Chapter 12
The fact that the fight had aggravated an old injury to Harry's ankle was almost a relief - it was healed in no time and they were on their way.
Of course, Harry didn't much look forward to the talk they were going to have to have with his Head of House.
It was rather quiet between them as they all headed away from the Hospital Wing.
Sans gave Harry a quick hair-ruffle before herding the other three kids away and leaving Harry to walk with Snape to the man's office.
"Tell me what happened," Snape said as soon as they were inside.
Harry looked at his hands - folded in his lap as he sat uncomfortably in front of Snape, who was leaning against his desk with a surprisingly patient look to his face. "Weasley approached me, words were exchanged, and he threw a punch. I fought back,"
It was quiet before Snape nodded. "That's what Dean Thomas told us, too. You'll serve two nights of detention with me for fighting, but otherwise you're in no trouble."
Harry looked up to meet black-brown eyes before looking away again.
"Go find your family, and for your sake, stay out of trouble,"
Harry nodded and disappeared from the room.
"Detention, huh? Could be worse. You could have to face Sans in his Judge mode," Chara offered as they wrapped Harry in a hug, seeming thankful that he was alright.
Harry hummed his agreement, though he definitely didn't look forward to having detention.