Katrina slowly regained consciousness, her head was pounding and her body felt like she'd been beaten to a pulp. It took her a minute to recall what had happened and she hesitantly opened her eyes.

Without moving, she knew she was on the bed in 'her room' in the cottage. She could see Voldemort seated at the small table, facing her. She closed her eyes again, willing back a wave of nausea. Opening her eyes again, she saw he had risen and moved to stand beside the bed. "I will return with your dinner," he said, sweeping from the room.

Katrina closed her eyes again and let sleep take her back under.

-- --

Maggie watched Harry and his friends as they reviewed a complicated potion. That wicked Umbridge woman had entered the classroom halfway through the lesson. She could see her father's frustration in his body language.

At one point towards the end of the lesson, she had seen Draco Malfoy walk by Harry's cauldron and although the blond boy blocked her view, she could only assume he'd tampered with the cauldron because a moment later, Harry's cauldron was spewing a vile green smoke.

Maggie watched as both Umbridge and her father descended upon Harry. Her father banished the contents of the cauldron and the smoke as he spoke, "Mr. Potter! Can't you even get a simple review potion correct?"

"I-" Harry began but he was cut off by Umbridge.

"Deten-" Umbridge began only to have Snape speak over her.

"I'm afraid, Professor Umbridge, that Mister Potter has detention with me every night up until the end of school. Is that not correct, Mister Potter?"

Maggie watched Harry begin to argue before his glance went between his two professors and he nodded. He'd evidently been deciding upon the lesser of two evils. "Yes, Professor Umbridge, I'm sorry, but as Professor Snape said, I have detention with him."

Umbridge scowled and stalked off, leaving the classroom entirely.

"Mister Potter, you will remain after class. The rest of you are to decant a sample of your potion and deliver it to my desk," Snape announced, stalking back to the front of the class.

Maggie watched the rest of the students leave the class. Harry sat sullenly in his seat, waiting for everyone to leave. His friends said something to him but she couldn't hear what. He silently waved them off.

"Mister Potter," Snape called, waving his wand at the door so that it closed.

Harry rose and slowly approached the desk, settling into the chair in front of it when Snape gestured at it. It was obvious to Maggie that Harry was angry.

Her father shuffled some papers on his desk before speaking, "Mister Potter… I hadn't intended to give you detention but I believe you would prefer to spend an hour in here studying for your exams instead of writing lines for that woman."

"I… Thank you, Professor," Harry said sincerely, his anger turning into surprise.

Snape glanced up at Harry and then focused on one of the boy's hands, "Your hand, Potter. Did she do that?"

Harry fidgeted with his hands and Maggie couldn't see what her father was referring to. "Yes, sir," Harry said quietly, ducking his head.

"Foolish boy. I assume you didn't tell anyone about it."

"No, sir."

"You've been using a glamour charm to cover it, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

Maggie's father stood and went to a side cabinet. He removed a small jar and brought it over to Harry. "Apply this twice a day and avoid the glamour charm. It should remove the scar in about a week." He handed the jar to Harry who slipped it into his robes. "Now go, Mister Potter, or you will miss dinner. I expect to see you at 7 for your detention."

Harry quickly rose and began making his way from the room before he stopped and turned, "Thank you again, Professor."

Snape simply gave him a small nod.

Maggie turned her attention to the notes she'd taken during her father's lesson as he entered the office. She glanced up at him and smiled, "It was nice of you to do that for Harry."

"I do think I'm growing soft," he huffed.