This didn't normally happen. Sure, Harry was famous for...well, many things really...but more than his past or his family, or even defeating Voldemort...which it hadn't even been just him to defeat the dark lord...more than all of that, he was famous for his detentions, and knack for attaining them by simply being. He...Harry Potter, hero of the Wizarding World...still got detention. Why?
...he didn't know...
He didn't know! There was absolutely, no reason. He closed his eyes and sighed, thinking back to just that morning.
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Flashback
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Harry walked down the corridor towards the mess hall, hungry after Quidditch Practice, and tired after having to wake up at six to go to Quidditch Practice. Passing by his Potions Professor, he glanced back and couldn't help but stare at him for a few moments before turning to continue on his way. This would have been fine, if he'd walked faster, he would have made it and there would have been nothing to think over later.
"Potter!"
Sadly, he hadn't moved faster, and Snape had called his name, so he'd turned around to face the potions professor, who still, he was trying to get over the being alive part of seeing him. "Y-yes sir?" He coughed, trying to cover up his slight stutter at the beginning. Not that he was scared...because he wasn't! He just, felt a bit unnerved. In his mind, Severus Snape could easily have been a Dark Lord and would have been a better one than Voldemort, if he wanted to. Which, of course, he knew Snape didn't...he loved too much...another thing Harry had to come to terms with. The man in front of him...he wasn't heartless, he had a heart, a big one, an immeasurably big heart. Filled with love for his mother, for potions, for his students...for Harry...Ron, and Hermione...for Hogwarts...he loved...he died for everything he loved. Or, at least...he would have, if he'd actually died...but he didn't, he was alive, by some unknown miracle.
"You have detention, tonight, ten o'clock, do not be late." Turning and walking away, the billowing of his work robes the only sound made known in the otherwise silent corridor.
Harry could only stare in his confusion and shock, for absolutely nothing, had taken place for him to have earned a detention...nothing...
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End-Flashback
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Harry sighed, opening his eyes, he looked forward and saw Snape grading the papers stacked in front of him, "sir?"
"Write."
That word...Harry stared at his professor...that word brought his to part two of his confused state of mind. Upon his arrival to his detention...he was sat down, and parchment, a quill, and some ink was made available on the desk in front of him. On the board were simple instructions to write every animal he could think of. He looked at the list he had so far after forty minutes of thinking up animals...the names had alphabetized themselves on their own. She would move on to the next line and the ones above would reorder themselves. "Sir!" He called out in annoyance.
"What is it Potter?"
"Why did I get detention? What did I do?"
The answer was one he simply did not expect.
"You didn't do anything, Potter...I merely have no time to sit down and write a list of every animal I can think of, hence why you are here...so write. I on the other hand, am forced to grade the essays of every student attending this blasted school..."
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