WARNING:
Blood Quill scene
Alura was rummaging through her and Katerina's closet, looking for her black stockings to go with her uniform. Katerina was waiting impatiently since Alura was making them late.
"Alura, I don't understand why you even wear stockings with your uniform. It's not required."
"I know. I just don't like showing my legs," Alura replied with her head still in the closet.
"Let me see if I can find anything."
Katerina looked across the room when her eyes landed on her dresser. She pulled her drawer out and scanned through it before she saw black stockings.
"I found some!" Katerina called.
Alura's head sped up as she sprinted over to Katerina. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Alura chanted hurriedly. She put on the stockings and then put on her skirt.
"Well, we're already late on our second day. Great," Katerina said. She grabbed Alura's hand and began running out of the common room.
"My tie! It's not on!" Alura said as she held up the green tie.
Katerina turned around and began walking backward while putting Alura's tie on. "All done." The two walked into the DADA classroom to be greeted with many eyes on them and the voice of Dolores Umbridge.
"And who might you ladies be? And why are you so late?" asked Umbridge.
"Uh... I'm Katerina, and this is Alura. We just had a small emergency."
"Have a seat," Umbridge said as she walked toward the aisle.
Hermione was flipping through the book that Umbridge had given out before Katerina or Alura arrived. Hermione furrowed her brows and said, "there's nothing in here about using defensive spells."
"Using spells?" Umbridge said as if she were joking and giggled. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."
"We're not gonna use magic?" Ron questioned disbelievingly.
"You will be learning about spells in a secure, risk-free way."
"What use is that? If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk-free," said Harry.
"Students will raise their-"
"For once, I agree with Harry," Alura interrupted Umbridge.
"Again, students will raise their hand when they speak in my class," Umbridge said a little stricter than before. "It is the view of the ministry that a theoretical knowledge would be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which, after all, is what school is all about."
Alura furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head in disapproval.
"How's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Harry snapped a little.
"There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine would want to attack children like yourself?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort," Harry said sarcastically.
The classroom fell silent; you could hear a pencil drop, as Umbridge said, "let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark wizard had returned. This is a lie."
"It's not a lie!" Alura and Harry said at once.
"Alura and I saw him. We fought him!"
"I watched him drop dead!" Alura added.
"It's all lies."
"Do you think Alura stabbed my leg for fun?" Harry scoffed.
"Should've," Alura mumbled.
"Detention, Mister Potter and Miss Salvatore!" Umbridge said at once.
"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory almost dropped dead on his own accord?" Harry fumed.
"Cedric Diggory's near-death was a tragic incident," Umbridge declared.
"It would've been a murder!" Alura and Harry said in sync.
"Enough!" shouted Umbridge. "See me in my office later."
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Alura walked into Umbridge's office. It was awfully bright. Alura started comparing it to one of those barbie commercials that air on TV, with few differences. Harry was already there. His leg was bouncing up and down as he sat in one of Umbridge's pink-coated chairs. Alura didn't know whether it was his nerves or if he just wanted to get it over with.
"Finally," said Umbridge.
"Hello to you too," Alura mumbled. "So... what do we do?"
"You all will be writing some lines for me," said Umbridge.
Harry looked at her skeptically but took out his quill and inkpot anyway. (Weird thought, but why tf did they use quills in Hp?? It's only set in the 90's not the 1800's lmaoo.)
"Not with your quill. You'll be using a rather special one of mine..."
"I don't know what the difference is, but okay," mumbled Harry.
Umbridge went to her desk and took two quills out of her drawer. She stepped back over to the students and placed them on their desks. They waited for Umbridge to tell them what to write but soon realized that she was just standing there.
"Uh... what do you want us to write?" asked Alura.
"'I must not tell lies,'" Umbridge answered her.
Harry rolled his eyes but began writing anyway, soon Alura followed along. After about ten lines, Harry felt something sting on his hand. He looked up, and sure enough, 'I must not tell lies' was carved on his hand. Harry shook his head for Alura to stop writing, but she didn't pay any attention. Umbridge watched the scene play out in satisfaction as she dismissed them both to leave. Harry quickly left the room but waited for Alura outside the office.
"Let me see your hand," Harry demanded.
"Why?"
Harry didn't reply but took her hand out of her pocket. He inspected the scar, which didn't go too deep, luckily, but he still used a healing charm.
"Thanks...?" Alura said with unsureness. She wasn't sure why Harry wanted to help her. Barely two days ago, he was manipulating her.
"Geez, at least act like you mean it," Harry rolled his eyes and set off to his common room.
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I just watched T*m F*ltons scripted ass 'apology' (he didn't even apologize) he's comparing trans rights to HIS DOG.
Wtf is wrong with him. I sat through eight whole minutes of that video and not a single apology was heard.
If you support him, get off my story rn.
Anyways, to all the people who don't support him, have a nice day!
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Fanfiction❝I love him so much that it fucking hurts. If this were an alternate universe, we'd be a normal couple. Our first date would be a cheesy movie date - with a terrible movie, but we'd laugh anyway because we were having fun.❞ In which Alura Malia Salv...
