RENEGADE (Harry Potter) DISCONTINUED?

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Pink Toad

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Who else hated Umbridge more than Voldemort?

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"Good morning children", Umbridge greets gaining the students attention, a sickening sweet but fake smile on her face, "Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations", she says using her wand to write on the blackboard, "O-W-Ls, or more commonly known as OWLs", she says standing in front of the class, "Study hard and you will be rewarded, fail to do so and the consequences may be severe", she says, Ryker and Maven could hear the threat behind her voice and it caused him to tense up and almost growl, "you previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven but you'll be pleased to know from now on, you will be following carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic", she says books flying down the aisles onto their desks, Ryker doesn't even bother looking through the book, he knew it would all be theory shit, boring shit, "Yes?", Umbridge asks Harry, "there's nothing in here about using defensive spells?", Hermione says, "using spells?", Umbridge asks, "well I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom", "we're not gonna be using magic?", "you'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way", "what use is that?", Harry asks, "if we're attacked, it won't be risk free", "Student's will raise their hands, when they speak in my class", Umbridge says, "it is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all, is what school is about", "and how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?", Ryker asks, Umbridge snapping her head to the boy who sits in his seat, arms crossed and a bored look on his face, "there is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?", "Oh I don't know maybe Lord Voldemort", Harry says for him, Ryker nods to Harry, "now let me make this quite plain, you have been told that a certain dark lord is at large once again, this is a lie", "it's not a lie, I saw him, Ryker saw him, we fought him!", Harry almost yells, "Detention, Mr Potter and you too Mr Layland!", Umbridge says, "Are you saying Cedric Diggory dropped dead on his own accord?", Ryker asks, his eyes burning an amber color as he tries to hold back his anger, "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident", "it was murder, Voldemort killed him", Ryker states a growl rising up the back of his throat, "Enough!", Umbridge yells, "Enough, see me later, Mr Potter, Mr Layland, in my office", Ryker sits with his usual bored expression only now, his jaw was clenched, a darkened aura seemed to have taken him within that moment.

"Good evening, Mr Potter, Mr Layland, sit", she asks motioning to the two tables, Harry sits while Ryker sits more hesitant than the boy, "you're going to be doing some lines for me", both boys move to take out their quills but she stops them, "no, not with your quill, your going to be using a rather special one of mine", she places a blood quill each down in front of them, Ryker instantly knowing what it was, his jaw clenches and his eyes seem to glow a slightly brighter amber, "now, I want you to both to write, I must not tell lies", "how many times?", Harry asks, "well, let's say for as long as it takes for the message to sink in", "you haven't given us any ink", "oh you won't need any ink", both males begin to write, Harry hissing as he writes up to three lines before the writing sinks into the back of his hand, "yes?", Umbridge asks him, Ryker, up to his fifth line as it begins to carve its way into his hand, "nothing", Harry says, "that's right, because you know, deep down, you deserve to be punished, don't you Mr Potter", Harry doesn't say a thing, "go on", she says to him and Harry leaves, Ryker continues writing, "Blood quills are a little medieval don't you think, or is in the nature for the Ministry to be fearful and medieval with their punishments?", Ryker asks, as he continues writing, "are you questioning the Ministry", "I'm questioning you and your methods, I hardly think its the Ministry asking you to hurt Hogwarts students", Ryker looks at the wound on his hand, "may I leave now, it appears the words have sunk in", Ryker looks up, Umbridge becoming slightly scared of the boy as he looks right at her, seeming to see right through her, she nods and Ryker grabs his bag and leaves the room, knowing he was successful in scaring her.

Ryker sits with Luna, in his wolf form, watching as she feeds the Thestrals, his ears stick up as someone nears them and he turns his head seeing Harry, "hello Ry", Ryker nods his head and Harry walks over to Luna, "Hello Harry Potter", "your feet, aren't you cold?", "bit, unfortunately, all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared", she says, "I suspect Nargles are behind it", she says as she feeds the Thestrals, "what are they?", Harry asks, "They're called Thestrals, they're quite gentle, really, but people avoid them because they're a bit, different", "but why can't the others see them?", "they can only be seen by people who've seen death", "so you've known someone who's died, then?", "my mum, she was quite an extraordinary witch, but she liked to experiment, and one day one of her spells went badly wrong, I was 9", "I'm sorry", Harry says, "yes, it was rather horrible, I do feel very sad about it sometimes, but I have dad, we both believe both of you, by the way", Luna says looking between Harry and Ryker who has his head over his paws his eyes closed, "that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and you fought him and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you", Harry smiles slightly, "thanks, it seems you're about the only ones that do", "I don't think that's true, but I suppose that's how he wants you to feel", Luna says, "what do you mean?", Harry asks, "well, if I were, You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else, because if it's just you alone, you're not as much of a threat".