James Potter, in Detention (George and James)

[Professor George Weasley]

George stared at the myriad of trophies hidden behind glass casing, smirking to himself. It had been quite a long time since he and Fred had been locked up in here by Filch, that cantankerous caretaker, and forced to clean everything in sight - and a few things out of it. George recalled hating it. So why give the task to James over the next two nights?

Because there were a lot of things he could learn from it. George's grin was inexplicably wide.

He'd learned more things from the awards and trophies in the trophy room than from the teachers themselves. Who had gotten special service awards, the Quidditch captains and their contributions to the school, prefects, Head Boys and Girls, best in classes... Far more useful information was to be found here.

George crossed his arms, messenger bag resting against his hip. Where on earth was James?

[James Potter]

James had wondered what the Detention was the detention was gonna be. He sure wished it wasn't cleaning anything a muggle way. With his messenger bag over his outfit of the day he walked towards the Trophy room. He was wearing jeans with a white shirt with a black and red button down shirt open showing the white shirt. His hair is his usual self messy. He had walked into the Trophey Room. He has never been to the trophey room before so he had lost his way there. He had no idea where it was. He has been to every floor but the third floor thinking it wasn't on that floor when he had no other choice but to check the third floor. He had walked into every room until he found the right room. "Sorry Professor I-" he started to say as he looked around the room and saw that it was a beautiful room. "Got lost." he said in awe.

[Professor George Weasley]

George snickered at James' awe of the Trophy Room. He noticed that his young nephew wasn't wearing the Hogwarts school uniform, something that just made him laugh harder.

"...It's a miracle no one saw you while you were lost," George giggled, joking. "Not wearing the uniform and all... and I've seen you when you're lost. You flip out."

George waved his wand quickly. A bucket, similar to the one they'd deposited on the Great Hall doorway, and some rags fell to the floor. With another flick, George squirted some detergent into the bucket.

"We're Muggle cleaning today," George told him, "but I chose this room because it's... different. Today you're going to clean and buff the trophies. Try to read them, if you can. There are some interesting things in this room."

George unlocked a cabinet and dropped a particularly large trophy by James' feet: the Quidditch Cup trophy.

"Let's start with this one."

[James Potter]

James looked at him in an what are you talking about look. "Since when did you have to wear your uniform when you aren't in class?" he asked him with an raised eye brow. He had always went and changed into more comfortable clothes as soon as dinner was over. Which he did not like his uniform.

"The muggle way?" he said in surprised but picked up a rag anyway. He looked at the Quidditch Trophey and saw that it had some names on it that looked familiar. He dropped the rag which magically dropped into the bucket. "Um Uncle Weasley how did my name end up on there? I wasn't even born yet or is that my Grandfather's name?" he asked him as he took a step backwards. He was beginning to think that this place was not a perfect place to do a detention anymore. He walked down a bit more and then saw his father's name on another trophy. Along with his Uncle Fred's name. "Wow! You guys must be amazing to win the Quidditch Cup." he said in awe.

He walked down further without the bucket. He wasn't trying to avoid cleaning he was more in awe than anything. He stopped when he came to a trophy for a specail award. "Um who's Tom Marvolo Riddle and why did he get this award?" he asked his Uncle. He has never heard of the name before. And now that he was wondering who and why all these names had came here on these trophies. And he also wondered why he hadn't known it before.

[Professor George Weasley]

George grinned, extremely pleased with himself. He knew that this would be a good idea. James, as he guessed, hadn't paid attention to any of the conversations about the past he'd heard from Uncle Ron or Aunt Erica, not to mention him and Aunt Hermione. "That would be your grandfather. James Potter. You were named after him, you know... because your dad, Harry, really admired him, even though he barely knew him..."

George cut off, unsure of whether he should continue with that particular story. But then James' concentration turned to the plaque from his fifth year. Him and Fred were on the team, weren't they? He grinned recalling the team. Oliver Wood, one of his best friends... Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet... Fred...

But then his face soured. Angelina Johnson. A floodgate of memories poisoned his head. But he shook it off.

"Well... we had your dad, see?" Fred noted, pointing to Harry's name on the trophy. "He was the best seeker we ever had."

George was so proud of that cup, of his Quidditch skills... he would've tried to go pro, but the joke shop meant more to him than anything in the world, especially now that Fred was gone.

James wandered about the corridor, George watching him curiously. Suddenly he mentioned a trophy that George had forgotten about. Tom Marvolo Riddle.

George turned a lovely shade of green, biting his lip. "Officially... he got it for ridding the school of the opener of the Chamber of Secrets. But that was all a lie. He was the one who opened it... that name... is what You-Know-Who was called before he changed his identity. It's best you don't... talk about it..."

[James Potter]

James turned towards his uncle. "You mean Voldemort?" he asked him with a small smile. He wasn't afraid to say his name. Just like his father wasn't. "I've read that he was supposed to be the most feared wizard of all time but is now dead because of my father. Or at least that is what I heard from my mother." he said with a small smile. "Why is it that I look like my father more than my mother? I mean she has red hair and I have the same color hair as my father." he stated as he looked back at the special award again.

[Professor George Weasley]

George flinched when Voldemort's name came up. Unfortunately, he'd never gotten over the fear that his whole family had instilled him with from a young age. Especially since Voldemort was - indirectly - a cause of Fred's death.

"Yes, your dad did kill You-Know-Who," George nodded, still not daring to say the wizard's name. "Gi - your mom was very right in that respect. It was a long, hard slog, but he did it. I still don't know how." George smiled. "God knows that if I had to kill you-Know-Who at that point, I wouldn't have been able to do it."

Then James' ADD kicked in, and he began to wonder why he looked so much like his father. George grinned.

"I'm not really sure how genetic manipulation works" (WOAH big words, George thought immaturely) "but... you have your mother's personality, so it's a fair trade-off, I think." George couldn't help but marvel at James, even as he cleaned off that Special Services award.

[James Potter]

James looked at him. "Why are you afraid of saying Lord Voldemort so much? I mean he isn't in power anymore. You shouldn't be afraid of a name." he said with a questional look as he walked back to where the bucket was. He picked up the bucket and went to that particular trophy and started to wipe it clean. When he was done washing the trophy he was surprised to see his reflection in it. "Boy I wonder when the last time that trophy has been cleaned." he said and then he looked at them all. "I wonder when all of them had been cleaned." he added. It was then it had hit him they all were still be able to read but they weren't shiny.

[Professor George Weasley]

George mused on the question as James began to clean. Why was he afraid of Voldemort's name? Well...

"I don't like using his name," George began, "because he killed a lot of my friends. My allies. I mean, he killed your Uncle Fred... you would've loved him, and his death caused a lot of problems for so many people... me, and his ex-girlfriend... Aunt Erica, your grandparents... I can't forget something like that so easily. I know it's old-fashioned, but I can't get over something like that so easily."

George then noticed that most of the trophies were, indeed, filthy. "Well, Hogwarts HAS been needing a new caretaker... wanna take the job?" George laughed. "No worries... you're doing just great, James."

[James Potter]

James looked at him when he was offering him a care takers job. "Heck no." he said with a small smile. "I'm not really enjoying cleaning these and I don't plan to clean them again." he said with a small smile on his face. He looked around and then realized this was gonna take him all night. "Do I seriously have to clean every single trophy? I mean this is gonna keep me up all night." he said with a small frown on his face.

[Professor George Weasley]

"Why do you think we're doing it over the course of two nights, James?" George asked with a laugh before becoming serious. "No, you don't have to clean all of them. Just four hours' worth over the two nights. It's only been a half-hour, by the way, because I know you want to count the seconds."

George handed a new trophy to James. This one he might find interesting, as it was a Herbology award given to Neville Longbottom. It was heavy as sin, though, so when George tried to get it out of the cabinet, it fell onto his foot with a crack. George winced before picking the trophy up and, limping, handed it to James.

"Clean that one while I try to fix my fractured toe with magic," George told him as he ripped off his shoes and socks. Yep, it was fractured. Of all the stupid things...

[James Potter]

James watched the Trophey that his uncle was trying to give him to clean fell on his foot. "Ouch that's got to hurt." he said with a winced up face. He wouldn't laugh at that and he knew that had to hurt and he doesn't laugh at people when they get hurt. Well except for a Malfoy maybe. He took the trophey that his uncle gave him and started cleaning it as well. "Neville Longbottom got a Trophey? What for?" he asked his uncle for a minute. He was also concidering to tell him that he has gotten another detention.

"Did you ever got two detentions in one day before?" he asked his uncle. Wondering what he would say to that. He wasn't really happy to get detentions but it was something to be said and done. He wasn't really sure though how he would feel about that. He knows that his mother would be upset about it and his father would probably say boys will be boys. He didn't know however is how Uncle George would take it!

[Professor George Weasley]

"What did Neville Longbottom get a trophy for?" George repeated incredulously. "Why, the only thing he was ever any good at, James. Look." George, limping along, poked his finger at the bottom plaque. For excellence in Herbology in all seven years of study, and recieving an O in NEWT-Level Herbology. "He always loved that subject... something I never understood..."

George leaned against the wall and stuck his toe straight in front of him, addressing James' questioning intermittently. "Well, I think the most detentions I got in a day was six, in the good old days with Umbridge... I think she's dead now. I think. Tendoto!" George pointed his wand at his toe, and the snap of realigning bone reached his ears. George nodded. Only one more spell to do. "Religto." Now his toe rearranged its position. George bent it. It moved without pain. "Yeah, but getting two detentions in one day is seen as a bit... unusual."

[James Potter]

"That makes me feel loads better. But at least one was for well lateness than goofing off." James said as he cleaned away after he read the trophy. "I don't really understand that either myself. But it's an alright subject. Better than Potions anyways." he said with a small laugh. He hated potions. He was no good at it and would rather just scive it off any day than go there.

[Professor George Weasley]

"I was terrible at potions," George agreed with James. There were so many things about the subject that bugged him. "I was never one for precision, so I was never one for being any good at the subject."

George stood up. A twinge of pain shot through his leg, but nothing major. George nodded as he watched James buff the Herbology trophy, staring out the window at the slowly rising moon. One of the random skills he'd picked up from years of detentions at night - telling time by the moonlight.

"An hour and a half," George mumbled to himself before turning to James. "How are your other classes, though?"