Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry was in detention with Umbridge.
"Now, Mr. Potter, I do hope that this time, detention will teach you the proper respect and discipline you must show in class," said Umbridge in a sugary voice, "I do not wish to assign you any more detention! After all, I am on your side. I am your friend and I only want what's best for you."
Harry bit back a snort and began writing with the blood quill. He had barely written for fifteen minutes, however, when the door to the classroom was slammed open by a furious looking Professor McGonagall.
"Delores! What is the meaning of this?" demanded McGonagall angrily, "Having a student use a blood quill?"
"Hello, Minerva," smiled Umbridge, "As you see, Mr. Potter is merely fulfilling the requirements of his detention."
"A blood quill should never be used on a student, Delores," shouted Minerva, "Surely Dumbledore told you this?"
"Are you certain you are so against the idea of this, Minerva?" asked Umbridge sweetly, "Because if you are, then you are going against the Ministry and the Minister of Magic himself!"
If possible, McGonagall looked even more angry. "If you would excuse me," she spat out, "Mr. Potter will spend the rest of his detention with me. As his Head of House, it is my duty, after all. Any future detentions he receives will also be spent with me. Come, Potter."
Harry followed Professor McGonagall out of Umbridge's office and into her own. Harry knew that he should be grateful that McGonagall had come for him, but lack of sleep and exhaustion had caught up with him. He was angry at McGonagall; why should she suddenly care about what happened to him?
"Potter," said McGonagall, "I would like to have a look at your hand, please."
"Professor, I'm fine," answered Harry. By this point, Harry was tired of people fussing over him and pretending to care.
"Potter, either you let me look at it or we are going to see Madame Pomfrey, who is going to make a larger commotion than me. It is your choice."
"Oh, so finally, I get a choice in my own life, Professor?" Harry spat out.
"Potter, I will not tolerate-" McGonagall was cut off.
"Professor, at this point, I honestly don't care if you assign me twenty more detentions. I've gotten used to them, anyway."
"Mr. Potter, you will cease this foolishness at once and allow me to take a look at your hand!" shouted McGonagall.
"Why should I?" answered Harry, "As I said before, I'm fine."
It seemed like Professor McGonagall's patience had run out. She grabbed Harry's left hand and unwrapped the scarf around it before gasping.
"Professor, is something the matter?" asked Harry with mock innocence.
"Potter... your hand..." McGonagall was speechless, "How could she do this to you?"
"Yes, Professor, how could this happen to me, as detentions clearly have no effect on me?" replied Harry angrily.
Now, however, it seemed like Professor McGonagall was angry too.
"Potter, if this had happened during the first week of detention, then you should have done everything in your power to avoid a second week! That is what I meant by detentions having no effect on you!" admonished McGonagall, "You should have told someone about this before Miss Granger had to inform me!"
"Yes, but there was just one slight problem, Professor. There was no one to tell. Dumbledore doesn't even-"
"Professor Dumbledore, Potter," interrupted McGonagall, "And I will ask you one last time to stop using that tone with me."
Harry sighed, trying to calm down. "Professor Dumbledore doesn't even look at me anymore and I don't know why. You were already furious with me for not turning in my Transfiguration homework and for getting more detention with Professor Umbridge. I barely talk to the other professors, so it would be unreasonable to go to them."
As he said this, McGonagall was healing his hand.
"I've done all I could to heal your hand, Potter, and it seems like the bleeding has stopped. Unfortunately, you will be left with a scar," McGonagall said.
"Well, it's hardly the first time I'll be left with one," said Harry.
"Potter," McGonagall sighed, "You still could have come to me, you know."
"Really? Would you actually have cared though, Professor?"
"I have a duty to protect the students!" exclaimed McGonagall, "Of course I care."
"I would have only burdened you with more problems, Professor," said Harry, "Do you really care about Harry, or do you care about the Boy Who Lived? Because I think that if you actually cared about Harry, you would have noticed that something was wrong before Hermione informed you."
"I did notice, Potter," sighed McGonagall, "However, although I had my suspicions, I was not entirely certain. I decided to wait a little longer before taking action."
"Yes, and lots of good that did," Harry spit out sarcastically.
"I will remind you again, Potter, that you are my student and are in no position to argue about my decisions. I hope that this time you will remember to keep your head down and not attract any unneeded attention! Despite what I told Delores, I do not have infinite control over the detentions she assigns," said McGonagall.
"Don't worry, Professor. I stand by what I said before. I've gotten used to them and I can take more," Harry said, walking out of the office.
