The clock struck eleven and, Harry, Y/N and Hermione bade their goodbyes to Ron, preparing themselves for a night of detention with Filch.
By the time they reached the entrance hall, Malfoy and Neville had already been waiting with Filch.
"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 continued, 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."
Y/N scrunched her nose in confusion. Was Filch related to Voldemort, or something? She wouldn't be surprised.
"Right, off we go, and don’t think of running off, now, it’ll be worse for you if you do."
They marched off across the dark grounds. Neville kept sniffing.
Harry wondered what their punishment was going to be. It must be something really horrible, or Filch wouldn’t be sounding so delighted.
The moon was bright, but clouds scudding across it kept throwing them into darkness. Ahead, they could see the lighted windows of Hagrid’s hut.
Then they heard a distant shout, "Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I want ter get started."
Harry, along with Hermione and Y/N seemed relieved. If Hagrid was going to be there, then maybe it was alright.
Filch noticed this, "I suppose you think you’ll be enjoying yourself with that oaf? 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."
At this, Neville let out a distressed moan and Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks.
"The Forest?" he repeated, and he didn’t sound quite as cool as
usual, "We can’t go in there at night- there’s all sorts of things in
there- werewolves, I heard."
Y/N covered her mouth to hide her laughter. Both Harry and Hermione noticed, whilst Neville grabbed Harry's sleeve in fright.
"That’s your lookout, 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 towards 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, Hermione, Y/N?"
"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 towards the castle, his lamp bobbing away in the darkness.
"Someone hates his job."
Hagrid chuckled at Y/N's comment.
Malfoy turned to him, "I'm not going to the Forest."
"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."
"But this is servant stuff, it’s not for students to do. I thought we’d be writing lines or something. If my father knew I was doing
this, he’d-"
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Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone (Female Reader Insert)
FanfictionY/N Weasley had lived the first eight years of her life, thinking that she was special to not have the traditional red-hair like the rest of her family. She finally finds out on her eighth birthday that it wasn't even close to because, she was spec...
