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Invincible by The Black Lioness
Chapter 2 : Detention
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Hey, everyone :) Sorry this is kind of a short chapter...they'll get longer as the story goes on, I've just got to get it rolling! I'd love if you reviewed and tell me what you think!

Oh, and just to add a Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the genius, obviously. I own nothing you recognize.

The first week back passed by in a boring blur. Black and I bickered at breakfast, lunch, dinner and sometimes in the common room, but we didn't spend time together more than necessary. I mostly hung out with the Marauders because Lo was "friends" (wink, wink) with Remus, and she was on pretty good terms with James. Much to mine and Lily's disappointment, we were dragged to these get-togethers as well. Other than that, everything was pretty normal at Hogwarts. Until Lily reminded me of my detention on Saturday evening.
"Letta, don't you have detention with McGonagall?" she asked pointedly.
"Shit," I muttered. I glanced at the clock above the fireplace in the common room where we were sitting doing homework. It was seven fifty five; I had exactly five minutes to get to Professor McGonagall's office. "I'll see you later." I waved to my friends, climbed through the portrait hole and strolled down the hall at a leisurely pace. So I'd be a couple minutes late – big deal.

When I reached the Professor's office, she was waiting behind her desk with perfect posture, as always. My mother would have been proud.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor," I said.
"Nevermind that," answered McGonagall briskly. "Where is Mr. Black?"

I snorted. "How should I know? I'm not his keeper."
"Watch your tone, Miss McKinnon," she warned. I fiddled with the ends of my hair as we waited in silence; it was a bright, electric blue today and I must say, I loved that color on me.

Fifteen minutes went by before Black finally decided to grace us with his presence. He had pink lipstick marks all over his jaw and neck, and he looked a bit disheveled.
"Sorry I'm late, Minnie," he grinned, "I had some business to take care of."
"You're just wasting your own time, Black," said McGonagall. "You two are going to scrub out the trophy room – without magic. I don't care how long it takes. Grab a bucket and a sponge, and follow me."
It was a quiet walk to the trophy room and when we got there, I realized I'd never noticed just how many plaques, medals and trophies there were. Not to mention all the glass cases they were stored in.
"Professor," said Black quickly, "do we have to clean all of this?"

"Yes. Everything in this room must be spotless when I come back to check on you." Professor McGonagall looked at us both sharply. "I hope this will teach you not to duel in the hallways. This fighting has to stop, and it will." She left us alone with a bucket full of water, two sponges and a bottle full of Magical Mess Remover.
"Alright, McKinnon," sighed Black, "get to work. I'm no good at muggle cleaning."
I clenched my jaw against the profanities I wanted to call him. "I don't think so, Black. I'm not doing this all by myself. You're helping me." I held the yellow sponge up to his face. "Do you know what this is?"

He rolled his eyes. "Hilarious. I'll take this half of the room and you take the other half."
"Fine." I dipped my sponge into the soapy water and got to work.
It was quiet for a while as we polished the various ornaments in the large, echoing room. I dunked my sponge into the bucket for what felt like the millionth time, and was on my way back to the case I was working on when it happened. I had swung my sponge around as I turned and sprayed soapy water right into Black's face.
"There's soap in my eye!" he yelled, rubbing his face with the heels of his hands. I couldn't help but laugh at him – what a baby. "Think that's funny, do you, McKinnon?"

"No," I smirked, "I think it's hysterical."

Before I could laugh again, Black held up his sopping sponge and aimed for my head. I backed up, forgetting the bucket was right behind me, and tripped. My butt went right into the opening of the pail and I was soaked through my skirt and robes. I cursed Black under my breath and tried to get up, but my arse was stuck!

"Black!" I screeched. "Get me out of here!" He was doubled over laughing, his face turning red from lack of oxygen.
"No," he managed between snickers, "I think I'll watch you get up by yourself."

"This is all your fault!" I yelled.
"My fault?" he said incredulously. "It's not my fault you don't watch where you're going!"
I heaved my body up, using the edges of the bucket to support my hands on. Soon enough, my butt was free. As soon as I stood up, I launched myself at Black.
My fist collided with his jaw and sent him reeling backwards. I hadn't even noticed that we'd both taken out our wands. Just as I tackled him onto the floor and was about to hex him into oblivion, he rolled to the side so he had me pinned to the ground. My wand fell out of my hand and Black picked it up.
"Let's see," he grinned, "how much damage could I do to McKinnon with two wands?"

I laughed, which was a bit difficult since he had both wands pressed against my throat. "What's the matter, Black? Scared I'll beat you in a duel?" His face fell immediately. "You're a coward. Just like the rest of your disgusting family." I didn't actually know much about his family, besides the fact that they had all been sorted into Slytherin except for him.
"Get up," he commanded, rolling off of me and onto his feet. He threw my wand at me and scowled. "You want to duel? Let's duel. Confringo!"

I jumped out of the way just in time, but the spell caught the hem of my robes and they burst into flames. I put the small fire out hurriedly and pointed my wand at Black.
"Petrificus Totalus!" He ducked the spell and it hit the glass cabinet behind him, which shattered.

"Waddiwasi!" he bellowed, and I was thrown backwards into another cabinet. Glass, medals and trophies rained down on me, and I felt the sting of a cut on my arm, along with the stickniness of blood.
"Furnunculus!" Black's face was immediately covered in boils. But before he could point his wand at me again, Professor McGonagall walked into the room.

"BLACK! MCKINNON!" she shrieked, almost beside herself with fury. "Look at this – never, in all my years at Hogwarts – how dare you – " She could barely complete any of her sentences. "Fifty points from Gryffindor each, and a month's detention, three times a week! You two will clean this mess up now. I cannot believe you are exhibiting such behavior! Apparently I have to babysit two seventeen year olds all night..." She yelled herself hoarse before she instructed us to repair the trophy room. It took hours to get everything exactly how it was before we'd destroyed it and I was nearly dead on my feet before she finally let us go back to Gryffindor tower.


"This is all your fault," muttered Black. We were climbing through the portrait hole into the common room after our torturous detention. Unfortunately, the boils had been removed from his face by McGonagall, but I'd forgotten all about the cut on my arm, so I hadn't shown it to her. It didn't hurt anyway.
"My fault?!" I repeated incredulously. "You started it!" We both made our way over to our friends, who were sitting together by the fire.
"Here we go," sighed Remus.
"It was so peaceful in here, too." Lily frowned.
"This git started his nonsense again and got me detention for a month!" I said indignantly.
"It's not like you have a life, McKinnon," scoffed Black. "Quidditch is starting soon! I've got to focus on training. I can't be running off to detention three times a week."
"You should have thought of that before you started your crap," I snarled.
"Maybe if you weren't such a righteous bitch all the time, I wouldn't have to," he retorted.

"I'm only bitchy to you because you're a prat!" I exclaimed, my hair turning red. Again.

"Come off it, McKinnon, you're like that to everyone," sneered Black. "It's no wonder everyone calls you the Ice Queen."

This didn't hurt my feelings, like it was obviously supposed to; nothing ever hurt my feelings. I laughed in his face. "Sod off, you ignorant wanker. Unlike you, I take pride in who I am. Look at where you came from – the House of Black really messed you up in the head, didn't it?"
Black's face darkened immediately. It was probably a bit too much, but I carried on anyway. "What's the matter?" I said in a mock baby voice. "Dear old Mummy doesn't want you anymore?" Like I said before, I didn't really know anything about Black's family, but I seemed to have touched a nerve. Good, I thought happily, my work here is done.
"Letta," said Remus sharply, watching his friend's face.

"You're one to talk about mothers," said Black gruffly. "Where's yours, McKinnon?" I scowled at him, hoping to Merlin he'd stop talking. But Black never stopped talking. "Oh, that's right, she's dead. And you did it, didn't you? Or at least you helped."

I didn't help – it was an accident, it wasn't – I didn't think she'd...fragments of thoughts were racing around my head, one after another. I couldn't think straight, but I knew I wanted to wipe that smug grin off of Black's face.

"Sirius!" Lily screeched, standing up from her spot on the sofa. "You don't know anything about Letta's family, so don't go running your mouth about things you don't understand. And same to you, Violetta."

I flinched at the sound of my full name. Instead of answering, I turned around and headed up to the girls dormitories, pulling out my mothers' note as I went.

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