Tobias: Wulfric, what do you think you're doing?

Wulfric: Sharpening pitchforks.

(Sounds of metal clashing are heard)

Tobias: What was that!

Wulfric: Aeneas, please do not clang those, it seems to worry Tobias.

Aeneas : Yes Master Wulfric. I is sorry about that.

Wulfric : It's okay.

Tobias : You have a house elf!

Wulfric : Yes. Now loyal readers I have said this thirty two times in the past and I say it again. I Do Not Own Harry Potter!

"What are you going to have him to tonight Min?" Albus asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but I'll have a few choices lined up. I'm going to have him explain a few things to me first, and then I'll decide."

"That's fair."

"That's what I thought. I need to know why he never really stands up to Mr. Weasley."

"I understand. I really do plan on talking to him tonight, so if you could allow him out around nine thirty I'd be ever grateful," said Albus with a smile

"I can do that. Out of curiosity, what are you going to talk to him about?"

"Well, I have to be the Grandfather and lecture him on fighting, then a few, um 'man to man' things possibly, and whatever else fits into that picture."

"Yes that sounds good, and now if you'll excuse me, I have a class I need to prepare for," said Minerva.

As she went to leave, Albus spun her around and kissed her. "Until our chess game tonight, which will have to wait until I'm done with Harry, and this time I shall win!"

With a smile she replied, " Only in your dreams Albus."

Minerva left the office listening to Albus's chuckling filling the office behind her.

That night Harry appeared at his Grandmother's office promptly at seven thirty. He raised his hand to knock, but heard her call him in.

"Sit down please," she said to him.

After taking a seat in front of her, Harry looked down. He was afraid he'd see disappointment in those green eyes in front of him.

"Harry, look at me."

Hesitantly, Harry looked up not to find disappointment, but concern instead.

"Before we begin your detention for fighting, I want you to explain some things to me if that's okay," said McGonagall.

"It's okay. What do you want me to explain?" asked Harry.

"First of all, why don't you stand up more to Mr. Weasley? If anytime to use magic in the corridors it was then. Yes, you would have gotten detention with myself, but it would have shown him that you're tired of everything he's put you though."

"You're right. I think, the reason I don't is because I've never fought back to that before," Harry replied.

"Before?"

"Yes, Dudley used to do it to me all the time. It started when we started school together. His group of friends always beat me up. One of my cases of accidental magic was when I jumped to hide behind some trash cans, and somehow levitated myself onto the roof. My relatives weren't happy about that one, " explained Harry.

"Your cousin beat you up like Mr. Weasley is now?" asked Minerva.

"Yes, can we just get to my detention?"

"One more question if you don't mind, and then you can."

"Okay."

"When you said that you and Miss Granger had not done anything, is that the reason you needed Albus the other night?"

The blush creeping about Harry's neck was answer enough. Deciding not to torture him anymore, Minerva got up and walked around to the other side of her office where there was a large bookcase.

"Harry, for tonight I need you to rearrange these books in alphabetical order. I'm sorry I can't give you something like scrubbing cauldrons, but I daresay you've done that enough times in the past its simple."

"Yes ma'am."

Minerva watched Harry as she graded papers. She noted that he looked preoccupied about something, but before she could think on it, the clock rang nine thirty.

"Okay Harry, you may finish this tomorrow night. Remember your grandfather wants to have a word with you before you head off to bed, " she said.

"I remember."

"Before you go, come here."

Harry walked over to her, where he was pulled into a hug. He inhaled the scent of her which was lavender and vanilla, unlike the lemon and mint his grandfather smelled like. Before he could pull out of the hug, she pressed a chocolate frog in his hand and kissed the top of his forehead.

"You know I love you Harry, " she said, the proof in here eyes.

"I know, and I love you too Gram."

a/n : And here we go, kind of a short filler chapter because I needed to write something while I work out a possible relapse, and Harry's talk with Albus. I've got some parts of possible future chapters written, depending on my mood and how all you loyal reviewers would like to see this work out.

Wulfric

(hm.. what to do.. what to do..)

Tobias: A house elf!

Wulfric: Yes, Albus gave him to me.

Tobias: Why!

Wulfric: Because Aeneas needed a kind master, and Albus believed I needed the help.

Tobias: What about me I help!

(Wulfric just looks at Tobias,with one eyebrow raised.)

Tobias : Alright, I see your point.