Mischievous Glint | George Weasley

Chapter 7

Defense Against the Dark Arts Class,

Professor Snape made his way into the classroom and closed all the windows. He turned on the projector as he turned to face us. I sat directly behind Harry and Hermione, with Ron sitting right beside me.

"Turn to page 394." Snape commanded.

"Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?" I asked, trying my absolute best not to piss him off.

"Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394." He said. I simply nodded in response.

"Werewolves?" Ron asked as he flipped through the pages.

"But sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks." Hermione spoke up. "We're not meant to start that for weeks."

"Quiet." Snape shut her up coldly.

"When did she come in?" Ron whispered, turning to me as I huffed in disbelief.

"Oh, for the love of God, Ron, have you lost your sight?" I asked him, total annoyance lacing my voice.

"Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asked. Hermione raised her hand quickly, but Snape completely ignored her. "No one? How disappointing."

I then slowly raised my hand up. Snape looked at me and gestured his hand for me to go on.

"An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind." I explained clearly.

"Thank you, Miss Knight." Snape said.

I heard Draco scoffing under his breath from across the room. Prick.

The Quidditch Match,

"Go, Harry! Go, Harry!" Hermione and I cheered loudly for Harry as he was chasing the Snitch through the torrential rain. We saw him disappearing completely into the dark clouds up in the sky. Suddenly, the crowd went dead silent as we saw a body falling rapidly from the sky.

"Harry!" I yelled for him, but he was free falling like a lifeless body.

"Arresto momentum!" Before he could hit the muddy ground hard, Dumbledore stood up and casted a spell to safely slow Harry down.

The Hospital Wing,

Later, we were all gathered in Madam Pomfrey's chamber. Harry laid in his bed, still not awake.

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron said, staring down at him.

"Peaky?" Fred gave him a thoroughly confused look.

"What do you expect? He fell over 100 feet." I said, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, come on, Ron. Let's walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see what you look like." George said, making me chuckle.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry suddenly muttered, finally waking up.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"Oh, brilliant." Harry groaned.

"You gave us a right good scare there, mate." Fred said.

"What happened?" Harry asked, looking around.

"Well, you fell off your broom." Ron replied bluntly.

"Really? I meant the match. Who won?"

"Umm... no one blames you, Harry." I said softly.

"The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore's furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off."

"There's something else you should know too." Ron said reluctantly. "When you fell, your broom sort of blew into the Whomping Willow, and well..."

He then unwrapped a blanket and revealed the shattered pieces of his broken Nimbus 2000.

Later that afternoon, me and Harry were standing on the wooden bridge right beside Professor Lupin.

"I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick. Is there no chance of fixing it?" Lupin asked him, looking out over the grounds.

"No." Harry answered quietly.

"Professor, why do the Dementors affect him so? I mean, more than everyone else?" I asked him on Harry's behalf.

"Listen, you both. Dementors are amongst the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory, until a person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst experiences. You are not weak, Harry." He said, turning his full attention to Harry. "The Dementors affect you most because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Hmm." I agreed with him, nodding along.

"I'm scared, professor." Harry admitted in a low voice.

"Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't." Lupin replied gently.

"I need to know how to fight them. You could teach me. You made that Dementor on the train go away."

"There was only one that night."

"But you made it go away." Harry pressed.

"I don't pretend to be an expert, Harry. But as the Dementors seem to have developed a particular interest in you, perhaps I should teach you. But after the holidays. For now, I need to rest." Lupin then turned his gaze entirely to me. "And Y/N, remember something. Whatever you're hearing, whatever you've been hearing about you possessing any powers because of your last name, is all true. That's the thing I know about the Knight generation. Most of them needed help when they first discovered this power of theirs."

"Sir, one thing I don't understand is why the hell am I knowing things about my ancestors from you all. Why don't my parents tell me about this?" I asked him, completely exasperated.

"Maybe it was for the best. However, firstly, moving things with your mind. You could have telekinesis, as I've heard other professors say. Secondly, maybe your parents didn't want you to know about this until now. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. And you can come to my office anytime when you're ready to see what kind of powers you might have." Lupin explained calmly.

"Alright, fine. Will do." I muttered, trying to process everything.

"Good then." Lupin nodded.

"God, I don't know what else I have to witness." Harry murmured under his breath, but I caught it.

"Time will tell." I joked lightly. Harry looked at me, taken completely by surprise.

"Yeah, I heard you." He smiled weakly.

Professor Lupin was the first person to leave the bridge. Once he was gone, I turned back to Harry and asked him when he was planning to sneak out to Hogsmeade next. He told me he'd be on his way soon, and when he does, I'll know.