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Harry POV

The next day passed with less weird events than the previous. Before Harry knew, it was time for his detention with Umbridge and Arya. When he got to Umbridge's office, Arya was already waiting. She knocked on the door and it opened. They walked inside.

The surfaces in Umbridge's office were draped in lacy covers and cloths, and several vases of dried flowers stood on doilies around the room. One wall housed a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolour kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Harry stared at them, transfixed, until Umbridge spoke.

"Good evening, Mr Potter, Miss Drottning."

Harry started and looked around. He had not noticed her at first because she was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

"Evening, Professor Umbridge," Harry said stiffly. Arya said nothing.

"Well, sit down," she said, pointing towards two small tables draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a couple of straight-backed chairs. A piece of blank parchment lay on each table, apparently waiting for them.

"Er," said Harry, without moving. "Professor Umbridge. Er – before we start, I – I wanted to ask you a ... a favour."

Her bulging eyes narrowed.

"Oh, yes?"

"Well, I'm ... I'm in the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new Keeper at five o'clock on Friday and I was – was wondering whether I could skip detention that night and do it – do it another night ... instead …"

He knew long before he reached the end of his sentence that it was no good.

"Oh, no," said Umbridge, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. "Oh, no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr Potter, and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty one's convenience. No, you will come here at five o'clock tomorrow, and the next day, and on Friday too, and you will do your detentions as planned. I think it rather a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach you."

Harry felt the blood surge to his head and heard a thumping noise in his ears. So, he told 'evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories', did he?

She was watching him with her head slightly to one side, still smiling widely, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking and was waiting to see whether he would start shouting again. With a massive effort, Harry looked away from her, dropped his schoolbag beside the straight-backed chair and sat down. Arya had already done so.

"There," said Umbridge sweetly, "we're getting better at controlling our temper already, aren't we? Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me. No, not with your quill," she added, as Arya bent down to open her bag. "You're going to be using some rather special ones of mine. Here you are."

She handed each of them a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point.

"Uh… Professor?" said Arya

"Yes, dear," Umbridge replied

"I have dyslexia."

"Well, I guess that's part of the punishment." said Umbridge with a sweet smile on her face. Arya glared at her. "I want you, Mr Potter, to write, I must not tell lies," she told him softly. "And Miss Drottning, you will write, I must learn to trust."

"How many times?" Arya asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness.

"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," said Umbridge sweetly. "Off you go."
She moved over to her desk, sat down and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. Harry raised the sharp black quill, then realised what was missing.

"You haven't given us any ink," he said.

"Oh, you won't need ink," said Umbridge, with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice.

Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies.

He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harry's right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel – yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth.

Harry looked round at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile.

"Yes?"

"Nothing," said Harry quietly.

He glanced at Arya. She had just finished writing her first line. She made no sound as the words were cut into her skin, though there was a look of surprise on her face. Harry saw her look closer at her quill and recognition crossed her face. She knows what these quills are, but how? The writing looked weird too, but Harry thought that was because he could not see it properly.

He looked back at the parchment, placed the quill on it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, and felt the searing pain on the back of his hand for a second time; once again, the words had been cut into his skin; once again, they healed over seconds later.

And on it went. Again, and again Harry wrote the words on the parchment in what he soon came to realise was not ink, but his own blood. And, again and again, the words were cut into the back of his hand, healed, and reappeared the next time he set quill to parchment.

Darkness fell outside Umbridge's window. Harry did not ask when he would be allowed to stop. He did not even check his watch. He knew she was watching him for signs of weakness and he was not going to show any, not even if he had to sit there all night, cutting open his own hand with this quill ...

"Come here," Umbridge said, after what seemed hours.

He stood up and Arya did the same. His hand was stinging painfully. When he looked down at it, he saw that the cut had healed, but that the skin there was red raw.

"Hands," she said.

They both extended their hands. Umbridge took Harry's hand in her own. Harry repressed a shudder as she touched him with her thick, stubby fingers on which she wore a number of ugly old rings. Then she let his go and reached for Arya's. Harry noticed that her hand wasn't as red as his. Umbridge pushed on Arya's hand, but she showed no emotion.

"Tut, tut, I don't seem to have made much of an impression yet," she said, smiling. "Well, we'll just have to try again tomorrow evening, won't we? You may go."

Harry left her office without a word, Arya close behind him. The school was quite deserted; it was surely past midnight. Arya walked off to the Slytherin common room. Harry walked slowly up the corridor, then, when he had turned the corner and was sure Umbridge would not hear him, broke into a run.

While back in her office, Umbridge collected their sheets, only to find Arya's covered in Ancient Greek writing.

Nico POV

Nico waited for Arya to get back to the common room. He had started doing his homework earlier but had given up quickly. Just as he decided to give up and head to bed, Arya arrived. She walked over and sat next to him, rubbing her hand.

"Hey," said Arya.

"Hey," Nico said in return. "How'd it go?" Arya shrugged.

"I've experienced worse," she replied. "We just had to do some lines." He looked down at her hand, which was slightly red.

"Then why are you rubbing your hand?" he asked. Arya shook her head and stood up.

"We should be getting to bed." She walked off, leaving Nico alone again.

====Time Skip====

Harry POV

The next morning, Harry met Hermione and Ron in the common room.

"How was your detention? What did Umbridge make you do?" Hermione asked.

"It was alright," replied Harry. "We had to do lines."

"Well,that wasn't too bad, was it?" asked Ron. Harry shook his head. Then, a thought occurred to him.

"Hey, Hermione. Have you gone to the library yet?" Harry said.

"Yeah, I looked up Iris and Hades," she replied. "I couldn't find anything, but I'll go back this afternoon to keep looking."

"Did you hear Percy last night?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, Annabeth jumped up as soon as she heard it and ran out the door. I assumed she went to Percy." Hermione answered. The boys nodded. "I wonder what caused him to scream…"

Yay, another chapter done. I hope you liked it.

I got a lot of the detention scene from the book.

I'm going to start uploading only once a week. School's coming up for me and I might not get time to upload during the week, so I will only upload on the weekend.

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See you next week.