AN: Gosh I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story, but with revision, exams and work I have had no free time really. I'm so sorry that the people who enjoy reading this have had so long to wait. It also takes me a while to do as I have to reread it and change it, as I wrote it years and years ago when I was 14. That's the reason why it is in first person whereas when I normally write in the past year or so I've made the stories third person as I prefer writing that way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Four Harry's Pov

That afternoon we had Defence Against the Dark Arts. We slid into seats at the back of the classroom and took our books out. I had already read the book and it was the most boring book I had ever read in my entire life. I had read it all though wondering whether we would be asked questions on it. She didn't seem to like me as I had seen her glaring at me during the feast, and I didn't want her to try and quiz me and make me seem big headed as if I didn't need to study for the class. I had assumed she wouldn't believe Voldemort was back either as she was living in Filch's coat pocket.

The rest of the class came in a few minutes before the toad herself did. Some people had taken their wands out hopefully but sighed when she told them to put them away. Professor Umbridge looked at me with intense disgust when she walked past.

" Good afternoon class."

There were a few muttered good afternoons and her eyes bulged obviously disliking the lack of response she had gotten from the class. She stood up straight and looked down on us and sneered.

" I said good afternoon class."

" Good afternoon Professor Umbridge." Everyone said.

" That's better."

She turned to the blackboard and began writing upon it with her short stubby wand. She wrote everything before turning to the class and sneering.

" Write them down."

Understanding the principles underlying the defensive magic.

Learning to recognise situations in which defensive magical can legally be used.

Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

Professor Umbridge grinned as everyone copied them down and I shared a look with Justin as we both noticed it had no mention of using spells in her classroom. Hermione had noticed too and not written anything down just staring straight at the toad with her hand up.

" Do you have a question dear?" She asked in a sickly sweet girly voice.

" It's about the course aims."

" What is it?"

" There's nothing to do with using spells."

" Using spells? Why would you need to use spells?"

" If we don't use spells how are we going to be prepared for what's out there?" I asked.

" Nothing is out there! Who would want to hurt children such as yourselves?"

" Oh I don't know what about Lord Voldemort."

A shudder ran through the room as I said it and her eyes bulged.

" He has not returned!"

I knew I had been right to think she wouldn't believe Voldemort had returned, she was clearly Fudge's lap dog.

" He has!"

" Your teaching in this subject has gone badly and I can understand why you may want to go on the practical course but they weren't Ministry approved!"

" We learnt things we needed!" I snapped.

" You were taught by Filthy Half breeds." She hissed.

" Professor Lupin was the best teacher we ever had!" Dean Thomas cried.

" A disgusting creature. The only decent teacher was Professor Quirrell."

" Yeah but there was the part where he oblivated students and had Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head."

" Now Mr Potter people like you make up lies all the time." She said.

" People like me?"

She looked down at the ring on my hand with a sneer.

" Attention seekers."

" Its true! He is back!"

" The lot of those people are attention seekers."

" What do you mean those people?" Hannah asked.

She sneered at me before returning to the front of the class.

" Read the first chapter basics for beginners." She said.

I put my hand up.

" Yes Mr Potter." She sighed.

" I've read it."

" Have you Miss Potter? Oooh silly me I meant Mr Potter."

Most of the class were staring at her in disbelief now. She had said Voldemort wasn't back and then called me a girl and had a go at sneered at my sexuality. How dare she! I was fuming.

" Yes I have."

" What does he say on jinxes?"

" He says they are improperly named and are actually curses but people have changed it to make them sound better."

" I disagree with him." Hermione said.

" Excuse me?"

" Wilbert Slinkhard doesn't like jinxes."

" 10 points from Gryffindor both of you."

" What for I got it right?"

" Don't interrupt me Potter!"

" But..."

" Be quiet!"

" Mr Slinkhard hates them." Hermione said.

" We need to learn or Voldemort will kill us all." I said.

" Mr Potter here get out of my classroom and go to Professor McGonagall." She said handing me a note.

I knocked my seat over on the way out in a rage. She flicked her wand and it flew back up and I slammed the classroom door and leant against the wall for a moment trying to control my rage.

" Why its Potty Wee Potter."

" Bugger off Peeves."

" Oooh crackpots feeling cranky. What is it this time, my fine Potty friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in tongues?"

" Leave me alone Peeves."

" Oh, most think he's barking, the potty wee lad,

But some are more kindly and think he's sad,

But Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad-"

" Peeves leave me alone and on the first Hogsmeade visit I will buy you some water balloons and some dungbombs."

" Deal Potty my friend."

" Thanks Peeves."

" When's the first weekend?"

" Halloween."

" See you then my friend." He said flying away.

I sighed before making my way back along the corridor and knocking on Professor McGonagall's door maybe a little loud.

" Potter why aren't you in class?"

" I've been sent to you."

" Sent?"

" By Professor Umbridge."

" Come in." She said sighing.

I followed her into her office and sat down in the seat she indicated was for me to sit in. She read over the note I passed her and sighed rubbing her nose. She stood up and paced a little before sitting back down.

" Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?"

" Yes."

" You called her a liar?"

" Not in those words but yes."

" You told You-Know-Who was back?"

" Yes."

" Have a biscuit Potter."

" Have what?"

" A biscuit."

" Thanks."

I took one.

" Potter what did she say to get you so riled up?"

" She insulted my sexuality, called me a girl and then called me a liar."

" She did?"

" Yes."

" Potter I can understand why you got angry. Anyone would have but I need you to control your temper around her."

" Yes Professor."

" She is doing it so she can get a reaction out of you. She understands that it will and because she has the Ministers consent she can't be told off."

" Yes Professor."

" She doesn't answer to the Headmaster like us."

" I understand."

" Right lessons are nearly over go to dinner."

" Yes Professor."

" Potter?"

" Yes."

" Have another biscuit."

" Thanks." I said taking one before leaving.

I walked into the hall and sat down with my head in my hands at the Gryffindor table. I heard the others start arriving and didn't bother looking up. I felt someone slide down beside me and take my hand.

" Hey George."

" Hey Harry."

" You heard?"

" Yeah."

" Thought so."

" HARRY POTTER!"

Angelina stormed over to me and I sunk down slightly in my seat. She looked furious and if smoke started pouring from her ears I wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest. George patted me on the back slightly.

" DETENTION ON THE NIGHT OF THE QUIDDITCH TRY-OUTS?"

" Miss Johnson that is a week of detention for you too starting in my office tonight with Mr Potter." Umbridge said.

I shrunk down in my seat as Angelina glared at me.

" Fine."

" Good five o'clock."

I looked at my watch and saw that it was half four and I shoved a sandwhich on my plate and quickly ate it before leaving to drop my bag off in the dormitories. I then made my way to Umbridges office and knocked on the door.

" Mr Potter come in."

I sat down on the chair and she passed me a quill and some parchment. There was another knock and Angelina walked in. She handed Angelina a quill, ink and parchment.

" Miss Potter. Sorry Mr Potter slip of the tongue I want you to write I must not tell lies. Miss Johnson I want you to write I shouldn't shout."

" Professor you never gave me ink."

" You won't need it Potter."

I began writing and gasped when I felt the words being carved into my left hand. Angelina looked up but looked down again when Umbridge glared her. Umbridge then turned to me and smiled a sickingly sweet smile.

" Anything wrong Potter?"

" No Professor."

" I didn't think so."

I carried on writing and each time the words were carved into my left hand until it stopped healing and blood ran down my hand. It dripped onto the parchment. At eleven she turned to me and looked at my hand.

" Tomorrow both of you."

We walked out and Angelina turned to face me with a serious face. She looked down at my hand and saw it before I managed to hide it behind my back.

" Harry that's a blood quill. They're illegal."

" It doesn't matter."

" Are you going to tell George? Or McGonagall?"

" She has the Ministers permission and no George will just get mad."

" Are you sure?"

" I'm sure don't tell him."

" All right..." She said reluctantly.

" Thanks."

We got into the common room and I got my bag from where I had left it and sat down and began doing my homework. Angelina joined me doing hers. At one she went up to bed and I went up at half three totally exhausted. I slipped in beside George and he curled up around me.

I sighed before falling asleep. I woke up at half six as George began stirring and completely exhausted and walked into the bathroom and wrapped my hand up. I got my bag ready for the day and walked into the hall and sat down at the Hufflepuff table.

" Blimey Harry you look tired." Hannah commented.

" Didn't get much sleep is all."

" Make sure you get more sleep tonight then hun." Susan said.

" I'll try." I said trying to smile mid-yawn.

After breakfast we headed for charms. I flumped into a seat at the back tiredly. I didn't even notice who was next to me. There was a knock on the door halfway through the lesson and Lucy walked in.

" Harry?"

" Hmmm."

" You need to come now."

" All right sorry Professor."

" No problem Mr Potter catch up from Miss Granger."

We walked down the corridor and Lucy was scowling instead of smiling. We walked into Madam Pomfrey's office and she turned to look at me angrily and I flinched back slightly.

" Potter."

" Lucy?" I asked hesitantly.

" You are lying about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

" No I'm not."

" You are and soon everyone will realise it."

" That's not true."

" It is."

" No."

" Even George will soon."

I paled.

" Hit a nerve? George will realise it and hate you."

" No you're lying."

" I don't lie."

" But..."

" Your uncle was right you a freak." She said.

I stopped replying shocked. Lucy wouldn't say it if it wasn't true would she? Maybe I was. I sat back and listened as she continued for another two hours before she said the next meeting was on Saturday but George or no one else was allowed to come to another meeting ever. I found myself nodding.

I went to herbology and walked in and passed a note to Professor Sprout and worked at a table with Hermione not even realising what I was doing and three times she had to stop me from doing the wrong thing. My mind was elsewhere though and I didn't notice.

" You okay Harry?"

" I'm fine."

" If you say so."

At lunch Hermione rushed off and I went to the library and read until the bell and I slipped in to Transfiguration. I sat down next to Justin and half listened to what McGonagall was saying and did the spell easily before getting lost in my thoughts again.

After all lessons had finished I slipped into the library for a while before making my way to Umbridge's office. She assigned the same as last night and I did as she was told and a few times Angelina was caught watching me worriedly. But nothing really happened. After detention I went and did my homework and managed to get to bed for three.