Beneath the Surface

There are two types of people--those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and those who come in and say, "Ah, there you are."
Frederick L Collins

Author's notes: Okay, so I know that I just put up the last chapter for this like yesterday (yes in fact it was yesterday) and I don't usually move this fast but today is a good day. And since I start summer school soon I really should use my time more wisely like doing this ha!

Anyway this is chapter 14, when if it says I have 15 chapters, one is like a special thing with a biography, and you can check that out and request a review for a character. I know there's been only one main reviewer (you know who you are) and not many (if any at all?) people seem to read this story, but I feel it should be up anyway.

So, here's my goal, trying to get at least twenty reviews before I hit 20 chapters. Or I'll have to pause for a bit. I know that one person out there who may actually read this may not care, but I'd still like the support, wither it's there or not. Anyways, please read and review, and I'm hoping you enjoy! One more quick thing, I don't own Harry Potter (as I'm sure most of you though I did *jokes*) But I hope it's not a real big surprise to you but don't sue me for false thoughts. Enjoy!

Chapter 14

***In Dentition with Snape***

"Okay, I want you to write me an essay on class room behavior, include lateness," Snape explained. Sarah slammed her palms on the desk and jumped up out of her seat. Snape showed signs of the slightest bit of shock. "An essay? I could write an essay any time, I shouldn't have to stay after school and waist my time to write some thing that won't even help improve my mark?" Sarah was almost yelling now.

"Are you arguing with a teacher? Are you yelling at a teacher?" Snape asked very snappy. Sarah realized she was over stepping her bounds. And though this is what she believed in, she knew there could be terrible consequences. She knew she could be expelled for yelling at a teacher. Quickly sitting down, she mumbled "Sorry, sir." She looked at her desk.

"You say sorry, but I can't begin to believe that you mean it, well, you'd better stay an extra hour," He added. Sarah's head fell flat on the desk, though she knew he was being nice (ha ha). Apologies mean nothing in a situation like this, and she was glad at least she wouldn't be expelled.

But then she noticed she wasn't alone, when she heard scribbling from a quill behind her. But who could it be that was staying behind as well? She turned and noticed Harry, who looked up and noticed her looking at her. She whispered, "Sorry" just load enough for him to hear. He shrugged; he wasn't going home either so it didn't matter much anyway. He told her, before, that he already hated Snape and it was probably mentally impossible for him to hate him any more.

Turning to her blank piece of paper she thought for a moment of why she was even there. Then she wrote (on the top as a title) 'Class room behavior.' She started to write line after line as her essay started to finally take some sort of shape (what ever shape that may be). Idea after idea popped into her head as she realized most of these 'examples' and 'rules' had either been by her of broken by herself.

With only ten minutes left, Sarah was struggling with one of her last paragraphs. 'Why else should people come to this boring, stupid class?' Sarah thought to here self. Looking over at Harry, she realized he was having the same problem as he sat there looking blankly at his paper. Sarah, who was also very tired, put her head down on her desk, trying to think. Any thing would have been better than this, stuck in detention, just plain horrible.

"Oh, look at the time, detention is over," snarled Snape. Sarah looked at her wrist, which still had no watch. "Yeah, you're right," Sarah said, with a 'Thank God,' added to herself.

"Neither of you are done," Snape looked at their papers. "Come hand them in tomorrow, I'll be waiting," Snape went back to his desk and continued doing what ever it was that he was doing. Shoving the parchment in her bag, she threw her back pack over her shoulder and waited for Harry. They both hurried out of the class glad to finally be away.

"So I guess you can't go home now, since you missed the train," Harry asked Sarah. "Oh well.I wasn't really planning to go home, at all. I like it here much better," Sarah gave off a fake-ish smile as they continued down the hall. Adjusting her bag she reversed the question on to him. "What about you? I'm sure you have hundreds of relatives to go to," Sarah exaggerated.

"Oh, well, actually my families all died. Except my aunt and uncle, but I'd rather not go there," He quickly spat out, trying to get away from the subject. They turned the corner, and he saw it, took him by much surprise. Something Harry thought he would never see again. Like old memories flooding back to him, of times of a family reunion.

Author's Note's: Okay so that one was chapter fourteen, hopefully you liked it. I hope for reviews. And what is Harry seeing? Does this ring a bell? Well find out next chapter on BENEITH THE SURFACE. As to of which I'm sure won't be up tomorrow, but will be up soon.