What Words Can Do (TOMARRY)

Year 5 ∆ Part 5

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been interesting to say the least. Harry had gotten his first detention of the year, not that it was much of a surprise to anyone.

It had began when the pink lady, who later made herself known as Professor Umbridge, brought up Tom. "... Now you see why the Ministry of Magic is so important," she had said. "Voldemort had been walking around Hogwarts all for multiple years. He could have began killing everyone at any moment."

"But he didn't," Harry spoke up. "Not once did Tom harm anyone. Heck, he barely talked to anyone other than me!"

"And don't you find that rather odd, Mr. Potter?" Umbridge asked, walking closer to Harry's desk. "Isn't it rather odd that Voldemort would try to get close to you?"

"Not at all," Harry scowled. "And he isn't Voldemort. He's Tom Riddle. He's his own human embodiment. Voldemort is a noseless bitch."

"Mr. Potter, that's enough," Umbridge yelled, her posture straightening dramatically. "Detention tonight after dinner and 50 points from Gryffindor."

"So you're giving me detention for sticking up for my boyfriend?"

The word boyfriend seemed to echo through the room. People went silent as they saw Umbridge begin boiling with anger. Her face was red, but she covered it up with a quick clearing of her throat. "Careful Mr. Potter," she threatened before beginning class.

His detention came too quickly for Harry's liking. He kept thinking about Tom. And he kept thinking about what Umbridge might do. Probably scold him. Who knows.

"You've finally arrived," Umbridge said, sounding annoyed when Harry opened the door to the classroom.

"Dinner got over literally three minutes ago," Harry rolled his eyes. Umbridge hummed, letting his comment slide by.

"I want you to write lines using my quill right here," Umbridge motioned to a rather large quill laying on one of the desks. Harry took his seat, pulled out some parchment, and readied himself for whatever Umbridge would throw at him. "I want you to write the line 'I won't talk about Voldemort in class'."

"How many times?" Harry asked, looking at his professor with a look of suspicion and anger.

"You'll know when it's engraved in you."

Harry remembered Hermione telling him something about illegal quills called blood quills. From the looks of it, this was one of them. Harry smirked to himself before beginning to write.

He knew it would hurt, but the look on Umbridge's face would be totally worth it.

Tom Marvalo Riddle is my boyfriend.

After about 40 or 50 times writing the sentence, his hand became numb to the pain. With every line he wrote, the more memories came up dealing with Tom. He heard Umbridge clear her throat and he looked up.

"May I see your hand, Mr. Potter?" she asked. Harry put on a smirk and held out his hand. Umbridge's face contorted through many different emotions, most of which Harry couldn't read through. "Please leave, Mr. Potter." Without waiting for her to change her mind, Harry left feeling successful.