Part 3: My father's Prisoner

Chapter five

Jumping almost out of her seat and out of her trance, Lillian looked up at her father. Raising her hand, she spoke. "Fa-Professor, where is Professor Lupin?" She asked, however to her it was clear she could care less. Though Snape said nothing to her, he turned his attention to the class.

"Turn to page three hundred and ninety four," Snape spoke, and glared at the entire class. Harry glanced at his sister, but could tell she was not in any mood. Lillian glanced at Malfoy, noticing that he was writing something. She tried to read it but he balled it up. She watched as he opened his hands and a moth flew out and towards Harry.

"Professor... I do believe Lillian had a point," Harry spoke up. He was concerned about the Professor as much, if not more than his own flesh and blood. Snape glared, and walked towards Harry as he looked at him with discussed.

"That's not really your concern is it, Potter? Suffice to say, your professor is incapable of teaching at the moment. Page three hundred and ninety four." Noticing that there was a slide show, Lillian raised an eyebrow. Wear Wolves? She was extremely confused, as she looked down at her own page. Why were they starting in this when they hadn't even finished Hynkipunks? Lillian was about to say something when the trio beat her to it. Clearly something needed to be said. But her father just told them to keep their mouths shut. "Now which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf? Surly one of you can?" Lillian could tell he was hinting at her, and yes she knew but she said nothing. Snape let out an exasperated sigh. "How disappointing..." Hermione stood, and Lillian instantly cringed.

"Please sir, an animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. However, a werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf hunts humans and only responds to the call of its own kind..." Hermione spoke, to which Malfoy let out a Howl. That caused Lillian to strike him in the back of the head. This caused her father to become livid.

"Quit Malfoy! Though one must admit to feeling your pain. That is the second time you have spoke out of turn, Miss Granger...tell me are you incapable of restraining yourself. I wasn't even speaking to you." He let a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. Lillian knew what that meant. She was going to get it for not responding. "Miss Granger, do you take pride in being an insufferable know it all?" Lillian shook her head, looking at her book. He turned back to Harry and shook his head. "Five points from Gryffindor. As an antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning. With emphasis on how to recognize it..." he stopped and snatched up a pice of paper on Harry's desk. Lillian glared at Draco, noticing he had been chuckling. She stomped on his foot. "Passing Notes, Potter?" Snape looked at the drawing and shook his head. "Not exactly a Vango, are we? Hope you demonstrate better talent on the Quiditch Pitch, this weekend. Also, Lillian will not be participating. As she has lost her privilege to take part."

Lillian instantly felt anger growing in her stomach, as she glared at her father. This was for not answering a bloody question?! Once class had ended, Lillian caught up with her father. "This isn't fare! I always do as I am told, but this is outrageous father!" She spoke. "I am good at being a catcher! You ca-" Snape stopped her and sighed.

"Lillian... it's for your own safety. And I can do this, you will be in the stands with me, so you will get to at least watch the match. Do not fight with me," he spoke, walking off. This clearly wasn't what she wanted. She stomped her foot and walked off.

As it came to the weekend, like Snape said, she was in the stands. She was in her uniform, her arms crossed. "This isn't fair," she muttered. She only cheered when her Fred made a point. As the rain started, Lillian lost sight of the players, and she had to move to the side to get closer. Seeing someone fall, she had to get even closer. Seeing the glasses gleam on her brothers face, she pushed past everyone. She made her way to the field. "No, no, no... not again..." she said whispered. She was by her brothers side, and was with them all the way to the Hospital wing.

"Looks a bit peckish, doesn't he?" Ron spoke. Lillian gave him a glare, but Fred spoke before she could.

"Mate, he fell like fifty feet, what do you think he would look like?" Fred spoke, giving Lillian a wink.

"Why don't we walk you off the Astronomy tower, and see how you come out looking?" George added. They all went silent, as Lillian gave her brothers hand a soft squeeze.

"Probably a right sight, than he normally does," Harry spoke. Instantly they all looked at him. That caused Lillian to have the biggest smile. Hermione started to speak, but Lillian beat her.

"How are you?" She spoke softly, looking at him. Lillian helped him sit up, and made sure he could actually move.

"Just Brilliant, Lillian," he groaned, his pain getting to him. Fred placed a hand on Lilly's shoulder.

"Gave us a scare, mate..." he spoke.

"What happened?" He asked. Ron looked like he had been more than interested to answer.

"Well, you fell off your broom..." he spoke.

"Really?" He asked sarcastically. "I meant who won?" He asked. 

Lillian rubbed the back of her neck, and looked away. She had a feeling that this was why Snape had been keeping her out of the game.

"No one blames you, Harry... the dementors aren't supposed to come on the grounds... Dumbledore was enraged. After he saved you, he sent them off." Hermione was the one to explain.

"Um... I will have father get you a new broom... considering..." Lillian whispered, looking back at her brother. "Lupin said there was no chance of fixing it..." she spoke. After Harry had been released from the hospital, it was both the siblings by their self. Lillian was sitting by the lake with her brother as Lupin soon joined them.