I do not own the rights to the "Harry Potter" series. My story is a creative reinterpretation, utilizing JK Rowling's characters, setting, and other elements to craft my own version of the Harry Potter universe. This book contains the spanking of a minor, with absolutely no slash.


Harry Potter knew he was asking for trouble when he set off in pursuit of Peter Pettigrew. But as he saw the ominous name "Severus Snape" gradually closing in on his own, his heart raced, knowing he was in ever deeper trouble than he realized.

Harry lowered his wand in a feeble last attempt to conceal his whereabouts, extinguishing the Lumos spell he had cast. However, his attempts were to no avail as the soft glow from Professor Snape's wand pierced the darkness, and the two found themselves standing eye to eye in the dimly lit corridor.

"Potter," the word slipped from the man's lips in a crisp, Snape-like manner, distaste lacing his voice as he directed a sharp gaze squarely at Harry, "What are you doing wandering the corridors at night?"

Harry's mind raced, grappling for words, as he sifted through a thousand potential excuses. With a hesitant stammer, he settled on one and said, "I... was sleepwalking."

"How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter," Snape sneered, his wand unwaveringly pointed at Harry, his disdain punctuating every syllable. "He too was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle."

"My dad didn't strut," an angry fire ignited within Harry, "and neither do I."

Before the professor could rebuke him, Harry pressed on with newfound confidence. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you lowered your wand."

Professor Snape's displeasure remained evident as he lowered his wand, his piercing gaze shifting to Harry's pockets. "Turn out your pockets," he commanded.

When Harry made no move to obey, the professor's displeasure intensified. "Turn. Out. Your. Pockets," he repeated, each word enunciated with added emphasis.

In no position to do otherwise, Harry maintained eye contact with the professor, ensuring his own displeasure was clearly conveyed as he reluctantly dug into his left pocket and retrieved the Marauder's Map.

"Open it," the professor demanded. Harry complied, unfolding the Marauder's Map, and Professor Snape's wand moved to the parchment. "Reveal your secrets,"

In response to the professor's spell, text began to materialize on the map. "Read it," Professor Snape instructed.

"'Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and..." Harry hesitated.

"Go on," Professor Snape ordered.

Harry's gaze lifted to meet the Professor's as he said, "Requests him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.'

"Why—You insolent little—"

"Professor," Remus Lupin's voice carried out from behind Professor Snape and Snape turned in a swift pivot to face him.

"Well, well. Lupin. Our for a little walk... in the moonlight, are we?"

Lupin only offered his amused smile as he moved closer to the duo.

"I have just now confiscated a rather curious artifact from Mr. Potter," Professor Snape said, his voice tinged with distaste. "Take a look. It's supposed to be your area of expertise. Clearly, it's full of dark magic."

"I seriously doubt it, Severus," Professor Lupin replied, struggling to hide the smirk forming on his face as he examined the artifact. His gaze briefly lifted to meet Harry's for a split second before he returned it to the parchment, continuing his examination.

When Severus reached for it, Professor Lupin swiftly withdrew the artifact from the professor's reach. "Nevertheless, I will investigate it. It is, after all, my area of expertise," he asserted.

Professor Lupin turned to Harry. "Harry, would you come with me?"

Grateful for the chance to escape, Harry quickly moved to follow Professor Lupin.

"Professor," Professor Lupin nodded at Snape in acknowledgment as the two walked away.

The two walked in silence to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Upon their arrival, the door thudded shut behind them.

"I find it rather curious," Professor Lupin's voice broke the silence, "that you thought it wise to take a midnight stroll with this in your possession. Surely, you are old enough to realize the dangers that accompany it?"

Harry blinked in surprise. He had anticipated that the professor would simply pat him on the back and let him go. Given his earlier amusement during the confrontation with Snape in the corridors. However, now he found himself at a loss for words.

"I— I was just..." Harry stammered, his mind racing to form a logical explanation.

"You were?" Professor Lupin prompted, crossing his arms as he leaned against his desk.

"Well, I— I don't really know, Professor. I mean, I just wanted to clear my mind... Take a walk."

"With this in your possession?" the professor raised an eyebrow as he held up the map, "And in the middle of the night, Harry?"

Harry remained silent.

"You do realize that were this map to fall into the wrong hands, it would lead Sirius Black straight to you?" Professor Lupin continued.

Harry realized with a start that he hadn't thought of that.

"Oh, yes," Professor Lupin said, studying Harry closely. "And the castle at night, especially when alone, can indeed be very dangerous for students."

"I'm sorry, Professor," Harry said, "I didn't think—"

"Yes," Professor Lupin said smoothly, "It's very clear that you didn't, Harry. Now, what do you suggest we do about this situation?"

Harry hesitated, clearly thrown off by the question. He rather liked Professor Lupin and didn't like the direction the conversation was heading. "I mean... detention, I guess if you think it's necessary, Professor. Or taking house points. Anything you'd like works. I mean, you're the adult." Harry offered, hoping to leave the decision in the professor's hands. What he really wanted, however, was for the Professor to let him off with a warning and to forget the whole thing happened.

Professor Lupin observed Harry closely, taking note of the boy's palpable unease. He gradually rose from his leaning position against the desk and moved to the center of the classroom. Acutely aware of Harry's eyes following his every move, he transfigured a desk into an armless chair and settled into it.

"Come here, Harry," Professor Lupin requested, his voice friendly yet laced with authority, leaving no room for arguments.

"Professor?" Harry asked, clearly puzzled, as he cautiously approached the professor.

"It's evident that detentions and removal of house points haven't been effective for you," Professor Lupin remarked. "Therefore, I will take matters into my own hands and discipline you in a manner I believe your father would have approved of."

"My father?" Harry questioned, confused, "And what method of... discipline would that be?"

"Are you familiar with the concept of spanking, Harry?" the professor asked carefully.

Harry paused. Surely he hadn't heard the professor correctly.

"You can't be serious," he said slowly.

"I am being very serious, Harry." Professor Lupin responded.

"Is that even allowed?" Harry asked, a hint of desperation rising in his voice.

"With any other student, Harry? No," Professor Lupin stated firmly. "Nor is it permitted with all the teachers. A discussion with Professor Dumbledore was held, and I have been given the authority, for now, to deal with you in ways that I see fit to ensure your best interests. As time progresses, another authority figure may be added, and you'll be introduced to them. But for now, you will report to me for discipline and guidance. The headmaster believed that given our relationship, I was the best fit for this responsibility."

"So what? You'll be my babysitter?" Harry asked angrily.

"You may consider me a guardian of sorts, a mentor," Professor Lupin explained. "However, I truly don't want this to drastically alter our relationship. We can still maintain what we previously had. The only difference now is that I may need to step in as an authority figure when necessary."

"By spanking me?" Harry demanded.

"When I see fit, yes." Professor Lupin said simply.

"I don't agree with this," Harry argued defiantly.

"Would you prefer Professor Snape over me?" Professor Lupin raised an eyebrow. "Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be opposed to that notion. If it weren't for my intervention, you would be having this conversation with the Potions Master instead of me."

Harry's mouth fell open as he processed that information. He would surely be dead the moment Snape was given that sort of authority over him. No. He definitely preferred Lupin. Even if it meant getting a stupid spanking from his favorite professor.

"No, sir." Harry finally said.

"Good," Professor Lupin nodded, "Any other questions or matters you wish to cover before we proceed?"

Harry hesitated, "No... sir."

"Very well," Professor Lupin leaned back in the chair and patted his lap, "To me, Harry."

"Do I have to?" Harry begged.

Professor Lupin raised an eyebrow, "You and I both know that the other forms of discipline the staff have tried have done nothing. Stalling will get you nowhere, Harry. Let's get this over with."

Slowly, Harry inched his way to the professor. Once he was close enough, Professor Lupin held out a hand. "Your glasses, Harry."

"My glasses?" Harry asked.

"Give them to me," Professor Lupin said, "You will not be needing them and they will only get in the way."

"But I can't see without them—" Harry started to protest.

"You will be fine," Professor Lupin reassured, "Do you trust me?"

Harry didn't hesitate as he nodded. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that. Slowly, he removed his glasses and fumbled with them as he handed them to Professor Lupin. His eyesight was heavily blurred, and the professor, taking note of that, took a firm grip on Harry's arm and with a light tug led him over his knee.

Professor Lupin's arm circled around Harry's waist, leaving little room for escape. After a brief two seconds, his hand connected smartly with Harry's behind.

"Oh—" Harry gasped as he felt the whole impact of his professor's hand, "That hurts."

"It is supposed to hurt, Harry. That is entirely the point." Professor Lupin responded. And with that, he started landing smacks at a steady pace. Evenly laying them out across Harry's bottom.

"Professor—" Harry grounded out as he struggled against the fire that was being lit in his arse.

"You and I both know that this is well deserved." Professor Lupin laid out, punctuating his sentence with firey smacks.

A yelp escaped Harry as Professor Lupin landed a particularly hard smack.

"Please, sir—" Harry pleaded as he squirmed across his professor's lap. Embarrassingly, Harry realized that he was crying.

Professor Lupin, fastened his pace as he finally spoke. "From this point forward, you will report to my quarters every Tuesday and Friday evening for check-ins. You will spend 2 hours here where we will do various things. You are to bring your homework during those periods of time, as you will likely be spending fractions of the time to complete them."

"Oww—" Harry gasped, "yes—oh—sir."

"If the occasion arises, and I put you on restriction or designate you an early bedtime, you will spend the night in my quarters. A room will be made for you promptly," the professor continued.

"What?" Harry protested, "That's—ow—not... f—fair"

"It very much so is," Professor Lupin responded, "If you stay out of trouble, you will not meet that fate."

He slowed his pace as he said, "I expect your full respect and honesty. I have your best interests in mind and will do my best to help you. However, to do so, I need you to meet me halfway. I need you to communicate with me."

"Yes.. sir"

"Do you understand why your late-night adventure was dangerous?" Professor Lupin questioned.

"I do... ouch—sir" Harry quickly answered.

"And will it happen again?" He prodded, emphasizing the question with three particularly hard smacks.

"No—sir!" Harry yelped.

With 5 hard smacks, Professor Lupin concluded the spanking and released his firm hold on Harry. He slowly moved to rub comforting circles into the boy's back as he let the boy cry over his lap.