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When Harry woke up the next morning he found himself in his dad's bed. His dad was holding him tightly and stroking his hair. Harry saw that it was a few hours yet before breakfast so he got up and put on his jogging suit. He heard his dad get up after him and follow suite. It was a morning routine of theirs during the school week. They would get up early and go jogging together before breakfast. The morning air was cool and made Harry's breath form a mist in the air. He was keeping up with his dad very well today. Soon they had run as far as they were able to before they turned to run back. When they had just passed the forlorn looking hut on the edge of the forest he saw a large shape in the window. Harry tensed up and looked anywhere but at the giant of a man who was looking at him longingly. Harry Continued to run.
Logan looked at Harry as he sensed him tense up. One look in the window of the hut was enough to make him understand why. The large man known as Hagrid was standing there with a lonely look on him. Logan was upset for the man but not too much so, after all he had willingly agreed to try and kidnap his son. The man looked at him and he seemed to have some sort of internal struggle before he decided on something. There was a look of resignation on his face as he waved to Logan, Logan was slightly startled but waved back. So there was some hope for the man after all. When they got back inside they each had a shower and changed into their school clothes. Harry wore a robe and a white shirt and black trousers, Logan wore his usual shirt and jeans, but he had a gi tucked away for classes. They made their way to the great hall. When they got in Logan escorted Harry to the Hufflepuff table where he sat down with his friends while he made his way to the head table. He sat down with Snape on his right. Sure Snape could be a sarcastic jackass but Logan actually appreciated that kind of humour. On his left was a much put out looking McGonagall. She had the sourest expression on that he had ever seen. She also reeked of righteous indignation. So she hadn't learned her lesson on working for crazy old coots. She had just noticed that he was there, and was glaring at him snobbishly.
"Muggle clothes are not fit for school Mr. Howlett."
"Yeah well my teaching gear ain't fit for eating in, and I ain't going to be wearing robes anytime soon so you'll have to pardon the lack of wizard ness of my duds."
At that moment Ororo came in dressed in her usual attire, a loose flowing skirt that reached past her ankles and a short sleeved shirt. She was drawing quite a few stares from the assembled males present. Logan chuckled a bit.
"You sure know how to make an entrance 'ro."
"Yes well I practice. So how goes your morning?"
"Good, Harry and I had a good run around the grounds before we came in you?"
"I found myself tending to the plants in the greenhouses; Professor Sprout was kind enough to show me some of the more interesting plants. Did you do anything of interest this morning Professor Snape?"
"Well I did brew a potion for madam Pomfrey." Logan noted the slight stutter to his voice as well as the blush and increased pheromones that he was giving out. He had to hide a smile.
"Really what was it?"
"It was -um- I don't really recall at the present time."
Logan grinned, it was no secret that just about every man who met Ororo wanted her for himself, he was the only exception to date. He saw her as a good friend but nothing more. He noted the vindictive pleasure that was coming from the old lady to his left, he may have found Snapes discomfort mildly amusing but he was not going to make fun of him. He knew Snape well enough to know that he liked the guy, maybe even enough to call him afriend. Logan decided that he should retaliate. So he turned towards the old crone and turned his charm on full bore. He knew that he could be damned attractive when he wanted to be, just because of his animal magnetism. He shot his most dazzling smile at the old lady and casually stretched his arms, making his shirt go tight and outline his very well defined muscles as he arched his back. He could smell her confused attraction at the display. He then casually leaned close to her as he set one of his arms on the back of her chair and whispered huskily as he let his eyes go slightly feral.
"So what did you do that was interesting this morning Professor." He let himself purr the word professor. He smelled the pheromones and her discomfort increase tenfold as she stuttered out a reply.
"No- um- I don't think. I had better leave for class now." She stumbled as she got up and left the table ignoring the stares she was drawing and the whispers that ran around the room. Logan chuckled to himself; he knew she was going to take a very cold shower that morning. Logan looked over and saw a very impressed Snape and a mildly amused Ororo.
"What?"
Harry heard the exchange that was taking place at the table and he could smell the older lady's sense of vindictive pleasure from Snapes discomfort, he also got to witness his dads' revenge on her. He wasn't surprised; dad knew all the right buttons to push to get a reaction out of people. He couldn't help but chuckle as the transfiguration professor left the room. His friends looked up as she left and began whispering amongst themselves. They were wondering just what had caused her to leave so soon. Harry would have loved to explain it but decided against it. He finished his breakfast and left for his first class which happened to be charms. Their teacher was a small funny looking man named flitwick; he was the head of Ravenclaw. They learned levitation charms first. They all got it within a couple of tries, except Hermione who got it in her first try. The Slytherins were rather put out looking that they hadn't gotten it as quickly but they soon recovered and got it quick enough. Harry noted the two menacing Neanderthals that Draco had been hiding from on the train. They were glowering and looking menacing. Harry glared back at them. He had learned how to glare from his dad. Needless to say they looked away and pretended that they had been minding their own business. Harry knew that he would have to keep an eye on those two. The others didn't seem so bad, Pansy however had snob written all over her. Harry decided to just ignore her. Their next class was defence against the dark arts with Dr. Strange. They covered stunners tripping hexes as well as jelly legs and petrifying charms. It was a very good class. They had transfiguration before lunch. When they got to the classroom the door was locked and they had to wait a few minutes for McGonagall to let them in. Harry held back a snicker of amusement as he noted her just recently dried hair. It was still slightly damp. They learned to turn matchsticks into needles; needless to say Hermione got it right on the first try with the others close behind. Even though the majority of Hufflepuffs got it before the Ravenclaws McGonagall acted as if it was something truly spectacular for a Hufflepuff to learn anything. She gave them 20 points each for outstanding effort. Only then did Harry understand what Cedric meant by what he had said yesterday. It was infuriating but itwas useful sometimes to be considered as useless duffer. The Ravenclaws rolled their eyes and shrugged as if to apologise for her condescending attitude. After that they had potions also with the Ravenclaws. Professor Snape Came into the room and gave a very interesting speech about bottling fame and other such clichés. Harry was fairly certain he said it to every class. Snape looked bored as he recited it but then he asked themsome questions.
"Who can tell me what you get when you mix asphodel with and infusion of wormwood." Everyone raised their hands. He looked over them and picked Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw.
"The draught of the living death?"
"Very good. Who can tell me where to find a bezoar? Mr. Howlett?"
"In the stomach of a goat?"
"Now what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? Ms. Granger?"
"There is none, they are both the same plant also called aconite."
"Well now that that is done shall we proceed with making a simple cure for boils?"
The rest of the class passed uneventfully with Harry partnered with Neville. Finally it was time for self defence. It was going to include all of the houses from1st year to 4th year. Harry came early and changed so that he could hang out with his dad a bit. When he got into the classroom he noted the numerous amounts of pillows on the floor. He chose one and sat on it close to his dad as he waited for class to begin.
"That was a funny prank you pulled on McGonagall Dad, she had no idea what hit her."
"Yeah well she had it coming. So how was your day Harry?"
"Pretty good, I learned some stuff but I couldn't wait for this class. So how has your day been?"
"Pretty good except some idiot in 5th year acted like a moron and said that there was no way a pathetic muggle like me could last one second in a fight with any wizard. Needless to say I offered him a chance to prove it he accepted and we had a duel. He was right about one thing, the fight didn't last a second. I had his wand knocked out of his hands and across the room with him pinned to the floor in no time."
"Who was it?"
"Some sissy boy called Percy. Needless to say he threatened me with a letter to his parents and left the class early saying he wouldn't stand for it and that I needed to learn my place."
"What an idiot. Anyway Dr. Strange says that we'll be looking at magical family trees tomorrow if you would like to come?"
"Sure, sounds great kid. I hope that I don't have any problems with this batch of students."
"Same here."
They talked for a while longer and eventually the class began filing in. Soon it was full of students, most were not in their gis'. Logan rolled his eyes. That had happened earlier today too.
"All right everyone in the room? Good, before we start I feel I should tell you, those funny looking pyjamas that you were supposed to get; yeah you have to wear 'em to this class. I am more than willing to give you ten minutes at the beginning of class and the end of class to get changed but you have to wear 'em. Before you get changed I think I should draw your attention to the list of offences and their resulting punishments on the door there. If you commit an offence believe me you will be punished, and that is defiantly not a good thing. Read it before you leave to get changed in the change rooms. The girls are to the left the boys are to the right."
Most of the kids Turned dutifully to read the sign and change except for one boy, it was the red head from the train. He had a mulish look on his face. Harry rolled his eyes; this one was going to be trouble.
"Weasley get changed now." Logan ordered in his 'don't piss me off more than you already have' voice. Ron looked startled for a moment but then moved sulkily to the change room while giving his dad and him a filthy look. Harry stood beside his dad.
"That's Percy's brother Ron dad, I think it might be a good idea to keep an eye on him."
"Yeah I don't doubt it."
Logan was silent as he waited for the class to finish changing, that's when he heard the commotion going on in the boys change room. Logan was glad for his super hearing that day, if he hadn't heard what was happening who knows how far it would have gone. Logan heard one of the kids making fun of another kid; he thought it might be the red head making fun of Neville, as he was changing. He said some really nasty things, horribly embarrassing things that were sexually degrading. Logan hurried to the changing room before it got out of hand. It had escalated to blows between the kid and some other kids before he got there. When he got inside he saw the Red head punching the stuffing out of Neville as Cedric and twin red heads tried to break it apart. The others were staring in fear at the scene. Logan walked up to the oblivious Red head and yanked him none too kindly back by his collar. The red head still didn't know who it was and tried to hit him. Logan grabbed both of his wrists with one hand and squeezed hard enough to cause pain. When the kid finally came back to himself he looked at him in surprise, which quickly changed to anger. Logan glared daggers at him.
"I will not tolerate students physically or verbally abusing one another in my class. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir I'm sorry it will never happen again. Can you please let me go?"
"NO, there are no warnings in this class. I told all of you to read the sign posted by the change rooms, and most of you did. Who can tell me what sort of penalty this display of bullying gets ya?"
"It says right on the bottom here sir" One of the red haired twin said as the other helped cedric get Neville to his feet "If a student seriously physically attacks or is verbally abusive of another student in a sexual manner that that student will be made to stand in front of the class as the class goes on and that each student will takes turns spanking him/her with a paddle for the remainder of the class. At the end of the class that student must apologise to and be forgiven by the class."
"Well congratulations, you are the first student to have earned themselves this punishment in all of my years of teaching. Cedric I want you to take Neville to the Hospital wing and tell the doc- Healer what happened. Afterwards you can come back unless Neville wants you to stay with him. Neville, you going to be all right?"
"I'll be ok." The boy gave a shuddering breath as he said it. He would be fine, but not for a while. Logan glared at the now quaking red head and dragged him back into the class, still in his school robes. He dragged him to the front and forced him to stand bent slightly over the teachers' desk. He began pleading to him as he got out a paddle; it was light weight with holes in it. It would sting but it wouldn't do any real damage, it was mostly the embarrassment that was the real punishment.
"Please don't I'll apologise, I didn't mean anything by it. This is too cruel, I don't deserve it. Look I said that I'd apologise can't you leave it at that, please, I didn't do any harm. You can't be serious, this is not fair."
Logan ignored his pleas and eventually they stopped but hecontinued whimpering. When the class came back into the room Logan took in their confused faces at seeing one of their classmates in front of the room.
"Today, one of the students here decided that it was all right to say sexually degrading things to a classmate and then to physically assault said classmate. This shows his contempt for the class as much as for the classmate. Since this affects the rest of the class as much as the classmate I have decided to allow for the class to participate in his punishment. You will, one by one, take this paddle and use it to paddle him with. You will each be allowed one strike before handing it over to the next student. If you do not wish to do so then hand the paddle to the next student. While this is happening we will continue to learn what we came here to learn." With that Logan brought the paddle down on Ron's backside eliciting a whimper from the very embarrassed Gryffindor. Logan handed it to the first person in the front row. As the student walked up to the teachers desk Logan began his lesson.
About twenty minutes to the end of class Logan brought the lesson to a stop. He then turned and grabbed the red head by the ear and dragged him to the front of the class, forcing him to face them.
"Class this student chose to hurt one of his other classmates, by doing this he also hurt you. He has embarrassed us with his degrading behaviour and his lack of morals. As such he must apologise." Logan let go of the boys' neck.
"I'm sorry it will never happen again." He said it without any sincerity.
"Do you forgive him?" There was a loud chorus of no's, the loudest were the red haired twins. Logan glared at the boy. The boy gulped loudly.
"I'm sorry I swear I will not do it again." This time there was fear in his voice as well as sincerity.
"Do you forgive him now?" There were a few half-hearted yeses and some more no's so the boy apologized again. This time they forgave him.
"Good, now go get changed and I want everyone to be on their best behaviour two days from now. Class dismissed." They all filed out quickly, but not as quickly as the red head who threw a filthy look at him before disappearing from the class. Logan groaned as he sat down, it was going to be a helluva week.
