Kassandra Bauer and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Book 3)

Chapter 8: Hogsmeade Havoc.

After what was considered by many to be the best Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson of all time. Defense Against the Dark Arts has officially become the Best Class of all time. Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins are the only people who had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin, but who cares about that?

The lessons following the Boggart have been just as interesting as well; we've studied Red Caps, those goblin like creatures that lurk wherever there has been bloodshed. And then we moved onto Kappas, creepy little water creatures that look like scaly underwater monkeys. What's also been the best was that Lupin knew that there were times when I would struggle to keep up with the notes in the class, so he spoke clean and clear, and slowly so I wouldn't be behind.

Too bad for the rest of the classes. They're not as fun. History of Magic is still as boring as ever, and I'd rather get my lessons about Ancient History of Magic from Horus and Anubis. For pretty obvious reasons. Potions was still the worst, courtesy of Snape. And for the record, Snape has been in a particularly vindictive mood recently, and it didn't take a genius to find out why.

That story of the Boggart assuming Snape's place, and that Neville had dressed it in his Grandmother's clothes, traveled through the school faster than Greek Fire. Snape did not find it funny. It probably wasn't a good idea to tell Snape about the Cartoon sketches that Ryan had made of it. Snape's eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Lupin's name. Probably in the same way that people are afraid to talk about Voldemort. The only problem is that he's been bullying Neville more than usual. And that's saying a lot.

And Divinations was just as boring as ever in that stifling tower room, deciphering lop-sided shapes and symbols, and Trelawney's eyes kept watering at the sight of Harry. And she still hadn't given me any ideas of what my visions are about. Even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence to that of a Goddess. Lavender and Parvati had gone to haunting Trelawney's tower room at lunchtimes, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew something we didn't. What's more was that they were using hushed voice whenever they talked to Harry as though he was on his death bed. Or rather, Lavender did most of the talking to Harry. 

Parvati was spending more of her time talking to Ryan. And talk they did. Parvati seemed more interested in Ryan and his drawings.

Though one day, I was looking and deciphering symbols, which Ron and Ryan did in no time flat. Thanks to the Gods living in them. I was deciphering this one symbol when Trelawney walked up to me. "Yes, Professor?" I asked. 

She just stared at me. "Your power. They will want it." Trelawney said in a strange tone. Like a hissing Snake. "She wants it back." 

"Huh?" I asked. "I don't understand." 

"The Shadows." Trelawney replied. 

Shadows? What Shadows? She was doing it again. 

"Is this about my visions?" I asked. "I keep having them, and I don't what they-" 

But Trelawney grabbed me by the arms and stared straight into my eyes. "Gah!" I tried to get out of there before this got too hectic. But it was too late. 

"The Shadows.... Beware, the Shadows. They are coming!" Trelawney shouted out. It looked like she had just lost her mind.

"What in the Gods-?!" I asked.

That was when Trelawney seemed to regain her senses or whatever. "Oh, so sorry dear. Did you say something?" She asked. 

"No." I answered as I quickly left. This just got stranger and stranger. 

The sad thing was now, none of us enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures anymore. After the whole thing with Buckbeak, the class had now become rather dull. Hagrid lost all his confidence. Poor guy. The last several lessons were learning to look after Flobberworms, the most boring creatures in all of existence.