The Story of the Marauders

Fourteen: Harry

HARRY

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Harry shifted his bag over to his opposite shoulder, his footfalls matching the quick pace of Ron's as the pair of boys were determined to get to their next class on time. Harry wanted a close seat to the front. Normally Harry'd prefer to sit in the back of the class, but not in this case. Professors Lupin and Daelynn had become his favorite teachers at Hogwarts and they had bonded over the lessons of preventing Dementor attacks.

"Where's Daelynn?" Ron pushed open the door and his eyes fluttered around the room. Harry smirked and shoved Ron forward teasingly.

"That's the first thing that comes to mind, eh, Ron?" Harry passed Ron into the remaining seats in the class. To Harry's dismay the seats were nearer the back. Just behind him was a large, old-looking projector aimed at the front of the class. Harry could not see what content was pictured on the slides. He guessed they would all find out as class commenced.

"Sod off, Harry." Ron moaned, rolling his eyes. Neither professor was in sight, which made Harry ponder the reason why.

Each boy unpacked various materials needed for the class, including their textbooks, quills, and notebooks. Murmurs floated in the air from multiple students. Under the voices, the pounding of rain of the glass told of harsh weather that had been a constant put-down through the whole week. Ron became engaged with another conversation with Dean Thomas, who sat at the row of desks in front of them. Harry's head perked to the side when he picked up on two voices coming from outside the door in the hallway.

"Will you not allow me to take my own class? Dumbledore didn't make it a priority to tell me any of this." It was a female's voice; the words sounded full of malice.

"I'd requested this class so you could take care of your friend," A much deeper tone replied. Harry was not sure the intent of the words.

"Oh yes, I am sure you have Remus' well-being on your mind," The woman snarked. "What lesson do you have in mind, hm?"

"That is none of your concern." The man answered. Harry recognized the flat tone of Professor Snape.

"This is my class!" Daelynn made it obvious that she was discontent with the way of things.

"Don't you have a problem to take care of?" Snape sneered. Harry then heard Daelynn scoff sarcastically.

"For your sake, you better not be referring to Remus as the problem," Daelynn sounded like she wanted to strangle the other professor. Harry snickered silently; Daelynn seemed to be only one not afraid to tell Snape off. Harry admired her more for it.

"What is it you want then, Daelynn?" Snape spat. The pair stopped in front of the class door to finish their banter before entering the class.

"I want to be in the room for the lesson. I don't want you ruining too much," Hiding his smile to himself, Harry tried harder to hear the conversation. Snape's answer sounded something like 'very well' and they entered. Snape's cloak blew out behind him as he walked in long strides to the front of the room, wand in the air. The dark-haired professor made a lasso-like flick with his wand and the shutters outside the window slammed shut and engulfed the room in semi-darkness. This caused the whole room to fall into silence.

"Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four." Snape ordered slowly, his eyes drifting among the faces of students until they landed slightly behind Harry.

"'Ello, Harry," Daelynn whispered behind him. Harry stole a peek at the small smile playing on the woman's lips. He returned the smile. Meanwhile, Snape pulled a blank canvas down from the ceiling, turning around once more to glare at his students. Once he was satisfied with the intimidated expressions of the children, Snape started towards the back. Harry shifted to face him as the professor kept walking.