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Mind Talking between Familiar/Bonded

There was something in the air and it seemed as if only Harry could feel it. A type of heaviness that Harry has long since known was associated with heavy rain, supernatural rain.

A type of rain that could only be summoned by only a few people, Poseidon, Triton, or his father. At least, they were the usual culprits when the air felt as dense and cloudy as it seemed.

It was as if the clouds outside his dorm didn't get the memo that they were supposed to be white and fluffy, appearing easily against the bright blue sky. These clouds were charcoal black, looming over the castle, ready to bring its wraith in seconds. Blocking any hint of the sky behind them.

Harry knew they were related to his father's side of the family because like Camp Half-Blood, Hogwarts had its own ward system that was only allowed certain weather. Yes, sometimes that included rain, but never the type of storm that was threatening them above. Supposedly the same type of weather that stormed the castle the last time his father made an appearance when he was in his first year.

"Harry?" A confused voice asked on the opposite side of the room.

"Go back to sleep, Neville," Harry said quietly as Eclipse's tail flickered against Harry's ear, his black cat was lying across his shoulders as Lunar, his familiar dragon, and Regina, his familiar Basilisk, was stretched across his bed with his Niffler Arya curled between them. They were all sleeping, something Harry couldn't bring himself to do, his magic tense inside him and burning for release.

"You sure?" Neville's groggy voice questioned as he propped himself upon his bed, his dirty blonde hair falling into his face briefly.

"Yeah," Harry quietly told his roommate who just shrugged and seemed to give up on holding himself up. The bed made some type of poof sound as Neville's body was folded back into his mattress.

Stealthily, Harry moved Eclipse off his shoulder, the cat blinking at him with a small glare from being dislodged, but curled on his pillow. Harry ran his finger down Lunar and Regina's backs, both of them stretching and letting out a purr and hiss respectively.

Seemingly to read his intent, his two familiars slowly melted into each of his hands and moved across his arms, settling on their respective place on his back and chest. With his familiars connected to him once more, his magic felt even more restless so Harry quickly shoved his socked feet into their shoes and was about to head out before seeing Arya watching him with her golden eyes.

Looking between his bed and Arya, he quietly moved back and let her crawl up his arm and settle on his shoulder, her balance somehow even better than a cat's. Leaving Neville to sleep, Harry made his way out of the dorm and through the backdoor of the Hufflepuff's common room, a barrel that was only one-way until you put in a specific combination.

Harry didn't know if either the portrait of Helga Hufflepuff or Madam Sprout knew about the backdoor, but the students certainly did and generally just used it to sneak into the kitchens for a late-night snack.

He wasn't using it for that purpose though as Harry snuck past one of the patrolling ghosts who inhabited the castle during the time the sun was creeping over the horizon. With Finch and the other teachers sleeping during this time, it was up to the ghosts and portraits to catch any students still awake and report them.

Having been seen by the ghosts before in order to run by the lake, no one stopped him as he made his way outside. Instead of going straight to the lake though, Harry moved to head down a grassy path he had memorized since the first year.

The windy path into the Forbidden Forest felt familiar and slowly eased some of Harry's restless magic. Not too long after, he entered a clearing that always took his breath away. Instead of the normal Beech, Oak, and Yew trees that scattered around the Forbidden Forest, they clearly opened up to reveal a singular Willow Tree enchanting the area, but instead of the green leaves that were common on them, these were a glittering silver that, under better lighting, seemed to gleam for anyone to see.

Scattered around the small opening that contained the tree, were dozens of unicorns, grazing and eating the leaves of the tree that had fallen onto the ground. Not that the tree looked as if its lost leaves, each branch was full and draping with its elegant polished leaves.

One unicorn, in particular, looked up at spotting Harry and pranced its way toward him. "Hi, Solar," Harry softly said, reaching up toward the muzzle of Solar as she dipped her head for him to pet.

The unicorn he saved in the First year greeted him like normal, gently biting his hair, leaving Arya alone, but not pulling. "I would love to hang, but I actually came to train and release some magic," Harry gently told his friend as he trailed his hand from her head and down her sleek furred neck.

Solar whinnied softly, nuzzled his hand, before turning and moving toward her mate and their new child that was watching curiously from beside his father.

Moving just past the clearing but still able to see them all, he found a few trees that were his practice dummies that he's used in the past to test spells on, especially for his DADA mastery.

Setting Arya, Regina, and Lunar down on the ground and watching them make their way toward the silver tree, Harry turned back toward the trees surrounding him, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

He reached with his metaphorical hand toward his magic inside him and 'watched' as the golden curls reached out and swirled up his hand. They were connected and every time he felt it, it always took Harry's breath away.

Snapping his eyes open and feeling his magic fill him like never before, Harry twirled on the spot and let his magic do what it wished. A bright fire, one that was colored a mixture of bright and dark green, erupted from his hand and splashed against the tree. But instead of catching onto the tree, it was like it couldn't catch on the wood and burn the substance.

With a brief thought, the liquid that contained the fire was extinguished, and the green fire was gone. Spinning toward another tree, Harry pushed his hand toward it and let his magic flow through him. Instead of the green fire, a burst of watch escaped his hand and encased the tree, freezing upon contact and making it look like a winter storm had only hit that tree.

Feeling his magic drain rapidly from the use of wandless magic, Harry turned and let his frustrations out on the next tree, a blast of concentrated wind left his hand and hit his next target dead center, its power, and force causing a hole about the size of a fist to go through the tree.

Breathing heavily as his magic overused itself, Harry steadied his breath as his lungs burned from the exerted force of using wandless magic. Stepping toward the tree with the hole in it, Harry hovered his hand just above the opening and concentrated his magic, directing it toward a task instead of letting it do its own thing.

Slowly, the magic of the tree responded to his own and Harry watched as the hole slowly closed itself, shimmering a golden yellow as the bark spider-webbed itself back together until it flashed a final gold and stopped glowing.

With that job finished, Harry let his hand back to his side and moved toward the tree that was still frozen from where he blasted it with frozen ice.

Resting his hand just above the ice, he let his magic melt the ice and watched as the water formed dripped onto the ground to be soaked up.

"You know, I certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to this," A male voice commented behind Harry as he heated up the last of the ice.

Whirling around, Harry tensed as he saw his Professor Newt Scamander standing behind him, a hand behind his hair as he awkwardly messed up the hair as he shifted from foot to foot and couldn't look Harry in the eye.

He was kinda adorable looking.

"What are you doing here?" Harry gracelessly asked, ignoring the past thought, as his eyes scanned behind his professor to see Regina and Lunar looking at them with curious eyes.

They weren't protective like he was expecting when someone was sneaking up on Harry, in fact, Harry thought they seemed dismissive toward his professor's presence.

"Ah, I had heard from a good source that there were Unicorns here. I often come when I can and see how the old herd is doing, half for research, half out of curiosity," Newt admitted as he turned his body toward the unicorns, his body already un-tensing slightly as his eyes roamed over the small herd that seemed uncaring of the two trespassers.

"Hagrid told you about them then?" Harry asked as he shook his shoulders slightly, loosening the tight muscles there from the sudden presence of someone else in his secret spot that only he knew about.

"Husband, actually. He visited this herd quite often through his years," Newt explained, his cheeks blushing slightly as he shifted from foot to foot, still unable to look at Harry.

Spotting the sun creeping through some of the dark clouds above him, Harry was accurately reminded that he still had breakfast and classes to get to. Plus, this conversation was already turning awkward given the last conversation he had with Newt Scamander he ran away given the Professor only saw him as the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Right, well, I got classes...to go to. So, uh, have fun?" Harry awkwardly stated, inching around the Professor and toward the tree where his familiars and Arya were already climbing down to meet him.

"Ah, yes, yes. You have a good day," Newt awkwardly told Harry as he ran another hand through his hair before trying to fix his tie. Trying being the keyword because it was clear to Harry that the man rarely ever wore a tie and that it was probably killing him to do so now.

"You don't have to wear a tie, most Professors don't. I don't know who told you, you did, but professors don't. It if makes you feel any better, that is," Harry rushedly said as he reached his hand down for Lunar and Regina, scooped Arya into his arms, and rushed away before his Professor could comment on the animals he just grabbed.

Harry never looked back, so he never saw the soft look Newt shot toward Harry's retreating back as his fingers instantly started loosening the tie and taking it off with a silent thought toward his husband on why he let him stress over the tie.

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Care of Magical Creatures was usually Harry's favorite class to go to, there was something about seeing and reading about the animals that always called to him. It was why Harry thought about being a Magiczoologist like the famous Scamander Duo.

But today, on the stormy day that felt like something was about to come, Harry was slightly dreading it because this year his class was at the end of the day, which meant afterward Harry would have detention right after dinner and briefly meeting with Madam Pomfrey to get the syllabus for his Healing Mastery for this year.

Because of how advanced Harry was compared to his year mates, Harry was actually ahead in a lot of classes, enough that they thought he might be able to complete and take his N.E.W.T.S a year early depending on how his O.W.L scores were along with completing his Masteries in Healing and Dueling early too.

Shaking those thoughts off to ponder later, Harry sat beside Neville who was staring at Professor Scamander with apprehension. "Do you think he might be like Hagrid?" Neville whispered in his ear, looking terrified that the teacher might have the mindset that no animal could hurt anyone.

Looking over toward the professor who was smiling toward a box that must contain the day's creature, Harry felt his lips twist upward in amusement. "Neville," Harry started with a slight smirk, "Newt Scamander is a world-renowned Magiczoologist because he studies creatures that most people would run away from within seconds...and you think he'll be better than Hagrid?"

Neville stared at Harry for a second before his eyes widened and he dropped his head into his palms. "We're dead. We're totally dead. I thought I might die from being your friend, but no, it's going to be the professor that finally does me in," Neville murmured with despair as Draco plopped on Harry's other side.

"What's he muttering about now?" Draco questioned Harry as he plopped his Care of Magical Creatures by Newt Scamander in front of him, the same book they had in previous years that is apparently going to be re-used this year, "Did you get a new creature to your collection?"

"We're dead. We're so, so, so dead," Neville moaned in despair.

"No," Harry told Draco as he ignored Neville's overdramatic, "Neville was just thinking that Professor Scamander wasn't going to be like Hagrid. I had to tell him that, if anything, he'll be worse."

Draco stared at Harry before letting out his own sigh. "Yeah, we're dead," Draco agreed with Neville who finally looked up and shared a mournful look with Draco.

"I don't know, I think it'll be an amazing experience. Think of all the creatures he's going to show us. I bet they're just misunderstood," Harry told his two best friends as he lounged back as their classmates slowly started showing up. He never saw the horrified looks Draco and Neville shared with one another.

Mostly because Harry was too busy watching their professor softly talk into the box with the creature, or creatures, that was probably going to be their assignment for the day. "He's kinda cute," Harry finally stated as he watched the Professor who looked like he was going to faint with nervousness, his hands fidgeting by his sides as he seemed to start muttering to himself and nodding. Like he was rehearsing what he was going to say and talk about.

"No," Draco jumped in, taking Harry's musings away from their professor, "you are not allowed to date a Magiczoologist. Who knows what trouble you two would end up in."

Harry shrugged before an amused thought entered his mind. "I don't know," he said with fake innocence, "think about how much trouble in bed he could be."

Refraining the bubbly laugh that wanted to escape him as Neville choked on his words, his face turning to Harry with redness dusting his cheeks. "What?" he coughed out looking almost as flustered as the professor.

"Harry, leave your fantasies for the bedroom," Draco instructed with a small glare, "And when I say bedroom, I mean never speak of your thoughts about Magiczoologists to yourself and leave Neville and I out of this. In fact, this moment never happened, we don't need to know about your preferences in boys."

Harry nodded even as his lips twitched in mirth. "So, can I tell you about my preferences in men then?" he asked with imitated innocence.

Neville let out a moan of despair as he hid his face once more. "Kill me now, I'm ready for it," he said, his voice muffled by his hands.

Laughing at Neville's reaction and Draco's glare, Harry looked back up to see the Professor looking at them with slight confusion before a light blush dusted his cheeks and he turned back around.

Yeah, he was certainly cute.

"Alright, is everyone here?" the professor finally asked, looking around the group, his eyes filtering from face to face before they instantly looked away.

"Right, well, I thought we'd start off relatively easy for those who have read their readings. Can anyone tell me what this creature is called?" the professor asked as he moved his hand from his shoulder and held a small green twig-like creature who looked at the group before it stuck out his green-leaf-like tongue and blew a raspberry at them.

Instantly amused at the creature, Harry raised his hand, instantly recognizing them because he knows the Bowtruckles have a small tree near the middle of the Great Lake that gets ignored by most students.

If anything, his hand being the only one raised seemed to momentarily fluster the professor but he seemed to calm down nearly seconds later, his shoulders relaxing and his eyes started to focus on his own.

Yeah, he had cute eyes, that was for sure.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson?" Their professor called out.

Curious enough, the small Bowtruckle in his hand seemed to perk up as well and seemed to stare at him with narrowed eyes. "They're Bowtruckles, sir," Harry responded smoothly as he relaxed next to Draco and Neville who were eying a creature like it was about seconds away from hopping out of the professor's hands and attacking them.

"5 Points to Hufflepuff," the professor responded with a small nod, his lips twitching upward as he thought of something funny, "can you tell me where they like to live?"

"They're tree-guardians, usually live in wand-trees. They're very protective of them though, so if you need some of the wood or leaves, they eat Woodlice and Fairy Eggs," Harry explained as his fingers itched to meet one of them but refrained. It's part of the reason he's left the nest alone on the Great Lake, they probably get enough guests through the years and Harry didn't want to stress them too much.

"Take another five points. So whenever you need leaves or wood from a tree in which a bowtruckle lodges, it is wise to have a gift of wood lice ready to distract or placate it. They may not look dangerous, but if angered they will gouge out human eyes with their fingers, which, as you can see, are very sharp and not at all desirable near the eyeballs. So if you'd like to gather closer, take a few wood lice and a bowtruckle — I have enough here for one between three — you can study them more closely. I want a sketch from each of you with all body parts labeled by the end of the lesson."

The class surged forward around the trestle table. (- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Page259)

"Uh, Harry, maybe you can grab our Bowtruckle? You know, since you're so good with creatures?" Neville awkwardly said as Draco nodded in agreement.

Refraining from calling his friends out for being scared of the passive creatures, Harry moved with the rest of the class and let one of the Bowtruckles examine his hand in the small box before it gingerly climbed on.

"Hello, my name is Harry. I'm taking you to my friends Draco, the one with the whitish-blond hair, and Neville who has dirty blond hair. They're a bit scared of you, so if you feel uncomfortable with them, you can hang out with me while we draw your beautiful features. Is that okay?" Harry asked as the bowtruckle settled in his hand as he walked back to Neville and Draco.

The bowtruckle examined Harry before its wooden stick-like features seemingly softened and it gave a high chirp noise. "I'll take that as an agreement," Harry said as he grinned at the small creature. "Draco, Neville, this is our beautiful creature that we get to examine and draw," Harry told his friends as he carefully sat down and showed his two friends the small Bowtruckle.

"That's nice," Draco said, though his tone still held hesitancy as Harry put the creature on his knee while his other knee rested his parchment for the drawing.

Draco and Neville slowly followed his example and started drawing the small creature who kept trying to grab onto the top of Harry's quill as it slightly swung over him from where Harry was drawing on his other knee. It was pretty adorable.

Harry saw something green from the corner of his eye climbing his shoes and looked away from his drawing. Spotting the small Bowtruckle that the Professor has shown off, Harry smiled at the little guy. "Hey, Buddy, you decided to join us, huh?"

The new Bowtruckle chirped before it made an aggravated noise toward the other Bowtruckle who stuck its tongue out and blew it toward the other one.

Harry frowned at the two Bowtruckles who seemed like they were sizing one another off and about to fight over his knee. "Hey now," Harry gently said, gaining both Bowtruckle's attention, "no fighting now. If we do, we're going to have to separate you two, and I'm sure you don't want that now do you?" Harry inquired gently as he reached out and held his palm out for the other Bowtruckle.

The 'Truckle barely hesitated in climbing in his palm and made an exciting noise as Harry moved his hand toward his shoulder. "There you go, is that what you wanted?" Harry asked though he was slightly surprised when the Bowtruckle just settled along his neck, curling into it and letting out a small sleepy yawn in his ear. Bowtruckles were known for only falling asleep in their tree, so why this little one had decided to sleep against Harry, Harry had no idea but he was hardly going to move the creature.

The other 'Truckle still on his knee was looking at the one curled in Harry's neck with understanding before it settled on Harry's knee once more and tried to reach for Harry's quill again, starting up their small game.

For the rest of class, Harry focused on his drawing, writing a few notes in the margin, and made sure to draw a better picture of a Bowtruckle face in the corner. "I think I'm done," Draco announced as he laid back and threw the parchment between all three of the boys.

Harry briefly looked at the singular, slightly rough lines of Draco's drawing that had a few anatomical parts correctly labeled and let it be. Draco will fix it later, Harry was sure of it. "Yeah, I think I'm done too," Neville said as he gently set his drawing aside, his lines neater than Draco's and had a few more correctly labeled parts, but Harry thought he was still missing a few bits of information.

Looking at his own drawing, Harry thought it was good enough and capped his ink and set his quill aside. "Yeah, it's about time we wrapped up. What do you say we get you back to your tree, Little One?" Harry asked the Bowtruckle that had long since just settled onto Harry's knee and just soaked in the sun.

The Bowtruckle chirped in agreement and reached its clawed branched hand up and grabbed onto Harry's hand as he lowered it for the Little One. Remembering about the one slumbering in his neck, Harry gently rubbed the air and heard an annoying chirp in his ear.

"I know, I know, you were sleeping. But I need you to get up. Class is about to wrap up and I got placed to be, I don't think you'd like where I'm going," Harry gently told the slumbering creature, not wanting his neck to scratch from the Bowtruckle getting agitated.

The 'Truckle by his neck slowly moved down his hand with slow movements, like it really didn't want to move but knew it had to. Harry helped him out by offering him the hand that was holding the other Bowtruckle. He reluctantly stepped onto it as the two Bowtruckles examined one another before looking away from the other.

Harry thought they were super adorable.

"Professor," Harry called out to the man who was writing in his own notebook that Harry assumed is what he took all his notes about creatures in. It made sense at least.

"Yes," The Professor asked hurriedly before looking up to see who was talking," Mr.Jackson?" He finished as he nervously fiddled with his quill.

"My mates and I are done with our assignment. Where would you like the Bowtruckles?" Harry inquired as to the one that had been sleeping, which was holding onto his thumb and glared at the Professor like he was declaring that this was where he wanted to be, and the one he had grabbed to draw.

"I'll take them off you," The professor said with a smile that made his eyes shine from where they were looking at Harry's hand. After the small transfer, even with the reluctance of the one Bowtruckle, the Professor looked over at the group.

"We're out of time, everyone, please return your Bowtruckle to the box you got them out of. I'll take your drawings next class. For those that haven't finished, you can see me during your free time," The Professor called out before looking back toward Harry as the Bowtruckle that slept on Harry started climbing the Professor's shoulder.

"You know, if you have time after dinner, I'm sure you can visit the Bowtruckles again, they seemed to like you," the Professor invited with a knowing small smirk that dusted his lips.

Oh, how Harry wished he could spend more time with them. "I'm sorry Professor," Harry said, trying to show him that he really, really wanted to say yes, "but after dinner I have detention."

The Professor blinked like he was slightly surprised. "How did you manage that?" he asked looking confused, his eyebrows tilting downward and his nose scrunching just slightly.

"Well, the new DADA teacher has it out for me. But to be fair, I did antagonize her slightly. Perhaps another night?" Harry offered.

"Harry, come on! We gotta go!" Neville called out as he held up Harry's packed back, having put Harry's stuff away for him.

Harry turned without waiting for the Professor's response. "Talk to you later, Professor Scamander, good lesson!" he called out.

He never saw how the Professor's shoulders had tensed or that he narrowed his eyes on Harry's retreating back.

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Maybe it was the way his Care of Magical Teacher kept looking at him, or how the new Astronomy Teacher kept talking with Umbridge with a face that told Harry the conversation wasn't going his way, but Harry was dreading his detention.

"You alright, mate?" Neville whispered next to him, poking him in his side with his elbow as he ate his dinner.

"Hmm? Yeah, just wondering what the Astronomy Professor Scamander is talking with Umbridge about," Harry told Neville back.

"Liar," Regina hissed with amusement in his mind.

"Partial truth," Harry shot back at her in his mind, "I am also wondering what they're talking about."

"He's trying to get it so you have detention with him instead of her," Lunar said happily, a soft coo in her voice. Harry could feel her mentally rub her scales against him, which was a weird feeling and caused him to shudder even though it worked in calming some of his nerves.

Regina seemed to think Lunar had the right idea as Harry's fingertips danced from his touch sensors, it was as if Regina had brushed up against his hand and was reassuring him that way. Familiars were weird, Harry found, where they could almost imitate being in the physical world even while not part of it. Interacting with his senses, making it seem like he was physically touching them when, in truth, it was manipulating the metaphysical world with the use of his and their own magic.

"Is it a safe assumption he's losing?" Harry asked Lunar with slight dejection, he was sure detention would've been better with him than her.

"Correct," Regina mentally told him this time as she moved her tattoo from her normal spot before wrapping it around his torso, an act that reminded Harry of a hug.

"It'll be okay, Momma," Lunar cooed as he felt her brush her head against his cheek, "We'll be with you."

Feeling calmer with the reassurance of his familiars, Harry finished the last few bites of dinner and went with Neville to their dorm. He still had maybe an hour total before he had to leave detention, and Harry had some homework he wanted to complete before his schedule got too packed, especially if Umbridge abused her power and gave him more detention.

At five to five Harry bade Neville good-bye and set off for Umbridge's office on the third floor. When he knocked on the door she said, "Come in," in a sugary voice. He entered cautiously, looking around.

For a moment, he looked around with a mix of shock, horror, and disappointment. He hadn't entered the office much last year, Moody wasn't exactly one to give out detentions and Harry rarely needed to talk with him. Most of all, he missed Moony's office, because at least he had some type of Dark Creature in a cage or tank, and after a few afternoon teas, allowed Harry to observe them. He hadn't been able to actually hold them, Moony had put his foot down on that sadly, but it was a great experience for Harry.

Now, however, it looked totally unrecognizable. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Harry stared at them, transfixed, until Professor Umbridge spoke again.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

Harry started and looked around. He had not noticed her at first because she was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

"Evening," Harry said stiffly.

"Well, sit down," she said, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him.

She was watching him with her head slightly to one side, still smiling widely, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking and was waiting to see whether he would start talking again. With a massive effort Harry looked away from her, dropped his schoolbag beside the straight-backed chair, and sat down.

"There," said Umbridge sweetly, "we're getting better at controlling ourselves, aren't we? Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Potter. No, not with your quill," she added, as Harry bent down to open his bag. 

"You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are." She handed him a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point.

"I want you to write 'I must not speak out of turn,' " she told him softly.

Harry barely caught what she wanted him to write as he stared at the quill with horror. "This is a Blood Quill," Harry breathed out in shock, his voice barely above a whisper as his heart pounded.

"And what do you know about Blood Quills, hmm?" she asked in faux innocence as she moved over to her desk, sat down, and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. 

"They're illegal to use without Ministry permission," Harry argued as he clenched his hand into his pants, restricting the need to grab his wand to defend himself.

"Oh, but I have the Minister's permission. Pick up the quill, Potter, and get writing. We want to make sure the message sinks in after all," she spoke with a smile but her eyes held triumph as she dared Harry to argue, to leave, and make himself get more detention.

He was at crosswords, if he walked out and tried to speak to another teacher or even go to the ministry himself, the only evidence he would have would be his memory, which can be altered or, if believed to be true, faked. That was the problem with only relying on the mind, sometimes you can force yourself to believe a story that wasn't true.

She could easily hide the quill too, claiming he went ballistic during detention and ultimately stormed out of her without any reason. But if he did this, if the message supposedly sunk into his hand, then he had a chance to scar, especially if he used his magic to protect Lunar and Regina, who would get even more affected by the Blood Quill than himself. It's why there's a law to protect Familiars of Magicals when the use of Blood Quills are needed, they are supposed to be out of their incorporeal form and return to the physical realm, distancing their connected magic to their owner so they, themselves, don't get hurt by the quill.

If he redirected his magic to protect his familiars which he still hasn't registered with the ministry, then it was sure he was going to scar on his hand. Steeling himself and ignoring Regina and Lunar's protests in his mind, he flinched as he shut the barrier between himself and his familiars, practically trapping them inside his mind with no way to talk to him.

He felt hurt, and alone, without their sudden link. He never realized how much his emotions were connected to their own until he shut that part of himself, and now he felt broken, like the ground beneath his feet had tumbled away and everything he knew was suddenly gone. Picking up the quill with a shaky hand and not looking at Umbridge, he let the quill rest on the parchment and hesitated before picking it off the parchment.

"How many times?" Harry asked, trying to ignore how shaky his voice was as he felt nothing but hollowness inside him.

"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," said Umbridge sweetly. "Off you go."

Swallowing thickly as a frog felt stuck in his throat, Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not speak out of turn.

Harry stared at his hand with slight horror but just felt so empty as his skin felt like intense needles were poking into his skin, with each word the pain worsened but Harry barely felt it as the block between his familiars felt even worse than the pain in his hand.

The sensation of the Blood Quill was familiar, he's had to use it once or twice with Gringotts for account management, usually to give his father the rights to act out his choices, but if somehow felt worse this time, sitting in this disastrous pink office, writing with an illegal quill because he had no choice in order to gain evidence against Umbridge and, perhaps, the idiot Minister that existed.

As the small words healed on their own, leaving a scab that Harry knew would normally be gone in an hour if no one picked at it, Harry went looked at his parchment, and rewrote the words, feeling his magic twist inside of him as it physically pained him to use this quill.

And on it went. Again and again Harry wrote the words on the parchment.

Darkness fell outside Umbridge's 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 said, 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 don't seem to have made much of an impression yet," she said, smiling. "Well, we'll just have to try again tomorrow evening, won't 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. (- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Page 264-268)

He didn't care who caught him, he didn't care about anything as he slowly released the block he put on Regina and Lunar and could barely hold back the pain that threatened to overwhelm him even with the sensation of Regina and Lunar brushing against his skin, reassuring him, understanding his reasons.

Somehow he made it outside without being caught, the bitter cold wind of Scotland helping to hide the choked cry that escaped his throat for a moment. His feet felt shaky as he sprinted toward the Great Lake, he needed to be away, get away from everything that was overwhelming him, just for a moment.

He barely thought of much as he trudged into the water until his ankles were covered as his legs finally gave out on him. Falling backward, Harry's bottom hit the floor and was instantly wet from the water.

Everything hurt, his hand, his heart, but most of all, his magic. It felt strained and so tired like it had tried to battle the quill and lost.

Curling into his legs, Harry shivered, not with cold, but from the intense pain that racked his body as he finally let the sobs out of him.

"Harry?" A confused soft voice asked.

Looking up through bleary eyes, Harry's lips wobbled as he took in the person in front of him that had an aura of fierce protectiveness mixed with worry, and smelt of the sea, his black hair shining under the moonlight and his green eyes examined Harry.

"Grandpa," Harry's voice cracked as he tried to get to his grandpa Poseidon.

"Shh, I'm here, I'm here, I heard your pain, and I'm here," Poseidon hushed gently, moving faster than Harry could and took Harry into his arms, rubbing his back and soothing the hurt that Harry was feeling.

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