A new beginning

The truth comes out, sort of

Warning: Corporal punishment in the shape of smacking/spanking. If this is not something you are fine reading, please do not continue to do so. If you do keep reading, I hope you like the chapter and do not forget to let me know what you thought in the comments.

Enjoy!

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Snape had taken Harry to a room he had never seen before. His last detention had been spent in the classroom and he had already seen Snape's office, but this was different. If he had to guess, this was probably where Snape lived, and it was not like anything he had expected. True, he did not know the man that much, but he knew enough to know the man probably lived in something similar to a cave; people did call him the bat of the dungeons after all.

That was not the case at all though. The room was big. Right in front of him was what could only be explained as some type of parlour. It had two comfortable looking sofas. Across from the entrance was a beautiful fireplace that gave the whole room a soft orange glow as the firewood burned. From where he was standing, he could also see a couple of doors, heavy wooden doors, and they were closed.

Before he had any more time to take in the place before him, he was once again dragged by the arm, but this time he was deposited in front of the fire. The warmth made him shiver. He had not realized how cold he was until now. The man let go of his arm and walked back for all of three seconds before menacingly turning back around to face Harry.

"Why were you out of bed Potter?" He said threateningly.

Harry did not know what to say. Sure, he could attempt to explain that Malfoy had challenged him to a duel only to have him be chased by Filch; but this was Snape. The man would never believe him. Malfoy was a Slytherin.

He was surprised when he suddenly felt the neck of his pajama top tighten under Snape's hands. The man had gotten a hold of the soft fabric and was using it to force Harry to look straight at him.

"Why were you out of bed, Potter?" This time the question was enunciated more slowly, sending yet another shiver down Harry's spine.

"It is none of your business, Professor," said Harry with as much attitude as he could muster, deciding that there was no way he could explain the night's events to the man standing in front of him.

The hold on his shirt quickly loosened, leaving Harry a bit startled, but before he could register what was happening, he felt his arm imprisoned once again. This time, however, he was not dragged but spun around. Seconds later, he felt Snape's heavy hand make contact with his backside.

Harry sucked in air through his teeth as the sting assaulted him. His right foot moved forward after the impact and his hands instantly flew up in an attempt to loosen the man's hold, but his efforts were futile. Before he was even able to move a bit, Snape's hand made contact once again, and at once he was released without a word.

Harry swallowed thickly. A big lump keeping him from swallowing smoothly. His eyes began to prickle. He couldn't cry! His eyes immediately moved to the ground in an attempt to stop the burning sensation and the tears from falling, something that was proving to be extremely difficult the longer he stood there. What had just happened?

Snape took in a slightly startled breath. Part of him could not believe what he had done, and yet part of him also believed it was the right thing. It was true that the child was extremely disrespectful to him on more than one occasion, but he was Dumbledore's golden boy. No! Just as he had told the old man earlier, he would not let the child get away with any mischief when the rest of the faculty most obviously did.