Things don't go his way. This Harry knew, from the age one years old, the universe seemed to find its way to screw him up, one way or another. However, this day seemed to find its way high up in the list.

Dolores Umbridge's office was so odd, Harry found it unnatural- which was saying a lot, considering he already lived where things were already out of the norm. Harry was sure that wherever he looked, the color pink was flashed through his eyes. Not to mention the scads of cat portraits.

"Ahhh "Umbridge said with a false smile

"Er..."Said Harry without moving "Professor Umbridge? Er... before e start, I-I wanted to ask you... a favor"

Her bulging eyes narrowed

"Oh yes?"

"Well I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new keeper at five-oclock on friday and I was-was wondering whether I could skip detention that night and do it another night...instead..."

He knew long before he reached the end of his sentence that it was no good .

"Oh no" said Umbridge, smiling so widely she looked like a cheshire cat.

"Oh, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr. Potter and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to the guilties needs" she said.

Harry's blood boiled. He walked infront of the desk and sat down his bag landing on the floor

"There." she says with another smile. "We're getting better on controlling out temper, aren't we Harry? Now you're going to do lines for me Mr. Potter, No not with your quill" She added, seeing Harry readied a quill on hand "You're going to use this special quill of mine. Here you are" She said handing it over.

Harry says nothing.

"Now, I want you to write 'I Must not Tell lies'" She told him softly.

"How many times?" he asked, with creditable politeness

"Oh, for as long as the message to sink in" Said Umbridge

Harry narrows his eyes. "You haven't gave me any ink" He points out.

"Oh you won't need" Another smile.

Harry placed the top of the quill of the parchment and wrote 'I must not tell lies' He gasped as the words he wrote on the quill began to appear on his hand as a wound.

"Anything wrong ?" Umbridge asked Harry gritted his teeth.

He looks at the sadistic woman eye to eye. "Nothing Professor"

"You look a bit down Harry, what happened?" Hermione asked with a frown on her face.

"I'm fine" He lies "it was detention with Umbitch"

Ron snickers, "Good one mate."

but- "Language!"Hermione exclaims, glaring at them both "no matter how much she is wrong, she's still our professor."

"Jesus Hermione," says Harry "I'm pretty sure first years swear more than you do."

"First years?" she echoes, horrified "Proper manners is good" she sniffs. "Maybe I could tell them to change somehow.."

Ron and Harry exchanged a look. The trio abruptly stops, first to third years were lined up, all the way to the end of the all.

"What's going on here?"Hermione asks

"we're just waiting "A first year said in a little voice

"for who?"she pushes, as if by cue, Fred and George came out of a portrait with a box on each arms.

Harry blinked, suddenly feeling light headed. For some reason, he had the feeling of wanting to get away from there.

"-but the first years!"Hermione screeched, bringing Harry back to earth. "They're too young!" she continues, glaring at the two older students.

"Imma just head back to the common room." he murmurs, Ron made a sound that was suspiciously of a squeek.

"Harry." he hissed, but alas. Harry James Potter has already made his wicked escape.

Harry walked aimlessly around, thoughts jumbled out. The odd feeling hasn't left him, instead, it made him feel anxious, as if something big was going to happen. He decided to do what he told his friend, and made his way to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Then he hits a door.

Harry hissed, jumping up and down as he holds his stubbed foot.

"What the hell?" he asks, glaring at the ceiling. The mysterious door swings open. Harry frowns, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He was pretty sure this route never existed.

Just out of burning curiosity, he steps in. He quickly realizes his mistake though, as the door closes almost immediately.

Harry grimaced as darkness filled the room.

"Shit" he says, grabbing a hold of his wand. "Lumos."

It was a small room, nothing really containing inside except for a stand with a book placed on top. Harry narrowed his eyes, walking up to the suspicious looking stand.

Harry frowns, What is this? he thought

'a book' said a voice

Harry jumped around, wand at the ready. Eyes looking around like crazy. "Show yourself!" he yells to the empty space.

He hears laughter.

"Quit it." Harry snapped. "Who are you?"

'You' said the voice. Harry frowned once more.

"Excuse me?" he asks the empty space. Harry hears no reply. He hastily turns back and looks at the book.

Emrys Myrrdin

Harry's eyes automatically widened at that, it was pretty common knowledge of who was the owner of that name was.

"Alright..."He said, not believing what he was already thinking. "Who are you? Where are you?"

'In your Head' said the voice. Harry snorted, shaking his head. He casted a look at the ceiling. Thinking what did he did this time that made him deserve this.

"Right." he says, looking around. The room was completely empty, there was no way the owner of the voice was inside with him.

The voice noticed this and said 'I'm not lying.'

"Let's say I believe you." Harry starts, "How...How did you got inside my head?" he asked, hands placed comfortably on the pages of Merlin's book.

'Read' it says, basically ignoring what he said. 'You might learn a thing or two.'

Harry glares to the nothingness "Why should I do that? I don't even know who you are."

'Yes you do' it says, it had enough conviction that it made a shiver run down his back. Harry feels his heart thrump suddenly. Everything in this body yelled at him to go away. Yet he was frozen in place.

He should go- right now, from what he had learned throughout his years at Hogwarts, hearing things were bad. And he shouldn't listen to them.

Flashes go through his mind. Tom taking control of Ginny, Voldemort talking in his head.

'Harry-'

"Get out of my mind!" He suddenly screams, hear beating faster than ever. The table violently gets thrown, as if an unknown force flipped it over.

'Hey!'

Harry backs away. A foreboding feeling grows all the way from his stomach, making him feel sick. He felt his scar throb, making him panic even more. He screws his eyes shut, hands flying to his head.

'I SAID STAY OUT'

"Jesus Christ Harry!"

The boy in question gasped, sweating like crazy as he scrambled on his bed.

"I-i"

Ron's worried face comes into view, having shoved Harry's glasses to his face.

"You alright mate?"He asked.

"Yeah, yeah" Harry replies, sounding breathless. He gets a sinking feeling around his body and immediately jumps up. "What-" he coughs to clear his throat. "What time is it?"

Ron grimaced. "I came here to call you. The feasts' just began."

Harry looks around, he was back at the dorm. He felt so confused. Wasn't he...? Where was he earlier?

"You sure you alright mate?" Ron asks again. Harry nods, though he was feeling feverish.

"Yeah yeah.. " he repeats. "We should- we should go." he walks straight ahead. The foreboding feeling came back. He felt as if someone was staring right behind him. He doesn't turn around.

"You missed DA by the way." says Ron, walking ahead to catch up with him.

"What?"

"You missed DA." He repeats " Umbridge's kinda pissed." Harry snorts "Shut up mate- she went on and on about how you were-"

"A piece of shit?" Harry helpfully supplies. Ron looks at him skeptically one that Harry gives a look of his own back.

Ron laughs, nodding along. "Alright, alright. She didn't exactly say you were a piece of shit though."

"No. But I bet she was all like-" Harry straightens up, adapting what he thought was an Umbridge look. " is a compulsive liar. A nasty- nasty predator that deserves to rot in a pit and die."

"Well not exactly like that." Ron buts in. "It was more like 'Do not believe the-uh- deceit that has started. Not coming into his classes, setting the worst example! 10 points from Gryffindor!"

Harry arches a brow, hardly even effected by the news. "How'd the folks react?"

Ron shrugged. "Half and half." he says,

"Oh look Harry! A book."

Harry stared. "I don't think you should-"

"C'mon mate. Lost and found right? Ten points to Gryffindor."

Harry laughs at his best friend. "What she really took 10 points earlier today?"

"Yeah" Ron nods "It was crazy, especially with all the Slytherin's backing her up. Word got around that she's gonna start inspecting the teachers."

Harry sighs, face suddenly turning solemn. They entered the Great Hall in silence, sitting with their bushy haired best friend.

Hermione had her head on a book once again, having completely deserted her food in front of her. Harry takes a glimpse on the cover and his eyes widened.

"Hermione! That book!"

She jumps on her seat, looking startled. "Harry! Ron! I- I didn't see you there."

Harry eyes her. "Where'd you get that?" he demands.

"It's nothing." she says quickly, he and Ron shares a look.

Hermione stands "I gotta go."

"But we just got here." says Ron, frowning now. Hermione scurries away, ignoring what Ron said. Harry stands too, dragging his other best friend up.

Ron makes a face. "But we just got here!" he repeats.

Harry nearly shaked him "C'mon." he says, grabbing an apple before following Hermione. He didn't know she walked really fast.

"No mate, you 'come on' " Ron starts. "I haven't ate all day, being prefect is absolutely brutal" He says. "Let Hermione be. She's just reading a book. She always reads books."

Harry frowns.

"She'll... she'll tell on her own time." Ron adds.

"You know what's going on." Harry doesn't say this as a question.

"Harry,"

He shakes his head, hoping that his feelings reached his face. Harry narrows his eyes at Ron before turning, full on his intent to finding out why Hermione had that book.

"Harry wait!"

"Shut it Ron!" He snaps, ignoring the looks he got from his peers. He continues on his walk. Mind whirling around. He was just curious anyways.

But... why would they try to keep a secret from him?