"Miss Potter," Professor McGonagall said as she stopped behind Remilda during lunch. Remilda looked up at her, and the professor took a deep breath, "Professor Umbridge would like to see you before classes begin again." she didn't look very pleased at the thought.

"Okay," Remilda nodded as the people around her turned their attention towards Remilda, "thanks, Professor."

      The little meeting that Umbridge had called for had ended up being nothing that she had expected. In all honesty, Remilda had expected some sort of meeting about writing another letter to her father. However, it was nothing like that. Umbridge was furious, although she tried to hide it, Remilda saw right through it. She was just about as awful at hiding it as their father was. Once when Remilda had been suspended, their father tried to not seem too upset. But his eyes and tight jaw said otherwise.

"Miss Potter," Umbridge began through gritted teeth as Remilda stood in front of her, "I thought we had an agreement." she added as she snapped her desk open and pulled out a piece of paper. "Who is Talon." she asked sharply.

Remilda's eyes widened, "You read my mail?" she asked in return, "Isn't that..."

"If we are under the impression you are communications with a criminal than yes, I did." she retorted sharply, "And I'm glad I did, you tried to warn your father; didn't you?"

Remilda quickly shook her head, "No, no I didn't!"

"Don't lie to me." she replied.

Remilda didn't say anything.

"Regardless, the Ministry was tracking this...Talon," she said simply, "now, did you try to warn your father?"

Remilda stared at her, was tracking him? "I guess it sort of depends..." she mumbled.

Umbridge grew red in the face, she looked as if she was about to burst. "Tomorrow morning you'll be seeing Jacob Potter on the front page of the Daily Prophet."

"What?" Remilda asked quickly, "Why?! You said they just wanted to question him."

"Yes and give him a fair trial for treason-"

"You didn't tell me that!" Remilda exclaimed, louder than she had initially intended. But she couldn't hold it back any further, "He's not even a criminal! He's trying to do what the Ministry won't-"

"And what exactly be, Miss Potter?!" Umbridge snapped back.

Remilda felt her hands roll up into fists, "Tell people that Voldemort is back!" she began, "The ministry is beyond stupid if they don't want to admit that-"

"That is quite enough, Miss Potter!" Umbridge exclaimed as she quickly stood up from her desk. But it wasn't that intimidating since she was a good bit shorter than Remilda was. "Take a seat," she said after a moment of the two of them staring at each other. As Remilda did so, Umbridge put down a piece of paper and a quill. "You'll be doing lines for me, and I'll provide you a pass to your next class."

       Remilda sighed heavily and stared at the quill for a long moment before finally picking it up. She had her hand resting on the desk, waiting for the words to carve themselves into her hand.

"I want you to write, I will do exactly as I am told," Umbridge said, her tone changing as she said it. She sounded eager and proud of her punishment. "until it sinks in."

     Remilda took a deep breath, slowly lowered the quill to the paper and began writing. She wrote the words, and as she got to the fourth word she had to pause as her other hand began to burn. She winced and flexed her hand a bit before trying to finish the word. However it didn't stop and get less painful. If anything it got more painful. She gripped the side of the desk, that motion seemed to make it less painful if that was possible. She didn't bother watching it appear. It felt like someone was taking a sewing needle and just scraping it against her skin over and over again.

"Has it sunk in?" Umbridge asked as she took a sip of tea at her desk as Remilda put down the quill.

      Remilda looked down at her hand, she had expected there to be blood. But there wasn't. In fact it looked like the cuts were just cuts. But not deep enough for there to be an excessive amount of blood.

"Yes, Professor," she replied as she glanced back up at her.

"Lovely," she smiled brightly as she handed Remilda an already written pass. "I'll see you in class, Miss Potter.

Remilda didn't respond. She picked up her bag and went to leave the obnoxiously pink office.

"And Miss Potter,"  Umbridge began as she pushing the door open. "you won't be able to send mail to your father until further notice."

      Remilda had to bite her tongue to avoid saying anything. She made her way out of the office, and saw that the class was already filled with seventh years waiting on Umbridge to come out of her office.

"What happen?" Fred asked as she walked past his desk, while George was on the other side of the room. Remilda should have known that they would have gotten separated.

"Umbridge is a raging bitch. That's what happened." Remilda scowled. She usually wasn't one to insult someone like that, he mother had always gotten angry when she and Raelyn swore.

"You'd best get a move on, Miss Potter," Umbridge chimed in as she descended down the stairs from her office and to the classroom. "You don't want another detention, do you?"

"See you next period, Professor," she muttered and then looking down at Fred and offered him a half smile that wasn't at all enthusiastic.

      The rest of the day dragged on and on, and Remilda was fuming the whole time. During dinner, she didn't talk to anyone. She just let herself stew on what had happened; not to her, but to her Dad. He was arrested and had the title of a criminal. Simply because of her letter, she got caught. And no matter what it said in the letter from Talon, it didn't change anything.

      The next morning, after breakfast, Remilda made her way down to the Quidditch pitch with Hermione and Lucy. The three of them climbed up into the bleachers that were already crowded with Gryffindor's that had skipped breakfast. Practically all of them were sporting some sort of clothing to support Gryffindor. Even if they weren't from Gryffindor. For example, Luna was wearing a hat that was four times too tall for her head that was a lion.

      On the other side of the pitch, Slytherin also had a full stand. Many of them had a bright colored pin of some sort on their chests. Remilda couldn't quite see what it said, but it definitely didn't go with their colors.

"How's your hand feel?" Lucy asked as the three of them pushed their way through to on open area where the three of them could sit.

"How do you think it feels?" Remilda snapped sharply, "Its throbbing."

Lucy was quiet for a moment.

"I'm sorry," Remilda said in a long drawn out sigh, "I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Because of your detention?" Hermione asked.

"Sort of," Remilda confessed. "Umbridge just told me the Ministry found my dad."

"You got detention for that?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow sharply.

"I'd rather not get into that," Remilda confessed.

      Why would she want to talk about it? It was her fault that they found her father. Completely and entirely her fault; or at least that was how it felt.

"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season!" Lee Jordan exclaimed into the microphone, "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, here they come-" he announced as the stands went crazy to cheer for their respective teams as they flew onto the field.

      Ron as keeper, Harry as Seeker, Raelyn and Angelina as chasers (Ginny had been a bit sour that she had only made it on the team as a extra if someone couldn't play), and the twins as beaters. The Gryffindor robes were mostly red, with yellow trimming. Then on the Slytherin team, the only three players that Remilda recognized was Draco Malfoy and then his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle.

      As they all too their positions, Hooch, the flying instructor, walked out onto the field towards a wooden trunk.

"I expect a clean and fair game, everyone!" Hooch announced from the ground, and none of the players seemed to react to her. From what Remilda had seen from Quidditch, a fair and clean game wasn't really an option.

       Hooch quickly opened the box and released the quaffle, bludger, and the snitch all at once and as they shot up into the air everyone roared to life again.