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Stage I: Hate

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Y/N and Anael finished that memory and returned to the present.

"Would you mind if I stayed longer?" asked Anael.

"Stay as long as you like, but I'm telling you, it's a lot of information," Y/N warned.

"I'll write to my fiancée to tell her the situation," Anael said, telling her he needed that testimony and wanted it badly.

"On my desk, there is paper and a quill; I can tell Eros to send it for you," Y/N offered, and Anael nodded, going to his desk quickly to write a short letter to Catherine.

When he finished, he stamped it and gave it to Y/N to give to his owl named Eros; it was an eagle owl. Anael could watch from the window as the owl flew through the air.

"I said I was going to be gone for a few weeks, so let's make the most of the time," Y/N said, going to the display case looking for the next souvenir.

When he found it, he uncapped it and poured the liquid into the Pensieve. They could see the atmosphere and the place form. There was Y/N in the dormitory with his friends, getting dressed to go up to the Great Hall.

"I can't wait for the Quidditch season to start, to beat those Lions and win the cup," Blaise looked at himself in the mirror as he quickly buttoned her shirt.

"The tryouts will be in a few days," said Y/N adjusting his green tie and putting the silver snake pin on it.

Draco was still sleeping; he was with an eyemask with little drawings of unicorns and rainbows. Y/N and Blaise looked at each other with amusement, walked over to the bed, and decided to play a practical joke on him.

"Malfoy, wake up! The Dark Lord's son is here!" They shouted in panic.

"What?! My lord, I am at your command!" Draco woke up quickly and knelt on the floor with his nose to the ground.

Y/N, Blaise, Goyle and Crabbe scanned with laughter while Draco was confused.

"That's how I wanted to see ferret, submissive at my feet," Y/N sneered, and Draco stood up angrily. "Hurry up, it's late and we have to go to eat breakfast ," he grabbed his robes and put them on; he went to his bedside table to get the green pin for his respective house that said "prefect" to put it on his robes. He also put his silver snake ring on his ring finger.

After twenty minutes, they came out of the dormitory, and Pansy was waiting for them. Malfoy didn't feel like going downstairs, and he had the first button of his white shirt and his tie loose. Crabbe and Goyle had their uniforms on like that, but it was normally for them.

"Finally," said Pansy rolling her eyes.

"Blame the blondie," said Blaise putting his hand on Draco's shoulder.

Draco gave him a glaring look, but he didn't feel like fighting, so they left the common room and went straight to the Great Hall. As they walked down the dungeons' corridors, they came across third-year Gryffindors with their Potions books, implying that they were going to Potions class with Professor Snape. Crabbe smack the book of one of them as they laughed, causing the book fell on the floor; the only thing they didn't know was that the Headgirl was watching the scene with her arms crossed and an arched eyebrow.

'Brilliant," Carla said sarcastically, and the group turned to look at her. "Mister Crabbe, could you do me a favor and pick up the book you smacked and giving it to him?" she looked at him coldly and with a figure of authority.

Crabbe, with difficulty, didn't approve the request, with fear and respect he had for the older L/N, picked up the book and returned it to the Gryffindor boy. He rejoined the group, avoiding her; they took a few steps to leave.

"I think you're missing something," the blonde reminded him, and they stopped.

Crabbe turned and apologized to the boy; he accepted the apology and left with his group to go back to class.

"Well, you're free to go, except you," she said, looking at Y/N.

"Your sister is the best," commented Anael smiling.

"I know," Y/N smiled sideways.

The group left, leaving Y/N and Carla alone.

"Is that the example that are you giving? "Carla questioned with some annoyance.

"We just had fun, Carla; I don't understand the problem," he defended himself.

"I think I've told you that many times," she replied.

"Why aren't you on my side?" he asked.

"I am, and I am trying to get you out of trouble. I'm trying to teach you to be an example to everyone and to make people respect you," she replied.

"People respect me. We are the elite," he said.

"By; making fun of others. Forgive me, but that's barbaric; grow up for once," Carla spat, "Now go and have breakfast, and I hope you have a nice day," she deposited a chaste kiss on his cheek and left.

Y/N rolled his eyes and had total loathing. He never won an argument with his older sister because she was always right. He would get annoyed, but in the end, he still got over it and showed it by talking to her usually.

They made their way to the Great Hall; they could see Malfoy along with Goyle and Crabbe taunting those who came in and out. Y/N from the past sat at the table along with his group. They could see owls all around, either sending them a letter or giving them the Daily Prophet.

"Is your boss done telling you off yet?" Pansy asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." Y/N poured himself some cereal.

"Why does she have to be such a killjoy?" Malfoy asked, "I respect her, but for Merlin..." He snorted as he spooned a bit of pudding at a Ravenclaw who was coming out of the Great Hall.

"Anyway, how many OWLs did you pass?" Blaise made conversation, and it wasn't a delightful topic.

"I only got three," said Malfoy, "It doesn't matter anyway, you can do a lot of things with money."

Blaise passed five OWls, Pansy four, while Crabbe and Goyle had good health but mercifully they got two OWLs passed. One of them was Potions because Professor Snape has favoritism with Slytherin.

"How many did you pass Y/N?" Pansy asked.

"I passed seven, but the important thing is that I passed the ones I needed to go straight to the Auror department," he replied.

"I'll call you to save my kitten," the little group scoffed, and Y/N pulled his middle finger out.

"Which classes are you taking this year?" Pansy asked.

"Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transformations, Charms, and Herbology," answered Y/N, finishing his cereal. "The ones I need to take the NEWT exams, pass them and get into the department."

"Being a Death Eater spy while you are an Auror, interesting and brilliant," Blaise said, and Y/N didn't say a word.

"I heard that Granger chose ten out of twelve OWLs, and the ten she took she passed," Malfoy commented. "Filthy little mudblood and bookworm," he gasped.

What could you expect about Hermione Granger? She was top of her year, and no one would be surprised if she got an E in her OWLs.

They left the Great Hall; fortunately, they all had to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts and the Potions class that year. In other courses, two of the group would be together or alone. As they arrived in the classroom, they could hear a commotion. Y/N sat with Draco. Blaise with Pansy while Crabbe sat with Goyle. They occupied the whole row on the right side of the classroom; they started talking amongst themselves until a paper bird flew through the air; Goyle didn't hesitate to hit it. Still, the bird kept flying through the air until, at that moment, the bird turned into flames, slowly descending on the Patil twins' desk.

"Good morning, children," Umbridge greeted, causing everyone to look back. "Defense," she pointed her wand at the blackboard, writing on it, "Against the," she walked to the front with her wand, everyone was looking at her strangely for the way she dressed. Dark Arts," the blackboard formed the words she had said, and she turned to look at the whole class. "Study hard, and you will be rewarded, fail this, and the consequences will be severe," on her desk were textbooks, she waved her wand, and the books went to each student. "Your previous instruction has been horrible, but luckily, from now on, you will follow the Ministry of Magic approved subject of magic... "She didn't finish his explanation because Hermione had raised her hand. "Yes?" she looked at her.

"This manual does not record the use of defense spells," she said.

"Defense spells?" she laughed. "I don't see the need for defensive spells in my course, dear."

The class was confused as it seemed so absurd not to use defense spells in that specific class.

"We won't use magic?" Ron asked with confusion.

"They're going to learn magic safely," said Umbridge. "The Ministry believes that learning in a theoretical way is effective."

"How will we defend ourselves in real situations if we don't learn practically?" Y/N dared to ask.

He felt a kind of stone in his path obstructing his steps, and that forced him to ask this question because this subject was so essential for his future. He wanted to absorb all kinds of knowledge to do well in his final years at school, and he wasn't going to let some toad-faced older woman come in the way of his goals.

"Tell me who would hurt teenagers your age?" she challenged, looking at him.

"I don't know, maybe people like you," he answered with determination and everyone was quiet listening to the arguments.

Draco looked at Y/N with concern, he knew he was getting into serious trouble, and he didn't want him to get detention. So he tried to stop Y/N from saying anything else, but he didn't listen.

"That is absurd, and I am greatly offended that you...

"I'm just telling the truth right now... you might as well take out your wand and..."

"Enough!" Umbridge exclaimed, causing everyone to jump out of their seats, "You'll be in detention Mister L/N; I'll see you in my office after class." Y/N gave her a severe look and a small chuckle at the end.

At the end of class, Y/N stayed. His group of friends wanted to stay, but Y/N had told them not to worry and that he would join them later. He rolled his eyes, sighing, walking up the spiral stairs to the office. He knocked once and stood there waiting for a response until he heard a "come in". He opened the door, and the office was all pink; he heard meowing because on the walls were portraits in the shape of plates with cats of different breeds moving around.

"Sit down," Umbridge pointed to a seat along with a table, and Y/N sat down. "I'm very disappointed that you, being a member of one of the most prestigious pureblood families in the magical community, would disrespect authority. I am very concerned about your future in society. I'm here to help you to evolve," she reached for a parchment page and a black quill that she possessed and placed it on the table that Y/N was facing. "Now I want you to write the following sentence," she paused, and Y/N grabbed the black quill, " I must behave like a pureblood."

"How many times?" asked Y/N looking at the parchment page.

"As many times as it takes to get it engraved in your head," she spat as she sat down to drink his tea.

"I need ink," he replied incredulously.

"You don't need ink," he took a sip of tea.

Y/N began to write the sentence Umbridge had ordered. As he was writing with his D/H, his other hand began to bother him, complaining about the pain and burning he felt. Gradually, he could see that his ND/H was saying the same thing he had written on the parchment as he wrote.

D/H = Dominant Hand
ND/H = Not Dominant Hand

"I must behave like a pureblood."

As he finished the first sentence on the parchment, he saw that the cuts on his hand disappeared. He went back to writing on the parchment, and as he was writing, his hand began to bother him, forming the sentence again. The genuine ink was the writer's blood for that specific quill. That was the basis for the actual punishment in the office, he finished the whole parchment with the same sentence, and luckily it was one page. In the end, his right hand was reddish with an almost black bruise. At that moment, Umbridge stood up and addressed him.

"You know deep down, you deserved the punishment," said Umbridge, "See you next class, L/N."

"What a bitch... "Anael couldn't believe her eyes and looked at Y/N, who was also watching the scene. He didn't hesitate to look at his ND/H, and unfortunately, he could see the scarred sentence.

Everyone in the corridors was talking about how Umbridge had punished Y/N. They were also talking about the bad experience they had with her. Umbridge's reputation was starting to take a negative hit, and she was earning it. Y/N covered his hand and endured the pain he felt. With all the concentration he had on him, he didn't notice that a book hit on him in the face, causing the book to fell on the floor.

"Fuck!, watch where you're walking, you filthy little mudblood," he put one of his hands to his face with annoyance, finally looking at who it was.

"Between you and me, it's you who should be paying attention," she picked up her book. "And not thinking about nonsense," Hermione spat and was disgusted by the snake's presence.

"How dare you address me like that? More respect for your superiors," he looked at her with total displeasure, and she was opening her book, giving him a look of disrespect.

"First dead, to have to respect you, L/N," Hermione answered.

"Oh well, you're close to the astronomy tower. You can take the opportunity to throw yourself off; you'd be doing this world a favor to extinguish filthy, unclean, dirty bloods like you," he spat venomously.

The brunette was used to insults and being called impure, but it no longer affected her. Without noticing Y/N adjusted his tie, and Hermione could see the affected hand. For the first time, she was a worried about him, she deduced that the punishment caused the wound.

"What's up with your hand?" Hermione asked, trying to get a good look at his hand.

"Is none of your concern, and you should keep your nose out of other people's business," he answered, hiding his hand.

At that moment, the two people who completed the golden trio had come to the rescue.

"Get away from her L/N," Harry stepped in front of Hermione.

"Did he hurt you, Hermione?" asked Ron checking her out.

"Tell your impure best friend to learn to walk," he rolled his eyes and decided to get out of there, as much as he wanted to insult them; the discomfort, burning, and pain wouldn't let him think straight.

He looked back; Harry and Ron talked to Hermione while she kept looking in the direction he was walking.

Anael, along with Y/N of the present, could see how Hermione had worried eyes.

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