It was after midnight by the time Tonks and Kingsley escorted Umbrige into an interview room in the Auror Department. The room contained a rectangular table with two chairs on one side and one on the opposite side and nothing else.

"If you wouldn't mind waiting here ma'am," said Kingsley, "Auror Tonks and I will be with you in just a moment."

"But of course dears," simpered Umbrige, "take all the time you need."

As the two auror's left Tonks said, "thank you ma'am, we'll be with you as soon as possible."

When the two Aurors left Umbridge began to plan how she would answer their questions. She would of course need to appear horrified by what had happened to the boy. She briefly debated on who she could pin her actions on. She could claim it was another professor; but no that wouldn't work. There would be a record of the detention. Yes she decided that would be perfect, the poor boy had forgotten his quill, and had taken one of her ministry approved blood quills by accident. This was all just an honest mistake, that's all. A few minutes after she made her decision the pair of auror's returned to the room.

Pushing a piece of parchment and a quill towards her, Kingsley requested "please sign this parchment indicating that you are here of your own free will and that you intend to answer any and all questions truthfully to the best of your knowledge."

Umbridge picked up the quill and quickly signed her name. "Yes, yes. Of course, let's get on with it," she muttered.

Once she signed Tonks took out some parchment,ink and a quill, and prepared to take notes on the interview.

Kingsley began the interview, "do you understand why you are here?"

Umbridge nodded her head, "yes, I believe one of my students has accused me of using a blood quill on them."

"Did you use a blood quill on any of your students?" asked Kingsley.

At this a look of horror came over Umbridge's face. "No, of course not. I would never do such a thing," she insisted.

Careful to keep his face blank, Kingsley asked, "do you have any idea why a student might accuse you of using a blood quill on them?"

"Hmmm, no, oh wait, muttered Umbridge, "there was a student in my afternoon class. Oh, what was his name…n-something. Ah it was Nott, Theodore Nott, he refused to remove his hat when I asked him to. And then his little boyfriend Potter started telling me that I should just let him wear his hat. So I asked them both to leave and gave Mr. Nott a "detention." Here she gave a little shrug "Maybe Mr. Potter or Mr Nott is upset with me?" she suggested.

Kingsley nodded solemnly, "Maybe, and did Mr. Nott show up to detention? What did you have him do?"

"Oh yes, he showed up right on time, I just had him write lines."

"Ah very good, a typical detention," said Kingsley. "And can you tell me what you had him write?" he asked.

Umbridge shrugged, "Oh I don't really remember, does it really matter?"

Here Tonks shuffled her notes, "I wouldn't happen to have been 'I shall not tell lies' would it?" she asked.

Umbridge raised her eyebrow, "possibly, that does sound familiar."

Just then there was a knock on the door; at Kingsley's word a junior auror entered the room, handing a box to Kingsley he said, "here you go sir, we found it."

Standing up Kingsley took the box grinning, he thanked the young Auror. When the Auror left, Kingsley placed the box onto the table and pushed it across to Umbridge. "Professor," he asked, "do you recognize the contents of this box?"

Peering into the box she found it contained the four blood quills she kept in her office. Swallowing thickly she answered, "I believe these are blood quills, wherever did you get them?"

Raising an eyebrow Kingsley replied "you don't recognize these particular quills? They were found in your office. Can you tell me what a Hogwarts Professor would be doing with blood quills?"

Umbridge's eyes darted back and forth in panic as she attempted to come up with an answer. "I-I-I may be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor but I am also the under secretary to the minister. Sometimes I must use a blood quill to sign important documents," she said slowly.

Leaning forward Kingsley asked, "so if we were to check, we would find that all of these blood quills have been properly signed for and approved? And that they have only been used by you yourself and no one else?"

Umbridge began to tremble with nerves at Kingsley's question, but decided to stick to her story, "Yes, they are all signed for and approved, and of course I have been the only one to use them."

Here Kingsley grinned, "Good, then you won't mind if we check?" he asked as he picked up the box and began to leave the room followed by Tonks.

Just as Kingsley reached for the doorknob Umbridge squeaked out a panicked, "WAIT."

Turning back Tonks asked "yes is there anything else you have to add?"

"Y-y-yes," stuttered Umbridge, "w-w-when the Nott-t boy came to detention…" she trailed off.

"What about it?" pressed Kingsley.

"He…didn't have a quill…so I told him to take one from my desk. Perhaps he accidentally used one of the blood quills?" she postulated.

At her claim Kingsley and Tonks came back over to the table.

"Ma'am" said Kingsley, "you realize that this means that admitting to keeping blood quills where a student can easily get to them is the same as admitting to endangering students?"

Umbridge's face took on a sorrowful look, "yes," she said as a tear slipped down her cheek, "and I'm so sorry. I'll do whatever I can to make it right."

Kingsley's grin sharpened, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you ma'am. Please state that you understand that you are being arrested for endangering students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I understand," whimpered Umbridge.

With Umbridge's admission Kinglsey and Tonks led her off to the holding cells.

As she was placed in a cell Tonks informed her, "we have to hold you here for 72 hours while we continue our investigation. At the end of our investigation you will either let go or face a criminal trial. If you would like to speak to a solicitor please let the guards know."

When Hadrian woke he felt stiff and groggy due to the poor sleep he had gotten. It seems that it had become difficult for him to sleep without Theo in his arms. In the next bed Theo was blinking awake.

"Goodmorning," Hadrian whispered, "how did you sleep?"

Theo shrugged his shoulders, "I was on a lot of potions, so I guess as well as can be expected, I missed you though."

Hadrian smiled, "I missed you too. How does your hand feel?"

Theo frowned as he flexed his fingers, "it aches, but not as bad as yesterday."

Hadrian rolled out of bed and kissed Theo on the forehead, "good, I'll get Madame Pomfrey for you."

When Hadrian returned with Madame Pomfrey, the nurse got right to work checking on Theo's hand.

"Hmm," she said as she worked, "it looks to be healing nicely, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about the scar. How does it feel, dear?"

"It still aches a little," Theo said softly, "but it's better than it was last night."

"Good, good," said Pomfrey, "I'd like to keep you for today, but I think you'll be alright to leave by tonight."

"Ok, Madame Pomfrey," muttered Theo.

"Oh don't worry about missing class," assured Madam Pomfrey, "I'm sure your friends and Hadrian here will take notes and get your homework for you."

Hadrian gave a sharp nod, "and if you ask Dobby will get any books that you might want."

As Madame Pomfrey bustled off she let them know that breakfast would be delivered shortly.

Hadrian and Theo had a light breakfast in the Hospital wing, in the middle of which Draco and Blaize burst in.

"Theo, what happened?" exclaimed Draco.

Theo scowled, "I had detention with that fat pink toad, she made me write lines with a blood quill."

"Merda," Blaize swore, "that explains the rumors this morning."

"Oh what rumors?" asked Hadrian.

"Some people are saying that she got arrested last night," said Draco.

"Or that she's got called away on important ministry business." added Blaize.

"I think the best one is that it was discovered that she was a toad that got transfigured into a human," mentioned Draco.

Theo snorted at the last rumor before falling into a full belly laugh, "I could see that, it's hilarious."

It wasn't long before the rest of them joined in with Theos laughter.

At the racket they were making Madame Pomfrey came and shooed them all out, "well go on, I think it's time for you to get to class. Hadrian, you can come back for lunch."

Other than missing Theo throughout the day Hadrian had a fairly uneventful day. No one seemed to bother him at all, even the terrible trio left him alone. There were of course the rumors about Umbridge that seemed to keep everyone busy. But unsurprisingly there were also a few rumors about him and Theo. Some people were happy for them while others were upset. Some believed that they were married, while others thought they were just dating. What was surprising however was that other than a few people wishing him and Theo well, everyone seemed content to just leave him alone. At lunch Hadrian collected Theo's notes and homework from Draco and Blaize before returning to the Hospital Wing to have lunch with his husband.

The young couple went over their homework while they ate lunch. "How has it been today?" asked Theo.

"I've missed seeing you in the halls, but other than that, surprisingly ok."

The rest of the day was just as uneventful, yet tiring. By the time the day ended Hadrian was ready to take Theo back up to their rooms and cuddle by the fire before heading to bed. And that is exactly what they did. It wasn't until morning when they were sitting down to breakfast in their kitchen that things started to get annoying. Just as Dobby had delivered their breakfast and they were sitting down to eat, a strange owl delivered a copy of the Daily Profit.

When Hadrian opened the paper and caught sight of the front page article he muttered, "oh shit."

"What is it?" asked Theo as he peered over Hadrian's shoulder. "Oh," he murmured, "well, I guess we won't have to tell anyone else huh?"

Boy-Who-Lived Married at 15