Disclaimer- I do not and will never own the Harry Potter stories. That belongs to J.K. Rowling… (though I do wish she didn't kill off all of my favorite characters….)

Harry sat on the floor of the bathroom in the boys dorms defeated. He pulled up his knees to his chest and buried his face in his arms on top. He locked the door and put a silencing charm on it. Not that it mattered anymore. None of it mattered.

Sirius was dead.

And the worse thing was it as his entire fault. If only he had listened to Hermione when she told him it was probably a trap. But no he just had to go and save him! Bloody good job I did at that! He thought to himself harshly.

His beloved godfather Sirius- the one adult to ever be there for him; the man that offered him a home with him; who didn't think that Harry was just a freak or a waste of space; the man who broke out of prison to keep the man who betrayed his parents away from him. The man who never hurt him; the only who loved him even.

He was dead.

And it was all his fault.

Harry buried himself deeper in his arms and his body shook violently as a few more tears leaked out. What felt like hours had only been a few minutes and he already felt exhausted from crying. He tried to keep himself awake by clawing his nails into the palms of his hands. He didn't deserve sleep. He didn't deserve to relax into sleep. Not like he even could anyway he thought as he looked at the note clutched in his hand. He only had half an hour before he had to go to Filch's office.

Back in Dumbledore's office earlier this evening….

"Harry I am truly sorry for your loss tonight but the fact still remains that you led a group of your friends off of school grounds and put them all into very serious danger. I understand you are very upset at the moment but actions still do have consequences."

Harry's throat tightened up when Dumbledore said the word 'serious' and had to hold back a sob. He was still in too much of a daze to fully comprehend everything that was being said. "Sir?"

Dumbledore elaborated. "As much as I understand the great loss you are suffering I cannot let this slide so you will be having detention with Mr. Filch this evening as well as for the rest of the week."

Harry said nothing. He was too upset to even say anything. He knew he deserved it. After all what else do you do to the person that got their godfather killed?

"On Friday your detention ends and I will allow you to go to the Wealsey's for the weekend to have some time to grieve for Sirius. Normally in such occasions the student will receive a month to two months detention at the least but circumstances in place you are getting quite a bit of leniency. But you have to learn that the adults around you are here to protect you and you cannot leave because you had a vision. Next time leave it to the adults if you were unsure that Professor Snape knew what you were talking about then you should have gone to him after you escaped from Umbridge."

Harry stared at the man while Dumbledore took out a piece of parchment and quill and wrote something down. He handed the note to Harry. "Your detention starts at seven O' Clock this evening. Report to Mr. Filch's office you will leave when Mr. Filch tells you, you may go for the evening. Now go and get some rest before then." Dumbledore got up and guided Harry to the door. Dumbledore put his arm on his shoulder but Harry shrugged it off. Dumbledore tried to hide the hurt on his face but didn't need to as Harry refused to look at him. Something he deserved he was sure but he couldn't let this one go after all of the mess he had to clean up. He didn't want to let this young man get hurt anymore and if this was the way then so be it. "After your detention on Friday; go to professor Snape's office and he will take you to the Weasley's." Dumbledore told him kindly as he finally opened the door for Harry to leave.

The second the door was opened Harry rushed out of the office leaving Dumbledore to watch in sadly in his wake.

Back to the present…

Harry washed his face of the tears that would not stop but he couldn't hide his red swollen eyes from the crying. He looked one last time into the mirror and although he hated walking down the halls looking like this he left anyway. As he was walking down the stairs of the dormitory he pulled up the hood of his robe; no one was in the common room though not that he cared.

Harry kept his head down as he walked through the corridors and no one stopped him. But he did get some looks when he passed some people. But he paid them no mind. All too soon he reached Filch's office. He took off the hood of his cloak and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He would get through this detention whatever it was that Filch came up with because he knew it was the least he deserved for what he did to Sirius.

Harry heard the ruffling of something through the door and stomps of someone running around on the other side. He knocked again and he heard the sound of Filch's chains clinging together before the door shot open showing Filch on the other side. Filch took one look at Harry and grinned a rather nasty grin and pulled him inside and locked the door.

"You're late. Why?" Filch asked harshly.

Harry just stared ahead of him. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. He wanted as little conversation as possible while he was cleaning toilets or scrubbing the floors so he could leave.

Filch's grin was replaced by his usual scowl; he didn't want any of that. "Answer me!"

Harry flinched slightly but held his ground. He wasn't afraid of Filch. "I'm here on time. I was waiting at the door."

"Are you trying to tell me it's my fault?" Filch asked outraged.

Harry shook his head. He just wanted to get this over with.

Filch looked to be debating something before that nasty grin found its way back to his face. Harry held his breath. Whatever his detention was it had to be something horrible or else filch would be so happy.

"Well then you'll just have to stay later to make up for the lost time then. Sit." He said while pointing to a chair in front of his desk. Harry sat down while Filch sat behind the desk and took out a detention slip.

"Name- Harry Potter… crime- leading headmistress to be attacked and escaping school grounds….. Punishment-….."

Filch looked up to Harry and Harry looked at him defiantly. Nothing he could make Harry do could be too bad right?

"….. Whipping."

Harry stared at the man gaping in shock and horror. "You- you can't do that! It's against the rules!"

Filch looked up from the parchment with a gleam in his eye. "Ah! But Professor Umbridge allowed it, and Professor Dumbledore did not do anything to forbid it before he gave you detention with me; which means I am finally allowed to dole out what's been coming to you brats for years! And you can't do anything about it! for the next four days until Friday evening you will be screaming until you learned your lesson and I will make sure you learn it well…"

A/N- i know it's short but it's just the prologue. tell me what you think of the start of it thanks!