heeeey, sorry for the late post! :)

Thank you so much for your review, Anniiieh! (The attack will be in the next chap though, sorry...)

WARNING: SPANKING!

"Potter."

Harry swallowed hard, fidgeting nervously with his broom, "uhm…I have…practice now. I mean, I…"

"You have detention now, Potter- with me", Snape walked closer to him, his face completely emotionless, "I told you I would come and get you, didn't I?"

"Uhm…yeah, but…I thought…you…weren't serious about that", Harry stuttered, cursing himself for blabbering that out like an idiot, "I…I mean…I didn't…"

Snape was looking at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, "let's go, Potter", he eventually said, interrupting Harry's ramble, "my time is rather precious, and I wasted enough of it already chasing after you like you unsuccessfully do after the Snitch."

Unsuccessfully? Yeah, right.

Harry did not dare to comment on that though, suddenly feeling intimated. He had never expected Snape to really come and get him, and he was not sure what to do with that fact.

Dressed in his Quidditch uniform and holding his broom, he followed Snape into the dungeons- dreading an hour or two of scrubbing dirty cauldrons.

"Take a seat, Potter."

Harry blinked in surprise, not remembering when Snape had ever asked him to sit down inside his office, and he hesitantly sat down at the desk.

Maybe he wants me to do some kind of assignment?

Snape sat down in the chair opposite from him, and for a minute or so, he just looked at him silently, one eyebrow raised.

"I've been correcting your tests this afternoon, Potter", he informed him calmly, "quite the good effort you made there."

Harry had to grin inwardly, "thank you, Professor."

Thanks to Hermione who has been studying with Ron.

Snape pulled out a stack of papers out of a drawer, "I specifically liked your answer for question five, when you were asked to relate the healing potion to a personal problem you have experienced", he held up the paper, and Harry bit his lips, dread starting to form in his stomach.

This can't be good.

"About two years ago, one of my older brothers got sick with a fever during Christmastime. The Darentis Potion my mother used did not help, since his fever only got higher. Eventually, my dad went to St. Mungo's and found another version of the Darentis Potion which helped, but I think if we- and so on", Snape lowered the paper, his face still emotionless, "I was not aware you had a brother, Potter- let alone a whole family", his tone was mocking, and Harry flushed with mortification, "I…I can explain that", he finally croaked out, his throat suddenly very dry, "I did not…mean to…to…"

"To cheat? To fraud? To copy Weasley's paper almost word for word?", and now his voice was cold, "you are getting more arrogant than you already are if you really thought you could deceive me like this, Potter."

"I am not arrogant", Harry mumbled, avoiding to look at Snape, "I had no clue how to answer the questions, and I wasn't feeling like getting sneered at by you in front of everyone again."

"You better watch your tone, Potter!"

Harry just shrugged, feeling tired all of a sudden. None of this stuff mattered anyways- Dumbledore was at war, and Hermione might be missing next, and Sirius was never there for him, those were the real problems in his life.

"I am not going to take this level of insolence, disrespect, and arrogance from you anymore", Snape now said, his voice still very cold, "I know Lupin cannot be bothered to discipline you, and for Black- well, your so called godfather has always been more interested in his own selfish needs."

Even though Harry had to secretly agree, he would not have Snape of all people talk about Sirius that way, "that's not true! Sirius is an awesome godfather, not that you know anything about having a family!", he spat out, "I'd feel sorry for any kids you had!", he knew he was on thin ice now, and by the dangerous sparkle in Snape's eyes, he knew it was better to stop, but he was losing his temper, "you are hateful, cruel, and I am not going to take any of your bullshit anymore! Screw all this!", he stood up so hastily the chair fell crashing to the floor, and then he turned around, attempting to run for the door.

"Running away again, Potter?", Snape was next to him by the blink of an eye, grabbing him by the shoulder, "you think I am letting you insult me like this, and then you get to storm off like a petulant toddler?"

"Let me go!", Harry started to struggle, hating being so close to Snape, "I am done! I am leaving, I am…", he stilled when Snape calmy turned him around, delivering a hard swat to his backside.

What. The. Fuck.

"You…you hit me!", he hated how small his voice suddenly sounded, and to his surprise, Snape snorted, "I swatted your behind, Potter- and you know very well you deserved it."

Harry blushed with shame, "you...are not allowed to do that!"

You are not my father!

"Hmmm…is that right, Potter?", Snape just said conversationally, "I take it you would rather get a more common punishment then?"

"What…what are you talking about?"

"I am talking about giving you a choice here- you can either get detention for the rest of the term for cheating, not doing your homework, being rude, and for refusing to show up for your detention twice and for just trying to run out, or…"

"Or…what?", he whispered, even though he was quite certain he did not want to know what Snape would say.

"Or you can get a spanking tonight and be all forgiven."

There was a silence.

All Harry could do was stare at him open-mouthed for several minutes, not really knowing what to say for a while.

"A…you would…like, hit me?", he sounded utterly confused, "with your belt?"

"No, the belt is for more serious infractions- my hand would be enough this time", Snape responded evenly, "has no one ever spanked you, Potter?"

"N…no", Harry was blushing again, this whole conversation being mortifying, "I…I don't think…I mean, how many times would you…hit me? Like, a hundred?"

Snape had to stifle a smile, "more like ten, Potter", he sounded amused, "no one can take a hundred licks. I would put you over my lap, and you would have to count."

"Over…your lap?", the boy in front of him turned white, stepping back, "no!"

"That's usually how a spanking works, Potter."

"I could…bent over the chair, or you could just slap me around a little", the boy finally offered, "punch me or something, get all your anger out."

Snape frowned, "a punishment is never do be done in anger", he replied, "and there is a difference between a spanking and just plain abuse- I'd never slap you around, Potter."

Harry just blinked, not understanding what Snape was talking about. What difference was there if he was hurt in the end?

"You can just chose to have detention with me", Snape reminded him when he did not say anything, "once a week for two hours until Christmas Break, which is fair for the behavior you have shown me lately. I do think the spanking would be a better choice here, Potter."

"Yeah, cause you'd get to hit me", Harry mumbled, "and to humiliate me. The others would have a good laugh about that in class."

"I would never tell anyone about that, Potter", Snape's voice was surprisingly firm, and Harry had to swallow. Ten swats with Snape's hand could not hurt much, right? It was September now, and Christmas Break was in December- he was looking at several months of being forced to spend in the dungeons with Snape every week, scrubbing cauldrons or doing something similar nasty.

"Just…ten, right?"

I cannot believe I am agreeing to this.

Snape's lips curled into a small smile, "just ten, Potter."

"But…how…I mean, I don't…"

"Come here, Potter", Snape has walked over to the small armchair by his desk, and then he sat down.

Ohmygod. I must be insane to be letting him put me over his lap.

Harry took a deep breath, thinking that he had fought Voldemort, Dementors, a basilisk and a mad Defense teacher before, so this was…nothing.

He could not help but tremble when he stood in front of Snape eventually, and the Potion Master did not waste any time, he grabbed him and with one fluid motion, pulled him over his lap.

Ohmygod.

Panic was kicking in without him being able to stop it, and next thing he knew, he was struggling with all his might.

"Easy there, Potter", Snape softly patted his backside, and the motion was humiliating enough for him to stifle a sob.

This was a bad idea.

"I…please, I don't think I can do this", he croaked out, the position unfamiliar, scary, and very very strange, "I…this is…so…"

"New?", Snape supplied, letting his hand rest on his backside, "it's only new the first time, Potter."

He had to snort, "you are not thinking of doing this to me again, right?"

"I have not even started yet", Snape just responded smoothly, "and that would be depending on how responsive you are to this type of punishment."

Responsive?

Before Harry could ask what the heck Snape was talking about, the Potion Master tapped his backside again, "I am going to start now, Potter. You are to lay quietly, keep your hands down, and you are going to count loud and clear, understand?"

"Count? Like…to ten?"

"That would be helpful, yes", Snape remarked dryly, and then Harry could feel him lifting his hand, and he tensed.

Smack.

"That…that was…one?"

"I'd say so", Snape sounded amused again, and Harry flushed dark red.

This is so embarrassing.

And then Snape gave him the next spank, harder this time.

"Two!", Harry blurted out, slowly trying to wiggle a little, to get away from Snape's grip, but of course, the Potion Master immediately registered what he was doing and tightened his hold of him, "settle, Potter."

Smack.

"Three…"

Smack.

"Four! Shit, this hurts!"

"Well, it is supposed to be a punishment, Potter", Snape drawled, spanking him again.

"Fuuuuck!", he cursed, and then he started to squirm, trying to protect his backside, forgetting all of Snape's rules, "I don't want any more!"

Snape almost had to laugh, and why was he not surprised now? No one seemed to have ever stuck to a consequence with Potter- well, it was time to change that.

"You will get one extra if I don't hear you say the correct number within three seconds", he simply informed the boy, adjusting him on his lap, "and put your hands down- you don't get to rub until you are done."

"The…the number was five!", Harry hurried to say, "just…this is really hurting, Professor."

Snape did not comment on the fact that the boy had addressed him respectfully for the first time since he had been here, but he smiled to himself, storing that information for later.

"Now, why are you getting spanked, Potter?", he asked him since they were halfway through the punishment already.

"So…I don't get detention?"

Snape sighed, "tell me what you did wrong, Potter", he prompted him, "and what you could do better in the future."

The boy squirmed again, but a quick pat on his warming backside calmed him right down, "I…cheated on the test", Harry finally mumbled, "and…I should have studied for it."

"Very good", Snape praised him, "what else?"

"I didn't show up for detention, so you had to come get me, and…I should have…just…showed up", Harry quietly went on, "and…because I was being…rude."

Snape hummed in approval, "you lose your temper too quickly, Potter", he told the boy, "you need to learn to think before you act."

Harry grumbled something, kicking his legs a little, "I was mad", he eventually offered, "and annoyed."

"I see- well, in the future, you might want to take a deep breath and think if the consequence is worth being mad and annoyed about", he lifted his hand again, "five more, Potter."

Smack.

"Si…six!"

Smack.

Harry cursed under his breath, this was starting to become surprisingly painful, "aahh…se…ven!"

Snape just hummed something, lifting his hand again. He was determined to teach the boy a lesson he would not forget for a while, which meant he was not going to go easy on him.

Smack.

Harry bucked, "stop! Stop!", he could not help but sobbing, "it hurts! Hurts so much!"

"I need you to count, Potter", Snape reminded him calmly, and the boy sobbed again, sounding distressed, "it…was eight! Please, you have to stop!"

"We agreed on ten, Potter", Snape just said, "which means you'll get two more."

"No! No, please! Sir, please!", another sob, "you can't!"

Snape had a very good idea why the boy was getting so anxious, but he was going to make him say it, admit to it, "and why is that, Potter?"

"Because I…I am…I'm going to cry!"

Harry could not see the small, satisfied smile forming on Snape's lips, "you can cry and scream all you like, Potter- there is no rule against that", he told the boy calmly.

"I…I am fourteen!"

"And that means you are not allowed to cry when you are in pain?"

"I did not cry when I fought the basilisk, or when…"

"That does not answer my question, Potter", Snape interrupted him softly, he was starting to see where the problem was, "I certainly won't laugh at you for crying if that's what you are worried about", he lifted his hand again, and he could feel the boy tense, "no!"

Smack.

"Ni…ni…nine!", Harry croaked out, and then he started to cry. His butt felt like it was on fire, he was ashamed, and confused, and sad, and he wanted nothing more than to curl himself into a tiny ball and hide under a blanket, "so…sorr…sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!", for some reason, he could not stop apologizing, barely registering that Snape had carefully pulled him into a sitting position.

"I am sorry!"

"I know you are, Potter", Snape responded calmly, "and you are all done. All forgiven."

Forgiven. He was forgiven.

Harry had no idea what possessed him at that moment when he flung his arms around Snape's neck, hugging him, and he also had no idea what possessed Snape to hug him back.

He kept crying and sobbing for what felt like forever when truthfully, it could not have been more than a few minutes, and while he was doing that, Snape was simply holding him, humming something…something weirdly soothing.

As soon as he came back to his senses though, he instantly pulled back, his face red with mortification.

What am I doing here? This is Snape! Snape!

"I…I gotta go!", he blurted out before Snape could say something, and then he scrambled off Snape's lap, grabbed his stuff, and ran out the door, his face still wet with tears.

"Is everyone here?", Remus kept his voice low. They were in his office, which was protected and locked, but Dumbledore's little helpers were snooping around everywhere recently, so it was better to be on the safe side.

"It's just Ginny missing since Harry is still at detention. Ginny said she would come, though", Hermione replied, "and she was talking of bringing Luna this time."

"Luna? The one with the head in the clouds?", Ron joked, but his smile vanished when Hermione sent him a disapproving glance, "yes, Luna. She has been making some comments lately regarding Dumbledore's new policies, and it sounded like she could be an ally."

Before anyone could respond, there was a knock on the door- and seconds later, Remus came back with Ginny and Luna.

Luna smiled, sitting down next to Ginny on the rug on the floor, "so, this is the famous Anti-Dumbledore Army?"

"We…don't actually have an official name yet", Neville told her, flushing when she looked at him, "but…I like that name."

"Well, let's begin", Remus interrupted, "we have a few things to cover. First of all, the recruitment- how is that going?"

Fred and George Weasley both shrugged at the same time, "not very well. We tried with some Ravenclaws, but everyone is starting to freak out as soon as we say Dumbledore", Fred started, "there are lots of Muggleborn students in Ravenclaw, and they all think they will be next."

"There's another Hufflepuff missing, too- a second grader. Her name is Alexis Bucharan", Ginny now said, she was responsible for keeping track of the missing students, "I snooped around a little and I've heard her mom had a pretty good position at the Ministry. She was head of some kind of department. I was going to ask dad if he knows anything about her."

"What about her dad?", Hermione now asked.

"He disappeared as well."

There was a silence.

"There are more Slytherins leaving now, too- Pansy Parkinson's parents came to get her yesterday, and three first graders from Slytherin left as well, they also got picked up by their families", Ginny added, "and the Slytherins are now prohibited from eating in the Great Hall, they have to eat all their meals in the Common Room."

"Do we have any information on what they are planning?", Ron wanted to know.

"Still nothing- they just all they say the same things over and over again, that their Lord is going to destroy Dumbledore soon, and that their revenge will be bloody, but none of them is interested in some kind of bargain with us", Ginny went on, "at least that's what I have been hearing."

"They are so damn prideful", Remus mumbled, "Voldemort has not even a small chance to win any attack, he surely must know that."

"Since he is just as prideful as the Slytherins, I doubt it", Ginny snorted, remembering the arrogant Tom from the Chamber all too well, "if he attacks, that will be the end of the Dark Order."

"Which is not necessarily a bad thing", Neville stated, "I mean, they are evil and deserve to be sent to Azkaban."

"They do", Remus agreed, "but they do not deserve to be tortured to death- no one does. Doing an evil thing to an evil person does not make it a good thing, Neville."

"I know", Neville mumbled, "just…when I think about my parents…", he bit his lips.

"Bellatrix Lestrange certainly got a punishment worse than death for what she did", Remus said quietly, "Dumbledore is not even pretending he is not behind that anymore- they put some pictures of her in the Daily Prophet today. I really hope you guys did not see them."

"I saw them", Luna replied, her voice just as quiet, "I guess he is really trying to get Voldemort to attack him now. And then…he probably will do the same cruel things to him."

"What…what happened to Bellatrix?", Neville dared to ask, and after Remus had told him in a few, short sentences, the boy paled, "that…that's horrible!"

Remus was watching him intently, "see? It does not make you feel better, right?", he asked him, "knowing that the woman who did this to your parents got tortured like that."

Neville slowly shook his head, "no…it really doesn't", he was staring at his hands, letting out a bitter laugh, "and I probably should be happy about it, right?"

"Enjoying the misery of someone else would just put you on the same level with Bellatrix", Hermione now said, "you are too kind and good-hearted for that, Neville."

Neville had to smile, "thank you. I guess that's what our little army is about- since we are technically trying to help the Slytherins here."

"I'd be very surprised if Dumbledore was going to stop there- just thinking about the missing Hufflepuffs", George remarked, "it still frustrates me that no one is daring to speak up against Dumbledore, they all just watch him destroy everything."

"Seeing those pictures in the Daily Prophet certainly helped- everyone knows now what Dumbledore is capable of, and they don't want to be next", Luna said, "I definitely wish I'd never see them."

The silence now was an uncomfortable one- until Remus eventually broke it, "I've been trying to get…information from Snape, but so far, I have not been very successful", he frowned when he thought about the sneer on Snape's face the other day before he had slammed the door in his face, "on one side, he seems extremely loyal to Dumbledore- and on the other side, he is head of Slytherin and is basically forced to watch how his students are getting bullied, discriminated and made to leave. It's not making any sense."

"Yeah, but isn't that why Gryffindor asked you to spy on him?", Ron now asked, "because he cannot figure Snape out, either?"

Remus sighed, "precisely. It is certainly not helping that our relationship is rather…strained, but then- who doesn't have a strained relationship with Snape, right?"

"I can only think of Malfoy", Ron replied, chuckling, and that made the others chuckle as well, so at least, their meeting ended on a less serious note.

Still, they all were concerned- and they all knew that from here on out, things were only getting worse.

The air in the basement was filled with sadistic anticipation- Sirius knew they were all here because of him, because they wanted to see Orion turning another hunk of a man into a bleeding, crying mess on the ground.

His opponent tonight was young, very young- he looked like he had just graduated college. Sirius did not feel any guilt, though when he stepped into the arena. Nobody here was forced to fight, and even though many of the guys here were just desperate for money, in the end, it was their choice. Their lives.

The kid had brought several axes and the promised morning star, and Sirius felt his excitement building at the sight of the medieval weapon.

I wonder how much that is going to hurt.

Everyone started to loudly cheer and yell when he walked closer to the other guy, facing him.

"Fancy seeing you here, Black", the guy sneered, "I thought you were hiding in some hole like the coward you are."

"Do I fucking know you?"

"You do now", Asshole hissed, "this is going to be your last fight, Sirius Black."

"Again, who the fuck are you? My name is Orion."

"Sure it is- and my name is Beedle the Bard", Asshole snarled, "let's get this party started, shall we?"

Sirius curled his lips, he knew some guys liked to play mind games and a few had been quite good at it, but this kid was the first one who had called him by his real name- and he did not like that, he did not like that at all.

Time to get some intel from you, Mr. Morning Star.

They began, and Sirius had to grudgingly admit that Asshole knew what he was doing- he seemed to be some trained martial arts expert, and he used the axe like a pro, one of his throws almost decapitating him.

It took him about fifteen minutes to get a feel for the guy, but when he saw an opportunity, he went for it with everything he had.

Asshole cursed when Sirius' fist broke his nose, and he roared when Sirius turned him around and slammed him on his back, effectively breaking a rib.

"Who sent you?", he hissed, trying to pin Asshole to the ground, "what is this here?"

"I got sent by Santa Clause", Asshole spit some blood right in his face, "giving up already, Black?"

He slowly bent his right arm instead of answering, Asshole's screams turning into terrified screeches. Finally, he heard the satisfying crack- telling him that the arm was broken.

"Who. sent. you?", he repeated, slowly reaching for the other arm, "I can make this quick and painless for you- or long and very, very painful."

"Your babbling is the most painful part already", Asshole choked out through clenched teeth, his face an expression of agony, "nothing…can be worse…than that!"

"You'd be surprised", Sirius replied smoothly, and even though he did not like to do this, he carefully spread Asshole's legs, "now, are you ready for some real pain?"

As he had secretly hoped, Asshole broke down. In the arena, nothing was off limits- except rape, but any kind of sexual assault was approved and even encouraged. Sirius never went there, but he knew Thompson's proclivities barely had any limits, and he had just watched the other day how one guy had repeatedly kick another guy in the balls, disgusted by the scene.

"Dum…Dumbledore!", Asshole croaked out, holding his broken arm, "sent…me…to…to…"

"To kill me?", Sirius let out a humorless laugh, "and you are calling me a coward? Old Dumbles cannot even fight his own battles, sending you and your medieval murder weapons- how did you even find me?"

"Was…told…you are here…", Asshole spit out more blood, his breathing shallowing. Sirius knew he was running out of time before the pain would make him pass out, "told by whom?", he pressed, but it was too late- Asshole had lost consciousness.

He cursed, slowly getting up. Ignoring the empty glasses, he left the arena, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Dumbledore knew he was here- he knew what he was doing, and he had sent someone to eliminate him.

Dumbledore had actually been his only hope to get declared innocent- Fudge still did not believe him and probably never would, and he had no one else on his side. If Pettigrew would ever get arrested, maybe- but it did not look like the Dark Order was that weak already.

"Orion, that was simply breathtaking!", Thompson began to chatter as soon as he went by the bar, "you made me some money tonight", he grinned at him, "I bet on you, but most of these fools did not."

"Yeah, whatever", he mumbled, not in the mood to listen to Thompson's grovel, "that guy- what's his name?"

"He registered as…hold on…as James Evans."

All blood drained from Sirius' face. He wished he had fucking kicked the guy in the balls now- the audacity the guy had to show up here using his dead best friends' first and last name!

You'll pay for this, Dumbledore!

"He's a spy", he told Thompson, taking a sip of the whiskey in front of him, not caring who it belonged to, "got real personal and stuff. Listen, if this is not safe for me anymore, I…"

"We'll get rid of him", Thompson interrupted him hastily, not willing to risk his best money maker leaving, "he's dead. I can increase the background checks on everyone, I…I can let you only fight guys you already had."

"Where's the fun in that? I need someone…new. Someone exciting."

"I'll find someone for you", Thompson promised, "I'll get you someone you can fuck over so badly, everyone will be talking about it for a year."

Sirius grinned, that sounded more like it, "fine. Take your time, though. The last couple guys were fucking clowns, and I am not in the mood to visit the circus again."

"Understood."

He emptied the whiskey, and then, he left- but the uneasy feeling in his stomach was still there.

Why do you want to kill me, Dumbledore?

well...we shall see why ;) also, Gryffindor and Tom will be back in the next chap...and that won't end pretty (for Tom...hahaha)

I would love some feedback from you guys!

xoxo, Antonie :)