A fic I wrote years ago, and is in no way related to either Consequences or Homework.


CHAPTER ONE

Harvey Hunter came out of the toilet cubicle and washed his hands. Glancing at his watch, he noted that he had fifteen minutes of his lesson left to endure.

'Thank goodness.' He thought. He loathed Maths, and due to that reason, he decided to waste five more minutes before strolling back to his lesson.


Meanwhile, the Headmaster was marking a class of younger pupils' Maths homework. The majority of them had achieved forty out of forty as expected, but one sheet of paper had caught his interest. It was not the results that captivated him, it was the handwriting. There was a huge contrast between the detailed workings out and the letters that were the name of the student.

The Headmaster could tell that the penmanship of the workings out belonged to Dinah Glass, yet the sheet clearly stated another name. It was smudged beyond belief. The only letters he could make out were: H VEY H N R.

The Headmaster smiled. It seemed that he and Harvey Hunter needed to have a little chat.

Striding down the corridor, black gown billowing, the Headmaster was not to be messed with. The classroom containing Mr Brown's Maths students was at the end of the corridor. The toilets were off to the side.

It was unfortunate timing that Harvey chose to exit the toilets. He had been fiddling with his watch strap when he bumped into something black. Raising his head, he gasped in horror. The Headmaster loomed over him, a creepy grin etched onto his face.

The predator had caught his prey.

"Ah Mr Hunter, just the person I've been looking for."

Reaching down, he grabbed the small boy's wrists and lifted him into the air. Harvey gave out a small shriek as his arms were yanked above his head. His legs flailed.

Suddenly, his right foot connected with the Headmaster's face, the man's head rocking back upon impact. There was no blood spurting out of his noise, yet at the hit, his glasses had fallen off.

Harvey gasped again. The seldom seen eyes were narrowed menacingly. He remembered the first day of school when the Headmaster had taken off his glasses and started to exclaim that Harvey was feeling sleepy. A young Harvey had only looked at him in confusion. The Headmaster, in response, had merely sighed and dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Those very eyes now glared at him in disgust.

"What is going on here?"

The Headmaster whipped his head round to the left and was confronted with the sight of Mr Brown, who had heard all of the commotion and come charging up the corridor to uncover what was happening. Locking gazes with the boy's Maths teacher, the Headmaster smiled.

"Nothing is happening, Mr Brown. Go back to your class. Mr Hunter here is coming to have a chat with me."

Harvey watched in dismay as his teacher turned on his heel and briskly walked back to his classroom.

"Mr Brown! DON'T GO!" He screamed.

The Headmaster focused his attention back onto the youngest Hunter child.

"Be quiet, child." He barked.

With that, the Headmaster swung the young boy over his shoulder. He smirked at the child's cries of fear, yet it was replaced swiftly with a grimace when the boy started kicking him.

"Stop that at once!"

Harvey stilled immediately as the Headmaster began to stride down the corridor to his office. He heard an object thud to the floor, accompanied by a shout.

"My asthma pump! It dropped out of my pocket! I need it! Can we go back for it please?!"

"No."

On that note, the Headmaster carried on towards his office.