"Well, you've got one boy in tears and didn't notice these two fighting like ruffians."
"Oh, I apologize deeply, Madame Umbridge. Let me go get the eyes I usually keep in the back of my head."
"You need to keep better control of your class, Miss Adams. I know this must be difficult for you to understand since you're not a proper mother, and clearly never had a loving relationship with your father, based on the way you present yourself. Children need discipline. A firm hand."
Alabasandria let out a breath between her teeth. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" There was a heavy pause and every student turned in their seats to watch her slow trek towards the woman. "You think you know anything about motherhood, you ugly menopausal toad? The fucking balls, the presumption that oozes from you. I'm almost impressed. I dare wonder the things your mummy never said to you to make you turn out like this. You've never had anyone ever tell you they love you and it shows. And did you seriously just tell me I should hit my students? Is that opinion sanctioned by the Ministry?"
Umbridge sputtered but recovered quicker than the captivated audience had expected. She sniffed and huffed and rolled her eyes.
"It's called discipline, dear. Clearly, you've never heard of it but -"
"Oh, shut up you daft old cunt, and get out of my classroom, right now."
Umbridge, realizing that she was about to be subject to some discipline, turned tail and fled with one final huff. The class was silent for a moment before they dissolved into nervous laughter.
"You two, detention, with me. Now, get back to work and I'm going to go smash some jars in the supply closet for a couple minutes. If anyone steps a toe out of line you will get detention with that sad excuse of a woman instead."
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Casually Crucio - ing Children
Harry, Ron and Hermione were hiding in the Gryffindor common room, having a secret meeting. Luna had been insisting the bullying coming from her fellow Ravenclaws was not that serious, but they disagreed. She'd lost every pair of shoes, twice now. Even the pair Hermione had lent to her. Someone had cut her hair into a terrible, uneven mess above her shoulders which had taken her until lunchtime to get fixed via hair growth potion, and had earned a detention from Umbridge for her unkempt appearance. To Harry, what was the worst of all was that she didn't seem to care about it anymore. Luna stopped coming to lunch in tears. Harry, needless to say, was livid.
Look, Harry could count on exactly one hand the number of people he cared about. Perhaps, maybe, he was a bit overprotective of those people. But what was he supposed to do? Let Luna continue to suffer?
Luna was his first friend, the first kid to treat him with any ounce of kindness. He'd never had any sort of positive relationship with another child before her. Dudley had ensured he was ridiculed and teased by the others in his brief stint at muggle school. That was no longer something he was willing to put up with, something he no longer had to put up with. He was a powerful wizard and what was the point of having magic if you weren't using it to extract justice? (See: the sudden madness of one Severus Snape.)
Sure, Luna was weird, but she was also very sweet and thoughtful and Harry didn't know why people couldn't just ignore her if they didn't like her personality. But no matter, Harry would be solving this issue shortly.
"So anyway," Hermione was speaking, and Harry turned back to the conversation. "Unfortunately, I don't think the Professors will be able to help much."
"We'll have to settle things without them," Harry said. "There's a lot of curses I could use on them that would get them to stop. Bone rotting, eternal nightmares…"
"Harry!" Hermione scolded. "Absolutely not!"
"No one would know," Harry insisted.
"I dunno mate. I have a feeling Luna wouldn't appreciate it. I hexed one of her dormmates the other day, and she told me off." Ron complained. Harry did know that Luna wouldn't appreciate it, she'd already begged him to leave it alone.
"I'm going to research if there's some sort of curse or potion to force them to be kinder," Hermione decided. "Do you think such a thing exists, Harry?"
He hummed. He hadn't heard of something like that, the only way he could think of to influence someone's mind like that was the Imperius curse, but that wasn't a good long-term solution. Well, there were its sister curses. That would leave them mentally scarred enough to never hurt anyone again. Harry had never pulled from his large depository of harmful curses before. He'd never had the need, and mama had always told him to save them for when it was necessary. Did this count? Probably. She'd been fine with him haunting Snape and had encouraged him to kill his uncle all those years ago.
Still. it was probably for the best that he did not announce his plans to anyone. It could be his little secret.
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