A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

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Pre-Chapter Wind - It is revealed that Severus is not Noel's Uncle, but he is her Godfather. Divination class is next where Noel is the one who tells the boys about her dream of playing poker with the same amount of chips for everyone. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Noel and Harry get into a confrontation with Professor Umbridge leading into their week long detention with her.

-Inches From The Dark And Twisted-

After a very long day of double Charms, double Transfiguration and Care Of Magical Creatures, I realized I couldn't go collapse in the Common Room because I still had detention with Umbridge to deal with before my day was officially over. I eat quickly before heading to the Library to do my homework before the detention with Umbridge. I could probably do the work in my sleep, but I wanted to set my mind in a calm place before having to spend hours in her office. If I didn't, then I might just turn her into a toad or something much worse depending on how she greeted me upon entering the classroom.

I leave the Library around ten to five to walk slowly to Umbridge's classroom for the detention that I wasn't really looking forward to, then again no one ever looks forward to detention. Upon entering the classroom, I find that Harry was already there and looking extremely angry about something. I wonder what that was about, but I'm sure I'll hear about it later.

"Sit down." Umbridge tells me. I shrug, going over to the desk next to Harry to find a quill and parchment on the table, but no inkwell. What good is a quill without ink? It's like a pen with an empty cartridge. The school should take up using pens instead quills, but I bet this one was one of those fancy automatic inking quills because she didn't want us wasting out time dunking our quills in inkwells to maximize the time she wanted us to do whatever she has planned.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, sitting down at the designated desk.

"I want you to do lines. I want you to write 'I, Noel Marie Dumbledore, will not tell lies." She says with an evil glint in her eyes. I swiftly look over at Harry, who was looking at me as if he was trying to convey some secret message to me that I wasn't receiving well, before I look at Umbridge and pick up the quill. Lines was a stupid detention since writing the lines she wanted me to write over and over would probably not stop me from 'telling lies' in the near future. It was a waste of time if you ask me.

"How many times do I write it?" Since there is no ink, I'll probably have to pretend there is. Maybe it's invisible ink, making this detention even more pointless.

"Write it until it sinks in." She smirks and I pull the paper before me. Whatever, she could have me write it 100 times and it would never sink in. I was about it start writing when there is a flash a fire and a letter falls on her desk. She opens the letter and reads it before getting a furious look on her face. That anger turns on me as soon as she was done re-reading the letter. What did I do now? "Miss Dumbledore, it seems the Headmaster thinks that you would be better suited to serve your detention with a different teacher, so you've been reassigned to Professor Snape for the whole week. Go to the Dungeons immediately." Umbridge says and openly sulks at the loss of having me in detention with her. I send Harry a sympathetic look before putting the no ink quill down to leave and head over to Sev's office. I enter his office to be greeted by him with a stern look on his face. It looks like I was going to get the 'talk' from him and I'm not talking about the 'sex talk' talk either. I already had that 'talk' with Mom years back.

"It's your first day here and you're already in trouble. Why am I not surprised? It's all because you couldn't hold your temper. You know your Mom wouldn't have mouthed off to her own Professor." Severus says, but what I really heard was 'Blah blah blah you're so irresponsible blah blah blah troublemaker blah blah blah you're Mother wasn't like this in school blah blah blah teachers yadda yadda yadda.'

"I held my temper fine Sev. It was that ridiculous woman's fault for calling Gramps a liar and saying that Voldemort isn't back when it's so obvious he is. I also think you might have known, that I just find out today, that she said we won't be able to use magic in her class. How are we going to learn how to defend ourselves if we don't use magic? What's the point in having all this magic and not be able to use it?" I ask with a pout as I produced a tin of tarts in my hand in mid air and set them on his desk for the hell of it. I made them fig tarts, his favorite. "She's just gonna hold me back from reaching my full potential when I know I could do much more than spending my class time reading and taking notes."

"Want to take a walk on the dark side of the force? I know much my young padowan." Severus suggests with a raised brow.

"This isn't Star Wars Sev. I really shouldn't have let you watch that movie." I grumble sitting down. "I'm surprised Granpi reassigned me to you."

"After I heard from Professor McGonagall that you got a detention with Professor Umbridge during dinner, I insisted with Professor Dumbledore that I take you off her hands so you don't do anything you might regret."

"I probably wouldn't regret it." I mumble. "She almost had me do lines with a quill with no ink."

"After a while I think you would regret it even if it was only lines, especially if you knew it would disappoint a few people. Not me, because I think it's great you want to learn and she is a sorry excuse for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but you might disappoint your Gramps and I know you wouldn't want to do that." Sev says. Damn, he was right.

"I guess you're right." I sigh in defeat. "So what's my punishment?"

"Read me the news in elf." Severus smiles.

"But you know I'm not good at elf and you know I don't like the news. The news are for old people." I whine. He sniggers handing me the paper. "I'd rather do the lines."

"Be happy I didn't ask you to read me it in mermish."

"It's better than elf any day."

Hours later, after leaving Sev's office, I reach the Portrait Hole around the same time Harry does. He looked worn out and really pale, which shocked me because he just did lines. How did writing lines lead to this? What happened after I left?

"Harry how are you-what's that smell?" I ask, feeling sick as my stomach churns at this metallic smell in the air. "It smells like…like blood." I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. It's not my fault I have a good sense of smell. "Why does it smell like blood? Are you bleeding?"

"No."

"You're the only one here other than myself, so it must be you." I look all over trying to find the blood until I see him try to hide his hand not so secretly into his pocket. I snatch his hand and Harry winces as I stare at the very faint 'I will not tell lies' scarring on his hand. "Harry what happened? Did she cut you? Did you have a smoke when you were done?" I ask looking at the wound on his hand before looking up at him sympathetically. Then I remember 'I, Noel Marie Dumbledore, will not tell lies.' and realize something, it was that quill and instead of ink...it used blood...the writer's blood.

"Noel, what? It's nothing." And he tries to pull away only to make me hold on tighter to his hand making him wince once more. That could have just as easily have been me if Severus didn't ask for me. It could have been me and then I really would have done something to her without even hesitating about who I might be disappointing. "I'm fine, this really is nothing so-"

"Nothing? This, whatever it is, is illegal and down right dark. 'I will not tell lies.' carved into anyones hand is never nothing. We need to call the wizard popo on her ass." I say. Harry snatches his hand back. "Harry, you need to listen to me because this is wrong and you know it. I don't know why you didn't go to Dumbledore right after your detention was over or even during detention, but you need to tell him about this immediately." This, whatever it was, was dark and twisted if she thought this kind of punishment was good enough to use on anyone. This is a school for crying out loud. How could someone claim to be so normal and yet sit there for hours and watch a student carve into their skin? I knew she was crazy from the first moment I set eyes on her, but not this crazy.

"I can handle it myself." Harry says.

"I'm just trying to help you." I say getting frustrated with him.

"Well I'm fine. Mimbulus mimbletonia." He storms off inside and heads up to the Boy's Dormitory after the Portrait Hole opens up.

"You don't have to be a grouch about it." I mutter going inside as well. I head up to the Girl's Dormitory to find Hermione sitting on her bed. She must have stayed up to wait for me.

"How was detention with Professor Umbridge?" She asks.

"I didn't have detention with Umbridge since I was reassigned to Snape at the last minute." I say, setting my bag on the floor and collapse on my bed feeling exhausted.
"Was it that bad?"

"Not the detention...more like something else."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"It's complicated."

"Like?"

"If you knew about something not right, you'd tell someone about it wouldn't you? That's the smart thing to do. If someone suggested you to do something because they were trying to help you, you'd take their advice wouldn't you?"

"What's going on Noel? Did something happen in detention with Professor Snape that you need to tell someone about? Did he do something to you?"

"That's not what I meant because I'm not talking about Snape here...you know what? Never mind. I'm gong to bed, so just forget everything I just said."

"Al-aright. Goodnight Noel."

"Goodnight Hermione."

AN: How's the reboot going by so far? Pace of upload good? What do you think? You like?

AN2: Dinosaurs, on a spaceship!

AN3: Have a great weekend everyone. :)