I guess not everyone enjoyed the last chapter, but I wanted to do a buildup.

Warnings: This story is shounen-ai. Yaoi, gay, slash, etc. etc. Harry/Tom Sirius/Remus and vice versa.

Notes: (X) is pov change and or time jump

Chapter 24: The Last Detention

With the bond almost closed and the threat to Umbridge's life no longer eminent, the reality of what had almost just happened started to sink in. The darkness coursing through Aderes's mind was so… He shuddered.

"Harry?" Aderes slowed down, a look of concern on his face.

How could someone that felt so much hatred care for anyone? "I'm okay. It's just colder than last night."

"I could warm you up," Aderes suggested with a smirk. He tried to pull Harry beside him, but the Gryffindor dug his heels into the floor and shook his head.

"I'm good."

Aderes frowned. "Are you sure?" Harry nodded. "Well, I'm not." He gave a rather hard tug, Harry's arm erupting in pain as he staggered forward, Aderes's arm wrapping tightly around his waist.

What have I gotten myself into? His heart was beating fast enough to break his ribs now. He didn't actually… but he wanted to and if I hadn't stopped him… His body began shaking worse despite his efforts to keep his growing fear in check. Aderes was dangerous. What if he turned that darkness on Harry, if he did something his boyfriend didn't like? Would Aderes hurt him? They'd already had a few rows over the summer, but any pain he'd experienced had been from the bond forming. But Aderes had thrown Ron into a wall without a second thought and hadn't felt any remorse. In fact, the bond had shown Harry that his boyfriend had not only felt completely justified in turning Ron into a rag doll, he'd enjoyed it.

"I'm surprised this is bothering you. You're usually more resilient to cold than this."

He held Harry closer, warmth flowing through Harry's body. "Maybe it's just from the detention…"

Aderes gave a small nod, anger flashing across his eyes. "That old man better stop this, tonight."

Harry studied him a moment before nodding. This is what he'd wanted, right? For someone to save him? For Umbridge to be punished. Aderes had done nothing that would lead to him getting caught or anything illegal, really. You didn't get arrested and sent to Azkaban over a body binding spell. And while he couldn't deny the darkness Aderes was harboring, he'd remained in control of it. He hadn't gone into a blind rage and destroyed everything around him or harmed anyone. At least not that evening. And what Aderes had done to Snape's classroom and Umbridge's room had been calculated. Not an emotional fit. Am I really going to rationalize this?

"You're very quiet."

"Thank you for stopping the detention." He dropped his head onto Aderes's shoulder, ignoring how strange it would look if anyone came walking by.

Aderes's eyes widened a hint. "You're welcome…."

They walked in silence, Harry's unease growing. He needed to keep Aderes talking if he didn't want to overthink everything right now. "… So why is Voldemort's curse on the Defense teaching position saving me?" He started laughing as soon as the words left his mouth. Whether from nervousness or the stupidity of Aderes's lie, he wasn't sure.

"Voldemort's weird," Aderes snickered.

Harry could feel Aderes's body relaxing and even his face softened. I can't push him away. Despite having felt that rage and all the other dark feelings coursing through Aderes, he still cared for him. And Aderes had responded when he'd begged him not to hurt her. And he'd only used a body binding curse. I knew it. Sometime after Cedric's death, he'd lost his mind.

"Harry." Aderes stopped at the bottom of the steps leading to Dumbledore's office. "Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just… trying to figure some stuff out."

He tilted his head slightly to one side. "Such as?"

"I…. Never mind." He couldn't tell Aderes just how hard he'd fallen for him in such a short time. He'd laugh at him for sure, but then… He stared at Aderes, the Slytherin's face showing slight tints of red again.

"What?"

"You must have had some reason for mailing yourself to my house." And they'd been sharing a bed from day one. At some point they'd started dating, not that they'd ever talked about doing so or had even made it official. Having thought Aderes wasn't a living person, he'd just allowed himself to go with his feelings, treating the necklace like a security blanket. Aderes had known they were both living humans though and had decided to walk right into his life and had just assumed Harry would like him. How had Aderes even known he would like Harry? What if he'd gotten to Harry's house and found out he hated him? "I feel like I'm missing something."

"Come on." Aderes removed his arm from around Harry and started up the stairs at a fast walk. "We're coming in," he said, without knocking.

Harry followed. He's not telling me something.

Aderes opened the door, his shadow self, flickering between color and black until his real self held.

Harry almost screamed out, then realized Dumbledore seemed to already know everything about Aderes. He wouldn't have let him stay at number twelve otherwise. Right… Dumbledore isn't worried. He let out a breath and leaned against the doorframe, dropping his gaze to the floor as his eyes widened.…. Dumbledore isn't the best judge in character.

Aderes burst into laughter. The headmaster looked at them curiously, Harry's face burning as he realized Aderes had opened the bond back up.

'You have no idea how right you are!'

'That's….' He knew Aderes was going to figure out soon enough that he'd been thinking about him and that he wouldn't be happy about it, at least not all of it. And that he… He locked eyes with Aderes, his entire body burning horribly. "I'm going to the dorm."

"Harry," Aderes protested between laughs. He grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him into the room. "You can go after the old man gets photos." He closed the door once Harry was safely inside.

"You know, one day you're going to regret not knocking first," Dumbledore said. He closed a book on his desk, smiling at them. "Thank you for coming, Harry."

"Perhaps I'll learn my lesson then." He led Harry to the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk and sat down on the armrest.

Harry sat down in the chair, his mind a windstorm. His internal alarms screamed at him to run. That staying with Aderes was a horrible idea. But… He wanted to be with Aderes all the same. Maybe he held that same darkness within himself. He knew or was pretty sure he knew what Aderes was capable of and yet he couldn't imagine breaking it off with him. And the sorting hat had almost placed him in Slytherin.

"Being a Slytherin doesn't make you evil," Aderes sighed. "It means you're resourceful and don't give up on your goals."

Harry stared at him. There was no way Aderes could pick up on such a minor thought and had somehow not noticed the glaring red sign in his brain screaming, 'I'm in love with Aderes Keaira,' or whatever the bloody hell his last name was. "Are you purposely ignoring the other half of my thoughts?"

"Yes."

Harry glared at him as he held back a sigh. There were only a handful of reasons as to why Aderes would pretend to ignore a thought like that, and he didn't care much for most of them. Any of them, really. It seemed he had some thinking to do. "Aderes said something about pictures?"

"Ah, yes. Just of your hand," Dumbledore said. Harry placed his hand on Dumbledore's desk so the partially carved sentence in his hand was visible. "I must not tell lies? I had no idea Umbridge was capable of understanding irony."

"That's what I thought," Harry said, finding himself grinning.

Dumbledore picked up a small camera from the side of his desk and took a few photos of Harry's hand. "I should warn you, Harry, if Umbridge continues this, I'll be sending these photos to the Daily Prophet."

Harry shrugged. What did he have to lose? He was more than happy to help in getting Umbridge in trouble, and it wasn't like his face was visible in any of the photos, so only Umbridge would know whose hand it was. Considering what she was doing was illegal, he doubted she'd openly retaliate against him for it either. Besides, he really had more important things to worry about right now. Like, whether or not Aderes had some ulterior motives for dating him or whether Aderes cared for him even a fraction of how much he cared for Aderes. Because my love life is somehow more important than my safety, he thought, irritated.

"Are you done? I want to get some healing ointment on his hand before it scars," Aderes said.

"Yes, for now."

"Good." He started for the door, looking to Harry when he realized he wasn't next to him. "Come on."

"C, coming." Harry got to his feet, wishing he could stay in the office a little longer to ask Dumbledore some questions, but they would have to wait. He would try when Aderes had the bond closed or almost completely closed. "Goodnight, professor."

"Goodnight, Harry. Aderes."

As soon as they were back on the steps, Aderes grabbed Harry's hand. "Harry—"

"It's fine," he said, both of them well aware that it wasn't. "I've never been in a relationship before so I might be over exaggerating." He hoped that's all this was. It would be just his luck to fall for someone and for them to not care about him just as much. That's how it'd been with Cho, and she was sort of popular and smart, but a regular fool when compared to Aderes. So why would someone like Aderes want to be wit him? Stop that. It wasn't fair to expect Aderes to really care for him when they hadn't even been dating for a full two months. "I mean, I barely know you."

Harry felt a flicker of pain from the bond, then nothing. "Right."

"You don't need to get mad about it. We have all this year to get to know each other." After that there was no guarantee. Really, not much of a guarantee he'd survive this year, but Voldemort seemed to ignore him while the school year was in session, save a week or two.

"Do yourself a favor and stop talking," Aderes growled.

Harry glared at him. "I have no idea what convinced you to do," he motioned to himself and Aderes. "All of this, but I didn't get a say in any of it," he said, his anger growing. "You decided everything, I think I at least deserve an explanation to some of it."

"You had nothing against this," Aderes snapped, his eyes widening as the words left his mouth.

"I had no idea you existed until you were in my bed," Harry protested.

"Think what you want." He started down the hall, Harry glaring at his back.

"Fine! I'm going to bed! If you want to talk tomorrow, I'll be waiting."

Aderes turned to him. "Stop being so dramatic. We both know you'll never get any sleep if I'm not beside you."

They locked eyes, neither one of them wanting to back down, but Harry knew Aderes was right. If he wasn't curled up next to the Slytherin he'd have nightmares, if he managed to sleep at all. This is pathetic! Aderes walked back to him and pulled him into a hug, resting his forehead on Harry's.

"You know I care about you, a lot." Even if he did, it didn't seem like the strength of their emotions matched up. "I will do anything for you. I will risk everything for you. So, for now. Just trust me."

"I felt how…" 'With Umbridge.' He let the bond finish the rest.

Aderes's eyes squinted slightly in amusement. 'Yes, and if you didn't notice, the rag is still alive.'

'It scared me.'

'As it should, but you are the most important person to me. I am not going to hurt you.' He took Harry's hand again, giving it a tight squeeze.

'But…' He knew Aderes was telling the truth as he always seemed to be, but that didn't make any sense. Had he just guessed Harry would be emotionally starved enough to fall for whoever took the time to give him a bit of attention and went with it? By some stroke of luck, they'd both really fallen for each other. No, he said, this was about Dumbledore…

"I can't give you the answers you want right now. They would melt your brain and you only have so much to work with." He smiled, showing Harry he was joking, and stroked some of his hair. "When I'm sure it won't cause you any harm, I'll explain everything."

Aderes was dodging the issue, and once again they both knew it, but the bond was warning Harry not to press it just yet. Not until Aderes had figured the bond out properly and he seemed genuinely concerned for Harry's mental state.

"Fine," he sighed. He knew he shouldn't, but he didn't want to fight with Aderes right before bed, not really. Or at all. That and he feared if he did try and get this sorted out right now, Aderes would leave him. Or his brain might really melt.

Relief. "Good. Now let's go to your dorm so we can get your hand healed up."

"Okay."

He needed more time to think, more questions answered, not to change his mind, he was well past that, but to find out exactly what he'd gotten himself into, because he had a sinking feeling that Aderes could take Umbridge prisoner and torture her for weeks and Harry would still find some way in his mind to rationalize it. Am I that pathetic or that hopelessly in love? He sighed and leaned against Aderes. At this point, it didn't really matter.

(X)

"There is a dark presence very close to you, one that threatens your life. If you're not careful, it will kill you and all of those you care for!"

Is she talking about Aderes or Voldemort? ... Probably both. Or anyone else following Voldemort. A good deal of Ministry workers. Really, the list of people who weren't a dark presence in his life and didn't want him and his loved one's dead was far shorter than those who did.

Trelawney glared at him as he failed to hold back a snicker. "You think this is funny, boy?!"

"Of course not." He hoped he sounded serious. He didn't need another detention, but Trelawney's prediction was one huge joke, even for her. Not a single person could claim otherwise unless they were unaware of his life story. In other words, no one sitting in the classroom.

Ron brought up his book to hide, but not before Harry could see the grin on his face.

"You'll be dead before you're sixteen if you stay on this path!" She leaned forward, eyes wide for effect, her voice rising as she spoke, her jewelry clinking together.

Harry held his tongue between his teeth, trying his best to remain straight faced. Thought I'd be dead long before that.

Shock. '… I... just put a quill through Hermione's essay thanks to you. I hope you're proud of yourself.'

Harry grinned. 'I am.'

Aderes sighed. 'And thank you so much for comparing me to Voldemort,' he added drily.

"MR. POTTER!"

Harry jumped, his knees banging into the table. The kettle fell onto its side, drenching the tablecloth, tea leaves oozing out of his cup. The hot water spread out towards the edges of the table, quickly sweeping the leaves away. They fell to the floor with a small wet plop. "Eh…"

"GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT!"

"Right." He stood up as Trelawney pulled out her wand and waved it at the table. Everything dried off as the water flew back into the kettle, the tea leaves into his overturned cup. That's not sanitary.

Trelawney took a few calming breaths and turned towards the class; a smile plastered onto her face. "Miss. Brown, why don't we see what your future holds for the week?"

Lavender looked utterly thrilled and almost shoved Harry to the side to take the seat he'd just left. He sat down next to Ron, shaking his head.

"What was that about," he asked in a whisper.

"I was—" he stopped. He still hadn't exactly explained everything yet to Ron and Hermione. They knew most of it. Actually, he was pretty sure Hermione knew all of it, minus the bond situation. Ron just knew that Aderes and the shadow were the same person. "I'll explain tomorrow."

Ron stared at him. "Why tomorrow?"

"Because we need to go somewhere, no one can overhear us."

"Oh."

A quick mental test told him that Aderes was waiting for a reply. 'I know you're not Voldemort. But are you even aware of how dark some of your thoughts were last night?'

'Of course, I am. She illegally made you carve letters into your hand. My words do not seem to be sinking into your brain, I will tolerate no one harming you.'

The promise of a slow and painful death followed, making Harry shudder. To think just a few days ago he'd thought Umbridge deserved anything horrible that could possibly happen to her. But he hadn't thought Aderes was truly willing to kill her, and definitely not in the ways he was currently thinking.

'You can't just…' but Aderes was already telling him he could and to drop it because he would. And worse, some deep inner part of him was kind of happy that someone was willing to go that far for him. Maybe he does care about me as much as I do him… Was the darkness and anger Aderes had shown the night before directly related to his feelings for Harry?

'Now you're beginning to understand.' He could feel the smile on Aderes's lips.

That didn't make it okay, but… he couldn't quite fault Aderes the way he had before either. Not when he'd been thinking the same way over the summer when it came to Aderes's safety. He'd been willing to cut himself off from everyone. Okay, his friends had pretty much done that themselves first, to let everyone think Ron was going mad. He'd have done anything as long as it kept Aderes safe and happy. And no one had actually been trying to hurt him. Umbridge on the other hand seemed determined to destroy what little sanity Harry had left.

I don't want him hurt… Or to be taken. He shuddered and gripped the edge of the table, his teeth clenching as a wave of irrational fear rushed over him. Why am I so scared Aderes is going to be taken from me? There were the self-esteem issues, sure, but this fear wasn't about Aderes breaking it off to go with someone else. The absolute fear was of Aderes being removed from his life as a whole.

'Harry?'

'Huh?'

'What can Trelawney possibly be doing to induce such fear in you?'

'It's not Trelawney.'

Aderes raised a mental eyebrow. 'Why are you so scared?'

'I don't know.' He tried to show Aderes exactly what he'd been thinking through the bond, but the emotions ended up as a tangled mess instead. 'It's not that important. Just some random thoughts.'

'If you're sure…'

'Am I allowed to tell Ron and Hermione anything about all of this? About us?'

Aderes seemed to be thinking. Harry could almost see the swirling abyss in his mind's eye. 'We should probably talk about what is safe for them to know and what isn't.'

'They won't tell anyone.'

'I know, but I don't trust your useless friend not to break under torture.'

'… Why do you think my friends are going to be tortured?'

'Harry, Voldemort wants both of us dead. Whether or not it happens, it's something to worry about.'

Harry blinked, turning to Ron. He'd worried about his friends getting hurt before, but the idea of them actually getting tortured by Voldemort hadn't been one of his fears. Death or maybe harmed enough to end up in St. Mungo's, but he'd always assumed it would be during a duel or something like that, not a slow buildup of pain over long periods of time.

"Is there something on my face?"

"No," Harry said. "Want to do our dream journals?" The alternative was listening to Trelawney go on and on about how perfect Lavender's life would be for the next week or letting his thoughts dwell on the possibility of his closest friends' tortures.

Ron shrugged and pulled his dream journal out of his bag, Harry doing the same. "I think I'll be chased by a unicorn this evening in the Forbidden Forest."

"She won't buy it unless you add that it stabbed you."

"Good point." Harry wrote the sentence and underneath that put he woke up feeling sick. His eyes fell onto his hand. Aderes had done some weird, well something, transferring some of his energy to Harry using the bond followed by a healing spell Harry didn't know. No matter how long he looked, he could no longer see the sentence Umbridge had been trying so hard to carve into him. His face grew warm as he flexed his fingers and smiled. A dark presence wouldn't have spared me another scar.

(X)

"You're sure you don't want me to walk you the rest of the way?" Aderes did not look happy, nor was he as the bond clearly told Harry. His boyfriend seemed to think the entire school needed to see him walking with Harry. A reminder to all to stay the hell away from him and a warning to anyone who ignored that reminder that Aderes would be delighted to skin them alive if his guidelines were not followed.

"Of course, I want you with me." Be it the bond or how pathetic Harry had become in the last month and a half, he always wanted Aderes by his side. Perhaps it was both. Or, as he'd realized in Divination earlier, he was terrified of losing anyone else he cared about. Which was exactly why he had to go to his detention alone. Umbridge couldn't suspect Aderes of being the shadow.

Aderes snorted. "Do you actually believe that toad is capable of harming me? She can't even see me."

"I know, but Dumbledore can."

Aderes let out a sigh. "For now, that fool is on our side."

'Not if you kill Umbridge.'

Mild surprise followed by amusement. "You're not wrong."

"I've survived up until now. This is the last one."

He nodded, running his hand through some of Harry's hair. "I know you're capable of amazing things…" Mild fear tinted each word.

'Keep the bond open. Dumbledore said he warned Fudge, right?' Aderes nodded. 'If he has any sense at all left, there won't be any more hand carving.'

'You're far too trusting. But fine.' He released Harry and took a step back, eyes narrowed. 'If any harm comes to you, that toad better hope St. Mungo's can piece her back together.'

'I somehow doubt they could if you're the one doing the cutting.'

Aderes tilted his head slightly, surprise once again coloring the bond. 'And you're amused by this?'

'No. Maybe. I don't want you to kill her, but… She's really making it hard to sympathize with her.' Having such little regard for someone, even if it was Umbridge, still bothered him. But if Aderes could keep his darkness under control, so could he. It wasn't like he was telling Aderes to go kill her, rather he was merely admitting that Aderes was capable of carrying out the deed and smart enough not to get caught.

'You aren't dark.'

'Sometimes I wonder….'

'Harry, you are nothing like Voldemort, but maybe in your stubbornness.'

'That's a good thing.'

Snickering Aderes kissed him. 'It is.' He squeezed Harry's hand. 'What you feel right now, it's merely anger at the way you've being treated.'

Harry gave a slight nod. He was pretty sure it was more than that, but he didn't have the time or energy to dwell on it right now. 'Okay, I need to go before I'm late and she gives me another detention.'

Once this was over with, he could enjoy his weekend. Maybe even get a chance to meet his new Quidditch teammates. If Angelina hasn't decided to kick me off. They shared another kiss, and Harry forced himself to step back and head for the Defense room. And maybe snog my boyfriend all weekend. Which at the moment seemed far more important and desirable than any Quidditch meeting. I really have lost my mind. Very few things were more important to him than Quidditch.

'Okay, I'm going in.'

He stopped in front of the door, surprised that the fear he'd felt the last few days wasn't creeping over him. Whatever happened, Aderes would be waiting for him at the steps afterwards and then he would get to spend the whole weekend snogging him because he'd already finished his homework. Smiling, he entered the room.

Umbridge was standing by her desk, her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. When she seemed satisfied that Harry was alone, she approached him. "I have no proof Potter, but mark my words, I will see to it that you are punished for every crime you have committed in the last week."

Great, just what he needed, two teachers out to ruin his life just because he existed. Well, whatever. Umbridge couldn't do anything worse than she already had. He sat down at one of the front desks, waiting to see what she would make him do this time.

She dropped the black quill in front of him, Harry's eyes widening. She smirked, no doubt relishing his reaction. "Tonight, we will do this properly, Mr. Potter. Now give me your wand."

What? "No." He trusted Snape more with his wand than he did Umbridge. Crabbe and Goyle would probably look after his wand better than she would. Umbridge would just snap it in two and claim she'd tripped.

"Your wand, now," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I'm not giving you my wand. You'll break it."

She let out one of her high-pitched girlish laughs. "Whatever do you mean?"

"You can send me to the headmaster's office, or to any other teacher in the school. I will hand my wand over to any other teacher in Hogwarts, but I am not giving it to you." Even Filch had never made him hand his wand over during a detention.

"You will give me your wand or—"

"Or what," he demanded, standing up. He could feel his blood beginning to boil. He wasn't budging on this. He didn't care if he had to spend the rest of his school year in detention, he would not give this crazy toad his wand.

She aimed her wand at Harry and opened her mouth. Harry grabbed his wand before she could utter a spell. She glared at him. "You're going to learn manners, Mr. Potter. If I tell you to hand over your wand, you do it!" She lurched towards him and he stepped back fast, Umbridge slamming into the desk he'd just vacated.

She's gone mad!

"GIVE ME THAT WAND!"

"NO!" He continued backing away, watching her every move, knowing he couldn't fight back, but he could dodge.

Another step back. Another.

"Diffindo!"

A large cut appeared on Harry's wand hand, a hiss escaping his lips. More cuts appeared on his arms, then traveled up his neck and face. None of them seemed particularly deep, but the shock that a teacher was actually attacking him made them feel that much worse.

A gust of wind filled the room, all the candles flickering until they completely went out. Harry took another step back, hoping he didn't back into a desk, Umbridge gasping in front of him. "I knew it! You can use nonverbal spells!" The room was dark and yet somehow seemed to be growing darker, a black fog pouring into the room. It grew thicker, blocking the windows and stopping any star or moonlight from the windows.

Aderes.

"LUMOS!" If light poured out of Umbridge's wand, Harry couldn't see it.

'Aderes.' He winced, the words hitting a mental wall.

"You want some light? I have plenty for you." The words had barely left Aderes's mouth when the room erupted into a giant hell blaze. Harry moved towards the door. The fire was like nothing he'd ever seen before, taking on the forms of different magical creatures before it held the form of a Dementor. The fire flew through the room, devouring everything in its path. Desks crumbled into piles of ashes, the walls shook, the floor began melting. The chalkboard exploded, pieces of it flying out in every direction. "I warned you."

Shaking, Umbridge lifted her wand, but there was no one to point it at. Somehow Aderes was managing this while remaining invisible.

He's going to kill her! Harry wasn't even sure where to shout before it dawned on him, he couldn't. If he Umbridge heard Aderes's name, his boyfriend would get in trouble. Attempted murder trouble if he kept this up.

"STOP!" He took a step towards Umbridge, fire erupting before him and forcing him back. He landed on his behind, somehow keeping his wand in his hand. The fire continued to eat at everything in the room, oddly enough, only sparing the kitten plates. He still has some control. Smoke began rising, Harry coughing. Climbing to his feet, he started towards the door again. I have to do something… but what? This wasn't a normal fire, and he wasn't stupid enough to think he could take Aderes down when he couldn't even see him. Dumbledore. It wasn't the best idea. Umbridge would be dead long before he even reached the nearest staircase, let alone made it to the headmaster's office, but what else could he do?

Harry started for the door, only the flames had already begun destroying it. He took a step back, wondering if this was it. I should have paid more attention to Trelawney's warning this morning. To think his idiot professor had literally meant a dark force was going to get him killed. Calm down. He could see Umbridge cowering in the far-left corner of the room as it disintegrated around her. To his right were the windows. I hate her, but I love Aderes. He ran towards the windows, dodging some of the flames that threatened him as he rushed by.

The flames shot up in front of the window hissed at him, forcing him back. Now what? He didn't think water would put these flames out. He moved back to the door and sat down on the floor; the fire surrounding him. "Aderes. You're going to kill both of us." He didn't raise his voice at the small chance that Umbridge might hear him and somehow, his voice remained steady. What did it matter anyway? If he didn't die now, he would soon enough.

CRACK!

Harry frowned, pulling his legs to his chest. All the light in the room vanished, the heat drifting out of the now open window. The sudden change in temperature had him shivering. Each candle in the room flared to life, revealing the damage that had ravaged the room and Umbridge. The witch huddled in the corner, a look of terror on her face. It looked like the edges of her robes were burnt, but nothing else.

Harry let out a huge sigh. Thank goodness. He stopped…

Another blast of wind filled the room, causing the temperature to drop even more. Harry tried to get to his feet and get out of the room, but his body wasn't listening.

"I warned you," Aderes said, his voice colder than the room.

Umbridge's scream filled the room.

(TBC)