A/N: No, I'm not prepared to start a long story – until I have worked on and completed a few of the other ones I have going. These are just plot bunnies that I'd like to see – but possible could be written by someone.

This is another Tonks Bunny: Harry is a little bit smarter than the fifth-year emo found in canon. Honestly, her part is so small it's silly. But she does show up.

Tonks Bunny: Fifth Year

He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harry's right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel - yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth.

Harry looked round at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile.

'Yes?'

'Nothing,' said Harry quietly.

He looked back at the parchment, placed the quill on it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, and felt the searing pain on the back of his hand for a second time; once again, the words had been cut into his skin; once again, they healed over seconds later.

…

'At least it's only lines,' said Hermione consolingly, as Harry sank back on to his bench and looked down at his steak and kidney pie, which he no longer fancied very much. 'It's not as it it's a dreadful punishment, really . . .'

Harry opened his mouth, closed it again and nodded. He was not really sure why he was not telling Ron and Hermione exactly what was happening in Umbridge's room: he only knew that he did not want to see their looks of horror; that would make the whole thing seem worse and therefore more difficult to face. He also felt dimly that this was between himself and Umbridge, a private battle of wills, and he was not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing that he had complained about it.

Harry abruptly brought himself up shortly in what he was thinking. Why did he have to suffer silently? Was there some moral victory to be brought by just suffering the pain of the blood quill? Was it even legal?

Harry was getting quite tired of just grinning and bearing it. Finally he interrupted Ron, who was starting to moan about homework.

"I don't know about that, Hermione. She's making me write lines in my own blood."

Hermione looked at Harry in horror. "What?" Ron's eyes had also gone wide.

"There's this weird quill. She makes me write 'I will not tell lies' over and over but instead of using ink, the quill scratches it in my hand." He showed her the back of his hand.

Hermione looked at the scratches Harry was talking about and said, "You have to tell someone!"

Bitterly, Harry replied, "Who? Just who will listen to me? I don't even know if there's anything wrong with it."

Ron interjected. "You wouldn't know. You didn't grow up in the Wizarding world. That's a blood quill. Their used in Gringotts to sign contracts. Bill told us about those one time – they used to make unbreakable contracts. I've never heard of them being used anywhere else."

Harry looked over at Ron. "You think it's even legal for her to make me use them?"

Ron shrugged. Hermione also looked hesitant – she didn't know either.

"So, who should I tell?"

Ron hesitantly said, "Well, I could ask my dad …."

Harry violently shook his head. "If he talks about it where one of Fudge's toadies might make hear him talk about it. OR what if he tells your mum? Could you imagine what she'd do?"

Ron and Hermione both shuddered. Mrs. Weasley didn't know the meaning of the words "tact" or "circumspect" – it would be disaster.

Hermione volunteered, "Maybe you can tell the Headmaster?"

Harry shook his head again. "First, he's been losing influence at the Ministry too. And he's been avoiding me."

Hermione protested, "I'm certain he hasn't been avoiding you!"

Harry gave Hermione a withering look. "He hasn't said one word directly to me since the end of last year. He hasn't looked me in the eyes once. How isn't that avoiding me?"

Hermione helplessly shrugged.

Harry looked over to Ron. "Can we write to Bill? Would he know?"

Ron considered that. "Yeah. That might work."

Bill Weasley sat within his current office at Gringotts Bank, reading the letter his youngest brother had sent. He was horrified to read the description of what Harry was going through. He even showed it to his "friend" Fluer – he was working toward that being more.

Fleur cursed in French when she read the description. "No! Zat cannot be right!" She made a few more curses in French.

Suddenly the door opened and the goblin in charge of their section came in. "What is all of this racket? I know you humans have to have meal times but you're disturbing the nearby offices."

Bill nodded at Slipknife. "We're sorry. My brother wrote me a letter which contains something objectionable. He thought my experience with Gringotts would help him."

Slipknife was curious. He didn't care about the humans – but if it involved Gringotts expertise …. "What was objectionable?"

Bill sighed. "A professor installed by the Ministry of Magic," Slipknife sneered at that – they didn't respect the Ministry at all, "is punishing another student by making him write lines using a contract quill."

Slipknife stilled for a moment and then held out his hand. "The letter, please." He wasn't asking and Bill knew it. Bill handed the letter over without hesitation.

Slipknife quickly perused the letter. He looked at Bill. "Tell your young clan-member that you are investigating the legalities of it. I am taking this matter to the legal department for review. Tell no one that we are reviewing this."

"Of course, Accountant Slipknife. If there's anything you need me to do, just tell me." Bill didn't make the mistake of using human honorifics. To a goblin, their name and title was honor enough.

Fleur nodded in support of Bill's agreement.

Dirk Cresswell and Amelia Bones made their way into Gringotts to answer an urgent request from Gringotts' Legal Department. Cresswell was part of the Goblins Liason Office and Madam Bones was the DMLE Director. Both were involved.

The two were quickly brought to Solicitor Bloodnose.

"We have received a report that a Ministry appointee is possibly violating the Treaty of 1798." The Treaty of 1798 was the treaty which defined what fell within the purview of Gringotts and what fell within the purview of the Ministry of Magic.

Dirk Cresswell was taken aback. "What was the possible violation brought to your attention?"

Solicitor Bloodnose took out the letter received and the step-by-step progression as to how it came to light.

"Gringotts demands that this be investigated and, if verified, the witch prosecuted. We already have issues due to the Bagman problem. It would be inconvenient if we had to have the Treaty of 1798 held in abeyance due to the actions of one your number."

Madam Bones was meeting with Minerva McGonagall in the Three Broomsticks. "I've got the goblins up in arms and I need your help."

Professor McGonagall was curious. "What help could you possible need from me?"

Amelia looked at the Professor to gauge her reaction. "We have reports that one of the Professors is punishing students using a blood quill."

Professor McGonagall's face too on a pasty-white hue. "I hace no idea what you are talking about!" And Madam Bones took that as the truth.

She nodded and then looked at her notes. "Is it true that a Mr. Harry Potter has been receiving detentions from Dolores Umbridge?"

"Yes." The Deputy Headmistress was sounding quite uncertain. "She had assigned him detentions every night for almost two weeks."

"Did he come to you regarding these detentions?"

Minerva's face became even paler. "He tried to a week ago … I told him to keep his head down and not provoke her. She has too much power to be controlled at Hogwarts."

Amelia looked sharply at Minerva. "Damnit, Minerva! How could you allow it?"

Minerva McGonagall sighed. "We have been under attack since the end of last year from the Ministry. The Minister chooses to disbelieve Mr. Potter and Albus – we had no choice in taking Umbridge as a professor. We were told we had no options."

After another thirty minutes it was decided how the investigation would move forward.

The Deputy Headmistress sent a note using a first year to Harry Potter. She turned to Dolores, who was sitting nearby at the meal. "I will need to speak to Mr. Potter after the meal which means he will bot be available for detentions for approximately thirty minutes."

Madam Umbridge gave the Deputy Headmistress a malicious look. "I find that unacceptable! What do you need to speak to Potter about?"

Minerva gave the woman her most withering look. "Mr. Potter is a member of my house: Gryffindor. I am its head. The business of my House does not fall within your authority."

Dolores fumed. She knew exactly who she would be targeting as soon as the new decree giving her increased authority came. "Fine. Tell him that he will need to do an additional hour of detention to make up for it!" She threw here napkin down and stormed out of the Great Hall.

McGonagall watched her go with a sour look on her face.

Professor Umbridge fumed silently. Finally, at 7:30, a knock was heard. She called, "Come in!"

In walked the attention-seeking troublemaker. "Mr. Potter! Seeing as how our time was interrupted, I hope you were informed that I will require an additional hour of lines."

"Yes, Professor."

She sat him down and handed him the quill. "Remember, 'I must not tell lies.' We will make the lesson sink in." She gave him a vicious smirk.

The halfblood started but paused after a moment. "How many times will I have to write it?"

Professor Umbridge took on her most vicious look. "You will continue to write lines until I feel the lesson has been learned. You will learn not to question authority! If you stop again, it will be another eight hours! Begin now!"

The boy sighed and then replied, "I'm afraid I can't do that." The boy stood and pulled out a wand. Suddenly, the boy's face changed and Harry Potter was no longer in front of her. Instead it was the Auror which she often tried to get sacked because she was a half-blood.

"Upon the Authority of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I am hereby placing you under arrest for violation of the Gringotts-Ministry treaty of 1798 and the improper use of a Class-L Blood-magic device. Drop your wand on the table and move back from the desk."

Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic and Hogwarts' assigned Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had to be stunned and restrained before the incident was completed.