"theres a girl who lived?!" Harry exclaimed.
"yeah, you bloody idiot, my sister! Well... adopted sister." Ron muttered. "She was nearly killed by You-know-who on the streets at the age of 7 though, so barely anyone saw, that's why she isn't as famou...
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Everyone was laying down, anxiously, in the great hall. You could hear the locks and gates of the castle clicking as they completely shut down Hogwarts. I shift in my sleeping bag, turning around to meet Harry's eyes. Harry was looking down at his hands, but when he felt my stare, he looks up. As if he could sense my fear, he slides his hand out of his sleeping bag and holds it out to me. I grab onto it, almost instantly relaxing. Since there were so many students, the sleeping bags were so close together, that you couldn't see Harry holding onto my hand.
"I've searched the Astronomy tower," Flich says as he walks up to Dumbledore. "And the Owlery. There's nothing there."
Professor Flitwick and Snape walk into the hall. "The third floors clear too, sir." Professor Flitwik says.
"I've done the dungeons, Headmaster. No sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle." Snapes emotionless voice rings.
"Thank you, all of you," Dumbledore praises the teachers.
They start walking up and down the little path way, separating the hall into 2. "Remarkable feat, don't you think? To enter Hogwarts on ones own, completely unprotected?" Snape thinks out loud.
"Quite remarkable." Dumbledore agrees.
"Any theories on how he managed it?" Snape questions.
"Many, each is as unlikely as the next."
"You may recall, prior to the start of term, I expressed my concerns about your appointment of Professor-" Snape starts. He was probably going to accuse Lupin.
"Not a single Professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black enter it." Dumbledore quickly says, brushing away Snapes concern. He starts walking closer to Harry and I. Harry can't tell because his back is to them, but since I'm facing them, Harry can see my eyes divert to them. "I'm uite convinced the castle is safe and I'm more than willing to send the students to their houses."
"What about Potter and Miss Weasley? Should they be warned?" Snape asks, getting quieter. I immediately shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
"Perhaps, but for now, let them sleep." Dumbledore orders. Dumbledore was now standing over us. "For in dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud."
I soon feel myself drift to sleep, my hand still locked into Harry's as his thumb rubs circles on my hand.
-TIME SKIP-
Everyone was sitting in Defense against the dark arts, fully expecting Professor Lupin to walk in, but instead, Snape comes barging into the room, closing all the wooden curtains. I look at Hermione, who was sitting next to me.
"Where's professor Lupin?" She whispers. I shrug my shoulders, pulling my book out.
Snape pulls on a string which brings out a projecting screen.
"Turn to page 394," He orders. Everyone starts to frantically open their books and flick through pages.
I see Harry, who was sitting on the desk next to mine, move closer to the path where Professor Snape was walking through. "Excuse me, Sir," Harry starts. "Where's Professor Lupin?"
"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?" Snape says coldly.
"That's not really the answer to his question," I mumble quietly to Hermione who snorts, slapping her hand in front of her mouth trying to contain her laughter.
"Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time." Snape continues. "Turn to page 394," He repeats again, taping on the machine that projects images with his wand, causing it to spin and light up. I see Ron flipping page by page, uninterested. Harry looks at me and raises his brows, annoyed.
Professor Snape furiously waves his wand at Rons book, causing it to abruptly turn to page 394.
"Werewolves?" Ron says, completely confused.
"But sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks." Hermione complains next to me.
"Yeah, we're not meant to start that for weeks." I continue Hermiones words.
"Quiet!" Snape shouts, startling everyone.
I look at Hermione with furrowed brows. "Professor Lupin isn't here," I say.
"And we're learning about werewolves." Hermione whispers, as if we're thinking the same thing.
"That's odd." I whisper. "You don't think..."
"I do think so. Professor Lupin a werewolf, isn't he?" Hermione whispers with slight fear.
"Okay, but don't you think Professor Dumbledore would not let him teach here if he was an animagus?"
Snap was talking over us, teaching the class. "Yes, he probably wouldn't, but add everything together." Hermione hisses.
I breath in deeply, nodding at her. "Just keep an eye on him i guess." I whisper back to her, before we go back to concentrating.
"Now, can anyone tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?" Snape says, walking back to the board. Hermiones hand shoots up in the air, but Snape pays no attention to it. "No one? How disappointing."
I wanted to punch him for ignoring Hermione. "Please, Sir." Hermione excuses herself and goes on to talking. She explains the difference between an animagus and a werewolf. "Furthermore, a werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind."
Draco lets out a howl and starts laughing with Crab. I look at him with a 'seriously?' face and he just laughs on.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Snape says sternly. "That's the second time you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger." Snape scolds her. Hermione shifts in her seat, as if she grew smaller. "Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" I scoff at Snape.
"If someones insufferable here, it's you." I snap back at Snape. His head shoots towards me. He knows he can't say anything back to me. He's part of the order.
"5 points from Gryffindor." He says coldly, still staring right at me as I glare daggers into him.
Everyone starts looking around laughing in astonishment of what I said to a teacher. Hermione looks down but gives me a tiny smile from the side. I see Draco blow a paper to Harry through the corner of my eye. Harry catches the piece of paper and starts to unfold it. Snape starts to set us homework and everyone is complaining.
"But sir, quidditch is tomorrow." I complain. It was my first game with the team after making it in, and I didn't want to miss it for homework set by Snape.
Snape again, whips his head around to me and lunges forward, slamming both hands on my desk. I flinch lightly (a/n: "he hits you, doesn't he? 😔"), moving backward. "Then I suggest you take extra care, Miss Weasley." I scoff in his face and look away. "Loss of a limb will not excuse you." I look at him glaring. "Page 394." He finally backs away and I let out a huge breath of air.
"Couldn't stand his breath." I whisper to Hermione who smiles, trying to not laugh.
Finally, Harry unfolds the piece of paper Draco had thrown at him. I see him look over at Draco who smirks at him.
"Give me the paper," I order him in a hushed voice. He moves away from my hand that was reaching out to him. "Don't try me. Give it to me." I snatch it out his hand. It was a moving drawing of a bludger hitting Harry in the head.
A lot of glaring was done today, but I think the death stare I gave Draco was by far the worst one. He sinks in his chair seeing my reaction and I tear the drawing into pieces.
