"Come in Ms. Black" Amelia sighed and entered the pink office instantly feeling more annoyed.

"Have a seat" The professor said sweetly, Amelia obeyed without sparing her a glance.

Will she tell what I have to do or.. Maybe just sitting in this awful room is the punishment, yes i think it is.

"You will do lines Ms. Black" Umbridge said passing her the parchment sweetly. Amelia wanted to puke at her irritating smiles.

"Where's the ink?" She asked as she saw pen already there on desk.

"Oh you wont need them" Umbridge said.

"And what I have to write?" Amelia asked.

"I must learn to behave" Umbridge said turning to her with a smile. Ofcourse you should.

"How many line/pages?" Amelia asked.

"As long as it takes for the message to sink in" Umbridge said with a smile turning around. Amelia sighed began writing the lines. She reached till about half page until she started feeling painful itching in her hand, for a while she ignored it continuing writing. But the itching grew stronger and stronger, she scratched her hand Suddenly feeling liquid on her finger tips, she widened her eyes when she raised the fingers to see them covered in blood, in her own blood.

"Continue Ms. Black, I am afraid we dont have whole day" The professor called from her shoulder. Amelia clenched her jaw fuming in anger.

"This is torture" Amelia hissed glaring at the professor. She knew about the blood quills, but they were banned and this high inquisitor was using them on children.

"I said continue Ms. Black" Umbridge repeated herself. Amelia didnt continue instead she glared at the professor harder.

"I think you want The Weasley twins to do it on your behalf or I should probably expel them for bringing the weasley products in the school again, hm?" Umbridge asked with a mischevious glint in her eyes. Amelia widened her eyes.

"I will tell everyone" Amelia threatened.

"But they wont be admitted again after being expelled" Umbridge said in a mocking tone. Amelia clenched her jaw, going back to writing with an annoyed look.

She kept writing furiously endlessly, two pages done and she couldnt feel her hand anymore. The white shirt which she wore was probably soaked in her own blood but she didnt dare look at it, seeing blood makes her dizzy. An hour passed and both her hands felt dead, while the professor sipped her tea fondly watching her struggle.

Hot tears brimmed her eyes it hurt really bad. She kept swallowing the tears because crying in front of her will give her more satisfaction and Amelia wont let that happen.

Amelia write lightly

Her mother called in her head. Great timing mum. Amelia said sarcastically in her head. She remembered Harry telling her the same. She tried writing lightly and felt ut hurt less, but it still hurt. She wrote many pages until the professor decided to call it off.

"I think thats enough. For today" Umbridge said smiling and approaching her. Amelia threw the paper and pen on the desk and ran out of her office with a clenched jaw.

"Amelia wait!" As soon as Amelia stepped out of the office she was stopped by a familiar voice.

"What!?" She asked annoyed turning around. The chosen one stood their with ice bags in his hands.

"Show me your hand" He said running towards her hastily. Amelia stared at him like he had grown three heads.

"What are you doing!?" She exclaimed withdrawing her hand from his grip. Her head throbbing badly.

"I know what happened inside come here." Harry said politely this time. Amelia couldnt believe her ears. He tried to hold her bruised hand as softly as possible but she winced. He held her other hand instead and pulled her to the deserted corner of the corridor. She didnt realise that she wasnt fighting any of his actions.

He made her sit on the stone pavement and brought his wand. He let out a shuddered breath before slowly rolling her blood soaked sleeve up. She kept her head stiff and high because she couldnt bear the sight.

Harry gasped as he saw the sentences were going to her upper arm and were very deep engraved. He looked up at her face and saw she was holding a blank face, it was fake, ofcourse it was hurting her.

"How many pages did you write?" He asked in a whisper meeting her eyes.

"Sixteen" she muttered in a small voice looking away. She heard Harry sigh and he started muttering spells with his wand pointed at her hand. Why is he doing this?

Because he is just as kind as his mother.

Amelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her mother's words in her head. Even her mother was the fan of chosen one besides her dad. A searing pain striked in Amelia's arm making her yelp loudly and hiss in pain.

"Do you even know the spells!?" She hissed to him. Worried he looked up to see her eyes bloodshot.

"I am sorry but Hermione tried these spells and I was fine–"

"You-you also did the same in detention?" Amelia asked interrupting him. He nodded gulping and going back to his work. Amelia's mouth parted in disbelief. She sighed and let him do his work, but the pain wasnt letting her stay calm.

"It hurts" She screeched muffling her shrieks. Harry held out his hand for her, she gave him a confused look.

"Hold it as tightly as you want, break as many bones as you can" He said in a bit playful tone trying to ease the pain off. After pausing for a moment Amelia decided to hold his hand.

"Sorry in advance" Harry said and kept muttering spells pointed at her hand. She tried very hard to not show how much it hurt but ended up almost breaking his hand. She fluttered shut her eyes as whatever he was doing stung.

"Is it done?" She asked through gritted teeth. He didnt respond so she had to open her eyes to see, and as she opened her eyes heavy tear drops seeped out.

"Almost done" He said worried feeling uneasy because of her bloodshot gaze on him.

"Leave it–" She almost yelled but he kept holding her hand and interrupted her.

"Done" He said slowly letting her hand go. She let out a relieved shuddered breath slowly raising her hand to see what he had done. The shirt was fully blood stained, but the blood had stopped running. I must learn to behave – engraved multiple times on her skin, red bruises and swelling all over her hand. She didnt realise that tears were running down her face until she felt Harry's slightly trembling hand wiping them away.

She looked up to meet his eyes, a slight pained look on his face. He genuinely seemed worried. He offered her a small weak smile and she found herself returning it.

"It'll be alright in a few days, here take this" He whispered handing her the ice bag.

"Thanks" She said in less than whisper but he heard, she looked down taking the bag. She rolled her sleeve back down and stood up followed by him.

"Erm Amelia– uh I want to ask something– um actually kind of need your help" He said nervously, Amelia frowned.

"You see um we have made a plan– first of all you know that Umbridge is not teaching properly and– and er we think, me and my friends, that we should tutor ourselves, I mean we need a tutor for that ofcourse, so um you are very good with spells and everything so..." Harry trailed off nervous under her intense judgemental gaze. A bitter look striked on Amelia's face.

"So you want me to tutor your lot?" Amelia asked calmly. Harry nodded vigorously. Amelia hummed staring at him.

"Who gave you this idea?" Amelia asked squinting her eyes.

"Um we discussed it with Sirius, he also told us about the Order of Phoenix and all and we think you are the perfect tutor for us" Harry said in a small voice. Just on the mention of her father Amelia couldnt help but glare at the chosen one.

"So you did all this nice act, to make me agree to your stupid plan?" Amelia asked in a harsh tone.

"What– No!– I- we– this was not an act, I was genuinely worried. Also I was either way coming to ask you about the plan" Harry exclaimed but Amelia omly folded her arms and looked away with a grumpy look.

"So you are telling me that, my father and you all discussed that I will be a good tutor, but My father still didnt find it conviniet to talk to me, he sent you for, seriously!?" Amelia retorted.

"You slashed water on him before he could talk to you!"

"There were many other ways if he really wanted to talk to me!"

"He tries, but you are the one who keeps pushing him away!"

"Yeah right! I am the one who has got a new father and completely ignores my real one!" Amelia yelled furiously.

"What!? You think Sirius ignores you!?" Harry exclaimed with a wierd look.

"Get lost Potter before I break your skull!" Amelia yelled threateningly.

"You know what I was the insane one who thought there was some sense in you and you would understand!" Harry yelled back storming off leaving a heavily fuming Amelia.

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A couple of days passed since Harry and Amelia's heated arguement. Both turn their ways whenever get the sight of each other. From a few sources Amelia got to know that Harry and his other companions have successfully formed a secret organisation, one of those sources was Fred.

Hermione many times tried to approach Amelia for the same thing but she was most of the time either stopped by Harry or Amelia would storm off. But Hermione did stop trying, whenever Amelia and her would meet in dorm, Hermione missed no chance to start the topic of their new organisation, which Amelia would barely listen.

Amelia couldnt understand why Hermione was trying so hard on convincing her and also how could she trust Amelia when both of them wete not even close to be close. 

"What is the problem with it Amelia?" Hermione whined as Amelia quickly covered herself in the duvet.

"We need your support Amelia.. Please!" Hermione tried once again.

"I dont think so" Amelia replied.

"No thats not true! We need you Amelia! You are smarter than all of us! Please, you already know that the dark wizard is on rise, we are at danger Amelia! all of us along with Harry! we need to do it for ourselves, for saving our loved ones, for friends and family!" Hermione exclaimed. Amelia stayed quite not facing her.

"For Cedric.." Hermione added in a different tone. A heavy breath left Amelia's mouth on the mention of the name.

"I know what you dealt with Amelia.. you still miss him.. i have seen you many times crying holding his picture, that ring in your hand, it was from him right?  You never take that off, will you really not fight for him? Dont you think he needs to be avenged? " Hermione finished with a slight pained tone.

Amelia swallowed back the heavy lump in her throat. Hermione's words were acting upon her.  Amelia slowly sat up on the bed, her back facing Hermione.

"I am in"

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