...Then Who is He?
Chapter 2
I don't own Harry Potter
"Why couldn't Uncle Moony teach us this year?" Ron complained as we sat to do the homework Umbridge had assigned us.
"For the same reasons he couldn't last year. Everyone except for our parents don't want a were-wolf at Hogwarts. And he wanted to stay with Dad," I said, opening my book.
"So, when are you finally going to be a big brother?" Ron asked, clearly trying to get a rise out of me.
I shrugged. "I don't know, soon I hope. But Mum said that less than 50% of were-wolf pregnancies make it to term even less male ones, so it could be a while. We better get to work before Hermione finds us gossiping."
"Spoil sport," Ron muttered, starting his essay.
"You've got it easy on this one! You live with a were-wolf!" Ron exclaimed as I finished my essay when he was only half way through.
"You spent a month with us. You should have picked up on something," I said, moving on to my potions essay.
"Have you seen him yet? As the wolf?" Ron asked as Hermione sat down on his other side.
"Don't you have detention with Umbridge today?" Hermione asked, working on her own Defense Against the Dark Arts essay.
I glanced at my watch and groaned. "Yeah, I better get going," I said, gathering my things and stuffing them in my bag.
"Good luck," Ron said, rolling up his finished essay.
"Thanks," I said, leaving the common room, heading to Umbridge's office.
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Dear Mum and Dad,
I got my first detention of the year yesterday.
I didn't do much, all I did was tell the new DADA teacher, Professor Umbridge, that I wasn't lying and that Voldemort is back.
She forced me to do lines. With her quill. It's not a normal quill, it's self-inking, but the ink isn't regular ink. It's blood. When I write with the quill it cuts into the back of my hand and wets the tip with my blood.
I don't know what to do, but I have three more detentions this week and the back of my hand is beginning to scar.
Harry
I sent a letter to my parents quickly, hoping they could help as Dumbledore was ignoring me.
Hedwig came back with the response not even a full day later.
Harry
You must tell Dumbledore what is going on.
The quill she is making you use is called a Blood Quill and they are illegal.
Next time you have detention with her, take the quill with you when you leave and show it to Dumbledore.
Be careful Harry. We love you.
Mum and Dad
P.S. Don't tell Remus, but I have some of the Weasley's more...useful items. Let me know if you need them.
I read the letter as I made my way to my second detention with Umbridge. Stifling a laugh at Dad's added note, I knocked on the door of the den of evil.
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"Professor Dumbledore, I need to talk to you," I called, catching his attention as I made my way to Charms the next day.
Dumbledore looked startled, but quickly regained his composure. "Alright, we can talk in my office," he said, leading me away from the Charms classroom to his office.
...
"What did Dumbledore say?" Ron asked eagerly.
"He said he couldn't do anything. Umbridge was appointed by the Minister and he's the only one who can remove her from her post," I said dully, taking my seat in DADA next to him.
"So what now?" Ron asked, sounding stunned.
"I don't know yet. I'm going to send Dad a letter, see what he thinks," I said, opening my book, "Come to, let's get to work. I don't need anymore detentions."
Ron nodded and unhappily opened his book. We began reading the assigned chapter, hoping the class would end soon.
