Author's Note: This is my first story. It might not be very good, so I would appreciate any advice. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter

Come on Harry! Just a couple more lines. Don't give that overly-large toad the satisfaction. Flexing his bleeding hand he looked up. Her walls were decorated with kittens and a lot of pink. It made him nauseous. He snuck a glance at the clock. Damn ! Four bloody hours of this torture. I rather deal with Snape, the bloody git who won't stop sticking his overly large……

"Potter! You may go. I'll see you tomorrow at seven," she smirked.

"I am very sorry to inform you I will not be able to attend detention for I will be leaving for Christmas break," he replied not feeling in the least bit sorry, "and since tomorrow is the start of break, I won't be able to attend." Smirking, he looked at the pink toad.

"Very well," she smiled sickeningly, "your detention will be rescheduled until after break." Smirking, Harry began to pick his bags. Thank god! I would hate to spend another second with her. I can't wait to see Sirius and Remus. He quickly picked up his bag and left the room, though not before glaring at her one last time. As he walked down the corridor, he took a look at his hand. I must not tell lies was even more swollen than usual. He would have to cover that up. It would do no good for someone to see. With that thought, he quickly pulled his robe over his hand and continued to his dormitory.

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Harry tumbled out of the fireplace only to land on his face. "I hate the floo," he mumbled. He stood up and began to dust himself off. Suddenly, strong arms lifted him up.

"Cub!" Remus yelled joyfully.

"Remus, I've missed you!" replied Harry happily.

"Come, we are sitting in the kitchen. Sirius has been whining about you not being able to come sooner."

Harry laughed. "I have missed him. I can't wait to see him." As they walked to the kitchen, Harry took the chance to look around. It's a lot cleaner than I remember, though still kind of depressing. Sirius must hate it here. I would. As Harry walked through the door leading to the kitchen, he was attacked by a pair of kind arms.

"Oh, Harry! You're much too thin, sit. I'll get you something to eat, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she pushed Harry towards the table. In fact, Harry was much too thin. He always ate very little, due to living with the Dursleys for half of his life. Lately, he would constantly forget to eat because of some problem or another.

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley, that would be great," Harry replied, though he wasn't very hungry. As Harry moved toward the table, he spotted the man he was most anxious to see.

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, as he launched himself into his godfather's arms.

"Hey Harry," Sirius laughed, "Umbridge giving you any problems?" he growled. Harry looked up into his godfather's face trying to decide whether to tell him the truth, no he couldn't. He knew if he told, Sirius would do something stupid and he would lose him forever.

"No, other than the occasional detention," Harry replied. Occasional! HA more like every bloody day.

"Here's your food, dear," Mrs. Weasley said interrupting Harry's thoughts, "Now tell us how Hogwarts is doing."

"Well……."

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