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

Spreading the News

By Ancient Midnight

Chapter Two

2011/07/20

Harry awoke the next morning as a horde of people jumped up and down on his bed. He was tossed up and down until he successfully managed to untangle himself from his sheets.

"GAH-umph" Harry yelled hitting the floor. Someone jumped down with a thud by his head.

Wood crouched down by his head whispering, "I don't care how late your detention was, we have training to get to."

Feeling a little hurt, Harry sat up to tell him, "You should."

"C'mon Harry-"

"we gotta get to the field early-"

"or Marcus will steal the field again!" They finished together, still bouncing on the bed. One of them holding three brooms in his hand.

One of the other boys moved their curtains, "Harry just go! It's way too early!"

"Yeah, quiet you," Ron yelled not even getting up.

"OUT!" Dean ordered from under his pillow.

Then Seamus disappeared behind his curtain again. The quidditch team froze for a whole minute, watching the curtain.

"Okay-"

"Going," the other twin added, helping Oliver drag Harry out.

They met up with the girls in the common room, and somewhere in between Harry had changed into his Quidditch robes. Angella handed Oliver his broom.

"What the-" Harry looked down at himself.

"That was me, we don't have time to wait!" Oliver tossed Harry's pajammas on the couch.

"Now team, fall in, we're running to the pitch. You can thank Harry for the nice warm up!"

The jog there was filled with sarcasm and groaning. There was no one else around this early in the morning, and they were more than ten minutes early.

Harry couldn't believe that Oliver could somehow get his laundry (with it his robe), get his broom, make sure everything was set for quidditch in the worste case scenario, but not realize his player was missing for an entire night.

"Now listen up, we are going to have tryouts. . ." and so the torture began. Oliver had them flying formations, and doing tricks until halfway through breakfast.

"Harry, you seemed a little tired today-"

He saw red, and besides wanting to hit his Captain, there was only one thing to do. "Yeah, you didn't notice I was gone 'til four in the morning! I got locked in a room during my detention!"

"What do you mean?" Katie asked concerned.

"You tick off Snape that bad-"

"during you detention?"

"No, he had something to do, and the doors all locked. I was stuck there for hours, look, I even hurt my hands," Harry held them out. They were still sore from the writing, and stiff too. Like he had been scrubbing pots all night instead.

That caught Wood's attention, he snatched the hands and dragged them close to his face to get a closer look. He took his time assessing the damage and ignoring Harry's complaints. When he finished, he began dragging Harry back to the castle.

"We'll have to get you to the hospital wing and get it checked out. I don't want my star seeker out of the game because he couldn't use his hands."

Meawhile Snape awoke as usual for a Satuarday morning at 8 o'clock. Having only had five or six hours sleep made him drowsy and feel even more grumpy than usual. the knot in his stomache didn't make matters any better.

It was mid stretch that Snape froze in shock, the detention! Tossing his blankets aside, Snape grabbed his wand and ran out the side door of his quarters. With a wave of his wand his dressing robes changed into his usual teaching robes, with another, the door that connected his potions lab and office sprang open.

"Potter, you imbecile-" Snape cut himself off taking a look around. The chair he had sat Potter at yesterday wasn't pushed in. Minerva must have come to get the boy at curfew, he decided.

Snape quickily cleaned up the mess the student had made. Banishing the parchment, Snape headed back to his quarters through his potion's room.

At lunch, Snape was careful heading up to the teaching table, but Minerva seemed civil enough. She was frowning down at the students. Snape left her to it, only glad that the headmaster was away on business still. One angry cat at a time, he'd say.

"Poppy told me Potter was in the hospital wing. He mildly spranged his wrists, both of them." Snape nodded along, wondering what this had to do with him.

"Tryouts have been posponed, you can tell Flint he can take Griffindor's time. We'll take yours."

Snape nodded again "I will tell him. now I have something to tell you, I have no idea why Potter hasn't come running to you like a trantrum-run infant to his- Minerva, are you even listening?"

"hmm?" Minerva turned to look at him.

"Anyways, as I was saying; I don't know why the brat hasn't come crying to you."

"What brat?"

"Potter."

"He was in the hospital wing I told you."

"Not about that, he was serving detention yesterday. And you know that potion I was working on? that delicate one?"

"Yes, what does one have to do with the other? I mean besides the obvious?" Minerva was starting to look cranky and impatient.

"I fixed the flaw." she gasped, as he had known she would over this news. Her eyes light up and she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Unfortunately, I had a student serving detention at the time. I left them alone-"

"You should never leave them alone!"

"I did, and then forgot about them in my office."

Minerva still looked mifffed, but nothing could dampen her spirits from his previous news. "so Potter spent the night in your office? and I suppose you yelled at him this morning too?"

"No, he was gone this morning, the door was charmed to open one his lines were complete."

"Did you leave the name of your house elf? so that the boy was at least supervised and able to get food and drink?"

"No," Snape answered, knowing he was in for a lecture now.

I was going to have McGonagal go nuts on Snape for leaving harry there, but then I realize it was improbable. no one cared when Snape struck harry in the fifth book, and numerous professors have taken harry and pinned him against a wall, or grabbed his robes. Dumbledore included.

Wizards do not seem to think of their children as we do. if someone locked my sister in a room all night, I'd freak out and someone would lose their job. Speaking of sisters, sis, did you notice harry got the same injury you did, writing all day then all night on your novel?

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