Harry Potter: Heir of the Dark Lord

Part 41-Flight of the Fat Lady

(Noctis pov)
After that chaotic display in class, I was left in the hospital wing for about two days before finally leaving. Madam Madam Pomfrey had me checked for any psychological strain after she and the teacher heard about the incident in the staff room. Despite the incident, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favorite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin.
Draco:" Look at the state of his robes, he dresses like our old house elf." Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed.
I used legilimency to give him a headache which ultimately shut him up, Professor Lupin was the one who was kind to me as he quailed, any rumors about me using dark magic.

Everyone else, however, didn't care 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 gotten 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.

We only wished we were as happy with some of our other classes. Worst of all was Potions. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, and no one was in any doubt as to why. The story of the Boggart assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had traveled 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.

I also noticed that Harry was growing to dread the hours he spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at him. He couldn't like Professor Trelawney, even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't. They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Harry, as though he were on his deathbed.

It seems that Hagrid took my advice after talking to him, and helped regain his confidence in teaching. He brought in Puffskein, Mooncalf, Niffler, and even Kneazle. Needless to say, Care of Magical Creatures is now a good subject for anyone interested. At the start of October, however, Harry had something else that was occupying him, something so enjoyable it more than made up for his unsatisfactory classes of course, I knew that it was Quidditch. Quidditch season was approaching, and O1iver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.

I on the other hand was finally able to take the bandages off my face. I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. I thought it would be awful, but it wasn't too bad.