CHAPTER THREE
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Sirius and James stood in front of Mr. Potter, who was glowering at them, pacing. Both boys watched him nervously. "Let me get this straight," James' father suddenly said, making them jump. "You and your friends played a prank on Professor Dumbledore. Then you foolishly decided to accept FIREWHISKEY!" Mr. Potter thundered. His eyes bored into James and Sirius. "Let me tell you something, boys."
"Yes, sir?" Sirius and James asked nervously.
Mr. Potter towered over them. "YOU. ARE. THIRTEEN. YOU. ARE. UNDERAGE. YOU. ARE. NOT. ALLOWED. TO. DRINK. FIREWHISKEY."
Sirius began to tremble. He had never seen Mr. Potter this angry at them. He swallowed, biting his lip. "We know, sir," Sirius said softly.
"Yeah, dad. We're sorry, so no harm done, right?" James asked, grinning. Sirius stared at him in slight shock. He flinched back when Mr. Potter stepped forward and gave James a hard swat. Then James was dragged inside and the door was shut. Sirius was shaking and sweating. After a few minutes, James came out, his cheeks covered in tear tracks. "Your turn," he said shakily.
Sirius didn't meet his friend's eyes and hurried inside. He saw Mr. Potter sitting on his bed, his hazel eyes stony. "Sit." Sirius shook his head. Mr. Potter raised an eyebrow. "Sirius Orion Black, sit!" Sirius bit his bottom lip and shuffled over. Mr. Potter's eyes never left him.
When Mr Potter opened his mouth to speak, Sirius interrupted. "Why do you care?" he asked rudely. "You probably don't even want me around here. You're going to send me back to my parents, aren't you?"
Mr. Potter stared at him. "Sirius, we would never send you back to them," he said. "They abused you. They beat you. They deserve to be in Azkaban."
Sirius blinked rapidly. "You ... you're not going to send me back?" he whispered.
Mr. Potter shook his head. "Never."
Sirius wiped away a tear. Mr. Potter's soft eyes grew stern once again. "All right, now, I want to address that little outburst." Sirius gulped. Mr. Potter patted the spot beside him and Sirius sat down. Mr. Potter fixed his gaze on him. "Sirius, how did you speak to me?" he prompted.
"Disrespectfully, sir," Sirius said shakily. He lowered his gaze. Mr. Potter put a finger under his chin and raised it. Sirius stared into Mr. Potter's hazel eyes.
"Do you think that was an acceptable way to speak to me?" Mr. Potter asked sternly. Sirius shook his head. "A verbal answer, please."
"No, sir," Sirius whispered.
"And you know what the rule is for lying, or disrespectful talking is, correct?" Mr. Potter prompted.
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Potter nodded and stood up. "All right, let's get this over with." Sirius dragged his feet to the washroom. He sat down on the wooden stool and watched as Mr. Potter took out a fresh bar of soap. He ran it under the water. After a few more seconds he turned the tap off and turned to Sirius. Sirius immediately opened his mouth, a tear already hanging from his eyelashes. Mr. Potter placed the soap in Sirius's mouth. The moment the soap was in Sirius' mouth Mr. Potter started counting. A minute would be efficient enough to get the point across. At number 40, Sirius made a whimpering sound and gave Mr. Potter a pleading look. At 50, the first tear trickled down. After ten more seconds, Mr. Potter took the soap out and tossed it in the garbage. "You realize your punishment is not finished yet?" he asked softly. Sirius nodded.
"Over my lap," Mr. Potter said quietly.
Sirius immediately obeyed. He felt Mr. Potter transfiguring something. Then Sirius felt his pants and undergarment being pushed down. He stifled a groan of embarrassment. There was a sharp tap, which warned him. WHACK! Sirius gasped at the sudden blow of the ruler. After nine more smacks fell, the ruler was put away and Mr. Potter hugged Sirius. "It's okay. It's all over. You're forgiven," he murmured.
Sirius sniffled. "Thank you," he whispered shakily.
Mr. Potter smiled. "Why don't you get some sleep?" he suggested. "It'll help you." Sirius nodded. Mr. Potter stood up and headed toward the door. He paused, then said, "You do know that my wife and I love you?"
Sirius nodded. Mr. Potter was about to close the door when he heard another response.
"I love you too."
END OF CHAPTER THREE
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This is the end of Albus Dumbledore's humiliating prank.