A set of detentions with Snape. written because I have to wait for a book to continue my other story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Night Long Detention

By Ancient Midnight

Chapter One

2011/07/15

Harry knocked on Professor Snape's office door for his detention.

"Come in." The door opened on it's own. Harry hesitates to come in though. Snape is no where to be seen. "I said come in!"

Harry darted into the office feeling the door barely miss hitting him as it slammed shut behind him.

"You," Harry jumps as Snape snarls behind him, "Will be writing lines tonight." With a flick of his wrist a neat piece of parchment floated over to land in Harry's hand. "Several hundred lines."

Fortunately, Harry's jaw dropped open in shock so he didn't argue his way up to 1500. Professor Snape gestured to the spare desk along the wall and waited for Harry to sit down.

"If you so much as fidget I'll be back with another detention," he glared down Harry then turned and briskly glided out of the room through a side door.

Harry watched him go trying not to say anything. Huffing to himself, Harry got out his things to write the required lines.

"Bloody Hell!" Harry gasped, followed by a largely unhealthy amount of cursing later.

"People who attempt to fool their superiors with simple lies and mischievous thoughts are delinquent fools who need strict disciplinary action. I am such an idiot who used misdirected schemes in my attempt to avoid the people helping the achievement of my education. I am apologetic and boldheadedly ask your forgiveness, even knowing that I am undeserving of such an elaborate gift."

Cursing Snape the entire time, Harry set to work. Checking his watch Harry realized that there was no way he would be finished before curfew. He would probably be here well after midnight.

Harry shifted the quill in his hand numerous times, but no matter what he did, his hand hurt. Three hours had passed and Harry knew there was no way that his lines were even halfway. glancing back at his sheets he decided that at least a hundred had been done, maybe even a little more. in five minutes it would be curfew though, and Snape hadn't come back to check on him. If he new the spell, Harry would have copied the first few pages and maybe changed it around a little. One of the many times Harry wished he listened to Hermoine.

Harry switched hands boredly, trying to work the cramp out of his regular one. The first few lines scratched sloppily, but they got a little better after half the paragraph. He was unpleasantly surprised to find his left hand could only write a few lines before it too had cramped up. By the time Harry had worked out the cramping ratio of both hands Snape's old clock was ringing midnight.

Harry spared the door what had to be the hundredth look of the evening before he counted up his lines. Then recounted, as that couldn't have been right. Harry groaned, only 236! A quick glance around the floor told Harry he hadn't lost anything.

Either way, he was tired and he had practice tomorrow. And Snape still wasn't out, he was probably waiting to be asked. Harry wondered if Snape was going to be angry that he hadn't come to get his professor at curfew.

Knocking at the door and even trying the handle was a waste of time. Harry knocked for a good half hour and Snape never came out. It would serve him right that his student left for bed, but the door was locked. Harry was locked inside the office, and couldn't even hear anything from outside the room. There was nothing, no potion hissing, no grumbling grouchily or prefects in the hall, nothing.

Harry threw himself in his chair, picking up the quill again, if he kept on like this, he'd run out of ink before he finished these lines.

Snape knew he had forgotten something, it was nagging at the back of his mind. If he weren't halfway through a very important potion he would have stopped to think on it. As it was the students were all in bed, the wards were safe and sound and he only had three minutes to stir in the Mandrake hairs.

He decided whatever it was could wait until later though. The potion turned a violent purple and Snape tossed in a solvent before it could explode. That was close, he had to figure out what had done that.

Harry had stopped caring about counting the lines, or playing around or even his hours numb hand. He had rummaged through Snape's storage (for the students so technically it wasn't stealing.), and his desk top (nothing to say there) and he had completely run out of ink or paper. About an hour had past since he was just writing the lines down on a blank paper he knew a spell that would fix it up for him later anyways. the whole paper front and back would be filled with lines on top of lines and if Snape didn't like it, he could talk to Harry's Head of House. Harry was going to.

He didn't know why he was stuck here all night, but he knew from past experience that speaking back to a professor did not equal a night stuck in a room with no bathroom. And he wasn't even really guilty, he'd only slightly fibbed about why his homework wasn't done. Saying 'oh professor, my trunk was locked in the bottom of the stairs all summer' was far too close to whining for Harry's liking.

He had just put down his last dot when the door popped open. Harry hurried out before it could change it's mind.

Harry at least expected the sun to be coming up at such an early hour, but it was still pitch black outside. Not caring if he was caught, Harry made a break for the first washroom he could find.

Harry barely had to sneak at all, no one was around this early in the morning, he made it all the way to Gryffindor tower without bumping into a single person or ghost.

The Fat Lady's snores could be heard all across the corridors. Harry wasn't sure how she could possibly hear him above all that noise, but she woke up when Harry called her. Well, barely woke up.

Her snores stopped, and Harry repeated the password. She opened one eye, and the portrait creaked open. Running upstairs, Harry lay down to at least get a few hours sleep before practice.

review please. this won't be too long, I'm just testing the waters, maybe two or three more chapters? Tell me what you want in it though, and I will try to oblige.