A/N: RE WRITTEN! SAME JOKES, NEW JOKES, BETTER WRITING!

Gonna try re-writing my other fics as well, maybe, perhaps, depends on the results!

Harry was in potions class with Snape, the old bat, droning on about the magical properties of some obscure potion he didn't really care about. Malfoy sniggered with his two goons near the back in his own snarky way And Neville's potion bubbled over, which was quite odd considering there was no fire lit beneath the cauldron.

Harry was seated near the back of the class between the bickering Ron and Hermione, he had tuned out both his friends and his teacher, successfully ignoring the entire class.

After Sirius's death Harry had cared less about getting in trouble. He had subscribed to Fred and George's joke shop getting their latest products by owl, gotten Peeves to avoid him when he started throwing ink balls and to help him out, also he had somehow managed to get less detentions and improved his skills in Quidditch, whether one was the result or the other I can not say.

But he still felt lousy, Grief dragged after him wherever he went, that's why his nails were digging into the table, everything was just so irritating now.
"If you mash your pogrebin hair into a fine powder and ad it to your potion, it should be giving off a sweet smell that will make you feel a little depressed."

Smirking, Snape watched students slump, cry and even turn pail and faint, i.e. Neville.

Harry looked down at his work; he had been mashing the hairs too hard the powder made him cough. Ron poured the powder in and, smelling it, slumped down in his seat.

"Oy look at that, Potty's pet weasel is going to faint!" laughed Malfoy from the table near theirs, honestly Snape should have rethought his seating plan.

Now usually Harry would ignore Malfoy or say something like 'This from the bouncing ferret!' or 'Shove off, Malfoy.' but the potion had gone to his head.

All the anger he held against Malfoy, all the hatred and rage, the years of insults and rivalry bubbled to the surface, then, like a bucket of cold water, he remembered he was still in Snape's class and calmed himself down.

If he were to attack Malfoy outright he could get expelled, so he whispered a spell, aiming with his wand concealed be the desk, and suddenly Malfoy flew into the wall.
Snape glided over to him,. "I saw that Potter, I will not tolerate violence in my class, two days of detention!"

"Really Professor? Well that's simply not good enough!"

Harry raised himself from his seat and stood on the table and, shocking everyone, started shouting.

"Twohoursdetenton!DoIhearfourhours?"

Dear lord he was auctioning his detention.

"Five!" Shouted Ron, Hermione tugging on his sleeve, hissing for him to sit down! "Fivehoursontheboard!Doihearsix?five! GOING ONCE, TWICE, SOLD! TO THE VAMPIRE WITH GREESEY HAIR!"

Snape was outraged, his billowy cape and expression said that much.

"Two weeks detention POTTER!"

Harry put on his most charming grin, "Why professor I didn't know you liked to spend so much time with me!?"

"Cleaning the girls toilets!" Shouted Snape.

The class raised a chorus or "ooooh!"'s at the very idea.

"Fine." Said Harry, sitting down and smiling, not too worried.

Snape still shaking with rage told everyone what their homework was and dismissed them before finally going to Draco's aid.

Snape shoved Harry into the girl's toilets, making a point not to touch anything.

"A Slytherin girl will come check the toilets in one hour, I've also taken the liberty of confiscating your wand so you can clean them the muggle way." Snape sneered at him triumphantly.

Harry looked around for a moment, "this isn't much of a punishment, I have to say, the place looks pretty clan already, should have given me the boys toilets, they piss all over the place in there you know."

Snape wrinkled his large nose at Harry's unnatural knowledge of janitorial duties and slammed the door shut.

Harry casually walked passed the stalls until he heard it, large sobs were coming from behind a closed door, very unique sobs. He knocked on the door.

"Go away!" the teary voice replied.

"Myrtle, It's Harry!" he sighed.

After a short moment Myrtle floated out cautiously.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

Harry held up the toilet brush as a reply. "I've got to clean the toilets and I thought you might like someone to talk to."

Harry had tried to get Hermione to go visit him but she was busy helping Ron with his homework.

"Thank you!" sobbed Myrtle, "I'm so all alone here!"

Harry sighed, she was the only thing to stop him from being bored to death, and that's desperate.

Re written, almost twice as long now onto the next chapter!

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