(AN: Abuse warning. Not super-descriptive, but just a heads-up.)
Kitten,
Come see me tonight.
Dolly
Jenna stared down at the note in her hands, her heart pounding hopefully. She had been sitting next to Wyatt at supper, picking at her food, when an owl had casually dropped it by her plate without stopping. It was just a scrap of parchment, but it may as well have been written in gold.
Jenna looked up at the High Table, and found Dolores watching her. The older woman's lips curled upwards gently, and Jenna had to fight the urge to squeal.
After supper, she had raced to Dolores' office, giddy. She actually got there before Dolores, and was bouncing anxiously on her heels outside the door when the older woman had finally arrived.
Dolores had smiled softly, resting her hand on the small of Jenna's back as she let her into her office.
…
Wyatt had watched Jenna run off after supper, his stomach churning slightly. He had told Umbridge about their father. He had explained, somewhat, his condition. He had explained how Jenna helped him. She had been… surprisingly accepting of what he told her. She didn't ask questions. Her facial expression hadn't even changed. Once Wyatt had finished, she had smile and thanked him for telling her, and then she had let him leave.
That had put Wyatt on edge.
Any normal person would have had some sort of negative reaction to what he had told her. They would have asked questions. They would have at least expressed some emotion. A Ministry official especially should have at least expressed some sort of discomfort at having this knowledge.
Umbridge had smiled. He had told her about murdering his father, and she had smiled and thanked him.
The knot in Wyatt's stomach was tightening.
…
"You're such a good girl, Kitten." Dolores cooed.
Jenna was sitting on the couch, watching Dolores intently as she sat across from her.
"Wyatt's so lucky to have a sister like you." She continued. "He really cares about you."
"We've… we've been through a lot together." Jenna said softly.
"Oh, yes, I'm well aware. I had a very nice chat with your brother earlier today."
"…Did you?" Jenna frowned. Wyatt hadn't mentioned that.
"Indeed. He told me all about that nasty little incident with your father." Dolores smiled sweetly. "All of that over a vase of irises. Dearie me."
Jenna's blood went cold. She suddenly felt as though she might vomit.
"Dolores…" Her voice was barely audible.
"He told me all about your neighbor Stephen, too. How he helped conceal Wyatt's crime." Dolores tutted gently. "Nasty bit of business for a sweet little kitten to be involved in. You can imagine what a difficult position this is for me…"
"Please, Dolores…" Jenna's voice trembled.
"I am obligated to report it." Dolores went on. "Such a heinous crime as murder shouldn't go unpunished, even if it was deserved…"
"Please, Dolores, you can't…"
"Can't? Oh, darling, it's not simply a matter of can or can't. I simply must. I'd be blatantly ignoring my duty as Senior Undersecretary to the Minister."
"Dolores… Dolly… please…" Jenna's chest tightened. "Wyatt would be taken away! Stephen would be taken away!"
"Yes, by the Muggle police." Dolores' lip curled slightly. "And you and your mother and your little sister would be left to fend for yourselves, unless the Ministry decided that you, too, should be taken away for being… privy to everything. Your little sister would, of course, be taken into the system and passed on to another family…"
"Dolores!" Tears sprang to Jenna's eyes. "Please…"
"Although, I suppose I could be convinced not to report it…"
"I'll do anything, Dolores! Please!"
Dolores smiled widely.
"Anything?" she simpered. "Would you?"
…
In the Ravenclaw common room, Wyatt was struggling to concentrate on his Charms homework, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Jenna. Was she okay? Was she happy?
"Oy." Davies dropped down next to him. "You good?"
"Yeah. Just…"
"Worried about Jenna?"
"Yeah."
Davies nodded casually, taking out his Charms book.
"The fuck are you doing?" Wyatt hissed.
"Studying. Same as you."
"But…."
"But what?"
"You don't… you never do that…"
"I never study with you? What about all of the times in the library?"
"Well, yeah, but… never here…"
"Well, I typically can't study in here. It's usually too loud. It's not too bad tonight, though."
"You don't have to… I mean… just because I'm…"
"Just because you're what?" Davies' expression softened. "This isn't…" His voice lowered. "This isn't about your condition, Wyatt. I've just found that I… enjoy studying with you. Same as I enjoy studying with Jenna."
"…Why?"
"Because you're pleasant, you're wicked smart when it comes to Charms, you're focused… you're not chatty, which is nice…" Davies shrugged.
"Oh. Er… thanks."
Davies nodded. Both boys continued on their Charms homework, not looking at each other.
…
Jenna walked alone down the corridor, her shoulder dragging heavily against the wall. She felt as though her bones had melted, and a dull throbbing came from the skin of her inner thigh.
She felt sick.
Those rumors about Dolores having a quill that cut you when you wrote with it… they'd been true. Dolores had made her write Property of Dolores Jane Umbridge over and over on a piece of parchment, and the words had etched themselves onto the inside of her left thigh.
"Somewhere only I will see it." That was how Dolores had put it.
Before the blood had even dried, Dolores had taken Jenna into her bedroom and pleasured her with the same spell she'd used before, leaving Jenna confused and… exhausted.
Afterwards, she'd sent Jenna on her way.
She felt her knees buckle underneath her, falling to the floor before she realized what was happening. Numbly, she knelt there for a moment, unable to find the strength to rise.
She deserved this. She deserved this pain.
She'd concealed something illegal, the most unforgiveable crime there was.
Dolores was right. Someone had to be punished for it, and it seemed that it was going to be her.
(AN: Sorry that updates are becoming less and less frequent. It's my final semester of undergrad and I'm not good with time management. Ugh I don't want to be an adult yet!)