I scowled as I stalked through the castle to the toads office. I smirked at why I had detention with the bitch in the first place. A 7th year gryffindork tried to hex me in the toilets because I was in a good mood and picked on her. Her friends were there also, so, naturally, I picked on them as well. The bitches all tried to hex me at once. Of course, my parents being the dark lord and bellatrix lestrange - rodolphus being killed in the first war, before I was born -, I dodged all the stunning spells easily. I hit the girl in front of me with the cruciatus curse while her friends were hit with the opposite girl's stunning spell. I grinned sadistically.
When I got my wand, I was using the curse on wormtail when I wanted to, and started using the killing curse on mice a week later.
I was at Umbridge's door now. I knocked and opened the door. It banged against the wall, leaving a dent in the ugly pink paint and knocking down one of the atrocious plates. Toad-face scowled, repairing the plate and putting it back in place. She gestured to a chair. She was still scowling at my uniform or lack thereof. I am wearing a black crop top like shirt that ended just below my rib cage, a pair of tiny ripped black denim shorts, a black leather jacket that also ended just below my rib cage, a pair of black knee high lace up combat boots, and black fingerless gloves that went to about half way up my lower arm. My long wavy dark brown hair was left out. Like that, it hung about my waist. I looked hot, if I do say so myself. I sat down in the chair. Toad-face stood in front of me, smiling such a sickly sweet smile it made me want to hurl.
"Do you know anything about the escape of 10 high security prisoners in azkaban?" she asked.
Of course I do. My mother was one of them. That and I was there. It was my first fight, and my first human kills. I played with the guards I was fighting a bit, then finished them off. I came out without a scratch. My parents were so proud.
I pretended to think about an answer for her.
"Hmmm…" I tapped my chin.
"Maybe." I answered. Toad-face was furious, but she looked constipated. I snorted.
"What do you know?" toady demanded.
Yea… I only take orders from my parents.
"Hmmm… depends. I know 1+1=2?" I said. I was pissing her off.
"Will you give me an actual answer?" she snarled, fury radiating off her.
"Hmmm… probably not." was my smartass reply. She hissed. The sound was more of a gurgle. Like someone sat on a fat toad.
How ironic.
"What fudge doesn't know won't kill him…" she murmured, pacing the disturbingly pink room.
Ugh.
"Yes… a little bit of encouragement, that's it…" she sounded crazy. I was sort of scared now. My wand was in my back pocket. She aimed her want at me, and my hand whipped to my back pocket. She was quicker. Mumbling a spell, ropes flew out of the wand. My arms were bound to my sides, and my feet bound together. She still had her wand pointed at me. I watched it cautiously as some sparks flew out of it.
"Do. you. Know. anything. About. The. azkaban. Breakout." she asked slowly. I didn't say anything, too busy keeping an eye on the wand. I shot a death glare at her, but quickly returned my gaze to the wand as it twitched, more sparks flying out.
"Tell. me. What. you. Know." she snarled. I didn't answer, yet again.
"Fine. Have it your way." she pointed her wand at my chest and I paled slightly.
"Crucio!" she said, and I screamed in pain. She kept the curse on for a minute. No one heard my screams because she silenced and warded the room. This went on, but I still said nothing. It hurt so much. Like millions of white hot daggers tearing through my body which contorted oddly. At the end of three hours of me saying nothing to answer her questions, she let me go. It was 11:00 o'clock. I was deathly pale, covered in sweat, and shaking as I stumbled down to the dungeons where the slytherin common room was. I was still panting, clutching my stomach, and barely conscious when I got to the portrait of salazar slytherin. Tears were still streaming down my face and it was using up a lot of energy just to breathe. Everywhere hurt. Salazar looked sick. So did I.