Educational Abuse

Let us just ignore the fact I have not posted in a year, the usual summary: I have NEVER I repeat NEVERRR understood why on Earth Harry didn't report it when Umbridge literally tortured him and carved scars into his hands? Like I get that Harry has pride but it is not going to classify as weak if you tell the ministry or at least Dumbledore about the abuse? Also as a good friend Ron should have told someone even if Harry for some reason unknown refused to. That whole situation is so daft. Anyways enjoy what SHOULD HAVE happened.

Hermione gasped,

"Harry what is that on your hand?" she asked, clearly concerned.

"Erm, nothing" Harry said uneasily, whipping his hand behind his back.

Hermione proceeded to yank Harry's arm out from behind his back and let out an enraged gasp as she observed the severe wounds on Harry's hands.

"I must not tell lies." She read aloud shakily.

"Oh my Gosh Harry, is this what Umbridge has been doing to you in detention?!" she exclaimed hoarsely.

She seemed to take Harry's silence as a confirmation,

"But- but you said she only made you write lines!" Hermione said, looking at Harry with confusion.

"These are lines too" Harry said feebly attempting a light joke.

"I don't understand why haven't you told anyone, Dumbledore, Ron's dad, The ministry, McGonagall? Anyone?" Hermione said angrily.

"That would let Umbridge win!" Harry said equally angrily.

"Harry this isn't 'winning' or losing, this is child abuse!" Hermione shouted at him. He flinched.

"If you aren't going to tell someone, I am" Hermione said defiantly, clenching her jaw.

"This is my business Hermione!" Harry yelled.

"No, because I am willing to bet she is doing it to other students as well. And also as a friend I need to do what is best for you. If you wouldn't do the same the other way round then you are not a good friend" Hermione said calmly.

That was like a dagger in Harry's chest. He bowed his head considering. There was still a part of him telling him that complaining someone would show weakness and cause Umbridge triumph but part of him knew what was right.

"McGonagall?" he asked

"McGonagall." Hermione said pushing open the portrait of the fat lady.

"Don't be too late!" The fat lady yelled to them as the portrait swung shut.

They walked in silence till they reached the large oak door leading to Professor McGonagalls' office.

Harry took a breathe, then knocked on the door.

After a moment Professor McGonagalls voice called out "Enter".

Harry and Hermione entered the room, it had an unusually large fire place and vast windows now overlooking the dim Quiddich pitches.

"Potter, Miss Granger, do you need anything?" McGonagall said, looking up from her desk.

Wordlessly, Harry strode over, and reached out his hand. She took in a sharp breathe and carefully examined the wounds etched into his skin.

"I assume this is the work of Dolores?" She asked, Harry was taken aback by the pure hatred in her voice as she said Umbridge's name.

He nodded briskly. He noticed that Hermione hung back, at the entrance of the office.

"Has that being been doing this to anyone else?" McGonagall seethed between her teeth.

"Not that we know of" Hermione spoke up.

"Actually yesterday I saw some on Lee's hands" Harry contradicted.

"Lee Jordan?" Professor McGonagall questioned.

Harry nodded. Professor McGonagall strode over to the fireplace and threw some green powder into it, she proceeded to stick her head into the green flames. Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry.

"Filtch, could you fetch Lee Jordan and bring him to my office?" Harry heard McGonagall say into the fire.

A second later McGonagall emerged out of the flames, "Mr Jordan will be here any minute"

In the mean time, McGonagall took her wand and with a brief flick, conjured two chairs for Harry and Hermione, they didn't hesitate to sit down.

A knock sounded on the door and then Lee Jordan shuffled inside.

"Have I done anything? I told filtch those cockroach clusters in Snapes' soup wasn't m-" Lee cut off as he saw Hermione and Harry.

"Mr Jordan, have you been abused by Professor Umbridge?" Mcgonagall said swiftly.

Lee shot an anxious and questioning look at Harry, he nodded.

Lee, took of his cloak and showed Professor McGonogall his hand.

"Mockery of the Ministry is Monstrous" McGonogall read from his hands.

Silently, she conjured another chair for Lee, who promptly sat down.

She interlocked her finger and looked at them one by one.

"This is what I shall do, I will report this to the Headmaster, in the meantime, it is unnecessary to alert Dolores of my knowledge. Is that clear?" McGonagall asked.

They all nodded.

"Please report if anyone else starts to have wounds on their hands."

"Will that Bitch get fired?!" Lee exclaimed.

Professor McGonagall tried to give him a disapproving look but the corners of her mouth twerked up.

"hopefully" Harry said../p