Mellow! Terribly sorry, but I didn't have time to edit this or really look over it. I would also like to clear up a concerns in the reviews. Harry was spanked and more or less handed over to Snape because he was wandering the halls, so no Ron won't receive the same treatment. I'm not sure if I made this clear, but spankings are forms of punishment in Hogwarts. They aren't all that common and it depends mostly on the head of house. Also I have posted the side story if anyone is interested. Enjoy the story!

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Chapter 11: Chasing Pixies

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Harry's POV*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

After his detention Harry had crawled into bed, he wasn't even willing to compare detentions with Ron. There was no way that he wanted to see anyone, he was too sore to keep up appearances. His friends where confused by his silence, but they let them be.

Harry was exhausted, cleaning caldrons wasn't all that easy of a task. However, when he closed his eyes nightmares continuously played in his head. They were even worst than the night before, Snape was there as well with a cane.

For hours he fought with sleep, catching what could only be a few hours to supply him for the next day. When Harry reached for his glasses he was surprised to find a potion bottle next to his glasses. A small note was attached to it. "For Harry Potter" was all that it said.

Harry got out of the bed, slightly suspicious of the potion. Who sent this? He hissed sharply as the small spanking from last night made him even more sore than usual. For once though, his roommates weren't there so he felt like it was safe to try to rub out the sting and to change clothes. It was hard hiding his back from the others sometimes.

Afterwards, he took the potion in his hands he turned it over in his hands, it did appear like one of the ones that Madame Poppy had given him before. He carefully smelled it, the scent was bad like muggle medicine.

Deciding at last that it must be fine, he drank it. The smell may have been bad, but that was nothing compared to the taste. Harry gagged a bit, but managed to drink it all. Someone should really figure out how to make potions taste good, that would be real magic!

The effects, of course, were quite fast. Soon his bottom, nor the rest of his body, hurt at all. For the first time in over a week, Harry was in no pain at all. It didn't feel as if it had healed him, but it did numb the pain. Which meant that he would still have to hide the marks on his skin, but at least the pain was gone.

With delight, Harry laughed. He had been so suspicious of the bloody potion and it turned out to be just what he needed.

"Well, I'm glad you're having a ruddy good time." Ron said coming into the room. "You missed breakfast though."

Harry shrugged, "Oh well." Breakfast wasn't all that important to him when he knew that he would be feed while he was at school. One missed meal wouldn't make a difference.

"So, what was so funny?" Ron asked gathering up some books that he would need for class, not that he really used them.

"Oh, um," Harry didn't know what he could say. "It's nothing."

Ron gave Harry a doubtful look, but didn't press the issue. All that seemed to matter was that his friend was over his moodiness. "Ready to go to Transfiguration?"

"Sure give me a minute." Harry said as he rushed to get his own things for class.

Transfiguration class was interesting, they were told to turn a beetle into a button. Harry only managed to make the little insect run across the desk a few hundred times. Ron had much worst trouble. Since his wand was nearly snapped and fixed with magic tape, it had only sparked and let out clouds of smoke.

"You need a new one," Harry told to him during lunch.

"Yeah, but I'll just get another Howler saying that it was my own fault." Ron muttered.

Harry let the subject drop, if Ron wasn't going to do it he wasn't going to make him. "Where do we go next?"

"Defense against the Dark Arts," Hermione answered cheerfully.

The class wasn't that much fun though. It started off with questions, nothing too unusual until you realize that they were all about Lockhart. The strangest questions, like what his favorite color was. Harry couldn't make heads or tails of it. Why do I need to know this? Only Hermione got full marks. I'll never understand how she does it.

"Please don't scream," Gilderoy said in a low voice, "You might provoke them." Pulling back the cover to a cage reviled little, blue creatures, "Cornish pixies! Freshly caught too."

Seamus snorted, "They're not very dangerous, are they?"

Gilderoy wagged a finger at them, "Don't be so sure, they can be nasty little buggers." Gilderoy paused and then opened the cage door, "Let's see what you make of them!"

It only took half a second for the pixies to realize that they have been freed. They flew about the room reeking havoc. They pulled the girls hair, knocked over book, and they even had managed to pick Neville up. It was an absolute disaster. He was right!

"Now, come on." Gilderoy said. "They're small, surely you can caught them." I don't see you doing anything!

After uttering and mucking up a spell Gilderoy ran out of the room. "Now be good children and catch tem for me, I have important business to attend to."

"Can you believe him?" Ron grumbled as his wand fizzled again.

"He probably just wanted to see if we could handle them." Hermione froze a few of the nearest pixies with a cleaver little freezing charm. "He's written all those books after all."

"Right, can't forget the books," Ron rolled his eyes at Harry.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Severus's POV*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Once again, Severus found himself to be in the headmaster's office. Now what about Potter could he possible ask me about today?

"Severus, how was detention?" Albus asked stroking his phoenix. The bird looked so content that he would purr if he was a cat.

Ah ha! So that's it. "About as well as can be expected." he answered smoothly.

Albus saw though this clearly, "Did he complete his detention?"

"He did, only after I spanked him." Severus didn't see a point in dancing around the subject. He had the power to spank the brat so why should've?

"What did he do?" There was no mistaking the sternness that was held in the older man's eyes.

"Being quite rude, it was only a few smack anyways." Severus explained, not that he felt that he should have to defend it. Potter deserved it anyways, always getting away with things. He needs to learn that he isn't in charge around here.

"I'm sure he didn't feel like it was." Albus didn't look as stern, he even chuckled a bit.

"Probably not," Severus could remember how unset the child had been. "However, there was a potion sent to him this morning that could numb whatever pain there still was."

Albus's eyes softened, "You're sure that he's fine?"

"Positive," Severus said with the utmost confidence. Like the precious child would ever not be.