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This is pure whump! As in, there is no plot here, just what Umbridge was doing to Harry during his time in the RoR.

Next chapter will have plot.

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Harry woke up with a loud groan. Everything hurt. His throat was raw, most likely from the endless amount of screaming. Movement was almost impossible between the leftover tremors from the cruciatus curse and the feeling of his skin being flayed off his body. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was alone, the large tarp that had covered the cage the first night had been returned, leaving his space completely dark. Slowly, he sat up, grunting as his limbs refused to cooperate and the movement pulled at his torn skin. Merlin, he didn't even want to know what he looked like, feeling it was enough. Still he managed to get up right, determined to not let the witch win at keeping him down. At least not yet. Maybe later. Maybe.

Harry began to scoot slightly towards one side of the cage, his manacled hand clinking loudly in the quiet of the room of requirement. He made it to where his foot had touched the bars, the gold emitting a soft yellow light at his presence. Carefully, he reached his right arm through the bars, cringing at the torn skin in the soft glow and avoiding the thorny metal as best he could. He had gotten through to his elbow, grabbing the tarp to lift when the vines moved.

Harry screamed as the glowing metal bit into his arm, closing tight around the limb like a snake. He released the tarp, trying to get out of the metal as the barbs tightened and began to heat. He screamed louder as the metal began to travel down his arm to his hand, like trails of spikey fire until it encapsulated his hand. Entwining his fingers till they were all spread and completely immobile. The burning lowered till it was more of a slow burn. Meant to hold him there for a long time. Harry felt a few tears slip out as he realized he was stuck there until either the cage decided to release him, or Umbridge freed him herself. He couldn't decide which was worse.

The thorns stayed wrapped around his arm for hours. They had released him slowly, the metal unmelting from his skin as it slowly pushed it back into the cage. Harry was in a weird in-between state, not quite awake but unable to fall asleep because of the ever burning pain, but felt as the cage gently brought his arm back into his confines. And the arm looked horrible. The metal briar's had been burned into his arm, all around his hand and skin was blistered almost purple and raised against the rest of his skin. The vines snaked over his previous cuts as well, leaving his arm just a mess of scarred skin. He was also starting to feel the effects of hunger, having not eaten since Friday at lunch.

Still somehow he found the energy to move, not trusting the metal to reach out to him in the cage. As he moved away from the bars they dimmed until he was in darkness once more. Alone.

He couldn't help but compare this to the cupboard under the stairs at the Dursleys. Sad is the day when he would prefer the significantly smaller space and constant taunts of Dudley. But those were simpler times, when he knew what was coming, knew what to expect. With magic, the threat could be anything.

"Help." He whispered. It wasn't really meant to be heard, he knew that he was hidden ridiculously well in the castle. For one, the Room of Requirement only opened to someone who knew what was inside. Second, Umbridge had already busted the room, it was no longer a safe space and everyone knew she would be watching it. Which means no one would go near it. So no one would find him.

"Why so glum my dear?" The words startled Harry causing him to jump as the tarp disappeared. Standing outside the metal was the horrid pink creature herself, smiling as she held her wand in front of her, tapping it against the palm of her hand. Harry just stared back at her, too tired to offer any type of retort.

"I know it has been a few days since I've been here." Days? It couldn't have been much more than one day since she was last here. Maybe the Room of Requirement existed outside of time. Or Umbridge was just trying to mess with him. Both were valid options. "Have you been enjoying your stay?"

"It's just like home." Harry snarked, not really sure where the words came from or why they left his mouth. Umbridge's lips pursed into a barely visible line. Somehow she decided to ignore the comment, probably preferring whatever she came here to do in the first place.

"Let me see your arm Potter." Harry didn't move. "Come now, you didn't think you could hide an escape attempt from me did you?"

"I wasn't escaping." he mumbled, curling into himself just a little bit more.

"Lying again are we?" She tutted, stepping just a bit closer to the cage. "I will ask once more Potter. Let me see your arm."

"No."

Umbridge sighed. "Why do children always have to be so difficult? Imperio." The unforgivable caught him off guard. The hazy cloud that covered his head was different from the time that Barty Crouch Jr. had induced the year before. His was like a golden haze, making the choice to comply bring him so much happiness that he just had too. It was easy to reason out of, Harry hadn't ever felt that kind of happiness and at the time was perfectly content to not experience it. He didn't want to taste what he had been missing.

Ubridge's cloud was darker, like a grey mist surrounding his thoughts. He didn't really feel anything, there wasn't an emotion to counter. Just clouds and Umbridge. He couldn't feel his body at all.

"Come here Potter." And Harry was moving. He couldn't really stand but he tried, his legs cooperating despite not having any energy. With stumbling steps he approached her, stopping just short of the metal. "Much better." She stuck her arm in the cage (the metal unfairly leaving her arm completely untouched) and took his own, examining the delicate pattern of briars adorning the skin. "I trust we learned our lesson now, have we?"

Harry nodded, mouth pinched closed so that he wouldn't give another smart retort. It didn't get him far, and he was not going to test her patience while the toad was physically holding his arm. He'd do it from five feet away in the middle of his cage, thank you very much.

"That's good to hear dear." She released his arm and the imperius curse at the same time, and Harry couldn't help automatically stepping out of arms reach. Umbridge smiled. "I know it has been a bit, but I thought you might want something to eat."

And if those words didn't set him on edge, the malicious gleam in her eyes certainly did. But he needed some food, his body wasn't used to the lack of food, having been eating almost three meals a day for the year. He hadn't yet started to wean off food in preparation to move back to the Dursley's he still had a few months. And the days that he had been denied food have been difficult, especially with the strain he was under.

But he couldn't stop his stomach from gurgling as she conjured a dish of turkey and mashed potatoes. Barely enough to fill the plate but more than he had had since she put him here.

"I know, it has been quite a bit since you had food." She held the plate out to him, outside the bars, and Harry barely stopped himself from reaching through for it, his arm twinging at any movement was a strong reminder. "And I am willing to give you some."

"But?" Harry said once it was clear she wasn't going to continue.

"You must tell the truth, Mister Potter. That He-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named has not returned. That the ministry is correct, and that you will not continue this act of rebellion in order to continue to seek attention." The smile on her face was sickly, and Harry wished he could throw a curse at it. Even just a small one. Turn her nose bright green or something.

There was a small pull in his heart, an energy springing down his arm until it left his fingers. Umridge flinched with the contact, stepping backward and almost dropping the plate, her other hand holding her nose. When she looked up, Harry couldn't help the small surprised laugh that escaped him.

Her nose was a bright green like a fairy tale witch complete with a large mole and small hairs. She went cross eyed staring at it for a long moment before turning her glare on him. Harry shrunk back.

"How dare you!" She screamed. She raised her wand at him and Harry braced himself. "How did you do that? Turn it back!" A stinging hex hit him and he winced.

"I don't know how!" He tried. Which wasn't a lie. He didn't know how he did this in the first place.

"LIES!" A blue light shot from her wand, and Harry suddenly couldn't feel anything. Then it was cold. So so cold. Like his body was surrounded by ice. He gasped and fell to the ground, wrapping his arms around himself in an useless attempt to keep warm. "You can change it back." The ice changed, burning like fire and Harry's brain screamed at the sudden change in temperature.

"Stop it!"

"No! Change it back!" She composed herself a bit, reveling in the stress on Harry's face as the temperature once again changed back to freezing. "Harry dear, if you change it back, the spell will stop."

Fire. "I don't know what I did." He whimpered. His nerves were sending so many signals to his brain he couldn't tell what was happening.

Ice.

"I would figure it out soon then if I were you."

Fire. Ice. Fire. Ice. FIRE. ICE. FIREICEFIREICEFIREICEFIREICE!

Harry screamed, energy bursting from his chest in a wave of power. The castle walls shook. But the fire and ice was gone.

Barely opening his eyes, he saw that Umbridge's nose had returned to normal. In fact, she looked better than before, not quite as pudgy. She stared at her hands in shock, the once sausage like fingers now a more normal size, only slightly larger than average. "What in Merlin's name…" she whispered. Wide eyes looked up to Harry. Harry stared at her from his place on the floor, limbs splayed and shaking.

"I must return to the school, Potter. Do not try to escape again." The tarp returned and Harry let the darkness bring him to unconsciousness.

Harry didn't wake up until Umbridge returned. He had no idea how long it had been, heck it could've been weeks for how sore and stiff he was.

"Potter, wake up!" She hissed. Harry let his eyes flutter open. Whatever he had done to make her look more beautiful was gone. "Do it again."

"What?" he croaked out. His throat was sore from screaming and lack of water.

"You used some sort of magic that made me beautiful, do it again." She demanded.

"I don't know how I did it last time. It just happened."

"Liar." A slice of her wand. A slice in his chest. "You did it once, you can do it again."

"Maybe." Another slice. "But even if I did know what I did, I wouldn't help you." Slice. Slice. Slice.

"You wretched boy! Make me beautiful!"

"No."

Bang. Harry yelped as his body was thrown from the ground to the other side of the cage hitting the bars hard. Vines jumped on him, wrapping themselves around everything they could reach, burning through clothes as they wound up his legs, over his torso, onto his face.

"If you won't make me beautiful, then you won't be either." She seethed. But she seemed placated as she watched him writhe in the gold.

"Let me go!"

"No." And she was gone.

The vines dropped him some time later. Hours after he had stopped struggling. Hours after he had given up hope of being rescued. Hours after he had realized, he was never getting out of here.

So Harry stopped fighting. When Umbridge came back, demanding he use whatever wandless magic he'd discovered, he would give it a shot.

"Make me beautiful."

Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't. Every time he was left more beaten, more abused, more defeated, than the last.

He lost track of all time. It was only when Umbridge was there, and sleep.

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