My Protector | A Harry Potter love story

chapter 6

Autumn in Hogwarts has to be the best season here. The weather is absolutely perfect, and nothing could ruin this day. Well... maybe one thing. After Hermione and I finished with Astronomy, we used our time turners to go back an hour to make it to our DADA class with Professor Lupin... or so we thought. As Mione and I make our way to our seats and sit down and get our books out we hear the slamming of the windows of the classroom and all the students quiet down, and we all look over to see Snape instead.

"Turn to page 394." As we all start to flip our books to the desired page I hear harry say, "Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?" "That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time." Hermione and I look at each other with questioning looks. Snape starts to walk over to the projector in the back of the class. "Turn to page 394." Snape flicks his wand over at Ron's book which he was taking his sweet time at finding on its own and his book automatically turns itself to that page. "Werewolves?" "But sir, we've just begun learning about Red Capes and hinkypunks." Hermione starts, "We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks." I finish. "Quiet." Again? When did they come in? Did you see them come in?" Ron asks Harry which he shakes his head no at. I chuckle to myself which makes Hermione nudge me with her arm and Harry looks over at me in question. Silly boy. I shrug my shoulders playfully at him, teasing. "Now... which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" 

Hermione and mine's hand shoot up and I try to push her arm down with my hand. "Sh. Stop." She whispers to me. "No one? How disappointing." Snape mockingly asks us as he turns around to look at the class. "Sir, please. An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he or she transforms, they no longer remember who they are. They would kill their best friend if they'd cross their path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind." I tell him. After I finish talking, I hear a howl from across the class and look over to see it's my stupid brother making howling noises, thinking he's so bloody hilarious. 

"Awooooo!!" He continues to do and his friends snigger at the joke of it all. "Thank you Mr. Malfoy..." Snape drawls out. "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Malfoy. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you and Miss Granger take pride in being insufferable know-it-alls? Ten points from Gryffindor." What a prick. I narrow my eyes at him and Mione looks taken aback about what he said. I raise my hand in a mocking manner before continuing, "Sir, if the only purpose you have of teaching a class is to talk down to the students of said classroom, then maybe we all might be better off learning from a book instead of hearing your insufferable voice." Some of the class starts to ooo in shock about what I said, and honestly, I can't believe it either. Snape glares at me before saying, "Talk one more time out of turn, Miss Malfoy and you will find yourself missing your next Quidditch match to detention. Do I make myself clear?" I look down at my book before looking up at him once more before nodding my head once. 

"Now, as an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the werewolf with particular emphasis on recognizing it." As he talks the whole class groans in pain at the thought of writing a long paper on something so simple. I see that my brother blew a paper bird over to Harry and he catches it. "But sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow." Harry interjects making Snape lean over his and Ron's desk getting right up in his face. "Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394." Snape saunters off back to the back of the classroom and continues, "The term werewolf is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word "were," which means "man," and "wolf."" I look over at Harry and see what is it that my brother drew for him and see that it's a drawing of Harry getting struck by lightning. I narrow my eyes over at Draco. Harry looks over as well and all Draco responds back is him raising his eyebrows in a threatening manner.