couldn't wait to talk to him last night. "Boy that detention with Umbitch must have gone on an awful long time, I never saw you come in." Ron told him. "You look awful mate." He told him as Hermione grabbed ahold of his hand being the first one to notice it.

"Harry what happened? What did she do to you?" she asked him.

"Nothing. Nothing that matters anyway." He told her still being really worried about his father when all of a sudden he walked over to their table.

"I want to talk to you three after class." He told them as Ron rolled his eyes.

"Oh c'mon now what did we do!?" he cried as Snape raised his eyebrows.

"What makes you think that I'm going to discipline you?" he asked him.

"Because that's always what ends up happening every time you want to talk to us." Ron pointed out.

"Alright so maybe you're right, but that's not why I want to talk to you this time. It's about helping Harry and getting even with Umbridge." Snape explained as a sly grin stretched a crossed Ron's face.

"So let me get this straight," he began. "you actually want us to break the rules?" he questioned him.

"Well yeah, sure, you do it anyway. Besides it's been so long that I did something bad and I'm a little out of practice. I figured that you're pretty much an expert by now." He said.

"Snape, I'll consider that as a compliment, count me in." he said continuing to grin while sticking out his hand as Snape rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Why do I feel like making a deal with you isn't much worse than making a deal with the devil?" he wondered while breathing a heavy sigh and grabbing ahold of his hand and shaking it once.