Black's Lost Daughter//A Harry Potter Love Story (Book Two)

CHAPTER THREE - IDIOTIC TEACHERS

Hope blinked, her eyes fluttering open as light streamed in through the open window. She fisted her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them before sitting up slowly, sighing in bliss. Hopping out of bed, she grabbed her clothes from the chair and slipped into the bathroom to get ready.

By the time, Hope walked out of the bathroom, Hermione was awake and staring at her with bleary eyes. "Morning, sleepyhead," Hope teased, throwing her cloak around her shoulders and picking up her bag.

"You're ready early," Hermione remarked, glancing up at Hope while rubbing her eyes harshly, "where are you going?"

"I have something to do before lessons today," Hope responded, "I was researching something and there's hardly any information so I thought I'd ask a teacher." Hope didn't wait for a response before slipping out of the room and down the stairs.

It was early enough that only a few sixth and seventh years were lounging around in the common room, most preparing for their first classes. "'Ello Hope," a Scottish accent called out, causing Hope to spin around with a small smile on her lips.

"Hey, Ollie," Hope greeted, giving the Gryffindor captain a small wave, "you excited to start your N.E.W.T.s?"

"Somehow I did well enough in Defence to continue taking it so it should be a good couple of years," Wood responded, shaking the Defence book in his hand slightly to add to his point, "more excited for Quidditch though, there's no way we can lose this year, I don't even think Slytherin have a seeker. I spent all summer devising a training plan."

"I'm sure we'll do brilliantly," Hope chuckled, trust Oliver to already have a plan for the year, "I have to go, have a great day." Hope left the common room smiling at a few more students before walking through the halls until she stopped outside an empty classroom.

"Professor McGonagall," Hope called out, knocking on the door and gaining her teacher's attention, "do you have a bit of time before breakfast?"

McGonagall looked up from her books and raised an eyebrow, "come in, Miss Black, how can I help you?"

"I was reading about animagi but I couldn't find any non-contradicting research so I was wondering if you'd be able to help." Hope stood in front of her teacher, glancing down at her hands and therefore missing the fond look that passed through Minerva's eyes.

McGonagall stood gracefully, her robes billowing as she walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out a thick, leather-bound book. "This is one of the original books about Animagus transformation, read it and if you have any questions after, feel free to ask me."

"Thank you so much, Professor," Hope gushed, gladly taking the book and running her fingers against the cover lightly.

"I have a staff meeting to attend before breakfast but feel free to use the classroom to begin reading." McGonagall swept out of the room, smiling slightly as Hope immediately sat down and opened the book.

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Turning the page, Hope caught a glimpse of her watch and was slightly taken aback by the time. She'd been reading for almost an hour and a half and had already missed the start of breakfast. Shoving her book in her bag, she rushed out of the classroom and ran straight into a small blonde boy.

"I'm so sorry," Hope muttered, looking at the student with a small smile, noticing he seemed afraid for some reason. "Are you okay?

"I'm lost," the boy blurted out, "I'm a muggle-born and I have no idea where I'm meant to be going for breakfast, I wasn't paying attention on the way back yesterday and I've walked down this corridor four times already."