You were Harry's older sister, your name was Rosalind Potter, you were the bestfriend of Fred and George Weasley, since first year and you were also a bit of a prankster like them, naming yourself, the Prankster Trio of Hogwarts.

But today wasn't a good day. You're in seventh year, you got a new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Dolores Umbridge, who was truly a horrible woman, obsessed with pink and cats, as cute as this might sound, her soul was bad.

Today you got caught by Umbridge, getting out of the Room Of Requirement, she grabbed your arm and forced you into her pinkish office and sitting you down on a desk, made you wrote something on a paper with a special pen who was making you feel pain on the back of your hand because what you were writing was being craved on your hand, showing reddish handwriting.

You quickly got to the Hospital Wing after that, crying in pain and Madam Pomfrey wasn't even there so you were just sitting on the edge of a bed, suffering and clutching your hand but then your savor finally came in view, Fred, who approached you concerned.

"Sh!t, what happened to you?"

Fred asked, his eyes were full of worry and concern for you and you lifted your teary gaze to look at him.

"It doesn't matter, i'll be fine, Fred."

You said, trying to appear confident but the way you were clutching at the sheets of the bed, trying to not grab your injured hand, was saying another thing. Fred gently took your hand and looked at it, seeing that bloodish handwriting, when you tried to pull away, Fred's hold didn't waver.

"No, no, I need to have a look at this, ok? I'll be very gentle."

Fred said, walking to a drawer next to the bed and drawing out a medkit, putting it on the bed and opening it while never letting go of your hand.

"Please don't hurt me..."

You mutter, almost whimpering in fear because it's already hurt you very much, you don't need any more pain.

"This might hurt a little."

Fred warned you as he take some cotton and desinfectant while your other hand was clenching the sheets under you while Fred dab the cotton on that reddish and writing on the back of your hand, being as gentle and careful as possible.

"I hope this doesn't scar. I don't need anymore bad luck."

You commented, your voice not even above a whisper while Fred didn't look up from his work.

"It may scar a little."

Fred said to you, his voice fulled of worry as he finish patching your hand with bandage.

"Thanks for this, Fred. I owe you one."

You said, trying to force a little smile while Fred crouched beside the bed, looking at you.

"So, are you gonna tell me what happened?"

Fred asked you, trying to smile too even if he was burning of worry inside him.

"Umbridge caught me coming out of the Room Of Requirement..."

You mutter out, looking down at your feets, feeling ashamed when you have no right to feel that way and Fred's smile disappear and he looked at you with so much worry, he couldn't even care about anything else but you...