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Harry
looked
round
at
Umbridge
.
She
was
watching
him
,
her
wide
,
toadlike
mouth
stretched
in
a
smile
.
'
Yes
?
'
'N
othing
,
'
said
Harry
quietly
.
He
looked
back
at
the
parchment
,
placed
the
quill
on
it
once
more
,
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
;
once
again
,
they
healed
over
seconds
later
.
And
on
it
went
.
Again
and
again
Harry
wrote
the
words
on
the
parchment
in
what
he
soon
came
to
realise
was
not
ink
,
but
his
own
blood
.
And
,
again
and
again
,
the
words
were
cut
into
the
back
of
his
hand
,
healed
,
and
reappeared
the
next
time
he
set
quill
to
parchment
.
Darkness
fell
outside
Umbridge
's
window
.
Harry
did
not
ask
when
he
would
be
allowed
to
stop
.
He
did
not
even
check
his
watch
.
He
knew
she
was
watching
him
for
signs
of
weakness
and
he
was
not
going
to
show
any
,
not
even
if
he
had
to
sit
there
all
night
,
cutting
open
his
own
hand
with
this
quill
...
'
Come
here
,
'
she
said
,
after
what
seemed
hours
.
He
stood
up
.
His
hand
was
stinging
painfully
.
When
he
looked
down
at
it
he
saw
that
the
cut
had
healed
,
but
that
the
skin
there
was
red
raw
.
'
Hand
,
'
she
said
.
He
extended
it
.
She
took
it
in
her
own
.
Harry
repressed
a
shudder
as
she
touched
him
with
her
thick
,
stubby
fingers
on
which
she
wore
a
number
of
ugly
old
rings
.
