Chapter 4
Harry watched the group chatting as he sat beside his father, his head on James' chest.
"So Harry do you play Quidditch?" James asked suddenly looking down at his son.
"Of Course he does. Bloody brilliant at it too." Sirius said.
"Youngest seeker in a century." commented Ron.
James whistled, "Well we'll just have to play as soon as I get out of this place."
Harry started to bang his head on the food table at this. The only thing that was heard throughout the room, besides the banging, was "OW, OW, OW"
Finally instead of just staring at the poor boy, Lily grabbed her newly acquired wand and vanished the table. When Harry tried to bang his head again he flew right into the sheets.
"Is there a problem Harry?" asked his grandfather.
"UMBRIDGE HAS MY BROOM!" wailed Harry.
"Don't worry Harry we'll get it back." stated Ron confidently.
Harry just fell off the bed. (A/N LOL!)
"Ouch." He said as everyone chuckled.
He put his right hand on the bed and pulled himself up. Harry looked at everyone and smiled weakly. They didn't notice, at least not Lily, James, and Sirius.
"I must not tell lies? Harry what in the ruddy hell happened to your hand!?" bellowed Sirius.
Harry coward behind Ron and whimpered, "Help me Ron."
"You have to tell them, Harry." said Hermione as she pulled Ron away from Harry.
"Hey Sirius, loving godfather who would never hurt his godson for not telling him something."
Sirius just ignored what Harry said and slammed him on the bed.
"What happened to your hand?" Sirius asked through gritted teeth.
"Detention…lines…Umbridge…blood quill." mumbled Harry.
"WHAT!?" screamed Lily.
Dumbledore stood up, straightened his robes, and walked out of the room without a word. In the next few hours Harry was forced to retell his detentions with Umbridge. To say his parents and Sirius were fuming was the understatement of the year.