Passing Through Time With You

Chapter 1: This Is Your Fault

28th October 1995
Hogwarts
Scotland

The scarcity of light left little to be found and for those still wandering away from their beds, cautiousness was of utmost importance. There was little warmth to be grasped from your surroundings whilst on your way. Stone walls that had little heat retainment would not help you either. If you are still out on a night like this, I can't help but question your sanity.

A forced victim of the situation was cursing under his breath and stepped quickly through the corridors, not risking running in the dark, as he had stayed out in the cold for longer than he could stand. Which was not much.

During this year, it was not a surprise at all to anyone, to see Harry Potter be issued detention at least once every day, or threatened with the idea of one. Especially by the lady, Delores Umbridge, or as she prefers to be called  'Madame Umbridge'.

  And by especially, I apologise.

  I meant only.

Simply because of how she was... herself, she always made a point to make sure each of what she referred to as 'behaviour reformation meetings' was memorable.

Harry was now with a new souvenir from his latest Reformation meeting with her. He held his right hand gingerly, hissing with each stab of pain that shot through it with the slightest movement.

He fumed as he walked, muttering curses of all sorts under his breath. Wishing her into the very pits of hell. Once again he had been awarded a detention. He had been accused by none other than Madame Umbridge herself, to have been disturbing the class, through continuous noise, in order to seek attention. And of course, she didn't stop there, furthermore saying that if he was selfish enough to "wrench" valuable lesson time for himself, she would all so gladly take some of his personal time to replace it as well.

He had only tapped the table twice in order to clean the excess ink off his quill.

This detention was equally as foul as the others she had 'awarded' him before. The bright pink witch had made him use the dreaded quill again. And he now had a new line of words engraved into his hand to show for it

I must not seek attention.

It was past curfew. Delores had decided to keep him longer because of his lack of respect and made him go over one of his recent but old lines on his hand.

I must respect my betters.

His hand now had engraved into it.

I must not tell lies.

I must not act out.

I must respect my betters.

I must not seek attention.

And it hurt almost as much as a baby dragon's bite.

The torches were all off, as it was past curfew and no children were expected to be out by this time. No children were supposed to be out at this time. Moonlight was sparse and Harry could barely see anything.

He would have to be careful to avoid Filch and his cat as well as the prefects, especially Malfoy. Tonight was Malfoy's turn to patrol the corridors and Merlin help him if he came across him.

Draco Lucius Malfoy, who had for some stupid reason unknown to Harry, been made a prefect. The insufferable blond was recruited as a part of Umbridge's group. A group that helped her enforce her excessive rules. (They were to be avoided like dragon pox). And Malfoy, of course, abused his position of power as prefect to make a point of picking on Harry.