Detention With The Maurders
Harry was wondering through the halls of Hogwarts with a scowl on his face. 'Haven't lost anything to Voldermort. What does he know anyway? He doesn't know anything about me. I have lost more than anybody. He doesn't know what I've lost.' Having lost himself in his thoughts Harry didn't notice the Maurders walk up along with Ron and Hermione.
"We have never known anybody to actually tell Professor Bradley off before." James commented lightly while Sirius, Peter, Remus, and Ron looked awed. Hermione had a very disproving look on her face.
"I don't even want to know what you were thinking when you said that. Honestly, you can't have everybody here knowing your life Harry. Professor Bradley also said that you have detention with him tonight at 5:30." At his she turned her head the Maurders with a glare on her face. "Along with these twits for saying that he had no right to give you a detention." She gave them all an icy glare.
"Well he deserved it and you know it." Harry gave her a look that clearly said just admit it. She sighed and shook her head.
"As much as anyone deserves something that is still no right for you to do something. I can't believe you didn't learn anything last year about running your mouth." Harry gaped at her. How can she say he learned nothing? He was about to open his mouth and say so when Sirius but into the conversation.
"Well Harry, if it is any constellation, we are in there as well." He grinned lopsidedly. Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk away from the group. He had turned about three corners when he realized that he had walked in a circle. They were all still standing there. He glared at them.
"Don't say a word." He muttered and started to walk in the opposite direction. The Maurders grinned at themselves and Sirius yelled in Harry's direction.
"You're going the wrong way!" He sniggered as Harry turned around and stalked back toward them angrily.
"How do you know that I am going the wrong way?" He fixed his gaze on Sirius and demanded an answer.
"Well?"
"I just assumed you were going to the Great Hall for lunch."
"Well you assumed wrong. I have other things to do rather than eat lunch." He glared at them all and turned on his heel and marched off.
"Somebody has an attitude problem." James said this slightly smug and then turned his gaze to the rest of the group.
"So shall we go to lunch or are we going to follow him?" Hermione and Ron looked at each other. How were they supposed to know what Harry's outburst was about? Ron shrugged his shoulders and Hermione spoke.
"Well, we should probably just go to lunch. He'll turn up. I don't know maybe he is just upset at getting a detention." She hoped this would be good enough for the Maurders. The group made their way toward the Great Hall without further incident.
Detention
Harry made his way to Professor Bradley's room alone. He would have walked with the Maurders but he hadn't seen them when he left. As he made his way down the corridor he thought about how carefree they all were. 'It's like they don't have a care in the world. Everything is pranking and having fun. Would I have been like this had I gotten to grow up with my parents?' Harry was brought out of his thoughts when he arrived at Bradley's classroom. He knocked lightly and heard the Professor shout 'Come in' He walked in and was surprised to see Sirius and James already in there. Where were Remus and Peter? It looked to him like Sirius and James were scrubbing out jars. He walked over to where they were and was about to pick up a rag and start scrubbing with them when Professor Bradley called his name.
"You are to write lines." He pointed to a long black quill and Harry knew instantly what it was. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
"What do you want me to write?"
"Hmm, lets see. Just exactly what was it you called me earlier today?" He gave Harry a look and he nodded. Harry bent down and picked up the quill and began to write. After about twenty times his hand was bleeding heavily. He glanced at the Professor and asked a question.
"How many times do I have to write it?" The Professor gave him piercing glare and smirked oddly like Snape.
"Until it sinks in Mr. Tanner." Harry gave a small start. He looked like Snape but talked like Umbridge. He was hard to tell which one he hated most. As the night wore on Harry's hand began to throb and the blood was coming at an alarmingly fast rate. James interrupted his thoughts.
"Umm, were finished with the scrubbing." Bradley got up and walked around the jars that they had been scrubbing. He nodded his head.
"Good job. Mr. Tanner you are free to go. I don't believe we will be hearing that word out of you again." Harry got up and walked out of the room without a backwards glance. When James and Sirius finally got up with him he had managed to conjure a bandage to wrap around his hand. They looked at him sympathetically but didn't say anything.
Well I know it is short but I have been sick and had an enormous writers block and I got only 1 review. And I really need help so thanks for your review and so far here is our poll
Harry/Sirius-1
