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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 LOVE LOVE LOVE 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 <𝟹

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With an annoyed sigh, Y/N pressed the point of the quill on the paper.

Harry's gasp of pain made her snap her head up, alarmed. He swallowed, glancing at Umbridge who was staring at them, pleased.

"Are you alright?" Y/N asked, right before her eyes had caught onto the red marks on his hand, she furrowed her eyebrows, noticing the parchment had been written in crimson ink.

That's when the realization had set in. They weren't just marks, they were... words?

"Silence, dears." Umbridge said, a smile on her face. "Miss Black, I believe you are falling behind."

Harry was horrified at this.

It was one thing for him to have to endure this, but Y/N?? He'd rather die.

"Professor, I will come every evening for a month in exchange for you to give Y/N a different task, please."

Sweet, but no.

Before Umbridge could answer, Y/N spoke. "That won't be necessary." She pressed the quill to the sheet of paper, already feeling a pinch on her skin. She wrote out the words: 'I will respect my superiors' on the parchment. The words appeared on the parchment in shining red ink.

At the same time, the words had appeared faintly on the back of Y/N's right hand, cut into her skin as though traced by a scalpel. The skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth.

"Y/N-" Harry started, looking worried for her.

It was at that moment, that she realized what she could do.

She healed her skin.

From one second to another, the redness on her hand had vanished, replaced with the skin that Y/N had used her abilities to morph.

She pressed the quill into the parchment, morphing her skin back to normal as she wrote out the words.

The pain was gone.

She grinned to herself. Perks of being a metamorphmagus.

However, this was no solution for Harry. He had noticed what she did, not really understanding how it worked, but he was just happy that she wasn't in any pain.

Once again, he wrote I must not tell lies, and felt the searing pain on the back of his hand for a second time; once again, the words had been cut into his skin.

Y/N did the same, healing over her hand over and over again.

Though not physically in pain. It ached her heart to see Harry in such pain.

He was trying not to show it, but she could tell.

Darkness fell outside Umbridge's window. "Come here," she said, after what seemed like hours.

Harry and Y/N stood up. Harry's hand was a bright red, raw and was stinging painfully. Y/N's on the other hand, was pain-free and looked like normal.

"Hands," she said.

They extended it.

She looked displeased at Harry's, but her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw Y/N's.

"Tut, tut, where are your lines." She said, frowning deeply. Y/N handed her the sheet of parchment, smiling.

Umbridge could not have looked more upset.