It all started, I suppose, with my first detention with Umbridge...
" Hello Mr. Potter, today you'll be writing lines." Was the first thing out of the toadlike woman's mouth when Harry opened the door to her office.
" What will I be writing?"
" I must not tell lies, you'll write it until I say you may stop." Harry's only reply was to sit at the conveniently placed desk, and pull out paper, quill, and ink before he placed the quill and ink down, however, the toad cleared her throat, " Hem, hem. You won't be needing those Mr. Potter. You'll be using a very, special, quill. It should help the message, sink in, shall we say." All this was said with a slightly malicious undertone.
"Yes Professor Umbridge" Harry said as he replaced his things and retrieved the quill.
Begining the first line Harry hissed as he felt something cut into the back of his hand. When he looked he saw that the ink on the page was bright red and there was a fading sentence on the back of his hand. "Is there something wrong Mr. Potter?" The toad asked with sadistic delight clear in her voice. "No Professor, nothings wrong, nothing at all." This was said with a grim smile that sent shivers down the woman's spine. "W-w-well then, continue your lines!"
"Yes Professor."
~some 400 lines later~
The toad woman broke the silence of the office. "You may go now Mr. Potter. You will be back tomorrow night to continue your detention." "Of course Professor, I wouldn't miss it for the world" was the reply, heavy with sarcasm as it was. The toad, of course, completely missed said sarcasm, and only smiled in in satisfaction at the perceived submission. "Run along now, you really should be heading to bed"
"Yes Professor."
As soon as the door had closed behind him Harry sagged against the wall. Taking a look at his hand Harry gave a shaky sigh. "That's going to leave a scar." and indeed it was. After the 50th line it stopped healing over as quickly. By the 100th line it wasn't healing at all.
Considering he had done almost 500 lines, it was bloody mess. By the end of the detention Harry had been becoming light headed from the amount of blood he had lost. While he was contemplating whether or not he should go back to the dorms or to the hospital wing, a green glow began to fill the corridor. When Harry looked up to investigate the source, he saw a portal floating in the air.
"Huh, that's something I haven't seen before." Was the rather nonplussed reaction. When he went to take step around it, the blood loss caused him to stumble right into the damn thing. The only thought going through his head at this was a rather emphatic "Oh shit" before he disapeared from the wizarding world.
