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35- Detention
'I'm still really sorry, that you have to do detention with me,' said Mona nervously as she and Harry left the portrait hole. 'It's not your fault, and...'
'And,' Harry interrupted, grinning, 'I really don't care. Anyway, if you don't stop complaining, we'll be late for Filch, which will probably earn us another detention.'
'Al right, al right, exuse me for apologizing. Why'd I stand up for you anyway?' said Mona with a wave of her hand as they rounded a corridor.
'Wait, you stood up for me?' said Harry catching up with Mona.
'Ya...' said Mona, then she remembered as her eyes widened. Harry hadn't known she had stood up for him, since she used her mind to tell Snape. 'Ya, but it was later, like another day,' she said looking up into his confused face.
'Oh, ok, well... thanks,' said Harry as his face cleared.
'Ya.'
'Ya.'
They both walked in awkward silence. Mona put her hair into a ponytail again, and Harry stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes.
Eventually, they met Filch. 'Ahh, we meet again Mr. Potter,' said Filch angrily, but then he brightened up, 'You and your...friend will join me in cleaning Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.'
Harry looked up at him in exasperation, while Mona looked at him questionably. As Filch started to lead them toward the bathrooms, he muttered to himself about how he did all the work in the castle. Mona caught phrases like: 'doing so much work' , 'stupid kids' , 'should still have those whips' , 'Umbridge.'
Harry snorted at the last comment, and Filch—rather agilely—turned around, then kept on walking. Mona looked up at Harry as Filch continued to mutter. He looked at her and grinned.
'Oh, I'll wipe that smile off your face, Mr. Potter,' said Filch in a very evil tone as he opened the door to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Instantly, Mona covered her ears as she tried to protect herself from the most awful, pitiful wailing cry's she had ever heard.
'What do you want?' said the sad voice. A huge, white, glowing pair of glasses appeared over a cubicle, accompanied by the head of a girl. She looked down at all of them as Filch explained their detention.
'And they have to scrub the sinks, and clean the toilets, and...' Mona looked at Harry in disgust. Snape had really picked out the worst punishment he could find, hadn't he.
36- Last one
'I don't believe I still have to do this!' screamed Mona in anger at Hermione and Ron in the common room. 'Look at my hands, there all wrinkly; and look at my eyes, I haven't gotten any sleep. Filch keeps us till one in the morning!' said Mona throwing her hands up into the air.
'She's right you know,' said Harry descending the stair case. 'Every time we scrub the floors dry, Moaning Myrtle,' Harry made a face, 'starts to cry and flood the bathroom all over again. It's awful!' said Harry as he put on his robe.
'Well, look on the bright side,' said Hermione, 'Tonight's your last night of detention. After that, you two can have peace—well, that is... if you don't get into any more trouble.' Hermione raised her eyebrows in a way that said: Not like that's going to happen.
'It's alright,' said Ron, 'at least you don't have detention with Snape.'
But, just who would they run into as they walked to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
'What are two young students, such as yourselves, doing walking around the castle at six?' said Snape in a sneering voice that obviously knew that they had detention. 'Ahh,' said Snape, 'as if just figuring it out, 'you two have detention,' he looked towards Filch,' and what exactly are they doing?'
Mona could see the pulse on Harry's neck swell and pulse faster. His fists clenched before they wrapped around the wand in his pocket.
'Moaning Myrtle's bathroom,' said Snape in a negatively critical voice. 'Now, that won't do, will it? No, I think you should leave them to me. You can go right ahead and catch other students to give detention to.' Filch seemed pleased with the idea. A sly grin slid onto his face as he limped away.
Snape started to walk swiftly towards the stairs. Mona looked at Harry and with a sigh, then followed. They descended, and descended, and descended to Snape's cold dungeon-like classroom. The chamber door creaked open, as Snape led them into the area where he held all of his potions and ingredients.
'This isn't anywhere new,' said Snape with his back turned, 'after all, you've been here to steal ingredients, haven't you Potter.'
Harry remained quiet, willing himself not to succumb to Snape's insults, as he stared an unusually, light green potion to the left of Snape's head.
'Not answering are you, Potter,' Snape said as he turned around. 'Thinking your better than that to answer when one asks you something. Don't you Potter?'
Before any more provocation could occur, Mona cleared her throat. 'I think that we're here for detention,' she said in the most polite voice she could conjure.
Snape's head slowly turned towards her, as Mona pasted a blank expression on her face. 'I suppose,' he said quietly. 'Ms. Abd Allah, you will be organizing my potions and ingredients in this room. And you, Mr. Potter,' said Snape, as a scheming smile replaced his usual sneer, 'will be personally helping me clean the gunk off the desks in the classroom.'
'Oh, no,' thought Mona, to herself, as she turned towards the many disorganized jars, 'He's going to get Harry so angry, he'll burst.'
37- Anger
Mona was wiping the dust off of the hundreds of jars in the room. 'Snape could clean this whole place using a simple spell,' she thought to herself as she wiped her hands on her robes. She paused to listen to what was happening outside.
'No, not that Potter. Are you so blind that you can't see what I'm pointing at?' came Snape's sneering voice through the doors to the room she was in.
'Yep, he's definitely aggravating him,' she thought as she uncovered a spider's nest behind a few ugly brown jars. Hoping she wouldn't be seen, as Snape was so busy with Harry, she took out her wand. She muttered the cleaning spell quickly and quietly and pointed it at a whole shelf. The whole shelf sparkled instantly. A huge grin appearing on her face, she set to use the spell again when she heard a crash from outside.
'Are you completely ignorant Potter?! When you get up, you shouldn't just knock down a desk!' Mona peaked from around her door to see Snape's backside and Harry kneeling down to pick up a large, fallen, stone desk.
'Did he really drop that desk?' Mona sent her thought to Snape, as she questioned the possibility of such a large stone desk falling over by a push.
Snape turned around quickly, then smirked, 'Not by himself, of course,' he thought back to her.
Mona watched as Harry struggled with the desk. 'Can't you help him out?' she thought to him.
Snape's eyes widened as he looked at her as if she thought Professor Dumbledore was a beggar. His hooked nose in the air, he thought, 'Of course NOT.'
'Geesh, your evil,' thought Mona, hiding behind the door, as Harry, with amazing strength, righted the desk, and looked triumphantly at Snape.
'Now, get to work Potter, and try not to break anything else.'
Mona cleaned up more, using her special spell, while trying to listen to all that was going on. As Snape started to criticize Harry more, Harry finally said, a muscle under his eye twitching, 'Sir, don't you have anything better to do at the moment than to verbally harass me?'
'Well, naturally, but I find this job rather important. The way a classroom looks reflects upon the teacher. And this is how I want my classroom to look.' Harry looked around the cold, dark classroom and thought for a moment. 'How could someone be so cold, all the time? There must be something that holds him together, something warm, that gives him a reason to live. What was in this class that was worth living for? The only things here are me and Mona.'
'This is the way I am Potter,' said Snape, interrupting his thoughts. His cold voice continued, 'It's the way I'll always be.'
Snape stopped talking suddenly, realizing that he was revealing much more than he had ever revealed to anyone before. He saw Harry run a hand through his hair, like James.
'Get back to work, Potter! Stop daydreaming; you're just like your father. Never concentrating at the task at hand.'
'Don't say anything about my family!' said Harry in a low voice, as he glared at him.
'Oh,' said Snape knowing he had hit a nerve, 'But they're not around anymore, are they...'
Harry was looking Snape in the eye, challenging him to go further. But, Snape didn't say a thing. Instead, he flicked his head back to the room in which Mona was working, and walked over there.
'Get back to work, Potter,' he said quickly as he swiftly walked to wear Mona was standing. Standing... and glaring at him.
'Look,' she thought violently at him, 'you have no idea what it's like to lose family. Ok. So just back off.'
Something in Snape started to melt as he saw his niece in a near tears state. For once in his life, he felt sorry for what he had said to Potter.
'Harry's got no one to lean on. He's been like that since he was a year old, so why don't you just try to understand him.'
'When did his father try to understand me?'
'I've heard that he saved your life.'
'From a trick that he played! But, I'm not in debt.'
'What does that have to do with him?' thought Mona looking straight up at Snape.
'What does all of this have to do with you!' thought Snape as he glared at Mona. 'Stop nosing into other's business's and get to work.'
Snape stomped out of the room, went to his desk, and started to correct the Year 7 Quizzes. He seemed to be barely looking at the papers before he scribbled a letter onto it.
Mona didn't like to be talked to that way. Furious, she thought over what Snape had said: Nosing. 'Fine,' she thought, 'I will nose.' Quickly, she started to take the names off the jars and put them onto different jars.
A few minutes later, they were done and ready to go. Harry ran up the stairs, as happy as can be. Not only were they done with detentions, but it was also a weekend in which they could practice quidditch for the big game coming up on Halloween.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
35- Detention
'I'm still really sorry, that you have to do detention with me,' said Mona nervously as she and Harry left the portrait hole. 'It's not your fault, and...'
'And,' Harry interrupted, grinning, 'I really don't care. Anyway, if you don't stop complaining, we'll be late for Filch, which will probably earn us another detention.'
'Al right, al right, exuse me for apologizing. Why'd I stand up for you anyway?' said Mona with a wave of her hand as they rounded a corridor.
'Wait, you stood up for me?' said Harry catching up with Mona.
'Ya...' said Mona, then she remembered as her eyes widened. Harry hadn't known she had stood up for him, since she used her mind to tell Snape. 'Ya, but it was later, like another day,' she said looking up into his confused face.
'Oh, ok, well... thanks,' said Harry as his face cleared.
'Ya.'
'Ya.'
They both walked in awkward silence. Mona put her hair into a ponytail again, and Harry stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes.
Eventually, they met Filch. 'Ahh, we meet again Mr. Potter,' said Filch angrily, but then he brightened up, 'You and your...friend will join me in cleaning Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.'
Harry looked up at him in exasperation, while Mona looked at him questionably. As Filch started to lead them toward the bathrooms, he muttered to himself about how he did all the work in the castle. Mona caught phrases like: 'doing so much work' , 'stupid kids' , 'should still have those whips' , 'Umbridge.'
Harry snorted at the last comment, and Filch—rather agilely—turned around, then kept on walking. Mona looked up at Harry as Filch continued to mutter. He looked at her and grinned.
'Oh, I'll wipe that smile off your face, Mr. Potter,' said Filch in a very evil tone as he opened the door to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Instantly, Mona covered her ears as she tried to protect herself from the most awful, pitiful wailing cry's she had ever heard.
'What do you want?' said the sad voice. A huge, white, glowing pair of glasses appeared over a cubicle, accompanied by the head of a girl. She looked down at all of them as Filch explained their detention.
'And they have to scrub the sinks, and clean the toilets, and...' Mona looked at Harry in disgust. Snape had really picked out the worst punishment he could find, hadn't he.
36- Last one
'I don't believe I still have to do this!' screamed Mona in anger at Hermione and Ron in the common room. 'Look at my hands, there all wrinkly; and look at my eyes, I haven't gotten any sleep. Filch keeps us till one in the morning!' said Mona throwing her hands up into the air.
'She's right you know,' said Harry descending the stair case. 'Every time we scrub the floors dry, Moaning Myrtle,' Harry made a face, 'starts to cry and flood the bathroom all over again. It's awful!' said Harry as he put on his robe.
'Well, look on the bright side,' said Hermione, 'Tonight's your last night of detention. After that, you two can have peace—well, that is... if you don't get into any more trouble.' Hermione raised her eyebrows in a way that said: Not like that's going to happen.
'It's alright,' said Ron, 'at least you don't have detention with Snape.'
But, just who would they run into as they walked to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
'What are two young students, such as yourselves, doing walking around the castle at six?' said Snape in a sneering voice that obviously knew that they had detention. 'Ahh,' said Snape, 'as if just figuring it out, 'you two have detention,' he looked towards Filch,' and what exactly are they doing?'
Mona could see the pulse on Harry's neck swell and pulse faster. His fists clenched before they wrapped around the wand in his pocket.
'Moaning Myrtle's bathroom,' said Snape in a negatively critical voice. 'Now, that won't do, will it? No, I think you should leave them to me. You can go right ahead and catch other students to give detention to.' Filch seemed pleased with the idea. A sly grin slid onto his face as he limped away.
Snape started to walk swiftly towards the stairs. Mona looked at Harry and with a sigh, then followed. They descended, and descended, and descended to Snape's cold dungeon-like classroom. The chamber door creaked open, as Snape led them into the area where he held all of his potions and ingredients.
'This isn't anywhere new,' said Snape with his back turned, 'after all, you've been here to steal ingredients, haven't you Potter.'
Harry remained quiet, willing himself not to succumb to Snape's insults, as he stared an unusually, light green potion to the left of Snape's head.
'Not answering are you, Potter,' Snape said as he turned around. 'Thinking your better than that to answer when one asks you something. Don't you Potter?'
Before any more provocation could occur, Mona cleared her throat. 'I think that we're here for detention,' she said in the most polite voice she could conjure.
Snape's head slowly turned towards her, as Mona pasted a blank expression on her face. 'I suppose,' he said quietly. 'Ms. Abd Allah, you will be organizing my potions and ingredients in this room. And you, Mr. Potter,' said Snape, as a scheming smile replaced his usual sneer, 'will be personally helping me clean the gunk off the desks in the classroom.'
'Oh, no,' thought Mona, to herself, as she turned towards the many disorganized jars, 'He's going to get Harry so angry, he'll burst.'
37- Anger
Mona was wiping the dust off of the hundreds of jars in the room. 'Snape could clean this whole place using a simple spell,' she thought to herself as she wiped her hands on her robes. She paused to listen to what was happening outside.
'No, not that Potter. Are you so blind that you can't see what I'm pointing at?' came Snape's sneering voice through the doors to the room she was in.
'Yep, he's definitely aggravating him,' she thought as she uncovered a spider's nest behind a few ugly brown jars. Hoping she wouldn't be seen, as Snape was so busy with Harry, she took out her wand. She muttered the cleaning spell quickly and quietly and pointed it at a whole shelf. The whole shelf sparkled instantly. A huge grin appearing on her face, she set to use the spell again when she heard a crash from outside.
'Are you completely ignorant Potter?! When you get up, you shouldn't just knock down a desk!' Mona peaked from around her door to see Snape's backside and Harry kneeling down to pick up a large, fallen, stone desk.
'Did he really drop that desk?' Mona sent her thought to Snape, as she questioned the possibility of such a large stone desk falling over by a push.
Snape turned around quickly, then smirked, 'Not by himself, of course,' he thought back to her.
Mona watched as Harry struggled with the desk. 'Can't you help him out?' she thought to him.
Snape's eyes widened as he looked at her as if she thought Professor Dumbledore was a beggar. His hooked nose in the air, he thought, 'Of course NOT.'
'Geesh, your evil,' thought Mona, hiding behind the door, as Harry, with amazing strength, righted the desk, and looked triumphantly at Snape.
'Now, get to work Potter, and try not to break anything else.'
Mona cleaned up more, using her special spell, while trying to listen to all that was going on. As Snape started to criticize Harry more, Harry finally said, a muscle under his eye twitching, 'Sir, don't you have anything better to do at the moment than to verbally harass me?'
'Well, naturally, but I find this job rather important. The way a classroom looks reflects upon the teacher. And this is how I want my classroom to look.' Harry looked around the cold, dark classroom and thought for a moment. 'How could someone be so cold, all the time? There must be something that holds him together, something warm, that gives him a reason to live. What was in this class that was worth living for? The only things here are me and Mona.'
'This is the way I am Potter,' said Snape, interrupting his thoughts. His cold voice continued, 'It's the way I'll always be.'
Snape stopped talking suddenly, realizing that he was revealing much more than he had ever revealed to anyone before. He saw Harry run a hand through his hair, like James.
'Get back to work, Potter! Stop daydreaming; you're just like your father. Never concentrating at the task at hand.'
'Don't say anything about my family!' said Harry in a low voice, as he glared at him.
'Oh,' said Snape knowing he had hit a nerve, 'But they're not around anymore, are they...'
Harry was looking Snape in the eye, challenging him to go further. But, Snape didn't say a thing. Instead, he flicked his head back to the room in which Mona was working, and walked over there.
'Get back to work, Potter,' he said quickly as he swiftly walked to wear Mona was standing. Standing... and glaring at him.
'Look,' she thought violently at him, 'you have no idea what it's like to lose family. Ok. So just back off.'
Something in Snape started to melt as he saw his niece in a near tears state. For once in his life, he felt sorry for what he had said to Potter.
'Harry's got no one to lean on. He's been like that since he was a year old, so why don't you just try to understand him.'
'When did his father try to understand me?'
'I've heard that he saved your life.'
'From a trick that he played! But, I'm not in debt.'
'What does that have to do with him?' thought Mona looking straight up at Snape.
'What does all of this have to do with you!' thought Snape as he glared at Mona. 'Stop nosing into other's business's and get to work.'
Snape stomped out of the room, went to his desk, and started to correct the Year 7 Quizzes. He seemed to be barely looking at the papers before he scribbled a letter onto it.
Mona didn't like to be talked to that way. Furious, she thought over what Snape had said: Nosing. 'Fine,' she thought, 'I will nose.' Quickly, she started to take the names off the jars and put them onto different jars.
A few minutes later, they were done and ready to go. Harry ran up the stairs, as happy as can be. Not only were they done with detentions, but it was also a weekend in which they could practice quidditch for the big game coming up on Halloween.