Chapter Fourteen: The Detention
It was eight thirty when Harry reported to Umbridge's office for his detention. However, before he knocked on the door, he opened the friend-hub.
'Can you see and hear everything I am?' he asked them all.
'Yeah, mate, loud and clear,' replied Ron.
'Me too, Harry,' said Ginny.
'Likewise, little brother,' said Hermione.
Harry then knocked on the door.
'Come in!' replied the shrill voice of Dolores Umbridge through the door.
Harry entered the room and saw that the walls were pink and decorated with hanging plates with kittens gambolling around with a sickening cuteness.
'Fucking hell!' said Ron through the hub.
'Fucking hell!' echoed Ginny.
'Fucking hell!' said Hermione.
Harry lips twitched slightly before Umbridge spoke.
'Is something funny, Mr Potter?' she asked.
'Yeah, plenty, and you still aren't getting my name right, it's Harry Potter-Black, you dumb bitch!' replied Harry.
'Dumb bitch, good one, Harry, it's a bit like Umbitch!' said Ginny.
There was laughter through the hub which made Harry's mouth twitch again.
'I am a fully qualified Ministry official and you will respect me!' said Umbridge, angrily.
'Respect is earned, not given,' replied Harry.
'You tell her, mate!' said Ron.
'You were supposed to be here at seven pm, you are an hour and a half late!'
'So fucking what? I do what I want, when I want, get that through your immensely thick skull, moron,' said Harry.
Harry then looked around the room and saw a desk and chair.
'Your language and your attitude are unacceptable, now sit down, you are going to be doing some lines for me today,' said Umbridge.
'I don't have a quill or ink with me,' said Harry, trying to be awkward.
'That's quite all right, you are going to be using a special quill of mine where you won't need any ink,' she replied.
Harry then saw the long black quill on the desk and knew immediately what it was.
'A fucking Blood Quill!' his three friends said together angrily.
Harry took the seat behind the desk and said, 'What am I supposed to write?'
'I shall not oppose Ministry officials and question policy,' she replied.
'I'm sorry but I can't write that, Dolores, you see I have every right to do both of those things, you'll have to think of something else for me to write,' said Harry.
'I must not talk back in class,' she replied.
'Asking a question in a class is a crime now, is it?' said Harry coolly as he heard the laughter through the hub once more.
'You were insolent and rude, now get writing!' she said as she turned her back on him.
Harry then used his left hand to wave a spell at the Blood Quill before asking, 'How many times?'
'As many as it takes for the message to sink in,' she said.
Harry then began to write. However, he did not write what he was told to write.
Instead he wrote, with a vicious and evil grin on his face, 'I am a toad-faced bitch.'
There was then a terrible scream from Umbridge. She turned around to face Harry once more and there across her forehead were the words, 'I am a toad-faced bitch,' written in Harry's writing but her blood as she bled.
'What did you do, Potter, give me your wand!' Umbridge screeched at him as she held her hand against her forehead to stop the bleeding.
'I didn't do anything, Dolores, and you can have my wand when you pull it from my cold, dead fingers, but for now I'll continue to write,' said Harry viciously.
'NOOOOO!' she screeched, but Harry snapped his fingers to conjure a firewall to keep her at bay.
So he did, he wrote 'I am a toad-faced bitch,' continuously until Dolores passed out from the bleeding and the pain from her forehead.
Meanwhile, Harry could hear the laughter from his friends through the hub and then searched through Umbridge's personal belongings. When he had concluded his search he had found several more Blood Quills, a picture of Cornelius Fudge, and a ledger containing her finances and embezzlements as well as a record of Fudge's embezzlements and campaign donations from people like Lucius Malfoy. Harry then made copies of everything and bagged all the Blood Quills, replacing them with ones that would only work on her, before taking them with him as well as the copies of the records. He then returned everything to its correct place before leaving the office.