❝ detention and fights ! ❞

It was no surprise that Mrs Norris was hated by every single student in Hogwarts. If Regulas Black had a chance, he'd kick the cat to Mars. Of course, that was before Cleopatra almost scratch his hair away. He was terrified of them. If he had to choose just one thing to keep, it would either be his hair, or his Godfather Moony. He couldn't choose between them.

Mrs Norris caught him and Euphemia sneaking down to the kitchens. It had been a monthly ritual by now. He'd even bring food for Harry and Neville in napkins. One small, 'meow' and Filch just caught them.

Unfortunately, that meant detention by McGonagall. Another five points taken away from Gryffindor. Hallelujah! Euphemia and Regulas sat in the dungeons, cleaning Snape's potion flasks.

"I hope that cat burns in hell," Euphemia gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the toothbrush. "Filch would sure love to join her."

"I hate Severus," Regulas muttered, "more like Snivellus! Plays with his little chemistry set and asks us to clean up! Full of dogshit!"

"Filch is full of catshit," Euphemia continued, "if that even makes sense!"

They heard a whistle and groaned. Draco Malfoy. The worst possible eleven-year-old in Hogwarts. His sidekicks sniggered next to him.

"Well well well," Draco smirked, "look what we have here. A filthy little blood traitor and halfbreed Potter!"

"Well well well," Regulus mimicked, "what do we have here, a pureblood who doesn't know what a microwave is and two of his useless and only friends,"

Euphemia whispered. "That's not really an insult."

"Shush!"

Draco snorted, "what in Salzar's name is a 'macrovove'?"

Euphemia sniggered. "Y'know Malfoy I always wondered why you're such a pompous dumb git. It's because you don't even know how to heat food."

Draco flushed, "at least I'm not a halfbreed!"

Euphemia chuckled. "You're not even making any sense Malfoy. No wonder Harry hates you so much, you're just out to take a piss on everyone. You're all bark no bite."

Draco's smile faltered and his nose flared. "How's my blood traitor brother doing?" He spat, "cousin, do let him know that mother and father would want to deal with him later. How's daddy by the way?"

Regulus' face darkened. "How's Lucius? Last I heard his lus-cious  hair were burnt off." Regulas smiled slyly. "Wonder how that could have happened."

"My brother and you are a disappointment to purebloods."

"At least I'm not getting married to my cousin in eight years."

Euphemia glanced between them, not understanding a word. She did know, however, that Malfoy knew only two insults: blood traitor and half breed. She thought of keeping a jar to put sickles the amount of time he used the same insults.

Goyle's eyes locked with Euphemia. "I feel sorry for you both, doing servant work. You're used to it aren't you Potter." Goyle spat.

Euphemia leaned forward, "You know all about it don't you Goyle. A servant to the Malfoy's after all."

"Shut it!" Draco grimaced. "You filthy half- breed!"

One sickle.

Regulas rolled her sleeves and started moving forward towards the Slytherins only to be stopped by Euphemia. "Stop it Regulas!" Euphemia cried, "They're not worth it!"

"Oooooo" Draco and his goons cackled. "What are you going to do Black? Jinx me with a wand? Where is it, your wand?"

"Bugger off Draco!"

"Don't talk to him like that!" Crabbe snapped, "You filthy blood-traitor!"

Two sickles.

In a blink of an eye, Euphemia leapt forward and punched Crabbe in the stomach.

Trying to get a hold of her, Goyle held her arms, only to be kicked by in the knuts. Crying out loud, he held his junk, while Euphemia punched Crabbe's nose. Regulus smirked and punch Draco in his ferret face.

"You're crazy!" Goyle cried out loud.

The door flew open, and there stood Professor McGonagall, shocked. "Merlin's beard!" McGonagall gasped, "What happened here!"

"It was them, Professor!" Regulas pointed at the Slytherins. "They started it!"

"No we didn't!" said Crabbe, preventing his nose from bleeding. "She punched me first!"

"That's complete and utter rubbish!"

"You kicked me in the knuts!" yelled Goyle.

"You called Regulas a blood traitor!" Euphemia argued back.

"Enough! 10 Points from Slytherin. Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe, you will be serving a week of detention with Professor Flitwick."

She turned towards the two Gryffindors, who looked down, guilty. "Potter and Black, one-week detention with me. Seven points from Gryffindor!"

"Seven! Ten points were reduced from Sly—"

"Goyle there are three of you and two of them. Now, the three of you go to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey will take care of you"

"Where do you think you two are going!?" Professor McGonagall called out Euphemia and Regulas, who tried running away from her. With a sigh, she looked at the two Gryffindors.

"Why is it always a Potter and a Black causing trouble," she said folding her arms.

"Professor! It was their fault!" Euphemia murmured.

"I'll be writing to your guardian today Potter." Euphemia looked down, rubbing her clammy hands.

Turning to Regulas she stated, "Mr Black, take this as a warning. I suggest you go back to your dormitories. Both of you!"

Grumbling, they went out of the classroom and back to the common room, only to find most of the Gryffindor's staring at them.

"Hey guys," Regulas tried lightening the mood, "How you doin'?"

"Is it true then?" Harry asked, "did you really kick Draco's arse?"

Gulping Euphemia looked towards him, "Er— yes. Before you say anything Harry, the—"

"Awesome!" The twins grinned.

"What do you mean 'awesome'?" Amara argued, "you both could have been in serious trouble!"

"But we weren't!" Regulas argued.

"You could have! For Merlin's sake Black!"

"Kapur they're fine. Not a single scratch on them! Those gits must have deserved it, didn't they Potter?"

Nodding her head, Euphemia said, "He called Black a blood traitor! Whatever that means!"

"Oh Regulas," Edward hugged Regulas.

Hugging back, he sighed dramatically and murmured, "You give the best hugs."

"I know."

Edward ruffled his head and pulled out of the hug, leaving them to themselves.

Regulus had spread his hands and legs on the couch like a star, whereas Harry rested his head next to him. Sam and Leo sat in the corner, finishing their homework, whereas Ronald had challenged Euphemia to a game of chess.

Leo rummaged through his parchments, trying to roll it carefully. "Did you understand what Professor Binns taught us in the last class?"

Sam shook his head. "I doubt anyone ever listened to him. I know Granger did though, she knows everything."

"You mean the mudblood?"

Sam gasped. "Don't say that word!"

Leo looked at him confused. "Why not?"

"It's not a good word," Sam hissed, "just don't say it to any muggleborn, okay?"

Leo nodded, "I'm sorry, I-I didn't know."

Sam furrowed his eyes, "how come you didn't know? It's one of the worst things to say to someone."

Leo looked at him, guilty, "I'm sorry."

Sam looked away and continued doing his homework. Leo paused for a moment, not knowing what was he doing wrong. He glanced at Regulas who was chatting with Potter. Malfoy knew that he needed to talk to him. 1991 sadly might not be his year.

* * *

It was Thursday morning as Euphemia ate her breakfast, listening to Harry complaining about Draco Malfoy. One would think they're lovers.

Harry smacked Euphemia's head as she chuckled. Sighing, he continued speaking about how he was going to fail in flying.

"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."

"You'll be fine!" said Euphemia. "All you have to do is get on a broom. How hard could it possibly be?"

"How. . . how hard could it possibly be!" Harry raised his voice, "maybe I could fall off the broom and embarrass myself! Maybe I could die falling 1000 feet off the ground! I may be a wizard but I'm still human! Oh, the Dursleys would love it if I were dead."

Groaning, Euphemia stuffed Harry's mouth with bread, "Stop being dramatic! Draco Malfoy is all talk no bite! Also, you don't know if you'll make a fool of yourself."

"Gee thanks,"

"If you make a fool of yourself, I'll be with you, alright. We'll be fools together!"

All of a sudden a barn owl came towards their table and flew towards Neville. The owl held a small package for him. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall," he explained. "Gran knows I forget things— this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red— oh. . . " His face fell because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, " .  .  .you've forgotten something.  .  . "

Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

Harry and Euphemia jumped off their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."

Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.

"Just looking,"

* * * 

After finishing their Charms class, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students stood in the middle of the grounds, their chests puffed out and in two lines. Madam Hooch made eye contact with every student as she passed by.

"Good afternoon class"

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch."

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'UP!'

"UP!" Everyone shouted.

It took Euphemia a while to get a hold of her broom. After a while, Madam Hooch explained to them how to mount a broom.

"Now, once you've got a hold of your broom, mount it. Keep your grip firm or you'll be sliding off the broom in no time. When I blow my whistle, I want all to kick off the ground, hard. Keeping your brooms steady, rise a few feet, then come straight back down by slightly leaning forward. Clear? Now, on my whistle three— two— "

Before anyone could comprehend, Neville pushed his broom hard and went off the ground. His broom went levitating higher and higher. The broom flew across the grounds, as Neville closed his eyes and held his broom tightly. As it passed the statue, Neville lost his grip and landed on the ground.

Madam Hooch ran towards him and helped him get on his feet, "Broken wrist. Come on boy— "

She turned to the rest of the class. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."

Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.

No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter. "Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins joined in.

"That's enough Draco!" Leo glared. Draco mimicked him, "That's enough Draco!"

"Shut you Malfoy!" Sam growled. "Which one?" Draco smirked.

"Look!" said Draco, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Malfoy smiled nastily. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find— how about up a tree?"

"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move— you'll get us all into trouble."

"Sod off Granger," Ron rolled his eyes.

Euphemia gave Harry a disapproving look. Don't do it. It's not worth it.

Harry shook his head and mounted the broom, soaring high in the sky. Euphemia clenched her jaw and furrowed her brows. Her brother was mad!

He pulled his broomstick up a little to make it even higher as Euphemia clapped her hands on her mouth. He grasped the broom and shot towards Malfoy. She watched as he leaned forward and stretched out his hand, catching the ball— a foot from the ground.

Euphemia shook her head, yet a small grin tugged onto her lips. She ran towards the raven head, slapping his head. "You bloody idiot! You could have died!"

Harry couldn't stop grinning, until of course, Professor McGonagall shouted his name in shock.

McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "how dare you— might have broken your neck—"

"It wasn't his fault, Professor—"

"Be quiet, Ms Potter—"

"But Malfoy—"

"That's enough, Ms Potter. Potter, follow me, now."

As Harry walked numbly behind Professor McGonagall, Euphemia cupped her hands and yelled. "Please don't expel him!"

Ignoring the Potter Girl, McGonagall went away with her brother.

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leo deserves the world. you'll be saying him more in poa. he's a tough nut to crack.

also, mia owns my heart. she's a smol bean who needs to be wrapped in a bubble and be protected at all costs.

on another note, just wanted to let y'all know that my mocks have started. i am so sorry if the updates are slow and inconsistent. i need to pass school guys.

anyways, i do hope you like this chapter. your comments and votes are always appreciated.
just because i don't reply much, does not mean i don't see you guys. i'll try to reply whenever i get time. i love y'all so much <33

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