Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year Three: Chapter Eight

3rd person POV: 

 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."

 Each time this would happen, Y/n, of course, would fire back at Malfoy with insults. Harry's favorite one so far was when Y/n made a comment about Malfoy bleaching his hair every morning. 

 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. 

Y/n found that she wasn't fond of the water-dwellers, and hoped they might be able to move on to something else. Harry only wished he was as happy with some of his 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. He also had began to take away points from Gryffindor any time Y/n opened her mouth to speak. 

 "Guess Malfoy and Snape jumped from the Harry hate train to mine," Y/n had whispered to Harry and Ron one class. 

 And it was true. 

Though Snape and Malfoy still truly hated Harry for just existing, they began to attack Y/n first. Taking points away, calling names, trying to trip her on the stairs, and even going as far as Malfoy trying to push her in the Lake one evening (Y/n had sent a jinx after him after that one, which managed to buy her detention). 

Hermione kept persisting that it was only because Y/n gave a reaction, and she began to chide Y/n on her behavior during their research on the unknown father. So far the newspapers in the library held no hints and Y/n had taken to groaning about. 

 Harry was also growing to dread the hours he 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 him. He 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 Harry, as though he were on his 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, Harry and Y/n had something else to occupy them, something so enjoyable it more than made up for their unsatisfactory classes.