A/N: Hey guys, next chapter's up!

10th squad 3rd seat (4) : Fran … what have you done? ;P

Fanamaniac (4) : Sorry, If I disappointed you, I'll try to add a plot/ adventure in now. About Fran dropping in, Hogwarts has magical wards. Byakuran is using the power of the Mare Ring, which is totally on a different tier. About Byakuran's character, I try to make it so he is carefree, but what else is he? I can't find anything else that would fittingly describe him. About others' expressions, I was simply too lazy to type that. Now I'll try to go with a balance of both quantity and quality. Alright, I think that sums everything up. Please continue reading and tell me what you think. (I never took writing classes, so this is what I get)

Chapter 4

That night, Harry and his friends were doing homework before Harry had to go to "Froggy", as Byakuran put it, 's detention. Hermione kept running her hand through her hair, even more so than usual.

Ron finally asked, "What the devil's wrong with you, 'Mione?"

"I don't know, Ron, that Byakuran guy, something was off when he transfigured the class teapots." Hermione sighed, slumping down on the desk in the common room.

Ron just laughed heartily, "You're just afraid he was better than you. Plus, he even changed the teapots in to edible things."

"Yes, that's what made it so strange! Everything about him is strange!" Hermione said, frustrated.

Harry stood up from his table. "Alright, I have to go now."

Hermione worriedly muttered, "It can't be too bad…", as Harry walked out of the door.

Harry stalked the hallways, head down, hands in his pockets. He was still seething angry that he had gotten a detention for standing up for the class' safety.

As he walked down, he heard the certain cheery voice of a certain cheery person. "Hey, Harry! Wait up!" Byakuran meandered up to Harry.

"So, what do you think she'll make us do?" questioned Harry.

"Oh, probably what every other teacher does, line, lines, lines. BOORING!" Byakuran said unhappily.

The two found Umbridge's room and walked in.

Umbridge smiled sickly-sweetly and motioned for them to sit down. "Welcome to detention."

"Why do you have so many cats? Why are you obsessed with pink? Why is this quill unnecessarily sharp?"

Umbridge blinked at the salvo of questions. "Well, Mister Byakuran, we shall see soon. Please write on this parchment, I will not tell lies."

Harry and Byakuran began to write. Upon seeing the streak of dark crimson on his hand, Harry took a sharp intake of breath. Byakuran simply frowned a little.

"I told you this quill was really sharp! I want another one!" Byakuran said, after a while.

Umbridge only smiled and explained, "But that's to make it sink in, dear."

Byakuran frowned and continue writing.

I will not tell lies, I will not tell lies,I will not tell lies, I will not tell lies,

This is boring, I want a marshmallow, I will not tell lies,

Byakuran even took the moment to inscribe a Millefiore emblem.

"Mr. Byakuran, what is that?", questioned Umbridge, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a thingy!"

Harry, who had been watching this, quietly snickered. Not quiet enough, however, as it seemed when Umbridge commanded them not to talk anymore. Soon they were out and free to roam the halls again. Byakuran said, "Now, Harry, you can't tell anyone what I'm about to do. Fran, undo the illusion." Fran steped out of his illusion and twitched his hell ring finger. Suddenly, Harry's bleeding stopped and his hand looked good as new.

"Harry, meet Fran. Fran, Harry."

Fran mumbled in his usual monotone voice, "I'm not his slave, and this dude had some bad acne on his forehead. Why doesn't he wash his hair?"

Harry blushed and briefly shook his hand. They both returned to the common room, one with his hand behind his head and looking completely relaxed, and the other troubled with questions.

A/N: So, how was it? I added some quality there. Thanks to Fanamaniac, who suggested some things I overlooked.