"Welcome, Potter," Umbridge said welcoming me into her office that evening. "Have a seat at that desk there."

"Thanks," I replied curtly, sitting down at the desk. "So what am I to do for you then?"

Umbridge handed me a quill and a few sheets of parchment.

"You won't need any ink," she said. "You will write for an hour; 'I will not say werewolves are good teachers."

"You're serious?" I asked.

She nodded.

I picked up the quill and wrote the first sentence. Just as it had happened to Harry, the sentence became etched into the back of my hand.

*This is going to suck.*

I continued to write, doing a surprisingly splendid job of ignoring the pain.

Time seemed to pass by quickly then suddenly Umbridge reached down and grabbed a hold of my hand.

"That's quite enough, Potter," she said. "Don't want to bleed you dry."

My hand was starting to drip down onto the paper.

"I'll see you tomorrow, same time," she said.

I rose to my feet and left her office. I was feeling a bit lightheaded and was dripping blood all over my robes. I pulled my tie off my neck and wrapped it around my hand.

I walked into the common room and saw that everyone was back from the DA meeting.

"How was detention?" Harry asked.

"Painful," I said showing him my hand.

"Bloody hell," Ron said. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's better than it was when I left. I just need to bind it well. In the mean time I'm going to bed to try to recover some of the blood I've just lost. I'm exhausted."

"See you in a few minutes then," Hermione said.

I walked upstairs and pulled out a piece of parchment with my quill and ink and wrote a letter to Sirius.

Dear Snuffles,

So, you told me to stay out of trouble and I really did try my best but, trouble and I are too close for me to avoid it. But just know that none of this is my fault. For starters, Umbridge put me on student contract, I have detention for a week (in which I have to write 'I will not say werewolves are good teachers' in my own blood), I'm back in anger management (can't imagine why) and she also informed me that I'm being investigated for murder. I want to come back home. I love you. I miss you and I won't see you soon enough.

Love,

Hannah

"Four o'clock? Angelina change practice to four o'clock?" Ron asked.

"Well we usually have practice at seven and I've got detention at eight so I can't make it," I said. "She called it my punishment."

"Thanks," Ron said.

"You act like it's my fault. I'm being punished unjustly. There's a lot of that going around on my part these days," I said.

Just the Pig swooped in through the window and brought me a letter.

"Who's it from?" Ron asked.

"Snuffles," I replied opening. "Dear Hannah, she made you write what? I'm pretty sure that child abuse and against the law. I'll have Tonks look into it. We're all already aware of the investigation and trying to figure something out. In the mean time, keep your nose out of trouble. Keep your thoughts to yourself. We can't afford you getting kicked out of school or thrown in prison. Love, Snuffles."

"That was uneventful," Harry said. "That's what he tells you every time."

"Except now you need to actually listen," Hermione said.

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Hermione shook me awake the next morning.

"What?" I asked.

"She's made a new 'Educational Decree' you should see," Hermione said.

I climbed out of bed and went into the common and saw the new rule hanging on the wall.

By Order of the High Inquisitor

Teachers may use any form of punishment they see fit regardless of pain or tediousness.

I sighed. "So who talked to her?"

"Kingsley," Ron said. "And he's in charge of trying to put you in jail for it."

I groaned. "I just keep making trouble for everyone."

"I'm sure they know you don't mean to," Harry said as we walked back upstairs to get dressed for the day.

"Try telling that to the students here. Most of the Gryffindors still haven't forgiven me for losing those house points first year and now they like me even less after all the bull that the prophet is spitting out," I said.

"Well you two go get dressed. We'll meet you down in the Great Hall," Harry said giving me an encouraging pat on the back.

After Hermione and I changed into our robes we walked down to the Great Hall where everyone's eyes watched me, some even cowered away from me.

"Jeez, the way they're looking at me you'd think I punched a baby or something," I said as we sat down.

"You may as well have," Ron said handing me a copy of the Prophet.

"You know I don't read that smut," I said.

"This you'll want to read," Harry said.

I looked down at the paper and of course the headline read: Hannah Potter Prime Suspect in Diggory Murder.

I slammed my head down onto the table.

"I don't need anger management. I need a therapist," I said.

"You don't need a therapist. You need Dumbledore," Harry said.

"Well apparently he's too busy to talk to me right now," I said. "He's too busy to be bothered with either of us."

"Well I do have a school to run, you know," someone said from behind us. I turned and saw Dumbledore standing there.

"Well now I don't want your help. I'm angry with you," I said turning around to my empty plate, prepared to eat.

"No. No time to eat yet. To my office quickly. I've got business outside of school today so we'll have to make this quick," he said.

I sighed and got up from my seat. I followed him up to his office. I hadn't even been in here since the summer.

"So, I'm sure you're aware of the situation," Dumbledore fumbling through papers on his desk.

"You mean how Kingsley took over my case? Yes," I said. "I blame myself for that."

"He's working to prove your innocence," he replied, still searching his desk for something.

"I think it should be enough to know that I didn't do it," I said. "Voldemort was the one who-."

Just then, the office door swung open and Umbridge walked in.

"Oh, just the student I was looking for," Umbridge said.

"Yes, I was just going over the harassment policy with Hannah. I trust you've read the morning paper," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, pity that. I'm curious as to how that information got out to the papers," Umbridge said. "I suspect one of your friends may have leaked it to them."

I scoffed. "My friends wouldn't stab me in the back, and the three that I told about the investigation have been boycotting the Prophet for nearly a year."

"Boycotting, but why?" Umbridge asked.

"Because they say ridiculous things like 'Hannah Potter Killed Cedric Diggory. More info on page 13'," I said.

"Five points from Gryffindor from your sass," Umbridge said.

I took a deep breath.

*She should've made me write "I will not punch Umbridge in the face" if she wanted me better my behavior.*

"I shouldn't be telling you this, Potter, but it's not looking good for you. The evidence is stacked high against you. I'm afraid that you'll be shipped right off to Azkaban for what you've done," Umbridge said.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Professor," I said.

"Yes well. . . You wouldn't be there long anyway," she said. She turned and walked out of the office.

"If they find enough against me they're going to do the same thing to me that they did to Sirius aren't they? I won't get a trial. I won't get to plead my case. They'll have me sit Azkaban while I wait for the dementors to come and suck out my soul won't they?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore said.

". . . There's someone in the ministry working on the case who keeps feeding them false information and bringing in evidence to put me away isn't there?" I asked.

"We suspect so," Dumbledore said. "But who, we couldn't say."

I could cry. "What if. . . What if they decide I'm guilty before you can find out who's after me?"

"Then Kingsley will inform us and you will be long gone before they ever reach Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "You will not go to jail, Hannah."

"This still isn't the least bit fair. I'm only 15. How can Fudge honestly think that I killed someone," I said. "What does he have to gain from sending me to the dementors?"

"I don't know, but your innocence is on your side," Dumbledore said.