Starting Spark

Detention

Clarissa's P.O.V

        "Good night Ron." me and Hermione said in unison as we left to serve our detention.

        When we got there, we immediately saw Harry and Neville. Which was not a surprise. But what surprises me is that Draco was there too. I mean he's in Slytherin house after all, right? Who knows what type of potion Snape could've brewed to get him out of detention?

        But nope, here we have the four 'silly' first years and the famous Harry Potter. Oh and don't forget Mr Filch as well.

        "Follow me, I bet you'll think twice before breaking a school rule again, won't you, eh? 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." He sneered at us.

        "I don't have a good feeling about this." I whispered to myself, clutching my stomach.

        "Neither do I." Harry answered, with a sympathetic look.

        I guess you can say we've got back together as friends again in the past couple hours. I found a way to apologise to him without having him taking it the wrong way around. And he forgave me, I forgave him. We forgave each other and now we're back to being friends again. 

        Filch stopped in front of Hagrid's hut. I thought for a moment, maybe Filch was just asking for some oil lamp or something. But when Hagrid came out with Fang, a wooden stick, and two oil lamps, I knew immediately that we were serving detentions with Hagrid.

        The relieved expression on Harry, Hermione and my face must've shown because Filch said, "I suppose you think you'll be enjoying yourself with that oaf? Well, think again boy – it's in the Forest you're going and I'm much mistaken if you'll all come out in one piece"

        "The Forest?" Draco repeated in a manner of nervousness. "We can't go in there at night – there's all sorts of things in there – werewolves, I heard."

        Right then, Neville clutched the sleeves of mine and Harry's robe and made a choking sound as if he was about to faint or something.

        "That's your lookout, isn't it? Should've thought of them werewolves before you got in trouble, shouldn't you?" Mr Filch's voice was booming with happiness.

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Draco's P.O.V (just because I miss it)

        "Abou' time, I bin waitin' fer half an hour already. All right, Harry, Hermione, Clarissa?" The oaf Hagrid spoke. 

        My heart was thumping and my hand was sweating. 

        This absolutely made no sense. Professor Dumbledore said it himself that we weren't allowed to go into the Forbidden Forest, especially not at night. And now we have the permission from Professor Dumbledore to serve our detention with this oaf in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. How does this make any sense at all. My father was obviously right, Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to Hogwarts. 

        "i shouldn't be too friendly to them, Hadrid. They're here to be punished." Filch said.

        I swear I could never have limits in my hate for this man. How did he end up being our care taker anyways? Anyone could see that he was a terrible man. A bastard even. As my father have said. No squibs should be allowed to be mixed along with Wizards. And for all I know, Filch is a squib and he shouldn't be at Hogwarts.