3rd Year Tragedies - Book 4 [COMPLETED]

Part 3

Bella pov

I walked into the Great Hall and saw Draco mumbling with a bunch of Gryffindors. I already knew what he was saying and, unfortunately for Draco, so did Ebony. I thought he would be too distracted with his 'pretty' face being attacked by Sirius Black to spread rumours, but he is Lucius' son.

"Draco!" Ebony snapped.

"I told you that was a bad idea~," Ally's voice spoke up, from the other side of the Hall.

"No, you didn't!" Draco yelled back, I could see the panic in his eyes. It was kinda funny.

"Belle," George whispered in my ear, "This way."

George grabbed my hand and pulled me towards an empty hallway, "What's up?" I asked.

"Draco told everyone about your boggart," George elaborated.

"Figured," I respond, still calm.

"I figured out what happened. I'm a danger to you," George looked broken, I felt my heart shatter with that.

"Listen you great oaf," I comforted, "It wasn't your fault."

"But-"

"Shut up and listen," I snapped, "Without you, I wouldn't want to come back here, I would probably be dating Terry (Both grimaced at this), I wouldn't be able to be as close with Ginny if not for you. I owe you my life and more."

"Aww Belle," George cooed, "You sap."

"Your sap," I corrected teasingly.

Timeskip

As we waited for Lupin to show up we talked loudly. Suddenly, Snape burst into the room and started closing the window covers. He stormed to the front of the room and slammed the blackboard down,

"Turn to page 394," he ordered. The class eyed him as Ebony opened and began to flick through her book,

"Excuse me, sir, but... where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked the professor,

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?" Snape replied, "Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394," 

I flipped to page 394 and my jaw dropped. I looked back up at Snape. He didn't know that we were werewolves but I felt like socking him in the jaw anyway. 

"Werewolves?" Ron asked,

"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks-" Hermoine started,

"Quiet!" Snape interrupted, he turned the slide so that it showed a picture of an attacking werewolf. I looked over at Ebony who was staring at her page, pale-faced. "Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asked, no one put their hand up except Hermoine who strained to be chosen by the Head of Slytherin.

"No one? How... disappointing," Snape mused, 

"Please, sir," Hermoine answered, "an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind-" Draco howled loudly, glancing back at Ebony and me.

"Quiet, Malfoy! Though one must admit to feeling your pain. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," Snape smiled slightly, "Tell me, are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"

"Five points from Gryffindor!" he announced, he then turned to the class, "As an antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning, with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it," the class groaned, "Passing notes, Potter?" Snape picked a piece of paper off of Harry's desk, "Not exactly Picasso, are you? I hope you demonstrate more talent on the Quidditch pitch this weekend than you do as an artist. If not, I fear you'll perish, given the weather forecast. Until that time, however, you'll forgive me if I don't let you off homework. Should you die, I assure you... you need not hand it in,"