Harry pov

I was currently sitting in an extremely pink room. Umbridge office. She set a piece of paper and a quill down in front of me.

She smiled at me "alright Mr. potter. For your outburst in class I'm going to have you write some lines for me."

I sighed and picked up the quill "what do you want me to write?"

She smiled "oh I think 'I must not tell lies' would do nicely." I started to some ink out of my bag. "oh that won't be necessary just start writing."

I looked at her suspiciously but I started writing. I wrote it down one time then I got a searing pain in my hand and I looked at it. On my hand dripping red was the words 'I must not tell lies' I looked back at the paper and written in red were the same words. I had a sneaking suspicion that this pen wrote in my blood. The wound started to disappear but I kept staring at my hand.

Umbridge looked over to me with a smile "is there a problem Mr. potter?"

I swallowed trying to hide the fact that I was in pain "no professor." And just like that for hours I wrote the same words over and over again each time it would start to fade right when I started writing again.

It was about midnight when she finally dismissed me. As I walked down the hall I clutched my hand which was dripping blood. After about an hour the words stopped fading. I walked through the portrait hole. Everyone was asleep. I walked up the stairs and got in bed. And to think I had a whole week of detentions.

(A/N - hey guys! I won't be able to update next week due to going on band tour :) I play the Trombone. So I'm gonna give you a bonus chapter! If you want you can read it now but you also can save it for later:) Enjoy!)