The ringing of her alarm dragged Odile from her dream with a pathetic whine. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, glancing over at the clock, causing her to double take. She'd overslept for about 30 minutes more than usual, and the dorm had been cleared out. She usually awoke before anyone else, giving her ample shower time and a bit of time to herself. She grumbled at being left behind, at least someone could have shaken her awake. She had about 20 minutes to go eat breakfast if she hurried, which meant forgoing her usual beauty routine. By the time she'd made it to the Great Hall, breakfast was in full swing. She sent a rather withering look at her dorm mates, not that they were paying attention to her. She sat at her usual spot, isolated as she could be, and placed some eggs and sausage onto her plate. Her eyes pricked as she heard the mounting snickers coming from her surrounding housemates. She looked up to see them staring at her and trying to contain their laughter. She furrowed her brow, glancing down at her uniform to make sure everything was on right. Did she have something on her face? No, they wouldn't find a bit of yolk on her cheek this funny. Finally, she threw down her fork and turned to the girl closest to her, glaring fiercely.

"Why don't you tell me what's funny? I'd love to laugh too." She snarled, voice a sickly sweet tone dripping with venom. The girl gulped but kept a brave face as she pointed to her head.

"Your, um… hair." Odile froze, carefully pulling a bit of her brunette locks forward, staring blankly at the pure white strands. She brushed more forward, and her breath caught in her throat. Her hair was white. The one thing she prided herself on had been tampered with. She felt the blood in her veins boiling, and stood suddenly, causing those around her to stop and watch her. She had a pretty good idea which idiot was playing with her, and she was about to get everything coming to her. Trying to control her breathing, she walked over to where Patsy-whatever-her-face was sitting and tapped her on the shoulder. The girl looked up and burst into laughter, the students around her joining in. Odile felt a deathly calm was over her, vision going red with fury.

"What. Did. You. Do?" She grounded out, voice strained from the attempt to reign in her anger. The girl ignored her, doubling over in laughter, but swiftly silenced as Odile's hand shot out and grabbed a fist full of her shirt. Odile dragged her up until Pansy was face to face with the older girl, feet almost off the floor. Pansy wrapped her hands around Odile's arm, but it did nothing to get the girl to release the death grip Odile had on her.

"I'll ask you again. What did you do?" She said in a deathly whisper, and Pansy finally wised up to the situation. She struggled a bit, and all eyes turned to the pair.

"No-Nothing! I swear! I didn't do anything!"

"Are you sure? Because you sure were talking big last night. Saying how'd you make me pay, saying how I'd regret messing with you," she leant in close enough that Pansy could see herself reflected in the girl's pupils, "But trust me, kid, you're going to regret messing with me." Pansy squirmed, trying to escape the tight hold Odile had on her.

"Now, now, Black Swan. What did I say about picking on the little ones? Not nice." Odile felt a blinding white fury explode at the sound of Fred's voice, releasing the grip she had on the girl's shirt. Now free, Pansy quickly scooted over to Draco, heart beating a millions times a minute. Odile turned slowly, seething at the satisfied look on Fred's face.

"Love the colour darling, trying something new?" He jeered, a large grin on his face. Odile narrowed her eyes at him, feeling that familiar burn of anger intensifying

"You." She spat, slowly walking towards where he stood, leaning against the Slytherin table nonchalantly.

"Me!" He replied grinning, chuckling a bit at her expression. That was it, the straw that broke the camel's back. He thought this was a joke?

"I should have known. You think this is funny? Maybe it won't be as funny when you're in Madam Pomfrey's loving arms." She fumed, advancing on him, rolling up her sleeves. He fingered his wand as he backed up from her. He didn't know the girl that well, but one thing he'd learned from his sister was to never trust any angry girl with a wand.

"Now, let's not be hasty." He replied, licking his lips and began to pull out his wand. However, whatever jinx he had been expecting had not come. The retaliation had come in the form of a fist slamming into his nose, a sickening crunch knocking him to the floor. She straddled him, pulling his shirt up so he was looking her in the eyes, albeit a bit dazed.

"It was all I had left of her!" He shook his head dumbly as the blood rushed down his face, not understanding what she was yelling about. All he could see were the tears forming in her eyes, and blood smearing her knuckles. His blood. "It was all I had and you stole it! You think everything is a joke, but you don't give a crap about how it makes people feel. You are going to pay for this." Before she could continue beating his perfect freckled face in, she felt her body freeze from a body-binding spell and fell to his side with a thump. She glared over at him as footsteps sounded behind them, the clacking of kitten heels working her already frayed nerves.

"Hem hem. You do know fighting is strictly forbidden by the rules. 50 points from Slytherin and Gryffindor. I would have you both expelled, but for now that power still remains with the Headmaster. Until Professor Dumbledore comes to a decision I will see you both at 9 o'clock for four weeks in detention. This doesn't include the detentions you already have Ms Reisinger, or you, Mr Weasley for that matter." The woman nodded primly towards the teachers table before shaking her head at the two. The charm keeping Odile tied was released as soon as she left, and Odile stood shakily. She wiped her eyes furiously, eyeing Fred as he titled his head backwards. She glanced over her handiwork with some disgust, hating her temper had gotten the best of her. He blinked up at her, the blood staining his shirt making her feel somewhat guilty. Somewhat.

"Head forward Weasley, or you'll choke. Not that it matters much to me." She muttered so that only he could hear her and quickly stalked out the room. He groaned, leaning his head forwards, clearing the tight feeling in his throat. Fred felt hands lifting him up, supporting his weight as his brother and Lee slung his arms over their shoulders. He allowed them to help him to the medical wing, leaving a roomful of people to erupt into rumours and whispers. The table full of teachers were in various states of emotional distress, from Snape's annoyance to McGonagall's worry. That left one particular Headmaster, who was in a state of intrigue. Albus sunk back in his seat, deep in thought. Yes, perhaps expulsion was a step too far for him, but he'd certainly like to keep an eye on those two. Who knew what kind of trouble they could get into?

All right, she overreacted, she was aware enough to admit it. The catalyst was that her hair was the only thing she had left to remind her of her mother. Everyone who knew her mum had always told her that. She had her father's eyes, but her mother's hair. She rarely cut it, letting the long tresses reach the middle of back. People could say it was "just hair" but it meant more than that to her. So maybe she had overreacted, it was true Fred had no knowledge of why her hair meant so much to her, but Odile didn't care much about that. Pranks weren't meant to be at the expense of others, they were meant to make people laugh. They weren't meant to make people cry themselves to sleep, ignoring the split skin on their knuckles. They certainly weren't meant to make people into social pariahs, the topic of hushed whispers in the common room.

As she stomped up the stairs to Umbridge's office, she noticed two Hufflepuffs coming towards her. They were laughing with each other before they caught sight of Odile, exchanging looks and hurrying back down the way they'd come. It had been a couple of days since the whole incident, and her hair was still that hideous white. It seemed the entire situation made her out to be some psycho, never sure when she'd snap next. She sighed as she saw a painting whispering to another. She almost felt like crying. She just wanted to be home. Home with her family and her friends and… well just home. No drama. No twins. No looming threat of the Ministry taking over. She missed Illervony like a lost limb; the flag football fridays and the No-Maj studies clubs that she excelled in. She missed the school dances she and her friends used to sneak into, the late night's they would steal food from the kitchen and feast while doing all nighters. She was knocked out of these thoughts as she arrived at a pink door.

Must be the place, she thought. No one else would be this gaudy. Unless Snape decided to get a redecorater. She took a deep breath before she opened the door, knocking as she entered. Professor Umbridge looked up and smiled brightly, all teeth.

"You're finally here, Ms Reisinger. 5 points from Slytherin for being late." Odile stared at her as if she'd grown two heads. She gave a glance toward the kitty clock on the wall to check the time. It was exactly 9:01.

"I'm a minute late!" She spluttered, but Umbridge's smile simply grew, and she cocked an eyebrow, shuffling papers on her desk.

"Do you want to make it 10?" Odile gritted her teeth but shook her head. She slumped over to the available desk, ignoring the kid sitting on her right. The woman smiled in a self-satisfied manner, raising the hairs on the back of Odile's neck.

"Excellent. Now I'm afraid you and Mr Potter will have to share a session today, as I am terribly busy." Busy with what? Your obsession with hideous decorative plates and hideous fabrics? She desperately wanted to say, but held her tongue. She side eyed Potter who seemed to be in a very similar headspace.

"Hem-hem. It seems you and Mr Potter here seem to have terrible tempers. In these sessions, we will work to correct that." Odile fully looked over to the messy-haired, bespectacled boy next to her. He caught her gaze and narrowed his eyes, and she glanced away again. Whatever. Just another stupid Gryffindor. He may be The-Boy-Who-Lived, didn't change the fact he was still just some kid who had anger issues. You're not much better, a little voice in her head reminded her, but she brushed the thought away.

"Now you two are going to be doing some lines for me today." They reached for their quills, but she shook her head, stopping them in their tracks.

"No, not with your quills. You're going to be using a rather special one of mine." She stood then, handing them both a quill that was topped with a midnight black feather.

"Now, Ms Reisinger, I would like you to write, I must control my temper. And Mr Potter, you'll be writing, I must not tell lies."

"How many times?" Harry growled out, clenching his fists so tight his knuckles were turning white. Man, maybe the kid really does need anger management, Odile thought to herself. She'd never actually observed the boy up close. He was different from all the stories she'd heard. Pale, skinny, and lanky. Just a regular pubescent teen. What made him so interesting to everyone then? Apart from the fact, he had defeated one of the most powerful dark wizards of all time as a baby. Alright, that could be it.

"Let's just say, for as long as it takes for the message to sink in." She answered with that disturbing smile of hers. The two students exchanged looks before Harry turned to the woman.

"You haven't given us any ink."

"Oh, you won't need any ink." She replied, turning away from them. They glanced at each other once more before turning to their papers. Sighing, she started to begin to write out her lines in her usual cursive. She shuddered as she noticed the colour of the ink was a dark red. Everyone knew you weren't supposed to write with red ink, basic school knowledge that Umbridge had obviously missed. As she kept writing, she felt a burning sensation on the back of her hand. She kept trying to plough through the pain, but it just kept getting worse. She massaged her hand and practically yelped when she felt a cut there. She heard Harry hiss in pain and look down at his own hand. She followed his lead and noticed that in disgustingly red, bleeding letters of her own handwriting were the words, I must control my temper.

She glanced at the woman, sneering at the woman's smirk, as if to say "try me". This battle would not be won by fists and spells, it was far out of Odile's paygrade. She simply exhaled, turning back to her paper. She wasn't going to let that woman win. As the clock ticked on, the pain in her hand became worse and worse, until finally, Umbridge cleared her throat.

"Well, I believe that's enough for tonight." Thank Merlin, she thought to herself as she collected her bags and hurried towards the door.

"Ahem. Come here before you go." Umbridge cried before she could escape and Odile slowly turned on her heel, making her way over to Umberbridge's desk. Harry joined her on her right, eyeing her warily. He could see why people were a bit scared of her now. She had a height advantage on most girls, she was even taller than him a bit. She was built as well, not quite as muscular as someone like Angelina but still pretty more than average. Strong enough to break Fred's nose at least.

"Hands." Umbridge said simply, and they held out their pained hands toward the toad of a woman. She grabbed each hand in the grubby little ones of her own. They hissed in pain as she spent a moment looking them over, before making a little tutting sound.

"It seems the message hasn't quite sunk in yet. I suppose we'll have to try in the next lesson. Good night." She said in that sickly sweet voice of hers. Odile nodded stiffly and forced herself not to run out the room. After she'd escaped, she finally released the single tear she'd been holding in from at the pain that had been throbbing in her hand. She quickly brushed it away, exhaling shakily. As she saw Harry exit behind her, they once again shared looks and nodded as if to say, I won't tell if you don't. With that, she turned away from the boy and began to walk. That was all she needed to do. Don't get involved. She had nothing to do with the great Harry Potter, aside from the fact they had just shared a torture session. She owed him nothing. Don't say anything. Don't-

"Harry." She called to the boy who'd been walking away. He looked back in surprise at the sound of his name being called. Odile scratched the back of her head and tried to avoid his eyes.

"Listen, uh… your Granger friend probably already knows this, but um- well, murtlap essence is good for these kinds of injuries. Well, like cuts and slices and- look you get it. The house-elves should be able to get some for you. Just some advice." Harry watched her with a mix of wariness and curiosity on his face. This was the same girl who'd broken Fred's nose, right? Of course, she was, he'd seen it himself. So why was she telling him this?

"Uh… thanks." She nodded jerkily before turning on her heel and stalking back towards the dungeons. He shook his head, brows furrowing. What did she have to gain from that conversation? It was almost like… well, like she was trying to help.

A/N: Ahhh, this was probably one of my favourite scenes to write. And it only gets better from here. At least in my eyes. But then again, I'm a little biased. I love Odile's temper because she gets it from me. Ahhh, I remember my first time punching someone in the face. Seems so long ago now *wipes tear from eye*. ANYHOO, THANKS FOR READING!

Also side note, I forgot to mention my thinking behind this whole prank. So my image for Odile in my head was Emilia Clark. Which is how I see her, BUT YOU GUYS IMAGINE HER ANYWAY YOU WANT! Anyway, as Emilia also plays Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons (you got to include all titles y'all) the blonde hair theme just had to play in.

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EDITED= 09/16/21