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Adult +
Chapters:
10
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22
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Screw the Innocent
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No matter what they tell you I own nothing.
“‘Weird’ is a relative, not an absolute, term.” -Baron Frank N. Furter
After Potions, where Harry wasn’t surprised to get a detention with
Snape (You know for a guy who is mean and hates my guts, we sure do spend a lot
of time together. Who knows? In that greasy mind, a strange school-boy fantasy
could live. Okay . . . ewww!!), he had Charms and Herbology. While Potions had
made him question the unwritten rule saying that it was a bad idea to gut your
teacher, the rest of the day had made him perk up. He was able to turn Crabbe
and Malfoy into a three-foot-tall golden statue in his Charms class. There was
always an upside to everything.
Sitting opposite from Hermione and Ron during dinner, Harry made sure that his
thoughts stuck to clean images. “What did you get up to during the holidays?”
Ahh . . . now, there was a question that could only come from one source.
The answer that surged to the front of his mind was, Oh I don’t know . . .
hunting my bastard of an Uncle down with a rusty axe like the fucking dog he is.
Ron sat there waiting for Harry’s reply.
“Nothing happened. I did a lot of house work like usual and enjoyed catching up
on assignments.” Harry wasn’t surprised when Ron accepted this.
“You know, Harry, I was wondering just between us.” Ron lowered his voice. “Do
you reckon you could scream and faint during next Tuesday’s Potion class? It’s
just that I got Neville to put a bet down and I saw this great new Cannons team
shirt that’s for sale. If you do, then I’ll have enough money to buy it. Come
on, mate. Please?”
Hermione turned and looked at Ron, “Ron, you know you shouldn’t ask Harry to do
that for you. It is completely wrong and underhanded. I can’t believe those
Ravenclaws still have that betting pool going.”
Ron dropped his cutlery.
“You’re just sore because you placed that bet that Harry would get it off with
Cho and you lost money.” Hermione faced Harry and held out a hand.
“That is completely untrue, Harry. I would never gamble over your life.” Pulling
himself out from the table, Harry just shook his head. “If I tell you what I’m
going to do, I would have to split the money.” Leaving the dinning hall, Harry
went off to enjoy his first detention of the year.
Walking through Hogwarts, Harry was glad he didn’t have to clean the place. It
had more dust collectors then anywhere he had ever seen. Everyone had retired to
their respective common rooms and the school was quiet. There should really be a
central common room where everyone could gather. That would cut back on the
house rivalries. Yeah, right!
As Harry walked back from first detention (At least I don’t have to worry about
Filch giving me another detention. I have a reason to be out this late, for
once), he could hear something in the distance. A noise was echoing through the
hallway. It was a heavy thudding noise and he could hear voices. As he got
closer to McGonagall’s transfiguration classroom, the sounds got louder and
louder. Suddenly Harry heard a scream.
Let’s take a moment here. Now, there are three types of people. There are the
people who run to help the person screaming; there are the people who run away;
and then there are the people who run to look at what’s happening to the person
screaming, then instead of helping them, they point and take photos.
Guess which one Harry is?
Running down the corridor, Harry wondered why Filch hadn’t turned up to give the
people detentions. The pictures on the walls were all strangely not surprised.
In fact Harry thought he caught one portrait wearing earmuffs and a blindfold to
keep out the noise.
As he reached the door to McGonagall’s classroom, Harry swung to a stop grabbing
the door frame to stop himself from falling. The sounds were coming from inside.
In fact it sounded as if someone was beating another person. The heavy thumps of
flesh hitting flesh could be heard. The door into the Transfiguration classroom
was blocked with a locking spell but with a little work Harry was able to break
it. Easing the door open Harry rushed in.
A/N My Beta has suggested to split this chapter in half, I think it works very well Enjoy!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No matter what they tell you I own nothing.
“‘Weird’ is a relative, not an absolute, term.” -Baron Frank N. Furter
After Potions, where Harry wasn’t surprised to get a detention with
Snape (You know for a guy who is mean and hates my guts, we sure do spend a lot
of time together. Who knows? In that greasy mind, a strange school-boy fantasy
could live. Okay . . . ewww!!), he had Charms and Herbology. While Potions had
made him question the unwritten rule saying that it was a bad idea to gut your
teacher, the rest of the day had made him perk up. He was able to turn Crabbe
and Malfoy into a three-foot-tall golden statue in his Charms class. There was
always an upside to everything.
Sitting opposite from Hermione and Ron during dinner, Harry made sure that his
thoughts stuck to clean images. “What did you get up to during the holidays?”
Ahh . . . now, there was a question that could only come from one source.
The answer that surged to the front of his mind was, Oh I don’t know . . .
hunting my bastard of an Uncle down with a rusty axe like the fucking dog he is.
Ron sat there waiting for Harry’s reply.
“Nothing happened. I did a lot of house work like usual and enjoyed catching up
on assignments.” Harry wasn’t surprised when Ron accepted this.
“You know, Harry, I was wondering just between us.” Ron lowered his voice. “Do
you reckon you could scream and faint during next Tuesday’s Potion class? It’s
just that I got Neville to put a bet down and I saw this great new Cannons team
shirt that’s for sale. If you do, then I’ll have enough money to buy it. Come
on, mate. Please?”
Hermione turned and looked at Ron, “Ron, you know you shouldn’t ask Harry to do
that for you. It is completely wrong and underhanded. I can’t believe those
Ravenclaws still have that betting pool going.”
Ron dropped his cutlery.
“You’re just sore because you placed that bet that Harry would get it off with
Cho and you lost money.” Hermione faced Harry and held out a hand.
“That is completely untrue, Harry. I would never gamble over your life.” Pulling
himself out from the table, Harry just shook his head. “If I tell you what I’m
going to do, I would have to split the money.” Leaving the dinning hall, Harry
went off to enjoy his first detention of the year.
Walking through Hogwarts, Harry was glad he didn’t have to clean the place. It
had more dust collectors then anywhere he had ever seen. Everyone had retired to
their respective common rooms and the school was quiet. There should really be a
central common room where everyone could gather. That would cut back on the
house rivalries. Yeah, right!
As Harry walked back from first detention (At least I don’t have to worry about
Filch giving me another detention. I have a reason to be out this late, for
once), he could hear something in the distance. A noise was echoing through the
hallway. It was a heavy thudding noise and he could hear voices. As he got
closer to McGonagall’s transfiguration classroom, the sounds got louder and
louder. Suddenly Harry heard a scream.
Let’s take a moment here. Now, there are three types of people. There are the
people who run to help the person screaming; there are the people who run away;
and then there are the people who run to look at what’s happening to the person
screaming, then instead of helping them, they point and take photos.
Guess which one Harry is?
Running down the corridor, Harry wondered why Filch hadn’t turned up to give the
people detentions. The pictures on the walls were all strangely not surprised.
In fact Harry thought he caught one portrait wearing earmuffs and a blindfold to
keep out the noise.
As he reached the door to McGonagall’s classroom, Harry swung to a stop grabbing
the door frame to stop himself from falling. The sounds were coming from inside.
In fact it sounded as if someone was beating another person. The heavy thumps of
flesh hitting flesh could be heard. The door into the Transfiguration classroom
was blocked with a locking spell but with a little work Harry was able to break
it. Easing the door open Harry rushed in.
A/N My Beta has suggested to split this chapter in half, I think it works very well Enjoy!!!!