A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 89: First detention

The first week passed quickly. Still, the classes with Umbridge were awful. We apparently weren't going to do anything practical, we were only going to read the theory from a "ministry approved" book. In her opinion, as long as we knew theory really well, practical exams shouldn't be a problem. Harry of course, couldn't shut up when she started talking about how bad our teachers were until then and frankly, I was on the verge of punching her when she firstly called Remus a "horrible half-breed" , then Harry a liar. But I shut up and didn't say anything. That of course, until she called me crazy and said that St Mungo's would be a more suitable place for me than Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry professor, but what makes you say that? From what I know, I'm mentally stable."

"Oh, dear, but making affirmations like the ones from the Prophet is obviously not something anyone sane would do."

"Professor, those affirmations were made by Dumbledore, not me, so they are true."

"Actually, that is an additional reason not to believe them."

And continuing to talk to her, both me and Harry managed to get detention with her.

Friday night, when we got to her office, we sat at the two desks placed in front of her own. As soon as I saw the quills, I froze.

Somewhere around the time when I was seven, I wanted to become a teacher. That's why I started reading everything that was about the subject. A book found its way to me called "History of magical education.", and it had a chapter dedicated to forbidden methods of punishment. Everything there, from chaining students to Unforgivable Curses was terrifying. But one thing that remained fixed in my mind was exactly the thing that was placed neatly next to the parchment in front of us: Blood Quills.

I wasn't actually surprised when Harry asked her where is the ink, but I didn't dare tell him what was actually going on.

"You will write lines today: 'I must not tell lies' "

"How many times professor?"

"Until the message...sinks in"

Well, that was a completely different level of evil.

We started writing. After two times, I started feeling pain on the back of my right hand, as well as my left hand from Harry. That was when my writing turned completely sloppy, as I could barely hold the quill in my left hand. Harry started hissing in pain, and Umbridge turned to him with a sickly sweet smile and asked if there was a problem. He answered no.

After an hour of carving our hands. She let us go.

"I hope you understood that you should be truthful and not lie to the adults. Because that is a wrong way to behave."

I bit my tongue and nodded, and Harry just shut up. Smart move.

"I'm sorry Harry."

"Why?"

"Well, the main reason you got here, besides being bull headed about convincing her that Voldemort is back, is that you defended me. And because I knew what those quills did, but I didn't tell you cause she would've made us write more."

"It's ok. Now let's go, or the blood puddle will make Filch think someone murdered Mrs Norris."

When we got to the common room, we told them she made us write lines. Hermione didn't buy it, cause as soon as Harry sat on the couch, his left hand under him, he flinched. She took it and her eyes went wide.

"What did she do to you? Selene, give me your hand."

I put my left hand in her palm.

"The other hand."

sigh

That was the first time I actually saw what I did to my hand. At first, the writing was the same on all lines, so there was a relatively deep hole in my hand with what we had to write. But it was cut off by all sorts of diagonal and wavy lines because I lost the ability to write straight. It looked so much worse than Harry's, but his was deeper.

"Oh, dear..." She left and came back with bandages.

After performing numbing spells on my and Harry's hands, Mione took me to the dorm because I had to get some sleep.

Next morning I woke up really early, and I didn't expect anyone to be at breakfast, because it was, after all, Saturday. But Blaise was at the Slytherin table, the only other person in the Great Hall. He came to sit with me.

"Morning."

"Morning. Why are you here so early?"

"Well, Draco kept me up all night, but ue finally fell asleep three hours ago. I couldn't fall asleep so early so I came here. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, but why are you asking? And why did he keep you up?"

"I guess you're about to find out", he said, pointing to an eagle-looking owl that was flying towards us. It dropped a letter next to my plate and landed on Blaise's shoulder. He gave it a piece of bacon and it elegantly flew off after that.

Looking surprised at Blaise, I slid my nail under the edge of the envelope and opened it.

"Dear Selene,

We found out about the rather unorthodox and frankly illegal methods of teaching that one of the professors is using as a means of detention. It is a very sadistic punishment and has been forbidden more than a century ago. If it happens again, we are ready to go to the ministry or the Headmaster and report the mistreatment of students that is happening at Hogwarts. If you do want to discuss anything else on this subject, feel free to send an owl anytime.

Narcissa Malfoy"

I looked up from my letter and tried to gather my words.

"How on earth did she find out?"

"Well, you know, scar tissue apparently starts to appear shortly after a wound is made, but we don't observe it because of the blood and redness of the skin."

"Where are you going with this?"

"When we got back to the common room last night, under a pile of not really straight lines, Draco had I must not tell lies, carved in his left hand. And the skin of the edges of the scar were raised. That was a blood quill Selene..."

"I know it was. But wh-"

"He wrote to his parents. They might be against Dumbledore, but disfiguring children is not their goal. Especially since they both know that woman is batshit crazy."

"This has to stop. When he is going to finally reveal himself, he can't know that I have any relation to the Malfoys. I can't to this to them, they were too nice to me."

"We'll see."

I had to do something about that scar. It wasn't such a easy one to hide.