Devil's Child (Harry Potter x Reader Years 1-4) (ON HOLD)

~DADA with Snape~

Harry's pov

We were sitting in the DADA classroom waiting for Professor Lupin. And by we I meant me and Ron. I don't know where the girls have been going but they always appear right before classes start. The doors flung open, but instead of Professor Lupin, Snape waltzed into the classroom closing all the windows so the only light was from the candles. "Turn to page 394," Snape's monotone voice rang. "Where's Professor Lupin?" I asked, surprising myself at the sudden outburst of confidence. Normally I'm awkward when it comes to this stuff. "Your Professor has found himself in a state which he is unable to teach. Turn to page 394," Snape repeated.

"Werewolves?" Ron exclaimed once Snape turned his page for him. "But sir! We're not supposed to be learning about nocturnal creatures for weeks!" Hermione recounted. As she spoke, I felt a weight on my legs and some tugging on my hair. I looked down and saw a pair of legs on top of mine. I looked beside me and saw y/n playing with my hair. When'd she get here? "When'd you get here?" Ron asked y/n and Hermione. "Running a bit late. We had to teleport," y/n shrugged. Ron nodded and I just looked up to see Snape setting up a projector.

"Who can tell me the difference between a werewolf and an animagus?" Snape started. "WHAT! We're still learning about hinky punks! We should be learning about hinky punks!" y/n snapped. What's gotten into her? "This isn't your classroom Ms. Gryffindor. You do not get a say on what I will be teaching," Snape spoke. "May I remind you, Snape, this isn't your classroom either! It's Professor Lupin's!" she shouted back. "God that's weird to say," she muttered to herself. "You can take that mouth to the Headmaster's office," Snape told her. "And you can take that greasy hair to a hair salon! They might not be able to ring out all the grease, but it'd be an improvement!" y/n yelled back. I could hear a lot of stifled laughs and chuckles. Ron wasn't even trying to hold in his laughter. He burst out into cackles.

"Quiet!" Snape spoke loudly. "Go to the headmaster's office Ms. Gryffindor. NOW!" "No," she spat. "And why not, Ms. Gryffindor?" he asked sternly. "Because I don't want to," she responded simply. "I didn't want to send you-" "-Oh yeah sure," y/n cut Snape off sarcastically. Snape grabbed her arm and started to drag her to the door. "Excuse me sir! This is physical assault!" y/n exclaimed. She teleported back to me and glared daggers at Snape. I was too. You shouldn't drag people. The bell chimed indicating class is over. We didn't learn anything! Except that y/n is really good at sassing Snape. "I expect 2 rolls of parchment on identifying werewolves!" Snape announced. "You can thank Ms. Gryffindor for that," he added. "But sir! I've got quidditch next week!" I told him. (a/n I know it's normally the next day but I forgot about the first Hogsmeade trip) "Loss of limb will not excuse you!" Snape glared. Once we exited the classroom everyone was waiting outside of it glaring at y/n. She didn't even flinch. "I have my connections. You don't need to do the essay," she told them. And with that she left.

y/n's pov

I was walking to Dumbledore's office. You see, while I was sassing Snape, I was also talking to Dumbledore in my head. He wanted me to come into his office for a punishment. I rolled my eyes but when I entered, he was smiling at me and slightly chuckling. "That was quite a show you put on in DADA, y/n," a voice that wasn't Dumbledore's said. I turned around and saw Remmy. "Hi Remmy! Dumbledore, hear me out! Snape was trying to get Remmy discovered! Also, he gave all of us a 2 rolls of parchment essay on werewolves to write. I told all of the students they didn't have to do it, knowing Remmy isn't that hard on the class," I explained. Remmy nodded in agreement. 

"As honorable as your intentions were (a/n hehe) you shouldn't talk to a professor as such. Therefore, you are suspended from attending any classes with Professor Snape for the next 3 weeks," Dumbledore explained. That honestly sounded like a reward. Although the way he was looking at me and laughing since I entered the room, I think it was meant to be. "Alright," I fake sighed. He chuckled a bit before dismissing me. "Oh and Ms. Gryffindor! I suggest you spend your time helping the ones in need," Dumbledore suggested. We both knew he meant Siri. I teleported to the Shrieking Shack and sighed. 

"What's the matter, Little Red?" Siri asked me. He decided to use the nickname once I brought it up when we were talking about Harry and I's relationship. "I got suspended from attending classes with Snivellous teaching them for 3 weeks! 3 weeks!" I shouted. "Isn't that a good thing?" he asked me confused. "Of course not! It's only 3 weeks! Why couldn't it be the rest of my years at Hogwarts?" I asked exasperated. Siri chuckled and sat down next to me. "What'd you get suspended for?" he asked me. "We got in a fight during DADA. Remmy couldn't teach it so Snape was subbing," I told him. "And what was this fight about?" he asked me. "Why are you acting like a therapist?" I asked confused. "Anyway," I continued without giving him the chance to answer. "He was trying to blow Remmy's cover as a werewolf by teaching us- well trying to teach us- about identifying werewolves! I told him we were learning about hinky punks and he told me that the classroom wasn't my classroom and that he could teach whatever he'd like to. I told him that it wasn't his classroom either and that it was Remmy's. He told me I could take my mouth to the Headmaster's office and I told him he could take his greasy hair to a hair salon. Not that they'd be able to ring out all of the grease but it'd be an improvement! Then he tried to drag me to the Headmaster's office and I of course teleported back to my seat. Then the bell rang and he told us he wanted 2 rolls of parchment about werewolf identification. That son of a bitch!" I finished. Siri was rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. "You good buddy?" I asked him. "I'm great! That just made my day!" he laughed.

I looked beside him and saw 2 blue wisps that morphed into humans. One had red hair, green eyes, and was stifling a laugh. The other had raven black hair, hazel eyes, and was doubled over laughing. My eyes widened. Those are Harry's parents. But they're dead! I can see the dead.