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Chapter 2 – It Begins

He survived Grimmauld Place and spent his time finalizing his plans. The train ride to Hogwarts was even worse than usual with not only Ron and Hermione lording it over all that they were Prefects but also Malfoy who back to school taunt brought the obvious to Harry's attention (like he didn't already know) that Ron was a Prefect and Harry wasn't.

The only good thing that happened on the train ride was that Harry had "officially" gotten to meet Luna Lovegood. They had known each other since Luna's first year when she brought Ginny's strange behavior to Harry's attention but also warned him that "certain forces had their usual plans in place so Harry could do nothing before it was deemed the "right time." So they had been secret friends along with Neville and Su Li a Ravenclaw in their year.

There are always unforeseeable variables but when Harry saw the odious toad woman sitting at the Head Table, he knew that she was a Ministry plant and just had to be the new Defense teacher. He also knew that she would be targeting him worse than Snape or even Quirrell ever did. And he was right, as usual.

After his first detention with the miserable creature he angrily went back to the common room where Hermione was waiting up for him. He didn't think about it until later but although it was after curfew, it was still early yet the room was empty except for Hermione. Where were all of the upper years who stayed downstairs until midnight most days?

Although it was usual for her to wait up for him, Ron was usually with her yet he was "sleeping" and it seemed almost like a set up. Naturally she started grilling him which would lead to a chastisement until she noticed his hand. He explained the situation and she went up to her room and came down with murtlap to treat his hand. Why did she just happen to have murtlap in her room as it wasn't one of the potion ingredients they were responsible for buying themselves?

She treated his hand and, as usual, advised him to tell a teacher. Not that it did any good – ever – but this time he agreed with her, much to her shock. "Let's go see McGonagall right now," he said. "You are a Prefect and I am a student with 'an injury' and it is your duty to call this to her attention."

He waited for her reply and for once in her life she hesitated giving an answer. Finally she said it was much too late to bother Professor McGonagall as his injury wasn't life threatening and since she had treated it they didn't have to go to the Infirmary. Harry knew something was off, more than usual at least, so he went along with it mainly because she wasn't going to do it and nothing he could say or do would change her mind.

He went to McGonagall as soon as possible the next day. If fact, he had gotten up extra early and went to her quarters to catch her before she couldn't be warned that he was looking for her. He certainly couldn't talk to her in the Great Hall at breakfast with Umbridge present.

McGonagall had opened her door to find out that it was Harry Potter doing the excessive knocking. Since it "wasn't an emergency" and she was still in her nightclothes and bathrobe she told him to see her later and considered him "dismissed" but he pushed past her and entered her room.

"What makes you think this isn't an emergency?" he asked as he walked in.

She hesitated for a moment before recovering and said, "Because if it was a true emergency you would be accompanied by a Prefect and since you are not then…"

"Well I consider it an emergency," he snapped.

He quickly told her about the detention and showed his hand. He then waited for her reply knowing that she was going to downplay anything he was saying. She did. She told him to keep his head down and guided him to the door and out of her quarters.

Well that was the last straw. The reign of terror would begin and begin that very day.

McGonagall noticed that Harry Potter wasn't at breakfast. He didn't show up for his first class of the day. However, he made it to his second class and then lunch. According to Hermione Granger, he had gone to the Infirmary to show his injury to Pomfrey and get treatment. Poppy reported it to her colleague and, as per Albus' orders, told the boy there was nothing she could do for him other than to administer the essence of murtlap like Hermione had done.

Minerva sighed. Poppy, as always, was furious that she wasn't allowed to do anything for the boy, but Albus had Poppy under an oath which severely limited not only the treatment she could give the boy but forbade her from doing her duty to report to a higher authority his true state of health. While Minerva felt bad for Harry there was nothing that any of them could do to help Harry Potter because what Dumbledore ordered was to be obeyed without question.

Poor Harry would just have to suffer and hopefully for once really would keep his head down and stay out of trouble. She sighed again because she knew that he wouldn't be able to as that was another one of Albus' orders. Harry Potter would be challenged and "tested" beyond the normal range of things and beyond the endurance of any normal person, especially a teenage boy. All Albus ever said was that it was needed and had to be done for the "Greater Good" and he would hear no objection to his orders.

She also knew that Umbridge had given Potter more unfair detentions as she had bragged about it in front of all of the teachers and the Headmaster himself. Albus had ordered them all not to antagonize Umbridge as they would soon find themselves unemployed and perhaps even serving time in a Ministry jail cell or worst.

Harry Potter did not show up for breakfast the next day and according to a very upset Granger, he had not slept in his bed last night or had even returned to the Tower after his detention. He didn't show up for lunch or any of his classes. By the evening meal he was still missing and Umbridge had noticed. Now he was in real trouble as Umbridge declared a very thorough search was to begin to find the Boy-Who-Lied and was now the Boy-Who-Was-Hiding "no doubt due to no one believing his outrageous lies" she had smirked.

The next morning the headlines of the Daily Prophet screamed out

"KARMA PUNISHES BOY-WHO-LIED"

Umbridge smiled an even worse evil, sickening smile as she happily explained to the Head Table, and did it loud enough for a good part of the hall to hear, that "something" had happened to Potter. "It was rare and declared by St. Mungo's to be a form of poetic justice," she had smirked.

Long story short, after his second detention with Umbridge, his hand had started hurting badly and just as he was nearing Gryffindor Tower he was overcome by a dreadful pain and his hand started leaking pus. Somehow he had gotten to St. Mungo's where he received treatment and before he passed out from pain and trauma he had asked for Amelia Bones, the Head of the DMLE to be called.

She came, he told his story and she swore to help Potter and went off to report it to Cornelius Fudge. Fudge, being Fudge, denied it was "dear Delores' fault" and declared that Potter had done it to himself. Potter swore on his life and magic that he didn't but he was not believed. However, sensing some "good" publicity for the Ministry and his anti-Potter campaign, Fudge gave an exclusive interview to the Prophet telling the "truth" of the circumstances.

Bones and the Healers at St. Mungo's had been furious beyond belief at the "explanation" as not only was it a medical impossibility even in the Magical World, it was ridiculous, totally untrue and had it happened in ANY OTHER COUNTRY OTHER THAN MAGICAL BRITAIN the government would have fallen due to the slanderous lawsuits which would have been filed against it.

However, since this was Britain's Magical government, not only was Fudge and Umbridge going to get away with it, they would use it to further slander and hurt Potter. The "real truth" was that Harry had had a serious allergic reaction to the blood quill. It had poisoned his system and had he not gotten himself to St. Mungo's when he did, he would have died especially if he had another detention.

The Ministry declared that a spell had been used on the boy to see if he had been doing a lot of lying lately. Since he had been guilty of outlandish lies the spell "punished him" by causing him to nearly lose his miserable, lying, worthless, trouble-making life.

It was a despicable miscarriage of justice even for the Fudge Administration but it was the official Ministry position and had been published in the Daily Prophet so therefore it just further proved that Harry Potter was a liar and much worse as to quote Cornelius Fudge "Mere words cannot express what a disgraceful, disgusting, despicable, repugnant excuse for a wizard that Harry Potter is. No doubt it is something he inherited from his Mother, a Muggleborn witch" he boasted.

It looked like Harry Potter had once again been defeated by "his betters" as Draco Malfoy taunted when Harry was released from St. Mungo's. However, that was exactly what Harry wanted everyone to think. In reality he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

His right hand and arm were seriously compromised and due to his reaction and the treatment given to him, for the moment his arm was completely paralyzed. He couldn't write, needed help to eat and dress and, mostly importantly, he couldn't fly his broom so he couldn't play Quidditch. Everybody thought this would break Potter's heart and spirit. It really didn't but people thought it would and that was what counted.

Also as a "punishment" for saving his own life by going to St. Mungo's without permission (not that it would have been given) and since he could now no longer do the special lines in detention, "Professor" Umbridge had to give him a new penance that would really teach him the proper lessons he so badly needed to learn his place and his worthlessness. She confiscated his wand.

At Hogwarts you only really needed to use your wand for Transfiguration, Charms and Defense. Since Umbridge was "teaching" Defense you didn't need a wand for that subject. Since you were not allowed to use your wand in the corridors as doing magic was forbidden, well "Potter could survive without it."

He "could" if he wasn't going to be hexed and cursed by every Slytherin and/or enemy in the school, which, naturally, was what would be happening to him on a regular basis, especially when it was made sure that Weasley and/or Granger were not shadowing him at all times like they always had. It was simple for him to be held back in class for a "chat" while the other Gryffindors hurried to their next class, and – surprise, surprise – Hermione and Ron didn't wait for him like they usually did when he was held back by a teacher. Wonder why? Then a few well aimed curses and hexes were anonymously cast on him.

Therefore Harry Potter couldn't be blamed for what would be happening next.

First it would be Ron's turn. It had not escaped Harry's attention that Ron left most of the little protection given to the wandless Harry in Hermione's hands. Harry could see the small smiles on Ron's face when an injured and bruised Harry finally made it to his next class or to meals. Then Ron would express some fake sympathy for Harry's plight, curse Slytherins and Umbridge and go back to whatever it was he was doing.

Usually he was eating when he commented on Harry's problems and then he wouldn't let up even when others told him to. No Ron was enjoying it all way too much at least until he started dying.

Ron woke up one morning feeling a bit of pain in his body but decided it was nothing more than hunger pains. He hurried off to breakfast with Harry and Hermione and he had barely flopped in his seat before shoveling massive amounts of food onto his plate then into his mouth, talking all the while and grossing everyone out as usual.

But today it didn't last long as after gobbling down his first plate of eggs, bacon, sausages, toast and a blueberry muffin, Ron felt a lot of pain. He winced, then ignored it and refilled his plate while "entertaining" the table with his musings on the chances of various Quidditch teams. He was half way through that plate when he doubled over in great pain.

He was taken to the Infirmary where a shocked Madam Pomfrey informed Minerva McGonagall that Ron Weasley HAD TO GO to St. Mungo's or he would die. There was no time to ask (or rather beg) permission from Dumbledore and/or Umbridge.

"To put this as simply as I can, his stomach is missing and the food he ate is poisoning his insides," she told her colleague.

Somehow Ron Weasley's stomach was completely gone and the area around it was magically cauterized to prevent any treatment to correct it, not that there was anything that could be done. Whereas bones could be regrown and certain organs repaired, there had to be something of that organ left to regrow. There was nothing and since the area around it had been magically cauterized, it was impossible to do or try anything with any chance of success.

To say that Molly Weasley was upset would be an understatement. When she and Arthur were summoned to the hospital and given the news she refused to believe it and demanded that Dumbledore be sent for to "do something" since the healers were apparently useless quacks and charlatans. To humor her he came, looked the boy over, conferred with the healers and then forced by the Head Healer to knock some sense into the witch and tell her the truth.

Molly refused to believe Dumbledore. Instead she went to the Head Healer and threatened to sue him and the hospital and that Dumbledore would see them all arrested. Then, just to be thorough and make certain they believe her, she started using bodily harm on any healer she could find. She ended up heavily sedated and locked in a special ward until she calmed down. After all, she would have to watch her son die a slow, painful, unavoidable death now wouldn't she.

And she did, but at least it was quick. Usually a person in reasonable health can last several weeks without eating, but Ron's body – not to mention his mind – went into shock. Potions couldn't be spelled into his stomach and although spells were used to repair the damage to his insides where the food had ended up, he couldn't drink water. All that was keeping him alive for the three extremely painful, angst-filled and frightening days were the spells, charms and his fear of death.

Ron couldn't believe he was actually dying as he was young and had so much to live for and to do. He hadn't even snogged a girl (or at least a willing one) let alone shagged one. He refused to believe it until it was too late and death was literally staring him in the face. He then requested that one of the medi-witches fuck him so he wouldn't die a virgin but ended up cursed for his request. His condition was too far gone for him to accomplish it even if he found someone stupid or "merciful" enough to do it.

So he died and Molly screamed, wailed, ranted, raved and acted like she was the only mother who had ever lost a child. She vowed that whoever did this to her sainted son would pay and pay horribly! But she would not ever get her revenge as this was really karma and it had only just begun.