DURSLEY ― harry potter

‣︎︎ CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
DETENTION

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NOT FOR THE FIRST TIME, DAISY REMARKED HOW MUCH SHE HATED GRYFFINDORS.

Reckless, emotional, stupid, Gryffindors. They held no respect for the rules and threw caution to the wind, no matter the circumstance. She hated it.

Daisy's arms were crossed and a look of annoyance remained on her features as they awaited their fate in the entrance hall. She stood next to Malfoy, though pushed him away from her the second his arm brushed against hers accidentally. She didn't need him annoying her as well. She hated everyone there. Harry, Hermione, Draco, even Neville. Though, the ladder less so. At least Neville got wrapped up in the situation like her.

"Follow me," said Filch, holding an oil-lamp and leading them outside. "I bet you'll think twice about breaking a school rule again, won't you, eh?" He added, 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."

Daisy's face drew together in disgust and confusion at his words and she exchanged a horrified look with Draco. Chains? Hanging by their wrists? Why was he allowed to be around children? She'd never felt more uncomfortable in her life.

They followed Filch through the dark grounds and Daisy looked back at the castle for a fleeing moment, wishing she'd never tried to help Harry. She wished she was in her bed, comfortable and asleep, unbothered by the events of this evening. She wished Draco could suffer detention with the insufferable Gryffindors by himself.

The moon peaked out from behind dark clouds, glistening across the grounds in beams of light. The cool spring air nipped at her nose, sending a chill through her thin sweater. She hugged her arms tightly to her chest, wishing she'd brought a jacket too.

A small light casted a long shadow from Hagrid's hut as they approached and Daisy felt loads better knowing she'd be with Hagrid, not Filch, for the duration of their detention.

"Is that you, Filch?" Hagrid's voice shouted. "Hurry up, I want ter get started."

Relief flooded Daisy. Surely, with Hagrid they wouldn't have anything too terrible. Hagrid adored Harry, and liked Daisy well enough.

"I suppose you think you'll be enjoying yourself with that oaf?" Filch remarked, sneering at Harry's relieved expression. He must've thought the same thing. "Well, think again, boy — it's into the forest you're going and I'm much mistaken if you'll all come out in one piece."

Neville let out a little moan and Draco stopped in his tracks. Daisy's eyes widened and she felt a chill run down her spine -- and it wasn't the wind. Surely, he wasn't serious. Even with Hagrid, the forest was off-limits and terrifying. They couldn't be expected to venture into it's ominous woods as first years, right?

"The forest?" Draco repeated, fear flickering in his eyes against the light from Hagrid's Hut. She didn't blame him. "We can't go in there at night — there's all sorts of things in there — werewolves, I heard."

Daisy whimpered quietly, eyebrows furrowing together. Werewolves? She'd read about them in the library late one evening during Christmas Holiday. They terrified her. She couldn't possibly face a werewolf, how could any of them?