In no time at all, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favorite class.Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin.
"Look at the state of his robes," Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. "He dresses like our old house elf."
But no one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and frayed.
His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first. After Boggarts, they studied Red Caps, nasty little goblin-like creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost.
From Red Caps they moved on to Kappas, creepy. water dwellers that looked like scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds.
Emily only wished she was as happy with some of her other classes. Worst of all was Potions. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, and no one was in any doubt why.
The story of the Boggart assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had traveled through the school like wildfire.
Snape didn't seem to find it funny.
His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever and picking on Emily for no reason.
Emily was also growing to dread the hours she spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at her and Harry.
She couldn't like Professor Trelawney, even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class.
Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't.
They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Emily and Harry, as though they were on their deathbed.
Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which, after the action packed first class, had become extremely dull.
Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence. They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence.
"Why would anyone bother looking after them?" said Ron, after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the flobberworms' throats.
At the start of October, however, Emily had something else to occupy her, something so enjoyable it more than made up for her unsatisfactory classes.
The Quidditch season was approaching, and Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.
There were nine people on a Quidditch team: four Chasers, whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffle (a red, soccer sized ball) through one of the fifty foot high hoops at each end of the field; three Beaters, who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers (two heavy black balls that zoomed around trying to attack the players); a Keeper, who defended the goal posts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points.
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FanfictionThis book is based on Wolfstar's daughter and there son with another son who is only Sirius' It will start of at third year when Remus joins hogwarts and will carry on from then. I will try to update as much as I can but I have 4 other books aswell...