The Last Horcrux/Investigate Pensieve/Memories of Sofia/Being Spanked by your Housemaster
WORK IN PROGRESS, NOT FINISHED YET
“First year girls are not allowed to wander the school grounds at night! No students are!” Your housemaster snaps at you both. You have never seen him so angry.
“We’re sorry Professor Slughorn,” you apologise between sobs, “we promise we won’t do it again…”
“That is what you said last time Miss Zambini,” Professor Slughorn snaps back at you, “and as for you Miss Black, you should know better, and set a good example for your friend, not lead her astray. It is unbecoming behaviour for young pureblood witches like yourselves.”
“We really are sorry,” Bellatrix Black replies, managing to keep her emotions under control better than you can, “We really mean it this time, we won’t go out wandering at night, please don’t expel us!”
Horace Slughorn’s eyebrows raise in surprise at Bella’s last statement.
“Expel you? Oh come on, no one’s talking about expelling you. Not at this stage at least. Although if you don continue down this line, it’s not out of the question that the Headmaster might reconsider…”
“We really won’t do it again!” You plead with him.
“Yes, we’ll your House is quite angry with you, costing them so many points in punishments. You really don’t seem to care about letting the side down do you? No, your punishment must be more severe than a few House points.”
The Professor stands and starts to pace his office. Whenever he does this, a lecture is forthcoming. You breathe a sigh of relief that he is not going to have you expelled from Hogwarts, but fear whatever the more severe punishment may be.
“Back in my day, if a young witch, or wizard, stepped out of line too often, we had a certain way of dealing with them…”
You watch as he silently intones a spell under his breath, and his wand starts to grow until it is over three feet long. Whatever magic he has just used has transformed his wand into a long and swishy cane, that he is now brandishing.
“Six of the best, my Housemaster used to call it,” Slughorn continues, “Do you know how painful a cane is on your bare bottom girls? No? No, I don’t suppose you do, do you?”
Your housemaster then brings his cane crashing down onto a pile of books atop his desk, making both of you jump.
“Excruciating pain,” Professor Slughorn continues, “thick red welts, that slowly turn purple before your bottom heals up. So painful you can’t sit down properly for a week.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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