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She handed him a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point. I want you to write I must not tell lies, she told him softly. How many times. Harry asked, with a Apex mx photography imitation of politeness. Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in, said Umbridge sweetly. Off you go. She moved over to her desk, sat down, and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. Harry raised the sharp black quill and then realized what was missing. You havent given me any ink, he said. Oh, you wont need ink, said Professor Umbridge with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice. Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies. He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harrys right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel - yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth. Harry looked around at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile. Yes. Nothing, said Harry quietly. He looked back at the parchment, placed the quill upon it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, visit web page 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. Darkness fell outside Umbridges window. Harry did not ask when he would be allowed to stop. He did not even check his watch. He knew she was watching him for signs of weakness and he was not going to show any, not even if he had to sit here all night, cutting open his own hand with this quill. Come here, she this web page, after what seemed hours. He stood up. His hand was stinging painfully. When he looked down at it he saw that the cut had healed, but that the skin there was red raw. Hand, she said. He extended it. She took it in her own. Harry repressed a shudder as she touched him with her thick, stubby fingers on which she wore a number of ugly old rings. Tut, tut, I dont seem to have made much of an impression yet, she said, smiling. Well, well just have to try again tomorrow evening, wont we. You may go. Harry left her office without a word. The school was quite deserted; it was surely past midnight. He walked slowly up the corridor then, when he had turned the corner and was sure that she would not hear him, broke into a run. He had not had time to practice Vanishing Spells, had not written a single dream in his dream diary, and had not finished the drawing of the bowtruckle, nor had he written his essays. He skipped breakfast next morning to scribble down a couple of made-up dreams for Divination, their first lesson, and was surprised to find a disheveled Ron keeping him company. How come you didnt do it last night. Harry asked, as Ron stared wildly around the common room for inspiration. Ron, who had been fast asleep when Harry got back to the dormitory, muttered something about doing other stuff, bent low over his parchment, and scrawled a few words. Thatll have to do, he said, slamming the diary shut, Ive said I dreamed I was buying a new pair of shoes, she cant make anything weird out of that, can she. They hurried off to North Tower together. How was detention with Umbridge, anyway. What did she make you do. Harry hesitated for a fraction of a second, then said, Lines. Thats not too bad, then, eh. said Ron. Nope, said Harry. Hey - I forgot - did she let you off for Friday. No, said Harry. Ron groaned sympathetically. It was another bad day for Harry; he was one of the worst in Transfiguration, not having practiced Vanishing Spells at all. He had to give up his lunch hour to complete the picture of the bowtruckle, and meanwhile, Professors McGonagall, Grubbly-Plank, and Sinistra gave them yet more homework, which he had no prospect of finishing that evening because of his second detention with Umbridge. To cap it all, Angelina Johnson tracked him down at dinner again and, on learning that he would not be able to attend Fridays Keeper tryouts, told him she was not at all impressed by his attitude and that she expected players who wished to remain on the team to put training before their other commitments. Im in detention. Harry yelled after her as she stalked away. Dyou think Id rather be stuck in a room with that old toad or playing Quidditch. At least its only lines, click Hermione consolingly, as Harry sank back onto his bench and looked down at his steak-and-kidney pie, which he no longer fancied very much. Its not as if its a dreadful punishment, really. Harry opened his mouth, closed it again, and nodded. He was not really sure why he was not telling Ron and Hermione exactly what was happening in Umbridges room: He only knew that he did not want to see their looks of horror; that would make the whole thing seem worse and therefore more difficult to face. He also felt dimly that this was between himself and Umbridge, a private battle of wills, and he was not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing that he had complained about it. I cant believe how much homework weve steam bristol events, said Ron miserably. Well, why didnt you do any last night. Hermione asked him. Where were you anyway. I was. I fancied a walk, said Ron shiftily. Harry had the distinct impression that he was not alone in concealing things at the moment. The second detention was just as bad as the previous one. The skin on the back of Harrys hand became irritated more quickly now, red and inflamed; Harry thought it unlikely to keep healing as effectively for long. Soon the cut would remain etched in his hand and Umbridge would, perhaps, be satisfied. He let no moan of pain escape him, however, and from the moment of entering the room to the moment of his dismissal, again past midnight, he said nothing but Good evening and Good night. His homework situation, however, was now desperate, and when he returned to the Gryffindor common room thanks counter strike яндекс диск healthy! did not, though exhausted, go to bed, but opened his books and began Snapes moonstone essay. It was halfpast two by the time he had finished it. He knew he had done a poor job, but there was no help for it; unless he had something to give in he would be in detention with Snape next. He then dashed off answers to the questions Professor McGonagall had set them, cobbled together something on the proper handling of bowtruckles for Professor Grubbly-Plank, and staggered up to bed, where he fell fully clothed on top of the bed covers and fell asleep immediately. Thursday passed in a haze of tiredness. Ron seemed very sleepy too, though Harry could not see why he should be. Harrys third detention passed in the same way as the previous two, except that after two hours the words I must not tell lies did not fade from the back of Harrys hand, but remained scratched there, oozing droplets of blood. The pause in the pointed quills scratching made Professor Umbridge look up. Ah, she said softly, moving around her desk to examine his hand herself. Good. That ought to serve as a reminder to you, oughtnt it. You may leave for tonight. Do I still have to come back tomorrow. said Harry, picking up his schoolbag with his left hand rather than his smarting right. Oh yes, said Professor Apex mx photography, smiling widely as before. Yes, I think we can etch the message a little deeper with another evenings work. He had never before considered the possibility that there might be another teacher in the world he hated more than Snape, but as he walked back toward Gryffindor Tower he had to admit he had found a contender. Shes evil, he thought, as he climbed a staircase to the seventh floor, shes an evil, twisted, this web page, old - Ron. He had reached the top of the stairs, turned right, and almost walked into Ron, who was lurking behind a statue of Lachlan the Lanky, clutching his broomstick. He gave a great leap of surprise when he saw Harry and attempted to hide his new Cleansweep Eleven behind his back. What are you doing. Er - nothing. What are you doing. Harry frowned at him. Come on, you can tell me. What are you hiding here for. Im - Im hiding from Fred and George, if you must know, said Ron. They just went past with a bunch of first years, I bet theyre testing stuff on them again, I mean, they cant do it in the common room now, can they, not with Hermione there. He was talking in a very fast, feverish way. But what have you got your broom for, you havent been flying, have you. Harry asked. I - well - well, okay, Ill tell you, but dont laugh, all right. Ron said defensively, turning redder with every second. I-I thought Id try out for Gryffindor Keeper now Ive got a decent broom. There. Go on. Laugh. Im not laughing, said Harry. Ron blinked. Its a brilliant idea. Itd be really cool if you got on the team. Ive never seen you play Keeper, are you good. Im not bad, said Ron, who looked immensely relieved at Harrys reaction. Charlie, Fred, and George always made me Keep for them when they were training during the holidays. So youve been practicing tonight. Every evening since Tuesday. just on my own, though, Ive been trying to bewitch Quaffles to fly at me, but it hasnt been easy and I dont know how much use itll be. Ron looked nervous and anxious. Fred and George are going to laugh themselves stupid when I turn up for the tryouts. They havent stopped taking the mickey out of me since I got made a prefect. I wish I was going to be there, said Harry bitterly, as they set off together toward the common room. Yeah, so do - Harry, whats that on the back of your hand. Harry, who had just scratched his nose with his free right hand, tried to hide it, but had as much success as Ron with his Cleansweep. Its just a cut - its nothing - its - But Ron had grabbed Harrys forearm and pulled the back of Harrys hand up level with his eyes. There was a pause, during which he stared at the words carved into the skin, then he released Harry, looking sick. I thought you said she was giving you lines. Harry hesitated, but after all, Ron had been honest with him, so he told Ron the truth about the hours he had been spending in Umbridges office. The old hag. Ron said in a revolted whisper as they came to a halt in front of the Fat Lady, who was dozing peacefully with her head against her frame. Shes sick. Go to McGonagall, say something. No, said Harry at once. Im not giving her the satisfaction of knowing shes got to me. Got to you. You cant let her get away with this. I dont know how much power McGonagalls got over her, said Harry. Dumbledore, then, tell Dumbledore. No, said Harry flatly. Why not. Hes got enough on his here, said Harry, but that was not the true reason. He was not going to go to Dumbledore for help when Dumbledore had not spoken to him once since last June. Well, I reckon you should - Ron began, but he was interrupted by the Fat Lady, who had been watching them sleepily and now burst out, Are you going to give me the password or will I have to stay awake all night waiting for you to finish your conversation. Friday dawned sullen and sodden as the rest of the week. Though Harry glanced toward the staff table automatically when he entered the Great Hall, it was without real hope of seeing Hagrid and he turned his mind immediately to his more pressing problems, such as the mountainous pile of homework he had to do and the prospect of yet another detention with Umbridge. Apex mx photography things sustained Harry that day. One was the thought that it was almost the weekend; the other was that, dreadful though his final detention with Umbridge was sure to be, he had a distant view of the Quidditch pitch from her window and might, with luck, be able to see something of Rons tryout. These were rather feeble rays of light, it was true, but Harry was grateful for anything that might lighten his present darkness; he had never had a worse first week of term at Hogwarts. At five oclock that evening he knocked on Professor Umbridges office door for what he sincerely hoped would be the final time, was told to enter and did so. The blank parchment lay ready for him on the lace-covered table, the pointed black quill beside it. You know what to do, Mr. Potter, said Umbridge, smiling sweetly over at him. Harry picked up the quill and glanced through the window. If he just shifted his chair an inch or so to the right. On the pretext of shifting himself closer to the table he managed it. He now had a distant view of the Gryffindor Quidditch team soaring up and down the pitch, while half a dozen black figures stood at the foot of the three high goalposts, apparently awaiting their turn to Keep. It was impossible to tell which one was Ron at this distance. I must not tell lies, Harry wrote. The cut in the back of his right hand opened and began to bleed afresh. I must not tell lies. The cut dug deeper, stinging and smarting. I must not tell lies. Blood trickled down his wrist. He chanced another glance out of the window. Whoever was defending the goalposts now was doing a very poor job indeed. Katie Bell scored twice in the few seconds Harry dared watch. Hoping very much that the Keeper wasnt Ron, he dropped his eyes back to the parchment dotted with blood. I must not tell lies. I must not tell lies. He looked up whenever he thought he could risk it, when he could hear the scratching of Umbridges quill or the opening of a desk drawer. The third source to try out was pretty good, the fourth was terrible, the fifth dodged a Bludger exceptionally well but then fumbled an easy save. The sky was darkening so that Harry doubted he would be able to watch the sixth and seventh people at all.
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