Harry Potter and The Minister's Daughter-TPS

☆The Eventful Detention☆

☆Harry's POV☆

The following morning, notes were delivered to Harry, Hermione, Julie, and Neville at the breakfast table. They were all the same:

Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight. Meet Mr. Filch in the entrance hall. Professor McGonagall

Harry had forgotten they still had detentions to do after the events that followed losing all those points. He half expected Hermione to complain that this was a whole night of studying lost, but she didn't say a word. Like Harry, she and Julie felt they deserved what they'd got. At eleven o'clock that night, they said goodbye to Ron in the common room and went down to the entrance hall with Neville. Filch was already there -- and so was Malfoy. Harry had also forgotten that Malfoy had gotten a detention, too.

"Follow me," said Filch, lighting a lamp and leading them outside. "I bet you'll think twice about breaking a school rule again, won't you, eh?" he said, leering at them. "Oh yes... hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me... It's just a pity they let the old punishments die out... hang you by your wrists from the ceiling for a few days, I've got the chains still in my office, keep 'em well-oiled in case they're ever needed... Right, off we go, and don't think of running off, now, it'll be worse for you if you do."

☆Juliette's POV☆

They marched off across the dark grounds. Neville kept sniffing and I just held his hand trying to comfort him. I couldn't help but wonder what our punishment would be; I remember Finn talking about all the horrible punishments you could get but that could just be a story. The moon was bright, but clouds scudding across it kept throwing them into darkness. I then realized where we were walking, Hagrid's Hut the place that caused this in the first place. Then they heard a distant shout.

"Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I want ter get started." I couldn't help but be relieved; if they were going to be working with Hagrid it wouldn't be so bad. The others must have been just as relieved because Filch said,

"I suppose you think you'll be enjoying yourself with that oaf? Well, think again -- it's into the forest you're going and I'm much mistaken if you'll all come out in one piece." At this, Neville let out a little groan, and Draco stopped dead in his tracks.

"The forest?" he repeated with a hint of worry in his voice that I don't hear often, "We can't go in there at night -- there are all sorts of things in there-- werewolves, I heard." Neville tightened his hold on my hand while whimpering quietly.

"That's your problem, isn't it?" said Filch, his voice cracking with glee. "Should've thought of them werewolves before you got in trouble, shouldn't you?" Hagrid came striding toward them out of the dark, Fang at his heel. He was carrying his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder.

"Abou' time," he said. "I bin waitin' fer half an hour already. All right, Harry, Julie, Hermione?"

"I shouldn't be too friendly to them, Hagrid," said Filch coldly, they're here to be punished, after all."

"That's why yer late, is it?" said Hagrid, frowning at Filch. "Bin lecturin' them, eh? 'Snot your place ter do that. Yeh've done yer bit, I'll take over from here."

"I'll be back at dawn," said Filch, "for what's left of them," he added nastily, and he turned and started back toward the castle, his lamp bobbing away in the darkness. Draco now turned to Hagrid.

"I'm not going in that forest, he said, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeh are if yeh want ter stay at Hogwarts," said Hagrid fiercely. "Yeh've done wrong an' now yeh've got ter pay fer it."