I will always find you

POA 6

When Ella made her way to Snapes detention she wasn't surprised when she found the twins there as well.

"Fancy seeing you two here" She said with a slight smirk.

"Excellent our little trouble maker got detention as well" Fred smiles at her.

"What did you do Miss Hope?" George asks with a smirk.

"Back chatted Snape" She shrugged.

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In no time at all, Defence Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favourite 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 got 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. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days during Potions 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 travelled 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. 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?" Ron said, after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the Flobberworms slimy throats. 

The Gryffindor Quidditch team had started training sessions, three evenings a week. Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room one evening after training, cold and stiff but pleased with the way practice had gone, to find the room buzzing excitedly.

"What's happened?" he asked Ella, Ron and Hermione, who were sitting by the fireside and completing some star charts for Astronomy.

"First Hogsmeade weekend" Ron said, pointing at a notice that had appeared on the battered old notice board. "End of October. Hallowe'en."

"Excellent" Fred said, who had followed Harry through the portrait hole. "I need to visit Zonko's, I'm nearly out of Stink Pellets." Harry threw himself onto the sofa beside Ella and rested his head on her lap, his high spirits ebbing away. They all missed the look on Fred's face as he walked off. Hermione seemed to read Harry's mind.

"Harry, I'm sure you'll be able to go next time" she said. "They're bound to catch Black soon, he's been sighted once already."

"Black's not fool enough to try anything in Hogsmeade" Ron said. "Ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry, the next one might not be for ages"

"Ron!" Hermione said. "Harry's supposed to stay in school"

"He can't be the only third-year left behind" Ron said. "Ask McGonagall, go on, Harry"

"Yeah, I think I will" Harry said, making up his mind. Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but at that moment Crookshanks leapt lightly onto her lap. A large, dead spider was dangling from his mouth.