Authors Note: I DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters, names, places, things, etc. All of this belongs to the ever legendary J.K Rowling. I guess I do own Hope though.

Ugh, I'm so sorry for how long it's been taking me to write. I know I've had an excuse, finals, and I still do. But know it's this. I'm moving. It just occurred to me what an awful time I had picked to start a new story. My room has more crap in it that my parent's and brother's combined. It's gonna take me forever!

I'm super sorry again and my goal is to get at least the next chapter up before I move which is in the first week of January. If I don't, I give you permission to yell and to hate me. Thanks for sticking to this and reading it! Please Review, Favorite and Follow! And stuuuuff… ^-^

Hermione sniffed at me disapprovingly when I had told her about my detention. She didn't talk to me at dinner or at breakfast the next day. During our free period she only talked to me about our homework and various pieces of otherwise boring knowledge. She had her head in a book the whole time, looking at me with that look of hers when I tried to talk to her. It was around dinner when she had finally talked to me.

"Well 'Mon, it's off to o' detention." I told her as I finished my plate.

She looked up from her book "Good. I think you deserve it. Even if it was Malfoy, you shouldn't have punched him."
"You kiddin'?" a voice asked "That git deserved every last bit. What Hope did was brilliant. Wished I would have thought of it."

The person who had spoken was none other than Ronald Weasley. Red hair sticking up and blue eyes watching us from behind the mound on his plate he calls his dinner.

"That's ridiculous!" Hermione said in a gasp "No matter who it is, Slytherin or not, doesn't mean you have to punch them."

Ron shrugged "No one likes Malfoy much, good to knock him down a few pegs."

"This is our first week here." Hermione pointed out "You don't want to get kicked out this early do you? You know how embarrassing that would be?"

I glanced at Ron "Ronald has a point though. Mister high and mighty needs to know he can't just push people around."

Ron nodded in agreement though he did frown at the use of his full name.

I stretched out my legs "Anyway, I gotta go. Don't tear each other apart in my absence!"

Hermione glared at Ron, but nodded at me "Have fun with Filch."

"Oh don't you know it! I'm going to have a blast!" I told her.

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"I'm so bored and we haven't even started!" I complained loudly.

Harry glanced over at me amused "We haven't even been given the cleaning supplies yet."

I groaned and flopped down onto the floor, leaning against a large cabinet. "This is going to take forever! And no magic! But I guess I'm used to it…"

He glanced at me, something flashing across his face so fast I couldn't tell what it was and almost decided it hadn't happened, but there was definitely something. "Especially with Filch's eye. He'll want everything perfectly spotless."

I guess I hadn't thought of that. I groaned again "Damn it!"

Just then Argus Filch walked in, hunched-shoulders, a horrible and pasty face, bulging pale eyes and thin grey hair, giving us an almost malicious smile. His voice was unpleasant as he placed various cleaning items on the ground "A pity they let the old punishments die. I'm still trying to get Dumbledore to let me hang you all from the ceiling by your thumbs."

Harry and I traded a glance.

"I want you to clean all of the trophies. Spotless. And when I come back they better be clean or I'll just have you clean them all again. Now, get to cleaning!" He cast one last warning look at us before hobbling out of the room, his wretched cat, Mrs. Norris, following behind him.

"I'm gonna cry." I stated as I picked up a cleaning solution and a rag, tossing a set to Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes at me, opened the glass windows and picked up a trophy, "1971, M. G. McGonagall. Thinks this person is related to McGonagall?"

I shrugged, scrapping a rag around a cup "Most likely, what is it for?"

"Let's see…" He trailed off "Here it is, this person was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Oh, dads on this too, along with a bloke named R. J.H. King."

"Who's that?" I spat on a stubborn grease mark.

Harry shrugged, wiping the three awards "Dunno, but he was also on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, but in 1969."

I nodded and placed the cup on the shelf and picking up another one "Wonder what they're for…"

"I could always ask dad." Harry replied, glancing towards me.

My hand froze mid-wipe, but I quickly resumed. Why does he still call James my dad? Am I missing something here? I thought they didn't want me anymore, so why still call him my dad?

"Yeah, let me know what he says."

"I will."

We worked a while in complete silence, though it wasn't deafening. It was almost pleasant. We had gotten at least one whole cabinet done, if you counted the half I've done and the half he's done. We were being extra careful and thorough, making sure Filch couldn't make us stay any longer. I bet he will anyway.

I huffed, wiping my sleeve across my brow, and slammed yet another cup onto a shelf.

Harry smirked at me "Now what did that cup do to you?"

"It existed and then made me clean it." I replied.

He snorted, glancing around the room "What time is it?"

I looked upward "Probably thirty minutes from when we got here."

He glanced at me before speaking "So you know yesterday…"

I hummed in agreement, scrapping a rough spot on a plaque with my fingernail and scratching it in the process. I had that 'oh shit' face and glanced at Harry who was staring at a cup and flashed out my wand muttering "Reparo." (1)

"Saw that." He told me with a grin, "But what I was saying was sorry for— going after Malfoy I guess. Not only did I get in trouble, but you did too."

I looked at him in surprise "But I was the one who punched Malfoy. You didn't make me. It was of my consent and of the whole school's consent, but mostly mine."

He rolled his eyes "I know, I'm just—putting it out there."

"Oh. Well, thanks Harry."

"Yeah no problem." He muttered.

"Sooo." I trailed off "How long you got detention?"

"Two days. Snape was pretty pissed though I guess some good came out of it."

"Ah, lucky, I got four." I tucked some hair behind my ear "So, what good came out of it?"

He looked at me with that smirk of his, not quite a Malfoy smirk as we call it, but one of his own "Well you're looking at the youngest seeker in over a century."

I nearly dropped the trophy I had been holding "You're kidding!? That's amazing! But I thought first years weren't allowed to try out for Quidditch."

"Yeah well Snape and Dumbledore both thought it could get bypassed. I don't think anyone knows yet, the Slytherin Teams trying to keep it a secret I think. But I kind of wish I hadn't gotten in, everyone will think I'm getting special treatment because I'm, wait for it, the Harry Potter."

"I get what you're saying. But anyone could have done that, so think of it as you will, but it's an amazing feat. Congratz."

He smiled "Thanks. I guess I just wanted you to be the first to know."

I smiled "Thanks that means a lot."

"Does it?" He inquired.

"Yup, out of all the people in Hogwarts: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw alike, you choose me."

He laughed "Yeah. Mum and dad don't even know yet."

I grinned "Well you'll sure give James and Pads a heart attack I'm sure, while Lily and Moony will be more of the more mellow ones. Trying to be the more rational and mature of the four."

He looked at me oddly "You still remember that? Their Marauder names I mean."

I nodded "Of course, I'm not stupid. James was Prongs and that rat was Wormtail."

Harry's face darkens at the mention of the rat "Yeah."

"So," I started, changing the topic, "this may sound funny, but I was wondering…"

"Wondering…" He trailed off, looking at me.

"If you could explain it to me. Quidditch I mean. I don't know much about it."

He smiled enthusiastically "I'd love too! Ok, so you want the long or the short version?"

"How longs the long version?" I grabbed the last trophy from my cabinet.

"Well it started way back around the 1050s…" He dragged the 'a' in 'way' out.

I choked on my spit. Classy. "Oh god no! The short version!"

"Thought so. Ok, so there's fourteen players on the pitch at all times. There's the six Chasers, who throw the Quaffle around and try to get it through the poles on each side of the pitch. You got that?"

"Six Chasers and a Quaffle, yeah." I nodded at him.

"The two Keepers watch over the poles and keep the opposing team from scoring. Then there's the four Beaters who knock around the two Bludgers trying to knock the opposing team's players off their broom." I blinked at him. That was a mouthful.

"Two Keepers. Four Beaters and two Bludgers. Got it."

"Lastly there's the two Seekers, that's the position I'll play. They don't do anything throughout the game, but look for the Golden Snitch. The Seeker who catches it first wins their team an additional 150 points and ends the game."

"Ok, two Seekers and the Golden Snitch. Right." I dragged the 'I' in 'right' out.

"I guess that's pretty much it really, since you wanted the short version."

I nodded. Sounded easy enough. Maybe I'd try out for the team next year. "Mkay… thanks."

Harry hummed, wiping the rag around an already shiny plaque.

I wandered over to another cabinet and picked up a small trophy that read 'Tom Riddle'. "Hey Harry, you've ever heard of Tom Riddle? Gotten this for Special Services for the School. Wonder what he did."

Harry walked over and looked at the trophy over my shoulder. He drawled "No idea, but he probably did something along the likes of saving someone from the Whomping Willow."

I snorted "Or saved someone from the Giant Squid."

"Or from the creatures in the Forbidden Forest."

"Or maybe he—"

"PEEVES!" Came a great yell, no doubt from Filch.

We both froze then snickered. "Wonder what he's done now." Harry wondered aloud.

I grinned wildly "Most likely crashed something large and expensive. He's awesome."

Harry gave me an odd look "'Awesome'?"

I nod.

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Let's just say two hours later and a large argument with Filch we were finally done. We left Filch with a bright red face, an enraged cat, a pile of dirty rags, and empty cleaning bottles. We both walked out smelling strongly of lemons and polish, agreeing a shower would do us some good. I had three more days of detention… Oh joy.

Spells Used In Story:

(1) Reparo- The mending charm