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In case it wasn't clear, these shorts are not connected.
Harry was getting worried about Hagrid. No one had seen him since that loathsome Skeeter's article exposed his mixed ancestry. The trio was making their way down towards their first Care lesson of the new year.
As they were standing around the designated barn, a familiar bulldog grabbed hold of the hem of his robe and began growling. Harry could only stare in horror.
"What are you doing to my Ripper boy! Stand up straight, no slouching, tuck that shirt in, and for Merlin's sake, run a comb through that rats nest you call hair."
The words were out of his mouth before he could think. "Yes, Aunt Marge"
"That's Professor Dursley to you boy. My dear brother has worked his heart out trying to instill you with manners and etiquette and this is how you behave. Detention with me tonight, 7 o'clock sharp." Marge continued her way to the front of the class.
"I am Professor Marjorie Dursley. Dumbledore asked me here since your usual professor refuses to perform his duties. That he wasn't sacked for lazing about shows just what kind of man the Headmaster is. You will all work hard in my class, and no silly titles will excuse that. Today we're going to be learning about Crups..."
As Marge continued the lecture, Harry's face turned bright red. He had thought he'd gotten away from the Dursleys. A glance towards his right showed a mocking Malfoy with his jolly band of Slytherins laughing along.
Harry leaned towards Hermione. "We have got to get Hagrid back," he whispered.
"No talking boy, that will be another detention, and one for the tart as well. Now, as I was saying..."
Peace Out
Lord Retro