So...this took a lot longer than I said it was going to. In my defense, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." But I'm back now! And this is a fairly long chapter for you guys. I know that quite a few of you were looking forward to the detentions, so here you are.

One thing to note: I changed the time of the detention from 6 PM to 7 PM. That way they could all eat dinner first.

Check the end notes for more info.

Disclaimer: I have no ownership of the Harry Potter universe.

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Chapter 6: The Detention

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Harry was exhausted by the time his second year Gryffindors and Slytherins left the classroom. He'd quickly decided that from then on, all students would pair up with someone from a different house...at least those in third year and below. He knew from experience that by fourth year, students tended to move on from verbal taunts. Not only did they have the knowledge and ability to throw nasty hexes around, they had the confidence to do it. The memory of Hermione's teeth growing uncontrollably was hard to forget.

Still, he hoped to make even the upper years interact more with each other, but that would be for another day.

Making his way to the Great Hall, Harry thought about his earlier classes and the promise he'd made if the first years couldn't get along. He knew what he wanted to do to make the students bond, he just didn't know how to do it.

Harry spotted Ron and Hermione waiting in their usual seats and started towards them, but a glance at the head table made Harry stop and smile as he realized that he only needed to talk to Professor Flitwick to find a solution to his problem.

"I'll be right back," Harry said lowly to his friends as he passed them by and walked briskly up to the Charms Professor eating his lunch. "Professor Flitwick, may I ask you something?"

Flitwick smiled brightly at him. "Of course, Professor Potter," he replied with a good-hearted chuckle.

Harry smiled back and leaned over the table so he could ask his whispered question. Flitwick looked back at him with a sparkle in his eyes.

"I know just the spell. Spells, really," Flitwick told him. "They're used in Auror training actually. Very helpful. I'll send you a book with the pages marked after lunch. Come to me if you have any problems with it. Yes?"

"Yes sir," Harry answered with a grateful nod. "Thank you."

"Not a problem," Flitwick squeaked. "Always happy to help. If I might say, it seems you're doing a fantastic job teaching the students to defend themselves."

"Thank you, professor. Excuse me." With that, Harry went back to his seat with a new bounce in his step.

Hermione looked at him strangely as he sat down next to her. "What was that about?"

Harry smirked. "Oh, nothing really."

Hermione frowned at him, but thankfully let it go. Harry was too focused on scarfing down his food to answer any questions. While the rest of his year had had their last morning class end at 11:30, his had just ended at 12:30, so only had thirty minutes between teaching DADA and his Care of Magical Creatures class to eat.

With Umbridge gone, Hagrid had regained some of his former confidence and excitement and gave an interesting lesson on mokes, which were silvery green lizards that could shrink at will and whose body parts had various uses in many potions.

As that was his last class for the day as a student, Harry gladly took a shower and a long four hour nap afterward in the dormitory. He once again asked Dobby for a snack after he woke up, then used his time-turner to teach two more afternoon defense classes. The book Professor Flitwick promised him was delivered with the spell marked. It took Harry only a couple tries to get each spell to work, so he knew the first years would have no problem with it. He stayed in his office completing his own homework afterward, and then hurried down to the Great Hall for a quick dinner.

Harry saw Malfoy and Parkinson at the Slytherin table with their heads close together talking before he left to return to his office to wait for them. At seven on the dot, a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," he called out. The door opened and Draco Malfoy entered stiffly with his chin firmly up. Pansy Parkinson was just a step behind him, glaring at Harry.

Harry gave them a brief once over and frowned. "I see you ignored me when I told you to wear something comfortable." The two were still in their Hogwarts uniforms; white dress shirts on top, trousers and skirt below their plain black robes. Pansy was even wearing black stiletto heels.

Harry just smiled serenely. He was prepared for this. "That's alright, though. I have some clothes and shoes for you to change into." He pulled out his bottom left drawer and took out two medium sized boxes. He got up and handed one to each of them. "They're magically charmed to fit whoever wears them. You can hand them back after your detention. Tomorrow, you can choose to wear your own clothes, but if they're not acceptable, you'll have to wear these again."

Malfoy had taken the lid off immediately and looked up again with a glare. "I am not wearing this," he declared, gesturing to the folded long-sleeved t-shirt on top. A pair of trainers could be seen underneath, as well as a pair of plain black cotton sweatpants.

Harry looked at him blandly. "You will because you cannot serve your detention in your current outfit, and I don't have time for you to go all the way back to your dorms to change. Nor do I even know if you have something acceptable to wear for the detention I planned. Be grateful today is Tuesday. On Monday, the clothes sport the Gryffindor colors and mascot," he informed, guessing that it was the Hufflepuff colors and crest that Malfoy took offense to. "Wednesdays it's Ravenclaw. Thursdays it's Slytherin. Fridays are just plain black with the Hogwarts crest. Weekends you get to choose."

When Harry had explained his detention idea to McGonagall, she'd enthusiastically approved his purchasing "gym clothes" for students to wear and helped him with the charms to make the clothes fit anyone who wore them. Initially, Harry had wanted to make them simply favor Gryffindor house, but had decided to make it fair and vary whatever house the clothes supported depending on the day of the week.

"Now," Harry spoke calmly, "you are not getting through your detention standing here. I am not going to argue with you. It's simple. Either go to the bathrooms down the hall and change, or go back to your dorms, lose over a hundred house points collectively, and I will inform Mr. Filch that you will be serving your detentions with him. That'll be two for you, Parkinson, and two weeks worth for you, Malfoy."

Malfoy set his jaw and met Harry's stare for a few moments. Without saying a word, he grabbed Pansy's arm and towed her out of the room, clothes boxes in hand. Harry leaned out the doorway and saw they were headed to the bathrooms.

"I expect you back here in five minutes!" he called after them.

Harry went to his desk and started packing up his class assignments. He needed to be as caught up as possible tonight as tomorrow he would start receiving defense assignments he'd have to grade in addition to completing his own work. He also grabbed a thick folder from his desk drawer. Inside were various notes he'd copied from library books and ledgers over the weekend. It had been tedious work and he'd had to force himself to not simply give up and mess around like he'd gotten so used to doing outside of classes, but in the end he thought it just might be worth all the effort.

Hearing his door open, Harry looked up to see the two Slytherins had returned. He fought down a smile at the sight of them sporting Hufflepuff colors, the house they looked down on arguably more than Gryffindor, as while they hated the house of red and gold, they still saw them as a rival, and therefore an equal. Hufflepuff, on the other hand, was seen as the house for those who weren't smart or cunning or brave enough to go anywhere else. It was a misconception, but the sentiment was made clear in the sneers both Malfoy and Parkinson wore.

Harry was going to have a lot of fun with this detention.

"Right," he cleared his throat. "Grab your things and follow me."

He gestured for them to exit and made sure his office was securely locked behind him. He led them through the halls and out of the castle. The brisk March* air immediately made the students shiver, especially the slytherins who didn't even have coats on.

"You can't seriously make us wear these clothes outside at this time of year. We'll freeze," Malfoy complained.

Harry looked back at him unimpressed as he started walking down the hilly grounds towards the quidditch pitch.

"Are you a wizard or not, Malfoy? That's what warming charms are for." So saying, Harry took out his own wand and cast one on himself.

Scowling, Malfoy and Parkinson copied his actions.

Eventually they reached the pitch and walked inside. The once emerald green grass was a dull and brittle brown that cracked and snapped under their feet.

"Alright," Harry said as he came to a stop. "Dobby," he called, ignoring the students. When the house elf appeared, Harry asked him if he could retrieve a desk and chair for him. It only took a moment for Dobby to pop away and return with the items before popping away again.

After Harry set his bag on the desk, he took out his wand and muttered the lumos charm followed by the banishing charm to throw the ball of light to the other side of the pitch. He did this five more times so that the area was sufficiently illuminated, as it would soon be dark.

He finally turned to the slytherins. "Right. This quidditch pitch is approximately 500 meters* all the way around. The detention is simple. I'm going to ask each of you a question. If you get it right, we move on to the next question. If you get it wrong, you run a lap. The detention ends when you answer ten questions correctly."

Harry smiled serenely while the two Slytherins gazed at him with narrowed eyes. He didn't say what would happen if they couldn't answer ten questions - mostly because he could keep them running out there for hours. Surely they could answer ten questions in that time?

He clapped his hands together excitedly. "Let's get started." Harry sat behind the desk and opened his folder to the sheet with questions on it. Malfoy and Parkinson shuffled to the front of the desk.

"Please write your answers separately. And just so you know, all of the answers to these questions can be found in the library with minimal searching," Harry said as he pushed two sheets of parchment with quills forward on the desk. "Question one," Harry looked up at them. "About how many people currently live in Britain?"

Both students blinked.

Blankly, Malfoy voiced his confusion. "What?"

Harry remained stoic as he repeated, "About how many people currently live in Britain? In the United Kingdom, if that's a bit clearer. The total muggle and magical combined human population."

There was silence for a moment as Harry could practically see the cogs turning in their heads and failing to come up with the answer. After a sharing a glance that dared the other to answer first, they both scribbled down a number and handed back the parchment. Harry read them and both brows disappeared under his unruly mop of hair.

Harry stared at them both. "You both say ten million. Are you sure?"

Malfoy nodded decidedly and Pansy sniffed. "Yes."

"Well, you're both wrong. According to public record, the latest census puts the population right around fifty-eight million people." Harry let that sink in for a moment. "Take a lap."

Draco Malfoy set his jaw as he turned around and started running, Pansy following. They kept the same pace all the way around, and Harry smirked at the thought of what they might be saying to each other about him.

Harry pulled out his Transfiguration homework and wrote down a few more sentences before the pair stopped in front of him, breathing only slightly heavier than normal.

"Question two," Harry jumped in immediately. "Of the fifty-eight million people that live in the UK, about how many are magical?"

Both grabbed up their quills and wrote out their answers with triumphant smirks.

Harry nodded at their answers. "Thirty-one thousand. Correct." He wrote down their names on a separate sheet and put a tally under both. "Question three: Knowing that there are fifty-eight million people in Britain, of whom only thirty-one thousand are magical, what percentage of the total population is magical?"

Malfoy grabbed his quill and parchment as quickly as last time, but Pansy was slower to do so.

Instead of giving Harry the parchment though, Malfoy looked at it with a slight frown on his face. His eyes scanned his calculations, lips moving in silence as he worked through the math. A perplexed look of realization hit his face as he handed back the parchment.

Harry nodded at his answer and looked to Pansy. She huffed and wrote down a number.

Harry glanced at it and blinked in surprise. Both had written down 0.00053%.

"Were you just guessing? Or did you actually know the answer?" he asked her curiously.

Pansy sneered. "My father's a businessman. He made sure I know my numbers well enough to do them in my head."

Harry was reluctantly impressed. Maybe she actually had a brain after all. "Well, you both got the right answer. Witches and wizards make up only zero point zero...zero...zero...five three percent of the population."

Harry looked at them both with raised eyebrows and added another tally under their names without looking away from them. "Question four: Knowing that percentage, how many muggles are there to every one magical?"

They both took the parchment papers back for a moment before giving their answers. Again, Malfoy looked surprised at the calculation he came to.

Harry nodded at both their answers. "Correct again. There are 1,886.8 muggles to every witch or wizard. Question five: Roughly how many people are alive on this planet?"

The Slytherins again glanced at each other, and it was clear that neither of them knew the answer. Harry drummed his fingers on the desktop for few moments. "If neither of you give me an answer in the next ten seconds, I'm going to assume you don't know and you'll have to take a lap."

They took up their quills at that and wrote down their best guess, neither of which was right, falling far short of the earth's actual human population.

"There are currently about 5.7 billion people in the world," Harry lectured. "Even if we bump up the percentage of magicals to muggles to 0.0006%, that still means there are only 3.42 million witches and wizards compared to over 5 billion muggles. I'm telling you this because I want to make something very clear," Harry explained. "They outnumber us...by a lot. And it would be impossible for any witch or wizard to kill them all. If muggles found out about the magical world in a way where they thought we were all violent killers, they would fight back. More importantly, they would win. They would overpower us by sheer numbers alone even if they didn't have weapons that not even magic could fight against. And believe me," Harry said seriously. "They have some very impressive weapons. They don't have magic to rely on, so they have had to be creative. Over the last century especially, muggles have used their ingenuity to create things magicals would have never even thought of. We live in their world. We are the ones who have to adapt to them. Because if we don't, we'll be left behind. We're already behind. You don't believe me?" he asked in response to Malfoy and Parkinson's scoffs and eyerolls. Harry smirked. "Let us test that, shall we. Question six: Who invented the wireless radio?"

Pansy grabbed the parchment with a smirk and jotted down her answer before practically throwing it at Harry. He simply glanced at it and smiled at her. Draco simply shook his head as he admitted, "I don't know."

Harry smiled widely at Pansy. "You said Fredrico Bianchi. He invented the Wizarding wireless radio in 1944. However, he adapted it from the muggle wireless radio, which had been in common use since the 1920's." The smirk was quickly wiped off Pansy's face. Harry further explained, "The two inventors given credit for inventing the radio are Guglielmo Marconi and Nikola Tesla, though there's some contention about who actually did it first and who deserves credit for it. Both of them were muggles. Without them, we wouldn't have the Wizarding Wireless, something that our society today relies upon heavily for news and entertainment. Now I believe you both owe me two laps for your two incorrect answers."

Frowning at the clear dismissal, Draco and Pansy both left to jog around the quidditch pitch. On their way past Harry for their second lap, he saw they were breathing much heavier than before. Pansy especially was trailing behind Draco, stumbling along.

Harry pursed his lips in thought. He used to be a fairly decent runner. Being chased by Dudley and his gang had made him fast and agile, able to dodge any obstacle that he could then use to his advantage. Since Hogwarts didn't have any sort of exercise class, the only physical work out he'd gotten was from quidditch, and even that didn't help him much. Considering he always ended up fighting for his life every year, perhaps he should start running laps around the pitch himself, he thought. Perhaps he could do it in the morning? If he slept in until everyone left for class and then used the time turner to go back to before everyone was awake, he could get in a morning workout without losing more sleep so he wasn't constantly tired. The best part was that he wouldn't even have to worry about running into himself and screwing up time as long as he put silencing charms around his bed. That way his sleeping self would be safely ensconced behind his bed curtains while his awake self could move around his dorm to get ready for the day.

The uncoordinated stop of the two Slytherins breathing out puffs of condensation broke Harry out of his thoughts. He smiled at them as he glanced at his watch. They'd already been out there for about half an hour and out of the six questions they'd been asked, they'd both gotten three right and three wrong.

"You took your time on that last lap," Harry said. "You realize that I can and will keep you out here until midnight? I told you before. This detention doesn't end until you answer ten questions, so if you get one wrong, you better run that lap fast if you want to get it over with."

Neither student said anything as they scowled heavily, knowing he was right.

"Next question. Who, if anyone, has authority over the entire Ministry of Magic, including the Minister of Magic?"

Pansy didn't even bother writing down her answer. She just blurted out, "No one."

Malfoy slowly shook his head. "Actually, the British royal family has authority over the Ministry. My father told me that Queen Elizabeth I was the first monarch to have peaceful talks with the magical community. Apparently she was quite involved and worked until her death to separate and hide the magical world. It was she who helped put England and the rest of the British Isles into a position where the magical community could easily adhere to the Statute of Secrecy, which wasn't put into effect until nearly a hundred years after her death. Because of her early work, the ministry has always upheld the King and Queen of England as the premier authority, especially as several squibs married into the royal family back then and every so often, a witch or wizard will pop up in one of the branches of the family," Malfoy informed.

As he recounted his knowledge, his face smoothed and his voice took on an excited tone. "The last one of any note was Princess Victoria*, daughter of King Edward VII. She was brilliant at Herbology and discovered several magical plant species, their uses, and ways to better grow them. More importantly, she bridged together the muggle and magical ministries in a way that had never been done before. Because she was a witch and daughter to the king and queen, she had a large presence in the politics of both worlds. She was a close adviser to her parents, kept them informed of the events in the magical world, and was able to convince them to give us jurisdiction in conflicts that affected the muggle world. In the same way, she also submitted many laws and policies to the ministry that would be the equivalent to muggle laws. In fact, she was so involved that she nearly became the first female Minister of Magic without even running for office! People just wanted her as Minister, that's how popular she was!" Malfoy said with a smile. "She never wanted to be the leader though. She preferred to advise and support instead of being in the spotlight."

Harry blinked at him. "Huh. I didn't know all that. Did she attend Hogwarts?"

Malfoy nodded. A slight frown overtook his features for a second but then smoothed out. "She was a Hufflepuff." He glanced down at the badger on his shirt. "She was still pretty cool though. My mum's looked up to Princess Victoria since she was a child, so I could tell you all about her."

Harry nodded. "Well, you got the question right at any rate. I think," he said as he went back through Malfoy's rambling. "Just to be clear, who is the highest authority the British magical world answers to?"

"Currently Queen Elizabeth II," Malfoy answered immediately.

Harry smiled. "Correct, and I believe it goes without saying that she's a muggle...who can order the Minister of Magic around." His smile turned into a smirk. He turned his head to Pansy who looked back at him with pursed lips.

"You got that question wrong. Take a lap."

Pansy's groan was nearly a growl, but she turned and sped off around the edge of the quidditch pitch.

Harry marked down another tally under Malfoy's name and looked up at him. "Next question. According to the ministry investigation launched in 1982 and completed in September 1983, about how many witches and wizards were killed during the last Wizarding War?"

The remnants of a smile left on Malfoy's face dropped as he heard the question. He sighed. "I don't know," he said tiredly. "Maybe," he thought, "two or three hundred?"

Harry looked at him sadly. "No. The report concluded that three to four thousand witches and wizards were killed as a result of Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

Malfoy gaped at him, and Harry continued. "They never came to an exact number because some bodies were never found. They never discovered if it was because they had fled the country and created new identities for themselves...or if there was nothing left to find. And speaking of fleeing the country, over 500 witches and wizards chose to do so at that time. Barely half returned after the war was over."

Malfoy continued to stare at him open mouthed. "Are you saying that we lost ten percent of our population because of the war?"

"Why do you think there are so few students at Hogwarts?" Harry answered back. "Most of the people killed were younger. They either never had the chance to have kids and start a family, or they chose not to in a time of war. And while we're on the subject," Harry paused as Pansy jogged up to them. "Next question: How many pureblood families died out because of the last war. Again, this can be found in the ministry's report."

Pansy did growl this time and ran off without hearing the answer.

Malfoy just looked at him blandly.

"Twenty-nine," Harry answered. "Whether they were fighting for or against Voldemort, twenty-nine pureblood family lines ended. Your father never told you that. Did he?"

Malfoy breathed in deeply and looked away. He turned to run his lap without saying a word.

Harry sat back and smiled contently. Maybe it wouldn't make a difference, but then maybe it would. If Malfoy and those like him couldn't be talked into thinking all wizards were equal, then maybe they could at least be talked into not killing off their own magical community.

Having fun turning his classmates' worlds upside down, Harry continued to question them about the muggle world. He kept true to his word at the beginning of the detention. All of the answers could be found in the library, more specifically, the Muggle Studies textbook the third years use.

"Other than the radio, what other devices have wizards adopted from muggles?"

"What is the name of a popular soda or carbonated drink?"

"What is the muggle device that is shaped like a box and displays moving pictures?"

Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson each got one of those questions right, but still had to run two more laps. They were going on an hour outside and it had now fallen dark. Draco still had to answer five more questions correctly and Pansy had to answer six.

Harry sighed. He was done with his transfiguration homework and was officially all caught up on schoolwork. He could finish the second occlumency book he was reading, but really wasn't in the mood.

After the two Slytherins got the next question wrong - Who is the current muggle Prime Minister? - Harry called for Dobby.

"Yes, Mister Harry Potter?" Dobby asked. Harry was pleased to note that Dobby finally dropped the "sir" at the end. Progress!

"Sorry to bother you Dobby," Harry began, "but could you go up to my office and retrieve a book for me? It should be on the third shelf to the left. It's called 101 Dueling Tips." It was a book he'd gotten for Christmas he'd been meaning to read.

Dobby agreed with his normal enthusiasm and only ten seconds later was handing over the book.

"Thanks Dobby," Harry said gratefully.

"It is never a bother to help Harry Potter sir! Yous can count on Dobby for anything!" Dobby exclaimed before disappearing with a quiet pop.

After another hour of quizzing Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson on obscure facts they almost never knew (What year did humans first step foot on the moon? To which their reactions made Harry want to either laugh or bang his head against the desk) he decided to give them a break and asked questions about various Hogwarts subjects other than muggles studies. It still took them almost another hour to answer the required ten questions.

Malfoy ended up running more laps, but answered his final question correctly before Pansy did. He stood off to the side while she got her next question wrong and nearly screamed in frustration and exhaustion before running her lap. While she did, Malfoy stared hard at Harry.

After about a minute of Harry ignoring him and reading his book, Malfoy spoke.

"I rearranged the letters of his name."

Harry blinked and looked up at him in confusion.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," Malfoy clarified, and then Harry remembered his fifth year defense class yesterday. Malfoy looked down at the grass. "It really does spell out 'I am Lord…'," he trailed off awkwardly.

Harry really didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell what Malfoy wanted by bringing up Voldemort's name, so he just stayed silent and looked at him gently, waiting for him to speak.

Malfoy's jaw twitched several times like he wanted to say something more, but couldn't find the words. A frown appeared on his face.

"You were telling the truth about that," he finally murmured, still not looking at Harry. "Were you telling the truth about everyone who died during the first war?"

Harry snapped his book shut and set it aside, not looking away from the blonde Slytherin.

"Malfoy, I promise you," Harry said in a strong, low tone. "Everything I said tonight was true. If you don't believe me, you can go to the library and check out the copies of the ministry reports yourself."

Malfoy's scowl deepened and he suddenly jerked his head up to glare at Harry. "I may take your word for it, but I still don't like you. Don't think this changes anything," he practically spat.

Harry shrugged and turned when he heard Pany's gasping as she ran over to the desk. She bent over with her hands braced on her knees and Harry decided to have pity on her.

"What is the wand movement for the Levitation Charm?"

"Swish and flick!" Pansy screamed out as she looked up with wide eyes, still gasping for air.

Harry fought down his grin and nodded. "Yep. That's ten. Your detention is over."

The girl practically sank to the ground in relief, pride forgotten. She moaned, "Thank Merlin."

Harry called for Dobby and simply asked him to return the desk and chair to where he'd gotten them from. No other words were exchanged in front of the two Slytherins as it was obvious Dobby was still nervous around his former master.

"Come on then," Harry nodded. "It's late and you need to change back into your own clothes so I can have those laundered." So saying, Harry started turning out the lights he'd set up around the quidditch pitch until he was left illuminating his wand tip to lead them back to the castle.

Harry reminded Malfoy that he would have detention again at seven the next evening and to just meet him outside at the pitch before wishing the exhausted students goodnight.

Surprisingly, the common room was not empty when he returned, but he paid the students no mind as he went directly up to his dorm and performed his nightly routine for bed. He set his alarm for 8:10 AM, guaranteeing him a nice long sleep. He would implement his plan of exercising first thing in the morning. Coincidentally, tip #13 in his dueling book was to improve one's physical health through strength and endurance training. Not only would a person be better at dodging and casting spells, but they wouldn't tire as fast and their spells tended to be stronger.

Though Harry wanted to conk out as soon as his head hit the pillow, he forced himself to sit up cross-legged and cast a silencing charm before entering his mindscape.

It was essential that he make it a routine to go through the day's events every night before sleeping. In the future, these reflective periods would be short, but as he was still working backwards, Harry devoted a little more time to sort out memories that happened almost a month ago, including the disastrous date with Cho.

They hadn't really spoken since the Quibbler article came out, but there hadn't been any awkwardness when he taught her the patronus charm that day. Harry knew that wasn't good enough though and he would need to talk with her soon. Going over their date, Harry was struck with a realization about Cho and his relationship with her that he thought would have made Hermione proud.

Speaking of which, the planner she had gifted him was actually being used now, and Harry added speaking with Cho to his ever growing to do list.

Finally, he was able to turn off his wand light and shimmy down in bed.

Harry didn't have a single dream that night.

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*I think I said in a previous chapter that it was February, but when I went back before posting this chapter, I found it was the beginning of March in canon, so that's what I'm going with. I'll find it in the earlier chapter and change it.

*Most running tracks are 400 meters around (1/4 mile), but I feel like the Hogwarts quidditch pitch would be slightly larger than a football field (which around most are running tracks) since it'd be pretty easy to cover that distance flying on a broom. So I made it a bit bigger. Sue me.

*I made Princess Victoria a witch! Because I find it hard to believe that a royal family wouldn't want to have that kind of power and one of them would totally marry into a magical family somehow so their kids/grandkids would be magical. In real life, Princess Victoria never married or had kids and there's really not a whole lot of info on her; part of the whole "not being in the spotlight" thing. She did stay with her parents her whole life which is why I made her an adviser, and she was part of the Iver Horticulture Society, which is why I made her a Herbologist.

What did you guys think of the questions Harry asked? Of the detention in general? Reviews give me life.

Also, on another note, I've kind of gotten hooked on Criminal Minds and thought of what it would be like if Harry knew the cast and then went searching for a crossover fic of the two. I found two by the same author that were AMAZING (and very long) called Rebuilt Machinery of Our Hearts and Fate and Choice by Doppler Effect, but it didn't really satisfy my craving and I started to kind of imagine my own. If you guys would like to read something like that, let me know. I might just do it anyway.

I'm still invested in this story though, especially as the scene that started this whole thing hasn't happened yet.

Until next time. ;)