Disclaimer: the world of Harry Potter belongs to JKR, this story belongs to Kamerreon.

Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations imagined by JKRowling.They belong to him.I do not make money and do not commit infringementof copy right or trademark law.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron /Hermione and Blaise/Neville

Warning:slash man /man, het man / woman,general silliness, violence, adult language, sexual situations, sex, brief mention of the themes of suicide and digestive disorders, and intentional presence of some random OOC crises.

Chapter 4: Penal-Tea

"Penal-Tea"

Penalty: a self-inflicted suffering on himself for not complying with any obligation.

Harry moaned loudly and pulled his pillow over his head in an attempt to deny the reality and the awakening that had just snapped into place. He rubbed his eyes and slowly sat down on his bed, the expression on his face showed that he pondered his thoughts. It was all their fault, they are going to hell. It was their fault that he was standing at the ungodly hour of 5 o'clock in the morning for a detention with Snape.

He walked painfully and reluctantly out of bed to the bathroom to prepare for the day. He methodically pulled on a set of robes and descended stiffly in the common room.

It does not surprise him to see that the twins of terror are awaiting him on the couch. They were stretched slightly under the eyes stinging. For once, they kept his mouth shut.

If Harry had not been as much a Gryffindor, he would have fled in fear at the mere thought of another taste of these teas delighted. However, he was a Gryffindor. The Gryffindor. His pale hand with bitten nails and walked innocently immediately clung to the glass on the table beside the sofa. He swallowed the bitter liquid and slowly rose and walked to the picture by ignoring the two inventors.

The twins, disillusioned, and followed him to the dungeons. Harry enters the classroom for Potions and dropped into a chair waiting for when Professor Snape arrives and gives him, no doubt, a series of menial tasks and painful to do.

He looked up when the austere man entered the room like a hurricane, stopping right in front of him. "Potter."

"Sir," he replied with a je ne sais quoi of respect in his voice.

Snape's hand, stained by the potions, pointing to a large pile of black cauldrons. "Clean them all. I do not want to see any work on it. "

"Yes, sir," he said as he rushed to the disgusting mess. Harry raised his wand and prepared to cast a spell cleaning when Snape grabbed his arm.

"By hand, Potter," he sneered.

"I'm sorry, sir, I misunderstood. I'm so sorry. I'm going to throw myself in the Astronomy tower immediately, "muttered Harry, hastening to the door.

"Potter! Come back here right now! "Spat Snape, thinking that the wizard was trying to escape his punishment.

"Yes, sir," said Harry, almost magically reappearing before the Potions Master.

"At work," he roared.

"Professor Snape gives me a second chance to carry out my task? Professor Snape is such a great wizard! "Said Harry. He dove into the pile of pots and began to scrub with the cloth provided. His attention was focused on his task, as he never saw the shocked and confused looks that crossed Snape's face.

While Harry was busy cleaning the pots, Snape sat at his desk and began to write down the homework. The red ink splashed the parchment and the subject frown Snape accentuated at times.

"I'm done, sir," Harry said with a smile.

Snape cocked an eyebrow uncomfortably before getting up to inspect the pots. In spite of himself he had to admit that the boy had worked well for most of them. His eyes narrowed as he arrived, however, before a small black cauldron and serrated. "Forgot it, Potter," Snape laughed with satisfaction.

Green eyes grew wide and overly filled with tears. "I'm sorry, so sorry. Harry Potter is a failure. I'll pick you up a knife to me that you can cut into ingredients for your potions. "

"Do not be silly, Potter," Snape said, "you have nothing good enough for me to use in a potion."

The tears began to flow over Harry's face. "I am a complete failure. I cannot even help you as an ingredient in an potion. "Completely hysterical, Harry knelt down and bumped his head against a large pot."Wicked Potter! "He said.

Snape was a nervous tic by Potter before catching dresses and put him back on his feet. "Damn, what's wrong with you, Potter?"Although he probably would have denied it if you had asked, Snape looked really worried about the kid.

"The teacher asks if Harry is going well. The teacher is a wizard so generous! "The green eyes, so similar to those of his mother, shining with devotion.

With a look confused and deeply concerned, Snape appointed another corner of the room, waving his hand and said "Scrub the floor, Potter."

"Sir gives me another job? The teacher is the nicest! "Harry ran, grabbed the polishing product, knelt down and began his new job.

Harry could not help smiling while cleaning the floor - it was so pretty! It was not wood, as the Dursleys. The floor was made of small stones very soft. It was something like a reason too. What was it called again? Ah yes, the pavers. Humming quietly, Harry made his way around the room, following the patterns drawn by the pavement.

He looked up after finishing all the space around the office of the nice teacher and whistled their disapproval when he saw how the shoes were scuffed and Professor disgusting. It was not at all! Harry walked on all fours under the desk and began to shine the shoes of the teacher. It does not look up until Snape took a leap backwards.

Confused, Harry's eyes went up to meet those of Snape. Snape was looking down at him with something you could describe as a profound horror - although Harry does not understand why the good professor would be horrified.

"Get out!"Spat Snape.

Harry, shocked, looked at the angry man. "Harry Potter asks if there is something wrong, sir?" He asked.

"GET OUT!"Shouted Snape. "Stop looking at me like that with her eyes! Go! "

Harry started quickly on his feet and ran out of the room with tears in her eyes. He had every intention of going to offer himself as food to a giant octopus. Fortunately for him, the two sorcerers disillusioned arrested him before he could reach there.

Penal-Tea. Final analysis: inspire a trend of house-elf to inflict punishment for perceived errors - excessively violent punishments. The formula needs to be watered. Surprise bonus: the terrifying potions master Severus Snape.