Potters bloody sister

Year three. || T W E N T Y - E I G H T ||

1993,

"So.. how did it go?" Asked Valery as we walked side by side. "Quite alright," I admitted, a small smile forming its way into my lips at the thought of last nights events.

"Has he even talked to you since then?" Asked Valery. "No.." i trailed off. "He hasn't even really spared me a glance either" i announced, looking down to the floor in Shame.

"don't stress it love, I'm sure he'll come around" Valery said, throwing her arm over my shoulder as we walked into the DADA classroom.

I smiled at the girl beside me before diverting my gaze to the table in front of me and taking a seat, pulling Valery into her own.

"Nervous for the quidditch match this Saturday?" Valery asked, trying to change the subject. " hell no, Harry has got this game in the bag. Besides, the Gryffindor quidditch team is way more talented than the Hufflepuffs." I said, shrugging of the nerves I felt for Harry.

Harry is a brilliant quidditch player. And he would for sure win this game. With no injury's of course. Though knowing Harry, that is unlikely.

Just then, the doors to professor Lupins classroom slammed open. Revealing Snape himself. What In the bloody hell?. I thought.

Snape's cloak trailed along behind him as he strutted down the aisles of students confidently, closing the the shades of the windows as he went.

Once he finally reached the head of the classroom he pulled down a white board from the ceiling, before turning to face the class. Nothing but a stern expression painted on his face.

"Turn to page 394" Snape sang out. With a light sigh, I reached into my satchel, grabbed my DADA book before opening the cover to the book and flipping to exactly page, 394.

Once the majority of the classes books where open to Snape's desired page, he began waking around the classroom, taking in his students behaviors.

"Eh- excuse me sir?" Asked Harry as Snape reached his desk. Causing Snape to stop in his tracks. "Where is Professor lupin?" Harry asked, getting many murmurs in agreement.

I guess we where all wondering where our proper professor was. "It's not really any of your concern, is it Potter?" Snape said, before taking his attention off of Harry and continuing his stroll around the class.

"Let's just say your professor finds himself, incapable of teaching at the present time." Snape said. Walking back to the head of the class and stopping at Professor lupine desk.

"Turn to page 394!" Snape demeaned, tapping his wand on the projector beside him. I rolled my eyes at his demands before looking down to my book.

My eyes immediately widened at the sight of it. "Werewolves?" Asked Ron, almost as though he where reading my mind.

This must have triggered something in Hermione. As for she immediately turned around to face Snape. "But sir, we've just begun learning about redcaps and hinkypunks. We're not supposed to start menterntl beast for weeks." Hermione informed. Earning a nod of agreement from Ron.

"Quiet" Snape sang out, annoyed at Hermione's comment. "Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an amingus, and a werewolf?" Snape asked. His eyes traveling along his student's.

Though slight disappointment was brought to his face when only mine and Hermione's hands where in the air. "No one? How disappointing"Snape said, completely ignoring my hand and Hermione's.

"Please sir. An aningus is a wizard that can elect to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon when he transforms he no longer remembers who he is, even if his best friend crosses his path. Furthermore the werewolf only responded to the call of its own kind" Hermione informed.