PERCY'S P.O.V

We entered Umbridge's office and saw pink everywhere. Every inch of the office was covered in pink, and the moving cat portraits contrasted awfully. Harry visibly blanched, while I internally grinned at the number of pranks I could play on her. Umbridge gave us a sickly sweet smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter and Mr. Jackson." She said as we sat down.

"Evening, Professor Umbridge," Harry said. Umbridge fixed her eyes on me and waited.

"Hello, Dolores," I said, using her first name.

She narrowed her eyes. "Mr. Jackson, you must address to me as Professor."

I stuck my tongue out at her before saying, "In what way are you superior to me? If you argue that you teach me, then I will say that I also teach. You haven't been through the terrors I have, and fail to do the practical part of your job. No one should be calling you Professor."

Her face contorted and rippled with rage. "I will take this up with the headmaster. Let's begin now."

"Um, Professor Umbridge, before we start, I – I wanted to ask you a – a favour," Harry said quite shakily.

"Go ahead,"

"Well, I'm in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new team at five on Friday, so I was wondering if I could skip detention that night and … do it another night." He said, managing not to stutter.

"Oh, no," Umbridge smiled so widely her cheeks had to hurt. "Oh, no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr. Potter, and punishments cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty one's convenience. No, you will come here at five the rest of the week, including Friday, and will do your detentions as planned. I think it rather a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach you."

Harry was now on the verge of bursting, but he was restraining it, not wanting to give Umbridge satisfaction.

"Now, you two are going to write lines for me. No, not with your quills. You will be using a special quill of mine."

She opened her drawer and gave us each a long, thin black quill, with a really sharp point.

"Mr. Potter, I want you to write, I must not tell lies. As for you, Mr. Jackson, I would like you to write, I must respect authoritative figures."

"How many times?" Harry asked.

"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in." She said, a malicious gleam in her eyes.

"You haven't given us any ink," I noted.

"Oh, you won't need any ink." She said.

I started writing, but I wasn't writing what the hag told me to write. I was writing in Greek, so I decided to write I must not respect authoritative figures instead of what she told me to write. I saw the words getting etched on my hand, but it wasn't as raw as Harry's. The quill was using our blood as ink, and we had to keep writing until it was dinnertime.

As she inspected Harry's hand, I slipped the quill inside my pocket, took out another one from her drawer, placed it on the desk to make sure she didn't notice, and then went out with Harry.

Dinner had started when we went to the Great Hall. We sat in the middle of Hermione and Reyna, promptly cutting of their conversation.

"Harry! Percy!" Hermione called, sounding excited and worried at the same time.

"Hi guys," I started, "I need to talk to you about something."

"What? Where were you guys all this time?" Clarisse asked, joining into the conversation. Ron heard the commotion and joined in as well.

"Detention," I replied, before telling them everything, Harry filling in other details.

Hermione's face was unnaturally pale when we'd finished.

"Percy, you said you stole a quill from Umbridge, didn't you?" I nodded.

"May I see it?" she asked. I gave it to her. She was in awe as she examined the quill.

"That's a Blood Quill." She mumbled.

"I'm sorry, it's a what?!" Clarisse asked.

"A blood quill is a dark magical object of torture that is a type of quill that does not require ink, as it writes with the blood of the person using it." She explained.

"Do you think we should inform Dumbledore about this?" Ron asked.

"Definitely," Reyna said. "As for the rest of the gang, we'll tell them later."

Dinner ended. We went straight to Dumbledore's office and found Professor McGonagall standing outside.

"What are you all doing here? It's past curfew, so I need a good reason, or else I'll deduct points.

"We came here to report Umbridge," Percy said.

"Report Umbridge?" she asked, eyes widening. We told her, and she sighed and said, "Fizzing Whizzbee," to the gargoyle.

Dumbledore was deep in thought when we entered. He noticed us and straightened.

"Minerva, why have you brought them past curfew?" he asked.

"They need to tell you something," she said, gesturing to us.

Harry and I took a deep breath, before reciting everything.

-TIMESKIP-

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes, Professor," I said, handing the quill to him and showing my hand.

He examined my hand before picking up the quill, eyebrows shooting up.

"I think we have enough evidence to call a Wizengamot meeting." He said, before casting a Patronus and telling it to inform Cornelius Fudge of this.

"Well then, the Ministry will set up a trial soon. Meanwhile, it will be best if you all catch some sleep. Good night." He said before shooing us out.

"What do we do now?" Ron asked.

"It'd be best if we all sleep now," Clarisse said, yawning.

"Well then, good night," Harry said.

"Good night." We chorused, before going to our dormitories.

I got into my bed, thinking about the quill, and slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.

A/N- That was short, but it's past 2 a.m. and I'm tired. By the way, are any of you good artists? I'm a terrible artist and I want someone to draw Draco's sword. I will make the best drawing the book cover for this story. Refer to the description in the last chapter; I really can't give you a better description. You are free to improvise but it should look something like the description. R&R and I'll see you next time.

~ANNABETH MCGRACE.