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Detention, Detention, Detention: Chapter Two

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the sun shining through the windows of Hogwarts. All over the castle, students were getting up, bright eyed and bushy
tailed—or, at least some were. The sensible and sane students were still tucked in their beds, dreams of sugar plums dancing through their heads and what not.

In the seventh-year boys' dormitory, Sirius was still trying to sleep. He groaned as the sunlight hit his eyes, waking him from his slumber. Rolling over, Sirius covered
his face with his pillow, attempting to get some more sleep. No such luck. The sun still managed to creep through the cracks between the pillow and the bed. Strange, Sirius thought, squinting, I've never seen blue sunlight… He eyed the light curiously, wondering how the sun could produce blue light. Suddenly, Sirius sat up, throwing his pillow off him.

"Ouch! Bloody hell!"

Sirius looked down. There, sitting on the floor, was James. He held his wand in one hand, and was rubbing his back with the other. Sirius focused his eyes on James' wand, which was emitting a blue light.

"James…." Sirius said slowly. James looked up, his face a mask of innocence.

"Sirius…." He said, just as slowly. Sirius glared at him, and pointed to the guilty wand.

"Why is your wand glowing blue? The same blue light that was shinning in my eyes moments ago?" James scooted backwards until his back bumped the edge of the next bed.

"No reason" He said nonchalantly, reaching behind him to grab the side of the bed, using it to push himself up into a standing position.

"Uh huh…" said Sirius, he voice dripping with disbelief. "Then why are you running away from me?" He asked, getting out of bed. James began to look wary. He shoved his wand into his pocket before replying.

"I'm not running away. I'm simply, uh, stretching my legs." He nodded, as if he were telling the complete truth. Sirius took a step forward. James took a step to the side, edging around the bed, keeping it between him and Sirius.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with you waking me up this morning, now would it?" Sirius asked, his voice hard. James blanched.

"Of course not, no," He replied, searching for a way out. Looking around the room, he found one. "I was going to get this letter, which we need to deliver." James picked up said letter, and held it out to Sirius. He looked at it and sighed, taking it away from James.

"You're right; we do need to deliver this." Sirius set the letter down in his bed, before turning back to James. "But first, breakfast!" Saying this, Sirius began rummaging through his chest, searching for clean clothes. James breathed a sigh of relief, and went to look for his own clothes.


Sirius shook with laughter as he pushed open the doors to the Great Hall. He and James had just finished breakfast and were making their way to the library, letter in hand. Sirius bounded up the staircase, James following after him.

"What do you think Madame Pince is going to say when we give her the letter?" James asked, curiosity infringing on his normally nonchalant voice.

"Dunno. Maybe she won't say anything" Sirius remarked, also curious.

"I wonder who the father is." James mused. Sirius shuddered.

"I still can't imagine Madame Pince having a child. It's just too weird." He said, as James nodded in agreement.

"Don't you think someone would have noticed if she was pregnant? So why haven't we heard about this before?"

Sirius looked thoughtful… or at least, he attempted to. "Umm… I think my cousins said something about her starting the year they graduated, so that would be about ten years ago."

James nodded slowly. "That would mean she had her baby before starting here, so no one would know anything about her being a mother" he said, looking at Sirius who nodded.

"That makes sense."

They turned the corner, and headed down the corridor towards the library. Just before they reached the doors, Sirius stopped short. James, not watching where he was going, bumped into him.

"Ouch," he said,"Why'd you stop?" Sirius turned around.

"I just remembered. I'm not supposed to be in library."

"Why?" James asked.

"Some misunderstanding about Peeves and inkbottles and precious books being destroyed. I don't remember the details." Sirius shrugged. "I honestly don't know why she got so upset. Anyway, I suppose the task falls to you." He held out the letter, waiting for James to take it.

"Oh no" he said, backing away. "You're not making me do this by myself. I'm sure Madame Pince has forgotten about that little misunderstanding." Sirius stared at him.

"Madame Pince doesn't forget anything. She still remembers."

James shrugged, "Well then, we just have to hope that she's forgiven you." Sirius glared at James, who walked cheerfully forward, entering the library and began heading towards the librarian's desk. He was halfway there before he noticed that Sirius had not moved. Sighing, James walked back out into the corridor.

"For Merlin's sake! She's not going to kill you for bringing her a letter from her son. Now, come on Sirius, hurry up." He said impatiently. "I wanna go down to the Quidditch Pitch. Lily said she'd come watch."

Sirius began to smirk, "Lily said she'd watch huh? Well then, we mustn't linger. Not if Lily is going to be there."

"Shuddup" James muttered, his cheeks growing pink. Sirius laughed, and walked forward into the library. Seeing Madame Pince sitting at her desk, Sirius gulped, and hid behind a bookshelf. James shook his head, and walked over to Sirius.

"Come on. Let's just get this over with." He said, tugging on Sirius' sleeve. Sirius looked at James, then Madame Pince and finally at the letter in his hand.

"You're right." He said, sighing.

"Of course I am." James said cheerfully. Sirius glared.

"Let's get this over with." With that, Sirius walked over to the librarians' desk, where she sat reading.

"Uh, Madame Pince?" Sirius said, trying to get the Librarian's attention. She looked up, and seeing who it was, glared at Sirius.

"You're not supposed to be in here" Madame Pince said, eyes narrowing to slits.

"I know, I know" Sirius said hastily, "I was asked to give you this." He held out the letter for Madame Pince to take. Sighing, she bookmarked her page and looked at the letter. When she saw the handwriting, her eyes grew wide. She snatched the letter out of Sirius' hand, and turned back to her book.

"Thank you" She said curtly. "Now leave my library." Sirius needed no further encouragement. He turned around and walked quickly out of the room, intending to go to the Common Room. James jogged to catch up with him.

"Do you mind if I go down to the pitch now?" He asked, impatient to get going. Sirius waved him off.

"Yeah, sure" He said. "I'll be down in a bit."

"Okay." James said, before turning around and walking towards the pitch.

Sirius kept walking towards Gryffindor Tower, his head down. He couldn't help thinking about the boy and Madame Pince being his mum. How was that possible? And why couldn't the boy see his mum at school? He was so immersed in his thoughts that only his deep knowledge of the school and years of wandering around late at night kept him from running into walls. That's probably why he didn't notice the boy until he bumped into him.

"Sorry" Sirius mumbled, turning around to apologize, and instead gasping in surprise. The first year from detention, and current occupier of his thoughts, was standing in front of him. The boy looked a little shocked, but recovered quickly.

"Thank you for giving my mum the letter." He said, grey eyes boring into Sirius.

"You're welcome" Sirius replied, wary of the boy's gaze. "See you around." Sirius turned around and continued on to the Common room, the boy's eyes following him as he walked away.

"Hey, how did you know-" Sirius started to ask turning around to find that the boy was no longer there. "- that I gave her the letter?" he finished dejectedly. Sighing, he turned around and shivered. The boy may have been gone, but the feeling of being watched remained. For some reason, Sirius felt as though he would never be rid of that unnerving gaze.

A/N: Reviews are very much appreciated… they make poor, humble, writers feel loved - which is a good thing. Constructive criticism is always welcome as well. But flames, well I'll save those for the next bonfire. I hear they're very good for toasting marshmallows…