Baz and Harry both walked down the hallway after school. Harry was blabbering something about Umbridge, but Baz wasn't listening. He was too focused on his hunger. Dinner was right after class and even then Baz didn't eat, couldn't eat. He had skipped lunch to talk to Hagrid about the map and hadn't eaten since. His vision began to sharpen and brighten in pain. It wasn't just food hunger, it was the other one too. He just hoped to god he could get through detention.

"Hey, man are you okay?" Harry asked just realizing how fatigued his friend was.

Baz shook him off, "Never better." He said dryly.

When they entered the classroom Mrs. Umbridge was down at her desk waiting for them. "Welcome boys!" She rushed to meet them looking them up and down like how a lion looks at its prey. "Now, because you're new to this school Mr. Pitch you will be writing "I must respect my teacher" and "I will not talk out of line" on the chalkboard 500 times in total. Then you may go. It will double each time you are here. " She handed Baz a piece of chalk and gestured to the board behind and he began to write. Then she turned to Harry, "Now Mr. Potter I have a special one just for you."

She walked over to a small desk positioned next to hers and told him to sit down. "Mr. Potter, you will be writing "I must not tell lies" until the end of detention on this piece of paper with this pen I will be providing. I trust you boys will do this without my supervision. I have to attend a meeting. I will count how much you each have done at the end." With that she walked out of the classroom, locking it behind her.

The boys looked at each other, "First to 200 wins the loser's desert tomorrow." Harry smiled.

Baz tried to smile but it hurt too much, "Why not."

Baz began to vigorously write on the board, he didn't care about the bet but cared more about getting the fuck out of there. His hunger grew more and more. All he had to do was finish, ring some stupid bell she had given him and leave. Th room filled with chalkboard dust and the sound of Harry's pen on the paper. It was a few minutes in when Harry winced in pain. And, the smell hit Baz's nose before he knew it. Blood. Baz spun around to find Harry looking at his hand.

"What happened." It came out more of a whisper.

"Bloody hell, look." Harry walked over. Baz pushed his body up against the board. Harry put up his hand, and on the top of his palm it read, "I must not tell lies." Baz felt his fangs begin to pop in his mouth. He moved his body away from Harry and began to write even faster. "Aren't you going to say something? She's sick!" When he didn't respond Harry just walked away looking hurt. They went the rest of the time in silence. Baz considered ditching overall but she had locked them in. This was going to hurt so damn much.

Harry knew something was wrong, but he didn't know what. Baz didn't look well at all. He was shaking, with sweat running down his neck. He was writing faster than Harry had seen anyone. Harry did his work too but found it distracting everytime Baz dropped his chalk, which was every ten minutes. He swore. Baz was a mess. Harry wasn't having the best of luck, pain ripped through his skin every time he wrote. His hand was going numb.

Harry tried to make small talk, but Baz wasn't in the talking mood. He would only answer with a head nod, a grunt or didn't even answer at all. There were 30 minutes left when Harry heard the bell. Within a few minutes, Mrs. Umbrige trotted in with her loud ass heels examining Baz's work.

"Well done Mr. Pitch. Next time, make it neater. You are free to go."
Baz's head was bowed, and when she gave him the green light he ran the hell out. He didn't even say goodbye. What a douche bag.

Harry was stuck there with the toad for another 30 minutes until she examined his hand and told him he was done.

Harry was walking down the hallway rubbing his now bloody irritated hand when he looked out the window. It was a beautiful night, the moon was casting a faint white glow over the woods. The night air was warm to the touch and in the distance, he could hear a wolf's howl. It was peaceful. When Harry was about to turn he saw something emerging out of the woods. It was a boy covered in blood, no, it was Baz.

Harry froze in his tracks as he saw Baz walk out of the fields, the tips of his sleeves and pants were splattered with blood. He didn't know if it was Baz's or not but Harry ran like hell to the dormitories.

Harry dove under the covers of his bed and pretended to be asleep when Baz walked in. It felt very childish, pretending to be asleep, it was something Harry did every time when living with the Dursley's.

When he knew Baz began to snore quietly Harry let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. He would tell his friends in the morning.