Bloody Handwriting

I wanted Harry Potter's blood. I wanted the blood of the one who had stripped me of power thirteen years ago … for the lingering protection his mother once gave him would then reside in my veins too. …

(Goblet Of Fire -C33)

He looked back at the parchment, placed the quill upon it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, and felt the searing pain on the back of his hand for a second time; once again the words had been cut into his skin, once again they healed over seconds later.

And on it went. Again and again Harry wrote the words on the parchment in what he soon came to realize was not ink, but his own blood. And again and again the words were cut into the back of his hand, healed, and then reappeared the next time he set quill to parchment.

(Order of the Phoenix -C13)

"CRUCIO," Voldemort bellowed the moment he saw Lucius.

That was how Voldemort greeted Lucius every time he arrived at his secret location. He had been extremely angry with Lucius ever since Wormtail had told him the previous year of the re-opening of the Chamber of Secrets three years prior. He knew right away it was Lucius as he was the one he had entrusted his diary with. He had also found out from Wormtail that the diary had been destroyed and was currently in possession of Albus Dumbledore.

He had been extremely angry with this turn of events that he attacked Lucius every time the man now turned up.

"Lucius," he drawled coldly. "What news do you bring me?"

"My Lord," Lucius replied, kissing the hem of his black robes.

"Get up ," Voldemort ordered coldly.

Lucius did so. "My Lord," he continued. "I bring news of success. I have contacted Fenrir Greyback and he once again has accepted servitude. He would like to meet you in person so he can vow it to you personally."

Voldemort twirled his wand. "That is a reasonable demand," he intoned. "Inform Greyback I will contact him when I want to see him. Now leave Lucius."

Lucius turned to leave.

"CRUCIO." The spell connected, sending Lucius to the floor.

He also did it every time Lucius left too. As a way of saying goodbye.

As he sat down he started petting his beloved snake, Nagini.

As he was petting her he felt a prickling in the back of his hand. He ignored it at first but then he felt it. A pained moan escaped his thin lips as he stroked Nagini's chin.

He lifted his hand, and to his horror, lines started to appear. But not just once. Over and over again the words I Must Not Tell Lies started carving into his skin. He stuffed his hand in his mouth so as not to whimper. You really couldn't whimper when you were a Dark Lord.

It went on like that for the next hour. During that time he tried every spell on the back of his hand. None of his spells worked. After the hour ended the writing stopped, but it didn't disappear.

In the days to come and always at five o' clock his hand would basically cut itself open and those damned words I Must Not Tell Lies would always appear. It wasn't until nearly a month in he finally realised what was going on.

On that particular day he was in a foul mood and was once again investigating his hand.

What in Merlin is going on, Voldemort thought. This is the most secure blood I've ever had. I got it from Harry Potter after all.

That thought stopped him dead in his tracks. Harry Potter. HARRY POTTER.

He took his blood when he was resurrected a few months back. That meant he shared his blood with Harry Potter. What the hell was the damned brat doing at that bloody school that made this happen?

There was only one person who could possibly explain.

IlIlIlI

"My Lord," Severus Snape greeted himself, bending down and kissing the hem of his robes.

"Sit down, Severus," Voldemort spoke coldly.

Severus did so.

"Severus, there is something I must ask of you," he said. "But before I do I want to make it very clear this is not to be spoken about to anyone else, not even the other Death Eaters."

"Of course, my lord," Severus spoke, bowing his head.

"Could you possibly be able to explain this?" he asked. And he showed Severus the back of his hand.

"My Lord?" Severus questioned.

"For my Rebirthing ritual some months ago, I used the blood of Harry Potter to help me regain a body. However there is a flaw," he said. "I share my blood with the boy, and whatever he is doing to himself in that castle, it is happening to me. I want you to find out what he is doing."

Severus studied the back of his hand, his eyes narrowing.

"You have an idea, Severus?" he questioned. "Care to share it with your Lord?"

"Of course," he nodded. "However, I would need confirmation to prove my suspicions."

Severus sat down. "Perhaps you have heard of the new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher Dolores Umbridge."

Voldemort had. It was people like that that helped him recruit a variety of creatures angry at the Ministry, like Greyback.

"She is of the firm belief that Potter is a liar and that you have not returned," Severus spoke silkily. "She has him in detention nearly every weekday at five o' clock."

FIVE O' CLOCK! That was when the lines would start showing on the back of his hand.

But Severus wasn't finished. "She's constantly calling him a liar in the staff meetings and I quote 'He Must Not Tell Lies'."

Voldemort was on the verge of blowing up. That was basically the same words that were etched on his hand.

"Find confirmation for me, Severus," he managed to speak calmly. "Find out what this toad is doing behind the closed doors of Potter's detentions. You may go."

Severus bowed and left the room. The moment he heard the man apparate away he gave a loud roar of rage and cast every destructive spell he could at the target dummies in the basement.

Then five o' clock came.

"I'm going to kill you Dolores Umbridge!" he screamed in fury.

IlIlIlI

It wasn't for another two months that Severus managed to obtain the information about what was going on in Potter's detentions.

He came back with confirmation that Dolores Umbridge was using a Blood Quill in her detentions with Harry Potter and other students.

That sent him into a destructive rage that nearly brought down the manor.

Although he was glad that Potter and other students were suffering torment after torment with that woman, he wasn't glad it was affecting him too. Just how did Potter manage to piss off this woman so easily.

So he summoned Lucius and a plan was made. He decided to call off the raid he was going to send Nagini on in the Department of Mysteries for that blasted prophecy in the meantime. His entire focus was only on one thing now. Dolores Umbridge.

IlIlIlI

Dolores Umbridge was delighted. It was now Christmas and she could now leave this horrible school and its horrid children for the Holidays.

She flooed straight to the Minister's Office and wished Cornelius to have a good Christmas, although she could care less about her boss.

She left his office and went straight to the Ministry Atrium towards the exits. It was absolutely crowded with wizards on their way home from work.

"Madam Undersecretary," she heard a familiar silky voice speak.

She recognised that voice. She turned to greet Lucius Malfoy.

"Mister Malfoy," she greeted respectively. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he spoke crisply. "Let's walk shall we?"

Confused but eager, she started following Lucius towards the exit.

She was telling him about all the news up at the school and how delusional Dumbledore and Potter were getting.

"I mean it's just ridiculous," she said. "But the Dark Lord could not possibly be living. He's dead. Thanks to the Ministry's efforts during the war."

Lucius spoke no word as he walked with her. Once out of sight of Muggles and wizards in London he stunned the woman with all his might. He was getting tired of hearing the bloody toad talk. He felt sorry for his son who had to put up with the woman since September.

He activated the Portkey in his pocket that whisked him and that vile toad to the Dark Lord's hideout.

IlIlIlI

Voldemort was busy.

Busy doing the only Muggle thing he liked. Air drumming to Phil Collins 'In The Air Tonight'. He was in the mood for the beautiful song as today would be a great day.

"And I've been waiting for this moment all my life," he chanted along to the song.

If there was one Muggle he wouldn't kill, it would be Phil Collins.

He suddenly heard a Portkey in the background and he vanished the tape player after pausing it. No need to have his Death Eaters walk in him enjoying a Muggle song.

"Lucius," he greeted, coldly. "I see you brought a guest."

Dolores Umbridge was levitated into the room, still knocked out cold from the Stunning Spell she received.

"Renervate," Voldemort lazily incanted.

At once Dolores Umbridge awoke. She got up from lying on the floor and dusted herself off.

"Really, Lucius?" she asked. "If you wanted to have your way with me you could have just asked."

Lucius promptly got sick on the floor at hearing THAT. Even Voldemort was gagging and retching.

One look at the vile, toad like human being in front of him would be enough to make a man impotent for the rest of his life. Voldemort thought.

"Dolores Umbridge," he spoke coldly, still trying to get that nauseating thought out of his head. "Turn around and face me."

The lady turned to look at him up and down.

"Are you playing dress-up to try and convince me You-Know-Who has returned?" she tutted. "We can't have that now can we. After all, You-Know-Who is dead, thanks to the efforts of the Ministry."

Fury enveloped within him, Voldemort cast his most powerful Cruciatus Curse on the woman. He relished in hearing her screams. "Get out, Lucius," he bellowed. "Dolores and I are going to have a little private time."

Lucius fled.

"Dolores Umbridge," he drawled slowly in an emotionless tone. "I think it's time I show you I truly have returned."

"CRUCIO."

Dolores started screaming again.

When she opened her eyes from the pain Voldemort had his formerly bloodied but now healed hand in front of her.

"You see these lines, saying I Must Not Tell Lies," he snarled. "You made Harry Potter write that. I took his blood to be resurrected earlier this year. And now that I share his blood I was also a recipient of those blasted detentions you gave him. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH PAIN YOU PUT ME THROUGH?"

Dolores Umbridge now fully believed that You-Know-Who was indeed back. Even worse, she was finding it out because she made Harry Potter take detention with her.

"CRUCIO." Hearing the toad scream was like heaven to Voldemort.

"But I am not going to kill you," he spoke coldly. Dolores whimpered. "Not tonight, anyway. I am going to keep you hear and I am going to have my Death Eaters use you for target practice."

IlIlIlI

So when a few months later when he broke his followers out of Azkaban, he encouraged them to do target practice on her. He wanted her preserved so she could be the victim of several spells.

After she had simply vanished a few months prior from the public eye he ensured Lucius manipulated Cornelius Fudge to let Dumbledore hire someone proper for the role of Defence. He did not want another one of Fudge's flunkies antagonising Harry Potter. Likely one of them might accidentally kill him. Harry Potter was his to kill. HIS.

Severus Snape was the only Death Eater not present. The man had a facade to protect at Hogwarts.

"BELLA, DON'T," he screeched at her.

But it was too late. However Voldemort shouting her name surprised her that her wand moved slightly aiming the Cutting Curse not at Dolores neck, but at the strap on the woman's blouse. The Cutting Curse cut through the strap and Dolores Umbridge's blouse just fell off.

However as Dolores did not wear a bra, her full frontal was on display to all the Death Eaters in the room including Voldemort.

Voldemort's breathing hitched and he started struggling for air. He was not aware his Death Eaters were screaming in terror and were either killing themselves or obliviating themselves (and killing themselves when that didn't work).

He fell on the ground clutching his chest. He was well aware he was having a stroke combined with a heart attack.

No, this couldn't happen. He couldn't die here. He was unable to reach out to his Horcruxes though and he knew why. He needed his heart and lungs to survive encounters like with Harry Potter but they were failing him fast.

Half an hour later and he was dead. One of the Killing Curses cast in the room shot right at Dolores Umbridge, instantly killing her. Her constraints had freed with the death of Voldemort and her body fell to the ground, right on her blouse that had fallen off of her.

When Severus Snape showed up a few days later to investigate the reason why the Dark Mark had disappeared he found a scene reminiscent of Jonestown.

He levitated the dead bodies of Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew and left the grisly room.

The war was over. And Sirius Black got his trial and went free.

AN: I sometimes wondered if Harry's punishments with Umbridge writing lines would affect Voldemort aswell. They do -at this point- share blood. Here's the result.