❝ 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘵...𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘵... ❞
↳ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Lily Evans and James Potter had twins a boy and a girl. Harry James Potter and Annalise Euphemia Potter also known as Iris Lestrange. She...
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: PROFESSOR TO UNCLE ____________________________
"Hermione, are you still upset about me not telling you about me joining the team?" Annalise said as they made their way to D.A.D.A class.
"Yes, I am. I could understand why you didn't tell the guys but me. I thought we were friends," argued Hermione.
"We are, I trust you just so many things have been going on. Then I have been having a bad feeling that something is going to happen." Hermione turned to look at her.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Is hard to explain, but is just a feeling I have. But do you forgive me? I promise I won't be keeping anything from you anymore." Annalise looked at her.
"I forgive you just this once," Hermione said hugging her. "Oh, by the way, I have been meaning to give you this. " She took out a watch from her robe. "So you can keep track of time," she winked with that Annalise understood.
"Thank you, Hermione, now come on, or else we will be late," Annalise said taking the watch and walking inside the classroom quietly as there was a big snap.
Snape shut the curtains, pulled down a screen over the blackboard, and turned to look at the students.
"Turn to page 394."
As the student's eye Snape with guarded curiosity, Annalise sat beside Mattheo as Hermione sat quietly next to Harry.
"Excuse me, sir, but, where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked flipping through his book.
"That's not your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, that your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at present. Page 394." Snape announced one again.
The slide show began, an ancient woodcut of a horrific beast flickering at the front of the room. Harry watched him flick through the textbook, to the very back chapter, which he must know they hadn't covered.
"Werewolves?" said Ron.
"But, sir," said Hermione, seemingly unable to restrain herself, "we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks —"
"Miss Granger," said Snape in a voice of deadly calm, "I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394." He glanced around again. "All of you! Now!" With many bitter sidelong looks and some sullen muttering, the class opened their books. "Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" said Snape.
Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione and Annalise, whose hands, as they so often did, had shot straight into the air.
"Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione and Annalise. His twisted smile was back. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between—"
