If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
Chapter six: The detention
The next morning Harry awoke with a jerk and groaned mentally as he glanced over at the time. It was 4:30 in the morning, the light barley shinning through the windows. Harry sat, the covers falling off his bare chest, threw them over his leg, got up, and stretched. Yawning, he grabbed a clean shirt and changed his pants, but before leaving he glanced in the mirror and remembered a time when he had been here twenty years ago, his father snoozing in the his bed. Harry smiled and blinked, he realized he had not been wearing his glasses. Harry shrugged. He would tell whoever asked that he got contacts.
Feeling the urge to play with the fire still burning in the grates of the fireplace, he strolled down towards the couch and was about to sit down when a muffled snore made him jump up and spin around.
Mark lay there asleep, his dark hair in his face and his hands over his chest. Harry noticed he was shirvering so he quickly conjured a blanket and lay it over his cousin. Mark smiled in his sleep and rolled over to his side, looking more peaceful. Harry frowned thinking of how hard it would be for Mark to get around Hogwarts- when Harry was in first year it took him weeks to find his classes- and decided to show him around when he woke up, which Harry hoped would be soon.
Darkness….
Green light…
Lily…
Harry…
Must help them…
"So this is the entrance to the dungeons, where potions class takes place." Harry waved in a flamboyant way as Mark snickered.
Harry opened his mouth to say something when he heard footsteps coming from the dungeon.
"Hide," Harry hissed at Mark, before pushing him behind a suit of armor without explaining why.
Harry was about to hid when a silky voice said, "Up so early Potter? Getting ready to pull a prank?" Harry whirled around to see Severus- no Professor Snape standing at the entrance of the dungeons, his eyes glittering darkly.
"No sir, I was-," Harry started but was cut off by Snape.
"Detention Potter tonight, 8:00." Severus stalked past him, his robes billowing behind him.
'Did he take lesson from Salazar?' Harry wondered, not at all affected that he got a detention.
"Harry," Mark squeaked, bringing Harry out of his thoughts. "Who was that and why did he give you a detention?"
"That, Mark was Professor Snape, our potions master," Harry said, then tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know why he gave me a detention, must have been in a bad mood." Then Harry frowned and re- arranged his words. "Sorry strike that, just stay away from him." Harry moved from his spot and went down the entrance hall stairs, Mark following him. Silence surrounded the two boys until Mark asked, "Why stay away from him?"
"Because Severus Snape has accomplished something I never thought was possible, to be in a permanent bad mood." Harry smiled at Mark, his eyes twinkling.
Mark laughed and soon Harry joined him. At that moment, Harry had forgotten his detention, and his duty to the Fates, but just at that moment.
"Harry, over here!" Dean shouted over the crowd of Gryffindors as Harry came into the portrait later that day. Harry nodded to him, placed his bag down on the chair near the fireplace and went to the bulletin board where the fifth and seventh years were crowded around it.
"Whats up?" Harry said, as he politely pushed through the crowds and stood next to Fred, George, Hermione and Dean.
"This is what's up!" Dean shoved a yellow paper into Harry's hands. Harry raised an eyebrow and read:
Founder's Riddle
Every 20 years five members from each house (years 5 and 7th) will be picked to find the founder's tombs, unlocking the secret of the heirs.
You will be picked on according of a magical goblet which narrows down who could be the heirs of each house.
5 and 7th years meet in the Great Hall, 6:30.
Albus Dumbledore
"Stupid Goblets," Harry muttered, before handing Dean back the yellow paper.
"Doesn't that sound interesting!" Hermione practically shrieked in his ear. Harry nodded to her but was lost in thought.
'So that's why neither James nor Tom was recognized as the heirs because they were both in 6th year at the time of the choosing.'
"But why 5 and 7th years?" Hermione asked, as Dean, Fred and George left leaving Ron to be able to come over to his friends and read the flyer.
"Yeah why?'" Ron asked. Harry blinked and answered, "Because most children come onto their inheritance by age 15 or 17. Mostly purebloods or halfbloods get their family powers by 15." Hermione and Ron looked surprised of how Harry knew this but Harry was not looking at their face but lost on thought of how not to reveal his status of Hogwarts Kin.
Albus Dumbledore, fifth highest mage, sat looking over the fifth and seventh year students who made their way to their respectable tables. Albus immediately spotted Harry, who was laughing about something to Fred and George Weasley.
"Hello students," Albus said as the crowd died down. "This year, their will be what is called Founder's Riddle." Albus made his way to the front of the staff table and uncovered a goblet not unlike the one from the triwizard.
"This cup will decide which five out of your years will be going," Albus said as the buzzing began. Albus distantly heard Harry mutter something about evil goblets. He smiled softly.
"You will be putting your name and a drop of blood on the piece of paper and place it into the cup. Five teachers, me included, will be coming with our adventures to help supervise. You will be getting more information if you are picked." Albus nodded for the teachers to hand out the slips of paper.
"You may begin."
Harry scowled at the paper in front of him as Ron eagerly grabbed one of the quills in the middle of the table and added his name.
"What if your muggleborn, how would we be heirs?" Hermione said, quite loudly. Katie frowned too at the question but put her name down and went to grab a picker.
"Go on Harry," Fred said from beside Harry. Harry sighed, wrote his name, and grabbed one picker. The blood seeped into the parchment and he got up with his fellow Gryffindors but paused, waiting for them to be done.
He watched the parchment fall into the goblet thinking, 'I really got to know about these things.'
After the meeting, Harry made a left turn calling back to his friends he had detention before heading toward the dungeons.
'I am going to tell Severus the truth… I hope he does not react badly. Hell, what am I thinking, of course he will he's Severus!'
Damn.
"Come in Potter!" Severus barked at Harry as he stood in the doorway.
'Arrogant brat.' Severus thought as he pointed to the caldrons and to the rags with a pointed look on his face. Potter nodded before grabbing a rag and started scrubbing.
Severus felt his thoughts drift to Ethan as he watched Potter with uninterested till he heard Potter start humming a haunting familiar song.
"So Potter why were you in the hallway at five in the morning," Severus said with a look that just said, 'anger management problems.'
"Don't look at me that way," Harry said, throwing the rag in the box next to his foot and grabbed the next one. "I had to do it, it was a promise."
"And a promise is worth a detention with me?" Severus asked, hoping Potter would lose his temper so he could punish him, the old fashion way. Severus normally hated child abusers but when it came to a certain point in his temper when he could not handle anyone, he would do it. Stupid temper.
"A promise is worth it for a friend." Severus scowled and shot him a dirty look. Harry just continued humming that stupid song… so familiar.
"Shut up Potter," Severus said, while trying to figure out why that song sounded so familiar, "You sound like a dieing cat."
Harry smiled, remembering that was one of the things Severus had told him, when they had first studied together.
'"So Riddle, why are you being so nice to me, a Slytherin?" Severus Snape asked, looking over his book at a humming Ethan.
"Cause you're a person who actually likes to do things other then prank people and watch Lily Evans," Ethan said smiling.
"Oh shut up!" Severus said, "You sound like a dieing cat."
"I'm just trying to lighten the mood," Ethan said looking hurt, and then smiled wryly. "And steal the jobs from bird and dieing cats." Severus blinked and burst out into laughter, filling his normally saddened face with laughter; Ethan snickered too.'
"I'm just trying to lighten the mood," Harry said indignantly, "But also trying to steal jobs from birds… and dieing cats"
Severus blinked and stared at Potter, who went back to his cleaning. Severus felt anger build up in him. All the anger he had felt when he was younger, at the world at Ethan for living with him.
Harry looked up, feeling the sudden cackle of magic and was about to put up a shield, which he knew would drain his strength when he was thrown back across the classroom and hit the bookcase, the last thing he felt was the large books pounding his body.
Severus Snape slide back against his chair panting. That was one hell of a magical outburst. Looking around, he realized he had blown P- no Ethan- no Harry into his bookcase, the bookcase currently rained books down against the unconscious boy.
"Damn it!" He cursed before rising, made his way down to the other side of the dungeon, and fished him out.
Harry had forming bruises on his face, arms and his breathing was ragged, as if he broke his ribs.
Holding him to his chest, he made his way into the back of his office and into his living area; he placed him down on his black leather couch before flooing Albus.
After doing so, he went back to the couch and stood over Harry when a voice, an annoying relative asked, "Whose that your next victim? Or your son, never mind that last comment, just doesn't get any blood on the couch." Severus shot the portrait a dirty look before settling in the armchair, accidentally falling asleep as Albus came in.
"Severus?" Albus's face came swimmingly into view.
"Albus?" He croaked, then remembered the events from the day and looked over at the couch to a not so injured Harry Potter.
"Is he alright?" Severus asked, getting up to examine him. He touched the boys forehead, checking for forehead.
"I didn't know you raped people? Seriously!" His relative exclaimed from his portrait. Severus just shot him a look and went back to Harry.
"How is he?" Severus looked at an amused Albus Dumbledore.
"Fine, he had a few fractured ribs and bruises but they're fine now, he may be sore that's all. Now about that portrait…" He trailed off his eyes twinkling like the sun. Severus was about to answer when Harry groaned softly and stirred.
"I'll leave you alone then," Albus stepped out of the living room.
"Severus?" Harry croaked, his eyes looking around tiredly.
"Yes," Severus asked sitting on the other side of the bed.
"I'm sorry for leaving, I had to it was time." Severus felt the old feeling of sadness erupt in him but he smiled softly at Harry. Reaching out he hugged him, Harry tensed slightly but leaned into the hug of his old friend.
"And it starts! Oh my eyes!" cried the portrait dramatically. Harry drew back from the hug, his eyes brows raised.
"What was that about?"
"Never mind that…" Severus said quickly. "What do you think of the Founder's Riddle?"
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