Wolf Love Chapter 12: Detention with Umbridge, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter Eleven: Detention with Umbridge

Harry stepped into Umbridge's office. Umbridge smiled sickeningly at him.

"Sit down," Umbridge said. Harry cautiously did so. Umbridge waved her wand; the door closed on its own. She turned around and did something with the fire. Harry tried to see around her, but he didn't need to. She held a white-hot poker in her hand. "Detention time, Mr. Potter." Harry prayed she wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do with the poker. He bit his lip and in one moment, he found himself in excruciating pain. He screamed. He leaned backward and he and the chair toppled over. Harry stood up, reached the door, and tried to open it. It was locked. "Accio wand!" Harry's wand flew out of his pocket. "We can't have you leaving just yet, now can we?"

"You're crazy!" Harry stated. Umbridge advanced on him.

"It's time some sense was engraved in that brain of yours."

"Get away from me!"

Harry broke into a series of screams. Apparently, Umbridge had put Silencing Charms around her office so no one could hear him except for her. Umbridge said a few things like, "You will stop telling lies" and "You'll learn your rightful place", in other words, things the Dursleys might say. When the torture was all done, Harry's leg felt like he wouldn't be able to walk on it anymore.

"Now, Mr. Potter, you will tell no one of what has happened here, or when Lupin is found, he won't be sent to Azkaban. I'll deal with him, and I don't think you want him to be tortured now, do you?" Harry shook his head. "I see you understand.

Harry got out of bed one Saturday morning and was rummaging through his trunk for a new pair of pants, limping a bit. His detentions were finally over, and he wasn't sure if his leg was ever going to be the same. He rummaged around for some pants when he heard a squeak of horror. Harry jumped and turned around to see Neville, staring at Harry's scarred leg.

"Where did that come from?" Neville dared to ask, his voice abnormally high-pitched. Harry quickly covered it with the cloak he had been holding.

"Where did what come from?" Harry said, knowing Neville wasn't going to buy it.

"Where did those – those red, bloody scars come from?" Neville said.

"I – I don't know what you're talking about. You must be imagining things, Neville."

"I am not! Was it Professor Umbridge?" Harry stared at Neville.

"How'd you guess that?" Harry asked him.

"I know it couldn't be Professor Lupin because you didn't have them back in third year or fourth year, and you haven't started limping until after your first detention with her."

Harry sighed. "Yeah, it was her." Harry threw the cloak onto the bed and extracted some robes from his trunk. "But you can't tell anyone. She said – she said she'd do to Remus what she did to me if I tell anyone and if you go around telling people . . . ." Harry swallowed, not wanting to think about it.

"Your secret's safe with me, Harry. What did she use?"

"A fireplace poker." Neville cringed.

"There are some plants in the greenhouses that can heal burns. Maybe we can sneak some in the castle."

"Thanks, Neville."

During Christmas, Harry pretending that nothing was bothering him. Remus was there, after all. He didn't want to worry him. Remus tried to hide the hate mail that continuously arrived so that Harry didn't become upset. It was Christmas after all, but apparently the rest of the Wizarding World didn't think that a 'sex-thirsty werewolf' deserved a break for the holidays.

Fred and George decided that the house needed to be livened up, so they thought up a few pranks. A few dangerous pranks on their part.

"Careful with that, Fred. We don't want to be stuck under it!" George whispered to his brother.

"I AM being careful! Oh, here he comes!" The twins Apparated away. Remus, in addition with the rest of the Order and (a few minutes later) Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, walked in. The twins sniggered as Remus took his usual seat which their prank was hovering over. Fred and George Apparated into the room, pretending that they had not just been hiding in the pantry, and took their seats. They tried not to grin evilly too much. No one realized anything was amiss until Remus tried to leave his chair. Nothing happened, not even Remus standing up. Comprehending that something was wrong, he tried to stand up again. It didn't work.

"What the - ?" Remus refrained from finishing his sentence. His gaze immediately snapped to the twins. "What did you do?" George pointed to what was above Remus's head. Remus looked up and saw floating mistletoe.

"We cursed that so whoever it's floating over will be stuck where they are until they're kissed," Fred announced, grinning. Remus glared at them and Sirius and Molly growled at him.

"You two are evil," Sirius growled angrily. The twins looked at him innocently.

"What?" Fred replied.

"It's pretty innocent. Not like he has to get shagged," George pointed out. Remus panicked as he sat there. Crap! Remus thought, What now? Harry rolled his eyes.

"That's the best you two could come up with?" Harry asked him. Remus wondered what the bloody hell was going through his boyfriend's head. The twins glanced at Harry with rather surprised expressions.

"You mean you're actually - ?" Fred said slowly. He and his twin exchanged looks and shrugged. "No one's a Gryffindor for nothing." Tonks, not really paying any attention to the little conversation between the three boys, made to stand up and help Remus out of his situation. Unfortunately for her, Harry beat her to it. Everyone just stared in shock, Moody and Snape, who was not present, being the only ones to ever see them kiss. Moody thought vaguely that it could've been worse. To Fred and George, it didn't look as bad as everyone made it out to be. Ginny actually made a sound that one usually makes when they think something's cute. Hermione and Molly stared wide-eyed along with Tonks whose heart broke in two. Ron, after a few seconds, covered his eyes, having reminded himself that he actually needed to get some sleep. Sirius debated whether or not he should talk to his godson about public displays of affection, but then again, he himself did it all the time back at school.

When Harry's lips left Remus's, he showed absolutely no sign of embarrassment. On the contrary, Remus's face looked like the sun at sunset and wondered slightly on what that look Harry was giving him was for. Harry left the kitchen and the mistletoe flew around the room. Everyone dashed out of the room in time.

When everyone was safe in the hallway, Tonks asked, "Wh-what was that?"

"Don't you read the Daily Prophet?" Remus questioned.

"I haven't had time lately. Why?"

"Harry and Remus's relationship has been in it for weeks. Remus is still getting hate mail," Sirius offered.

"Speaking of which . . . ," Mundungus railed off. Remus closed his eyes and didn't open them until the letter fell to the floor.

"Should I open that?" Remus asked the Order, all but Tonks and Kingsley aware of what might be in it. Moody eyed it warily with his magical eye.

"I don't see anything in it, but it might be charmed to be invisible," Moody said.

"Or it won't take a form until you open a letter. If I didn't know you, and if I were as mean as to send someone a hate letter during Christmas, that's what I would've done," Molly suggested.

"Er – thanks Molly," Remus replied, grateful that he was on Molly's side, even though she most certainly did not approve of his relationship with Harry.

"Oh, I'll open and we'll see what it'll do," Sirius said after a while. Sirius picked it up, but it slipped out of his fingers and flew over to Remus. The werewolf looked over at the prison escapee and they shared a look. "Why is this familiar?"

"I think Lily once sent James one of these letters in fifth year after the incident in the Entrance Hall. Or was it the third floor? I forget," Remus said.

"I think it was both, along with the Gryffindor Common room, the second floor, the first floor, the dungeons, the grounds, and the other floors," Sirius replied. Cautiously, Remus ripped it open. In two seconds, Remus found himself lying on the floor feeling like someone had just shot him in the face. There was a big red hand mark on his left cheek. The envelope disappeared and left the letter in Remus's hand. "Oh yeah, now I remember. Lily just sent him the envelope." Remus sat up and took a look at the letter. He wasn't sure why he read them; they all said the same thing. This one had many, many swearwords directed at him and basically bashed him for 'taking advantage of such a sweet little boy'. A troubled expression crawled onto Remus's face. What if these people had a point? He did think the same way about it when he first obtained his feelings for Harry. What if it was so wrong it couldn't be looked over? "Hey, you okay, Remus?" Remus nodded and stood up.

"Uh, Sirius?" Moody said suddenly, his magical eye staring up at the ceiling. "You might want to have a talk with your godson because he has another one of those magazines that he had over the summer."

"WHAT?" Sirius and Remus shouted. Remus paled and hid his face in his hands. This wasn't happening. Sirius immediately ran up the stairs to where Harry was.

Remus paced his room, thinking franticly. Were they right? Was his relationship with Harry wrong? Was his love for him that horrible? Was the only reason Harry was thinking about having sex was because he had a thirty-five-year-old boyfriend? Remus sat down and buried his face into his hands. Did he really want to do that to him? He gulped. Sirius might kill him, but what if it was for the best? Sure, he'd be loveless for the rest of his life, but if he could protect Harry that way, he'd do it.

Hate mail does horrible things to the mind.

Remus nervously waited outside the kitchen door. He had to do this. It was for the best. At least, he hoped it was for the best – his heart didn't think it was but . . . . He heard Harry laugh at something someone said and bit his lip. Exactly how would Harry take it? He hoped he'd get over it because he wasn't sure if he himself could. Harry and Ron exited the kitchen at that moment.

"Harry," Remus said. Harry stopped and smiled at him, "we need to talk." Harry nodded and followed Remus up the stairs. Ron shrugged, not understanding the cliché sentence. Remus walked up the stairs until they had reached the attic.

"What's this about, Remus?" Harry asked, still smiling and not suspecting a thing. "And why do we have to talk about it in the attic?" Remus bit his lip again and almost made it bleed.

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you. I – I don't think – we should . . . see each other anymore."

Harry frowned. "W-what do you mean?" Harry questioned, hoping he misheard him. Remus debated whether he should be blunt. His boyfriend back in his school years sure was blunt, and he, Remus, didn't get over it for weeks.

"What I mean is . . . ." Remus paused before telling Harry.

Harry's reaction scared him. It wasn't anything he had ever seen before, not with Sirius's girlfriends, not with himself, not with anyone. Harry just put his hands into his pockets and stared at a patch of dust on the floor.

"Okay," Harry practically spat out. "Okay. I get it. You lied at the end of third year." He looked up at him and Remus expected to see anger or hate, but he didn't see anything in the boy's eyes. Not even heartbreak. And this was Harry. "Did you lie about - ?" He didn't will himself to finish, maybe because he didn't want to know. Harry dashed out of the room, Remus let out the breath he had been holding, and he wondered what exactly he had done.

Harry sat in his and Ron's room after that. Ron entered the bedroom and blinked at his best mate.

"Harry? You okay?" Ron asked. Harry didn't look at him. "Harry? Can you hear me?" He didn't reply. "Harry!" Harry closed his eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry muttered, his broken heart bleeding like there was no tomorrow. The life slowly drained out of his eyes. Ron respected his friend's choice and said nothing more on the matter. He didn't know what was wrong, but Harry would tell him eventually. He hoped he would, anyway.

The next day, Hermione asked Harry what was troubling him. Why else would Harry actually be reading his school books? She was slightly hurt when he didn't respond. "Harry, please, I'd like to help," she said, reaching out to touch his hand. He flinched involuntarily.

"You can't," Harry whispered almost inaudibly. Hermione looked worriedly at her friend when an idea hit her, an idea she prayed wasn't true.

"H-Harry, did Lupin do something to - ?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Furious, Hermione stormed into the kitchen where Remus, Sirius, Molly, and Arthur were.

"What did you do?" Hermione shrieked. Everyone looked up at her.

"What did who do?" Arthur asked.

"Lupin! That's who! What did you do to Harry?"

Sirius and Molly immediately glared at Remus. Remus coughed into his hand. Damn it. Remus mumbled his answer. Sirius exploded first.

"What did you break up with him for?" Sirius bellowed, standing up. Remus also stood up and backed away from Sirius a little bit, even though he was on the other side of the very long table. Remus mumbled his reply to that, taking a step backward as he did. Knowing Sirius and Molly, they were going to attack him. Molly lost it next.

"HATE MAIL IS NO REASON TO DO THAT TO HIM!" Molly screamed. Remus really thought he ought to run now, but his legs weren't listening to his brain, and ninety percent of his brain knew that he deserved the beating that Sirius and Molly had in store for him. Sirius, though, surprisingly, seemed to have his anger deflate as he sat back down.

"Cool down, Molly. Remus has had this kind of problem ever since . . . forever, I think. I mean, Snape and the other Slytherins thinking he's a git made in Hell's one thing, but the entire Wizarding World? That hasn't happened before now," Sirius said. "That doesn't mean I'm not disappointed in you, Remus. But . . . ." Whatever the 'but' was, Remus didn't find out because Sirius didn't finish his sentence.

Remus still had to run from Molly anyway. Chapter Twelve: Heartbreak Bad

Harry didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he did it. He didn't know why he wanted to do it again. He bit his lip, staring at his arm. Blood dripped from it and splashed onto the floor. The letters 'F', 'R', and 'E' were engraved in his arm. His eyes, once full of light that made them look like his mother's, covered with a dull, dark, depressing veil. Harry couldn't lift it on his own. He held the dagger limply in his hand. Harry heard the footsteps of someone coming up the stairs. He hid the dagger under the bed and covered his arm with his sleeve. Sirius appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Harry," Sirius said. Harry looked up at him. "Sorry about Remus." The boy gulped. He didn't want to talk about him. "You want to talk about it?" Harry shook his head. Sirius sat down next to his godson and draped an arm around him. "That's okay." He held Harry close to him, offering the little comfort he could give him. "It'll turn out all right in the end, Harry. Trust me." Harry carefully made sure his bleeding arm didn't touch Sirius in case he felt the wetness. "Where'd that pool of blood come from?"

"Kreacher," Harry lied. "Apparently he thinks that some ritual done in this room involving a vial of blood will cause all the cleaning to stop." Sirius seemed to buy Harry's story.

"I knew that elf was crazy." They were quiet for a few moments. "School starts up again soon." Harry nodded. "Are you happy about it?" Harry closed his eyes.

"I don't feel anything at the moment." Sirius held onto his godson tighter.

"You'll feel better sooner or later, Harry. Please believe it."

Harry entered Snape's office and closed the door behind him. Snape explained what Occulmency was. Harry only nodded, which was not like the usual Harry, which annoyed him. He liked it when things were consistent. Dumbledore's obsession with Muggle sweets was consistent. Black turning everything topsy-turvy was consistent, even though that meant that nothing else was. Potter annoying the hell out of him by being like his father was supposed to stay consistent!

"Legilimus!" Snape shouted. Snape entered Harry's head and came across a small barrier around certain thoughts. The odd thing was that Snape knew that Harry didn't know what Occulmency was until that moment, so why would he have a barrier over some of his thoughts? Snape tried to push through it, which was difficult, but he managed it. The first memory that came to him was of something he hadn't seen in years.

"Harry," Remus said. Harry stopped and smiled at him, "we need to talk." Harry nodded and followed Remus up the stairs. Remus walked up the stairs until they had reached the attic.

"What's this about, Remus?" Harry asked, still smiling and not suspecting a thing. "And why do we have to talk about it in the attic?" Remus bit his lip again and almost made it bleed.

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you. I – I don't think – we should . . . see each other anymore."

Harry frowned. "W-what do you mean?" Harry questioned, hoping he misheard him.

"What I mean is . . . ." Remus paused. "I mean that we shouldn't be together anymore . . . as us."

Harry put his hands into his pockets and stared at a patch of dust on the floor.

"Okay," Harry practically spat out. "Okay. I get it. You lied at the end of third year." He looked up at him, no emotion in the boy's eyes. Not even heartbreak. "Did you lie about - ?" About loving me? He didn't will himself to finish, maybe because he didn't want to know. Harry dashed out of the room.

Snape was suddenly thrown into another memory.

A dagger dug into the skin on Harry's arm. It wrote the letters 'A' and 'K', making the word 'FREAK' on it.

"PROGETO!" Snape felt himself pushed out of Harry's mind and stumbled on the office floor. Harry had fallen to the ground during the memory. Snape, disturbed by the last memory, was about to order him to stand up when he heard something. It sounded like a sob. Snape couldn't imagine the Boy-Who-Lived crying.

"Potter?" Snape asked.

"Why did he break up with me?" Harry said suddenly, looking up at his professor. Snape was shocked at how hurt and vulnerable the boy looked at that moment. Snape tried not to say what he was thinking, which was "er . . . ." Harry shook his head and stood up, no sign of having broken down on his face. "Pretend I never said anything."

Snape ran to the McGonagall's office. He received some surprised looks from some of the students who had known him longer and knew that Snape never ran. "Professor McGonagall! McGonagall!" She turned the corner and Snape almost ran into her.

"Severus, what - ?" McGonagall couldn't finish her sentence because Snape pulled her into the closest empty classroom.

"You told the teachers to come to you if Potter ever said anything." McGonagall's eyes widened at this.

"He – he said something?" McGonagall said, delightfully surprised.

"He wanted to know why Lupin broke up with him," Snape answered truthfully. McGonagall's face fell.

"He – he didn't tell the boy why he - ?" McGonagall watched Snape shake his head.

McGonagall dressed herself in a traveling cloak. "You can't leave me like this!" Snape shouted, terrified at the prospect of teaching both his own classes and hers. This was very, very inconsistent. "You can't expect me to do this for you!"

"You'll have to do it if I'm to go and make Remus talk to Harry," McGonagall snapped impatiently. "You'll just have to manage." McGonagall took a handful of Floo powder.

"WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME! MCGONAGALL!" That was the most inconsistent thing Snape had ever said in his entire life. Snape had no choice but watch her disappear in the green flames. Cursing, Snape left her office only to meet the fifth year Slytherins and Gryffindors. Everyone but Harry looked at him with raised eyebrows and shocked expressions.

"Why were you - ?" Malfoy started.

"It wasn't what it sounded like! Yes, I'm going insane! No more questions! Go to class!" The inconsistency was going to kill Snape. First Lupin and Potter started dating (inconsistent event number 1), second having to listen to everyone talking about Lupin and Potter's relationship (inconsistent event number 2), then Potter being unresponsive to everything around him and not annoying the hell out of him in the normal way (inconsistent event number 3), now this! Snape actually let out a scream once the hall had cleared out.

Months, and many classes, later, Harry sat in the Room of Requirement, waiting. Professor McGonagall had returned and told him to wait there. He didn't know why yet. Suddenly, McGonagall and Remus entered. On the outside, Harry only stared. On the inside, Harry felt his heart's wounds slash open again. Just looking at Remus made him hurt. The bastard had to leave him! He knew it was his, Harry's, fault, but he didn't know what he did to make Remus break up with him.

Harry didn't want to admit it, but he missed tasting Remus's mouth which seemed as though it was made of nothing but chocolate. He missed Remus's arms around him and feeling his breath on his lips, making him wanting more. He missed hearing those three words being said with that enchanting, wonderful voice. He missed feeling vulnerable yet safe at the same time. What Harry hadn't wanted, what Harry was surprised hadn't killed him, was Remus drawing him into that feeling of helplessness and safety and pushing him out of his haven, still feeling vulnerable and bleeding all over the cold stone floor of rejection.

McGonagall left the two of them in there. Harry looked away from Remus, staring at the bare wall. The only things that McGonagall had thought into the room were two chairs. Remus took a seat almost hesitantly. Harry felt a surge of anger flair up in him. Why should he feel awkward about this? He was the one who ended it all!

"Harry?" Remus said quietly. Remus was reminded of how he had sounded the morning after Snape had discovered he was a werewolf. "Severus?" a sixteen-year-old Remus asked. Severus glared at him. "What?" the Slytherin spat. Remus ignored the pang of hurt in his heart. "Are you okay?" he replied. Severus bit his lower lip, still glaring. "You have no business asking me that, werewolf," Severus hissed in a low voice. Remus blinked, confused. "Severus - ." "Stay away from me! I never want you to be near me again!" Remus felt his heart shatter. Tears sprung into his eyes. "O-okay," Remus said, accepting Severus's rejection. He walked away and bunked into Sirius not long after that. Tears running down his cheeks, he punched Sirius before running up the stairs toward the Gryffindor Tower and planning to stay there for a long time.

Harry didn't reply like Snape had. He didn't reply at all, not for six full hours. McGonagall knocked and asked what was happening. "Absolutely nothing. He's not talking to me," Remus said honestly. McGonagall poked her head in and received the surprise that he had told the truth. She said nothing about it; she just closed the door and let them have as much time as possible. Remus faintly heard her scolding students for trying to listen in.

Two hours later

"What did I do?" Harry asked finally, turning to look at him. Remus blinked and his frown deepened. He thought he did something to make him break up with him? Tears began rolling down Harry's cheeks and sobs escaped him. In one movement it seemed, Remus walked over to Harry and took him into his arms and let him cry into his shoulder.

"You didn't do anything, Harry," Remus assured, petting the boy's head comfortingly with his hand. "It was all my fault. I let the hate mail get to me and they convinced me I was hurting you, and I just wasn't thinking clearly."

Harry looked up at him. "You – you broke up with me over – over hate mail?" Harry choked out, still crying.

"I'm sorry." Remus and Harry looked into each other's eyes and Harry decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He kissed him passionately, weaving his tongue into the man's mouth. He gently grabbed his wrists and led his hands downward. Remus only took his hands back when he realized Harry was making him undo his belt. "Harry," Remus said, breaking the kiss, "you're too young for me touching you there."

"I don't care," Harry whispered. "It's my body. I can let anything I want happen to it. And I'm tired of everyone saying I'm too young. Everyone says I'm too young for everything."

Remus cupped a hand around Harry's cheek. "When you're seventeen, I'll do whatever you want me to do to you." Harry blushed contently.

"No holding back?"

"That's right." Harry kissed him again, arms around his neck. Remus moved down to Harry's neck. The boy groaned happily.

"I love you," Harry whispered, wishing Remus would just make love to him already instead of waiting two whole years. Remus paused.

"I love you, too. And I'll never hurt you like that ever again." He continued kissing Harry's neck, leaving red marks that wouldn't disappear until tomorrow at noon. Remus's hand brushed against Harry's right arm. He stopped. He put some distance between him and Harry, and Harry froze. Remus saw what Harry had done to his own skin. The scars were fading, surprisingly, but one could still read the word. "H-Harry?" The boy took his arm back and quickly covered the scars. Remus looked into the boy's face. "D-did you - ?" Harry slowly nodded. Remus gently grabbed Harry's arm, wishing that he hadn't been so weak when facing the hate mail. "W-was it because I - ?" Harry closed his eyes.

"I – I'm sorry, Remus. I – I just - ." Whatever Harry just was, Remus never found out because he burst into tears again. "I couldn't get over you. I sometimes scared myself because of what I was thinking of doing. It was the only thing that I could do without loosing it or ending everything." Remus wasn't sure if he wanted to hear this.

"Oh, Harry," Remus whispered, hugging the boy. "I'm so, so sorry. Is it even possible to make it up to you?"

"Remus, all you need to do is love me. That's all. I can't live without it." Harry hugged him back. Remus felt tears leaking out of his own eyes. He just had to be a bastard. Whenever the outside world kept voicing one opinion all the time, he always had to lean toward trying to make the outside world accept him. This time it had come at a price. One he was never going to make again. To hell with them, Remus thought, to hell with them all. If they can't handle this, they can shove all their complaints up their asses.

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