Disclaimer: um nope. I don't own any of the HP characters just the 4 or 5 I
all made up or I will make up. You know the drill
a/n: Diane thanks a BUNCH with this, like always : ) everyone check her story out her author name is Mrs. B
OKAY- correction- Diane practically co-wrote this story with me! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!!!
Harry walked out of the Gryffindor common room with his head down. This was the only spare time he had tonight after his homework but, yet he had to go to detention.
He didn't know what he had to for detention, but of course it was going to be something he would regret.
Harry soon made his way down to Filch's office without realizing it. He knocked once on the door and heard an echoing voice say to come in.
"Aw, detention again, Mr. Potter?" Filch asked a question that didn't needed to be answered. Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, hissed at Harry (not that he cared). Harry sat down on a nearby stool. He was about to turn his head to ask Filch something when he noticed a dark figure a couple feet away from him. He squinted his eyes but, could not make out who the person was.
"Well, you don't have to stare!" Brigette said rather sarcastically.
"Sorry," Harry blushed, " I couldn't really see…" his voice faded but it gained volume again," Hey! what are you doing here?"
"Oh, yeah... I was late to class or maybe because I made a smart comeback to McGonagall. I'm not sure which reason I'm here for tonight. " She rolled her eyes.
" Do you come here often?" Harry asked.
" Basically every night. Dumbledore said something about making a contract with me. Like, if I get any more detentions that I'll have to leave Hogwarts for a week or two. Not quite sure, but I don't care. Margous was SO much better than this," She emphasized the word 'so.' Harry just nodded. He wanted to ask Brigette why they had to leave Margous but, he knew his question would just be avoided.
"All right Potter, Kingston. I have three 'chores' for you. Harry, I want you to clean Mrs. Norris' litter box, and Ms. Kingston, you will be dusting my office. The third chore, you will do together but, we will leave it at that. Any goofing off and I will take off 35 points from Gryffindor, understand me?" Filch was starting to remind Harry of Professor McGonagall.
Harry leaned over a plastic box. It was full of litter and it smelled horrible. He took out the scooper and a small plastic bag and then began his dirty work. Brigette was only half way done by the time Harry had finished with the cat box.
"Ready for the third chore?" Filch didn't wait for an answer, " I want you two to go through this stack of detentions from the last two years, sort them out, and record who had how many detentions."
"Filch! That will take, like, hours!!" Brigette complained in a harsh tone.
"Aw, yes, Brigette. Maybe you'll remember not to be late for class after this," Filch said with a smile. He was probably thinking of the old detentions when they hung you by your thumbs in the dungeons. Brigette snorted and kept dusting. Harry picked up a feather duster that Mrs. Norris was chewing on and began to dust with Brigette.
Later that night when Brigette and Harry returned to the common room, Madison ran up to Brigette in a hurry and frantically whispered something in her ear. Vince, who was sitting next to Ron, stood up from the couch and crossed his arms behind his back. Brigette's face was full of shock, but Harry could not have guessed why. The two girls walked to the fireplace. Vince followed three steps behind. Harry heard light whispering coming from them.
" He used to be a teacher here..." Vince whispered.
"Get this, he taught the Defense Against Dark Arts class…" Madison continued.
Brigette looked over her shoulder to see Harry, Ron and Hermione staring at them.
"C'mon, we can continue this somewhere private," she glared at the three students as they left the common room.
"Did you hear that?!" Ron practically shouted.
" Do you think they were talking about Lupin?" Harry asked Hermione, ignoring Ron.
" No, not Lupin. He would have told us, somehow or another."
"Lockhart? Quirrell?" Ron blurted out the names.
"No! It couldn't be either of those. Quirrell's dead and Lockhart went insane. And, it can't possibly be Moody," She said rather fast.
"But, it has to be ONE of them!" Ron said. The trio went quiet as they thought.
" You three go to bed! It's half past midnight!" a brown haired prefect shouted.
The three trotted off reluctantly to their dorms. Harry lay on his bed thinking about what the three American students were talking about. The door cracked slightly. Harry knew the dark, cloudy figure immediately. It was Vince.
"Vince," Harry whispered. Vince jumped back and answered.
"Yes Harry?"
"Who were you all talking about earlier?" Harry questioned in the dark. Even though he couldn't see him he knew Vince was fidgeting about.
" Just a teacher. Not a big deal or anything," He stumbled as he shot out these words.
"Did this teacher work at Margous as well as Hogwarts?" Harry asked. Maybe this wasn't any of his business, but he thought he had a right to know since he had had a relationship, good or bad, with all his Defense Against Dark Arts teachers.
Vince seemed nervous at the mentioning of Margous and answered him, "He only taught at Margous for a year and then he disappeared after…" His words were spaced with longs pauses, as if he was afraid of saying something that maybe he shouldn't. "After, um… he disappeared after school ended." He stated in an unconvincing tone.
Harry wasn't satisfied, but he knew he wasn't to get anything else out of Vince, at least not for tonight. He heard Vince climb into his four-poster bed, and in less than ten minutes could hear him faintly snoring.
a/n: Diane thanks a BUNCH with this, like always : ) everyone check her story out her author name is Mrs. B
OKAY- correction- Diane practically co-wrote this story with me! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!!!
Harry walked out of the Gryffindor common room with his head down. This was the only spare time he had tonight after his homework but, yet he had to go to detention.
He didn't know what he had to for detention, but of course it was going to be something he would regret.
Harry soon made his way down to Filch's office without realizing it. He knocked once on the door and heard an echoing voice say to come in.
"Aw, detention again, Mr. Potter?" Filch asked a question that didn't needed to be answered. Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, hissed at Harry (not that he cared). Harry sat down on a nearby stool. He was about to turn his head to ask Filch something when he noticed a dark figure a couple feet away from him. He squinted his eyes but, could not make out who the person was.
"Well, you don't have to stare!" Brigette said rather sarcastically.
"Sorry," Harry blushed, " I couldn't really see…" his voice faded but it gained volume again," Hey! what are you doing here?"
"Oh, yeah... I was late to class or maybe because I made a smart comeback to McGonagall. I'm not sure which reason I'm here for tonight. " She rolled her eyes.
" Do you come here often?" Harry asked.
" Basically every night. Dumbledore said something about making a contract with me. Like, if I get any more detentions that I'll have to leave Hogwarts for a week or two. Not quite sure, but I don't care. Margous was SO much better than this," She emphasized the word 'so.' Harry just nodded. He wanted to ask Brigette why they had to leave Margous but, he knew his question would just be avoided.
"All right Potter, Kingston. I have three 'chores' for you. Harry, I want you to clean Mrs. Norris' litter box, and Ms. Kingston, you will be dusting my office. The third chore, you will do together but, we will leave it at that. Any goofing off and I will take off 35 points from Gryffindor, understand me?" Filch was starting to remind Harry of Professor McGonagall.
Harry leaned over a plastic box. It was full of litter and it smelled horrible. He took out the scooper and a small plastic bag and then began his dirty work. Brigette was only half way done by the time Harry had finished with the cat box.
"Ready for the third chore?" Filch didn't wait for an answer, " I want you two to go through this stack of detentions from the last two years, sort them out, and record who had how many detentions."
"Filch! That will take, like, hours!!" Brigette complained in a harsh tone.
"Aw, yes, Brigette. Maybe you'll remember not to be late for class after this," Filch said with a smile. He was probably thinking of the old detentions when they hung you by your thumbs in the dungeons. Brigette snorted and kept dusting. Harry picked up a feather duster that Mrs. Norris was chewing on and began to dust with Brigette.
Later that night when Brigette and Harry returned to the common room, Madison ran up to Brigette in a hurry and frantically whispered something in her ear. Vince, who was sitting next to Ron, stood up from the couch and crossed his arms behind his back. Brigette's face was full of shock, but Harry could not have guessed why. The two girls walked to the fireplace. Vince followed three steps behind. Harry heard light whispering coming from them.
" He used to be a teacher here..." Vince whispered.
"Get this, he taught the Defense Against Dark Arts class…" Madison continued.
Brigette looked over her shoulder to see Harry, Ron and Hermione staring at them.
"C'mon, we can continue this somewhere private," she glared at the three students as they left the common room.
"Did you hear that?!" Ron practically shouted.
" Do you think they were talking about Lupin?" Harry asked Hermione, ignoring Ron.
" No, not Lupin. He would have told us, somehow or another."
"Lockhart? Quirrell?" Ron blurted out the names.
"No! It couldn't be either of those. Quirrell's dead and Lockhart went insane. And, it can't possibly be Moody," She said rather fast.
"But, it has to be ONE of them!" Ron said. The trio went quiet as they thought.
" You three go to bed! It's half past midnight!" a brown haired prefect shouted.
The three trotted off reluctantly to their dorms. Harry lay on his bed thinking about what the three American students were talking about. The door cracked slightly. Harry knew the dark, cloudy figure immediately. It was Vince.
"Vince," Harry whispered. Vince jumped back and answered.
"Yes Harry?"
"Who were you all talking about earlier?" Harry questioned in the dark. Even though he couldn't see him he knew Vince was fidgeting about.
" Just a teacher. Not a big deal or anything," He stumbled as he shot out these words.
"Did this teacher work at Margous as well as Hogwarts?" Harry asked. Maybe this wasn't any of his business, but he thought he had a right to know since he had had a relationship, good or bad, with all his Defense Against Dark Arts teachers.
Vince seemed nervous at the mentioning of Margous and answered him, "He only taught at Margous for a year and then he disappeared after…" His words were spaced with longs pauses, as if he was afraid of saying something that maybe he shouldn't. "After, um… he disappeared after school ended." He stated in an unconvincing tone.
Harry wasn't satisfied, but he knew he wasn't to get anything else out of Vince, at least not for tonight. He heard Vince climb into his four-poster bed, and in less than ten minutes could hear him faintly snoring.