Harry Potter: Wishing Upon A Moon

"Fountain pens are so much more efficient then those blasted quills."

The first official week of the school term was over. However, Benedict Everest was spending his free Friday evening at his small Head Boy office on the fifth floor. He was somewhat at fault for his own sufferings. Seeing how overwhelmed his mentor was, he offered taking some of the burden, to which she gladly agreed.

As he was circling errors on some second year's Transfiguration essay, a knock on the door made him put the pen away.

"Please enter."

He recognized his late visitor. It was a Ravenclaw first year boy, Henry Walsh. What surprised him was the shifting look on the underclassman's pained face. The boy was holding onto his left arm. He could see him trembling and trying to keep his tears from coming out.

"What happened?"

The boy hesitated. If it wasn't for a quirky forth year student's advice he wouldn't have been here in the first place.

"Since you've came to me first does that mean your problem is related to a teacher?

The boy nodded.

"Here, sit down." Benedict transfigurated the coat stand into a small armchair.

Witnessing the unexpected feat, Henry almost forgot his pain. He was from a muggle family, the first person to have any ounce of magic. The Wizarding world felt so close and yet so distant to him. He was happy he'd finally meet with people that had the same powers as him. However, just before he could truly sink into the new reality he had an unfortunate clash with a professor.

"Here's a cookie. It's a new recipe, thanks to our lovely little helpers." He gave the boy a reassuring smile.

"Thank you." The boy's eyes opened wide after taking the first nibble. "It's delicious."

"I'm sure they'll be happy with your praise." Benedict sighed. "Did something happen between you and Mrs. Umbridge?"

"How did you know it was her?" Henry was shocked by the older teen's insight.

"I'm not a Ravenclaw just because of my aloof personality." Benedict chuckled. "And when all of your previous DADA professors had something wrong with them you can already presume who's the villain."

"She... I've had detention with her before I came here." The boy rubbed his forearm.

"Can you show me?"

After a moment of hesitation the boy rolled up his sleeve, revealing bloodish red scratch markings on his tanned skin.

"How did this happen?" Benedict touched the barely visible letters.

"She made me write sentences... with her special quill."

"And what did she tell you to write?"

It seems it was too much for the boy as he started crying. Tears tapped against the wooden floors, while the sound of sobbing filled the small room.

"It's alright." Benedict comforted Henry and patted his head. "Just let it all out."

This continued for a couple of minutes before the Ravenclaw finally regained some of his composure. He looked at the Head Boy with redden eyes.

"She told me to write, 'No muggleborn shall question his better'."

"Is that so?" The boy saw the Head Boy smiling. "Don't worry, I'll solve this problem."

"Really?"

"Of course, I have the mandate to do so." He ensured the boy. "However, as much as I'd like to get rid of that vulgar wording on your hand right now, we'll need it for tomorrow morning. Can you wait until then."

"Yeah, I think I can." Henry Walsh sniffed.

Benedict Everest took out a small box. After opening it he dabbed his finger in the ointment and spread it evenly on the boy's skin.

"This should give you some relief. Try not to wipe this off when you're taking a bath, okay."

The boy nodded in response.

"Are there more people from our house with a toad problem?"

"Nobody that I know of."

"Good. If there's nothing else you may go now. Get some well deserved sleep."

Henry thanked the Head Boy, before closing the door. Benedict returned to his ungrateful duty, swearing under his nose while reading awful essays.

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Harry, you can't keep letting her do this."

Hermione couldn't help but be concerned with her black haired friend. When he returned last night from detention the scaring hurt even more then before. She tried getting him to see at least Mrs. Pomfrey, but everything she said was in vain.

"I can't give her the satisfaction." He glared at the venomous toad, sitting at the teachers table. "I'll manage, like I always had."

"We can't keep risking your life, mate." Ron said from above his plate. "Maybe we should ask Everest for help?"

"And he'll do what exactly? Complain to the teachers who won't do anything as well?"

"Relax, Harry. You know Benedict never let you down whenever you've asked for his help."

"And he did help with stopping Moody, when he took you away from us after the third task." Hermione added.

"I know." Harry slumped his shoulders. "But with the constant nightmares and burning from this." He pointed to his scar on his head. "It's hard to focus with that ministry's dog around."

"That and you're still not over Cho." Hermione huffed.

"What does that have anything to do with this? And she's still Cedric's girlfriend." He sighed. "I wonder how's he been doing lately. Being Imperiused by Crouch Jr. must have hit him hard."

"He's interning with his father from what I've heard from that stupid git." Ron replied.

"Did someone say Percy?"

"That unlovable 'shame his not adopted adopted' brother of ours breaks our heart."

"Maybe yours, George. I've quickly forgotten about him."

"And yet you still pray everyday. Wishing our git would come back."

"Ready for the tryouts, Harrikins? Fred asked, ignoring the look of his twin.

"I can't wait to finally feel the air." His face lightened up.

"That doesn't look good."

"What isn't...Neville?"

Harry Potter saw Benedict walking down the main aisle of the Great Hall. Judging by the confident smile on his face he must've been happy about something. A small rectangular box was held in his right arm.

"Yep, this is going to be a doozy."

"Amen to that, George."

"What are you on about?" Ron asked his brothers.

"A happy Ben means business, didn't you know?"

"The glorious Harpies couldn't even make him crack a smile."

"Sad to say but it's true." Angelina nodded.

"A Quidditch non-believer that one." Alicia added.

"He almost made me cry when I started playing Chaser." Katie Bell sniffed.

"But since I remember he had never missed a single match of ours." Fred said.

"Who cares. He never looked up from his book either way." George remarked.

While some people were voicing their curiosity of Benedict's actions he had reached the staff's table. Seeing that everyone was present he slowly took out an envelope from his breast pocket and placed it before Dumbledore.

"Hello Headmaster, Professors." He bowed his head.

"Should I be concerned, Mr. Everest?" McGonagall questioned as Dumbledore was studying the letter.

"Not at all, Professor. I'm just going to carry out my duties as Head Boy."

"How long will it take? The Minister awaits my report." Dolores Umbridge had a sickly sweet smile. She was genuinely looking down on him.

"It's regrettable that he'll unfortunately have to wait." Benedict smiled with his eyes closed. "Your presence is not only welcomed, but required"

"Oh? And how can I be of service?" She found the boy's smiling face suspicious.

"It'll all be revealed in a moment." Benedict turned back to the main seat. "Any objection, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought. Although he seemed calm on the surface, his thoughts were processing in light speeds. Eventually he stopped and let out a grandfatherly chuckle.

"I'll leave the stage to you, Mr. Everest." The wizard's eyes twinkled with amusement.

Having got the motion greenlit Benedict clapped, making the food disappear from the tables. A resounding click from the Great Hall's doors closing unnerved a couple of people.

"What's the meaning of this?" Draco Malfoy didn't wait with making his displeasure heard.

"If you give me a moment then I'll explain shortly."

"This is absurd. You have no right to keep us locked in here."

"Quiet." Benedict used Sonorous to make his voice louder." This is your first warning, Prefect Malfoy. Please don't interrupt me again."

"How dare you!?"

"I'm said... SHUT UP"

The fifth year Slytherin slammed against the tabletop with his head. He gritted his teeth from both the pressure and pain he was suffering.

"Release my student, you impertinent child. Snape rose from his seat.

"That'll be enough, Severus." Dumbledore calmed the Potion Master. "Please release him, Mr. Everest."

"Fine."

Without the constant pressure the trembling student could finally take a breath. He felt fear as he saw the total disregard for his life in the older teen's eyes.

"Let's get one thing straight."Benedict walked closer to the edge of the platform the staff's table was placed. "The moment I've claimed the title of Head Boy, each prefect became my direct subordinate. As it is written in the school's codex under chapter 35. Just because my predecessors didn't use this privilege, doesn't mean I won't."

He glanced through the Great Hall. Seeing no objections he continued.

"A Head Boy or Girl has many rights, privileges and duties. Today you've already seen one of the aspects of my title. But that's not why we're here today. Henry Walsh, would you please come here."

The first year Ravenclaw fidgetted from the attention he got, but remembering the teen's words of encouragement he stood up. Although his footsteps were small, they still loudly echoed in the silent Hall.

"Don't worry." Benedict reassured the boy by placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Okay." He whispered.

"With my right as the Head Boy I hereby accuse Dolores Jane Umbridge, Professor of Defense Against The Dark Art's, of unlawful conduct. That being the illegal possession and usage of a banned in most countries dark artifact, the Blood Quill of Penitence. On a side note, Hogwarts was the first institution to ban it in 1679. How disgusting that what was once our pride was trampled by an overzealous ministry official."

"I've had the approval of both the Minister and the Governors to use it." Dolores shrieked. "And how I discipline my students is in my discretion."

"Oh, but it isn't Mrs. Umbridge." Benedict smirked. "Neither the Governors nor the Minister can change the codex however they please. They can influence certain measures of course. But they have to comply with the sovereignty of the school. Using a banned artifact to subjugate your students isn't allowed, Mrs. Umbridge. So your claim of power is unfortunately unsanctioned."

"Now see here, Mr. Everest -."

"I'm not done yet." He said with a wide smile. "I'm yet to inform you that because of your actions I can call upon my right, as written in chapter 38, to judge a Professor."

With a snap small pieces of parchment and quills appeared before the sitting down in silence students. A scale rose up from the ground in front of Benedict.

"However, before we cast our votes." Benedict motioned the boy to show his arm. "Could you tell everyone gathered here what has she made you do yesterday for detention?"

Henry nervously showed his scar riddled forearm. "I was told to write, 'No muggleborn shall question his betters'."

The general reaction of the students was the feeling of rage and disgust towards the new professor. She singlehandedly alienated not only the muggleborns, but also their friends. Most of the Slytherins sat quietly. Those that giggled at the child's expense stopped when they started to feel Benedict's chilling glare on their necks.

"In the light of all this, I hereby ask the Student Body for their decision. Do you want Mrs. Dolores Umbridge to continue her tenure as Professor, or do you not? Please write Yes or No on the parchment in front of you."

The sound of furious scratching against the parchment filled the Great Hall. After checking that everyone put their quills down he summoned the scraps of paper and levitated them above the tool of judgment.

"The scales will decide your fate."

He released the suspended votes. Piece by piece they fell down, pivoting to one side or the other. Although the tallying wasn't over everyone could already tell what the final verdict would be.

"The last vote is behind us," Benedict paused, "With my authority as Head Boy I declare that the motion to relieve Mrs. Dolores Jane Umbridge of her tenure has passed. You'll have up until noon to gather your belongings and leave the facility as you're no longer a part of the staff."

"You...You." The witch saw red.

"Oh and before we adjourn this meeting. I'll have to rectify your wrong doings. Observe."

He opened his rectangular box, revealing a shining white quill with a translucent tip.

"Many of you had probably never heard or seen this fine piece of work. It was made by an American inventor that wanted to make right towards the victims of the excessive overuse of the Blood Quill. I think the best way to show its ingenuity is by an example."

He gave the quill into the trembling hand of Henry Walsh.

"Just write down what she had made you during detention yesterday."

Feeling the calm hand on his shoulder Henry began writing. With each stroke he felt as if something was leaving him. The crystal container of the quill was slowly filling up with reddish black liquid. After placing the final dot the Ravenclaw rolled up his sleeve and saw his skin without any markings of yesterday's torture.

"Thank you." He teared up and hugged the wizard.

"That's what I'm hear for." He smiled.

"As for you, Dolores. Lets see if you like the taste of your own medicine." Benedict unscrewed the body of the quill, releasing the content in the form of gas.

The reddish cloud flickered with black spots within. It seemed to have a conscience of its own as it shot towards the witch in pink.

"Get that away from me." She shrieked as the cloud sipped through her pores.

When the air cleared Dolores grabbed her arm in pain.

"It hurts doesn't it. Well at least the curse you've made a little boy live out came right back to his oppressor."

"You'll pay for this." She gritted her teeth when she saw the harrowing letters on her skin.

"Don't threaten me you wrench. I'm not as forgiving as you'd like me to be. Now you can go on your merry way and fuck off."

The doors to the Great Hall opened, signaling that the trial was over.

"If there's anybody else that has suffered the same detention, you can come and see me later at my office on the fifth floor. As for now you're adjourned."

He placed the Quill back to its case and walked out. There was no need to say anything more.

"That was so cool." Ron couldn't believe what just had happened.

"That's all it took? It was that easy to get rid of her?" Harry regretted not going to the man sooner.

"Hopefully that'll be the last of it." Hermione watched the former DADA professor with concern. "But she doesn't look like she gave up."

"Who cares? With her out of the picture we can finally get on with the important stuff."

"Pray tell, what is it Ronald?" The witch suddenly regretted asking.

"Quidditch."

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Omake

"Welcome to Breaking the Forth Wall first's issue." Benedict Everest welcomed the studio audience. "I'm your host Benedict Everest.

"Don't forget about me." A small blonde was sitting on a couch, surrounded by bunnies."

"Ah yes, please give a round of aplauz for my lovely co-host, Luna Lovegood!"

The crowd cheered on.

"Thank you for your warm welcome." He started after the audience quiet downed.

"So, what are your thoughts on this chapter, Luna?"

"Sadly, I wasn't in it." She pouted. "You're so cold to leave me out of the story after the build up in the the last three chapters."

"Boo."

"How dare you hurt Luna."

"Axe him and his program."

"I did mention you... somewhat." Benedict nervously loosened his tie under the pressure he felt from the displeased audience.

"You never gave me back my pudding." Luna tugged the cheeks of the fluffy white bunny on her lap. "And why didn't you kiss the sleeping beauty."

"Did she say kiss?"

"That bastard. We'll teach you coming on to our Goddess.

"Yes, well." The teen lift the cover of a button that was hidden within the desk. "Thank you for keeping up with the story and I'll see you in the next issue of Breaking the Forth Wall. Goodbye."

Benedict pressed the button, opening a hatch beneath him which allowed him to escape the angry mob.

After the security walked the people out of the studio, only Luna was left.

"You're still here?" A gentle smile brightened her face as she looked at you.

"Thank you for following us on this road of adventure and... possibly romance. "A light red tainted her cheeks. "Goodbye."