Daughter of Moony (Completed)

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Today is my first Defense class and I'm not sure of how this will go. I don't like being near Quirrel in the Great Hall, let alone close quarters in a classroom. He just gives off an aura of total darkness and it scares me.

I walked into the Great Hall and sat with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who became friends with us when the boys saved her ass from a troll. I was in detention with Severus, and I wasn't there for the excitement.

She drives me crazy still but she is actually a really good friend, once you get used to her. It became sort of a game between us to try and get the best marks in our classes. I was currently the best in all of our classes, not that I would brag about it.

"Morning all, are we ready for Potions, DADA, Transfiguration, and Charms?"

I was met with two glares and one bright smile from Mione.

"Bloody hell, Rayne, are you excited about Potions and the rest of that?"

"Well of course I'm excited for Potions... it's my favorite class. Defense I'm not looking forward to, Quirrel freaks me out."

They all looked at me questionably and resumed eating, while I caught the eye of a certain Potions Master. He subtly nodded at me without drawing attention to our exchange.

I was thankful that Potions was at the end of the day, because it relaxes me. The smells of the fumes and the calming quality of stirring the cauldron spoke to me on a deeper level than anyone could ever realize.

The bell rang and everyone was getting up and going to class. I dragged myself up and I trudged to Quirrels class. Once I got there, I saw that he had that creepy ass turban on and he was pacing back and forth in front of the classroom. Everyone grabbed a seat and I got one in the back. I didn't want to be close to him at any cost.

"O-open your b-books to p-page two and s-start a f-foot long essay on g-ghouls." Oh dear Merlin, his voice made my skin crawl. It took me all of twenty minutes to write my essay and I reluctantly got up to hand it in.

His emotions got stronger as I got closer to him and I had to fight not to lose my breakfast. It was disgusting how many dark emotions this man had. His emotions would be, what I think, the equivalent of Voldemort's. I couldn't read his mind and I don't think I would want to.

"T-thank you... Miss L-Lupin."

I nodded and quickly went back to my seat. I was shaken by his emotions and I puked.

"S-someone take h-her to the H-Hospital Wing." Hermione got up and helped me out of class. I felt like I was leaving the darkness for a reprieve. It hurt my head and stomach and I felt really really bad. I've NEVER had this happen in all my eleven years.

"What happened, m'dear?" I couldn't speak because I puked yet again. "Thank you Miss Granger I will take it from here."

Hermione looked at me with regret and walked out. Madam Pomfrey used her Patronus to call Severus. I lost it again and she pushed my hair off of my face.

He waltzed in and he quickly ate up the distance between the door and my bed. "Miss Lupin, take this... it will help settle your stomach." I grabbed the potion and drank it. My stomach clenched and my face made a disgusted look. "This is gross."

"You're welcome." He smirked at me and Madame Pomfrey said, "Rayne, sweetie, I'm going to keep you out of class. Its for your own good today."

Sev looked at me and subtly nodded his agreement, and I told Madam Pomfrey that I would stay.

She asked Sev,"Can you stay with her, Severus?"

"Yes." She walked out and he looked at me. "Why were you getting sick."

"I got too close to Quirrel and it got to me. His emotions were dark enough to make me sick."

His ebony eyes found my golden ones and he had a look of concern hidden in his. "I don't like to be around him, Sev," I muttered quietly. He looked around and then almost silently breathed, "Then I'll ask Dumbledore to let me tutor you in Defense Against the Dark Arts. But we will have to tell him about your empathic powers, Angel." I swear Severus Snape was my dark Prince coming to save the day. What more could he do to save me?

I quickly hugged him and whispered, "Thank you, Sev.. I don't mean to be such a damsel in distress I hope you know that."
He smirked and said, "you? A damsel in distress? Nah never in a million years would I believe that." His laugh was very baritone, rich, and velvety. It was amazing to hear.

Madam Pomfrey came back and she surveyed our banter with an amused smile. I poked Sev and I turned his attention towards her.

He looked like a doe caught in headlights and she started to giggle." It's nice to finally see you laugh like that, Severus. Are you two friends?"

"Heh I call it we've become less enemy-like." Sev looked at me with surprise and a little hurt. "Oh alright fine... we're friends." They both looked at me and started to laugh. "But he did dislike me when we first met."

"I did not." He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Yes you did. Don't you have to go teach a class?" And I stuck my tongue right back out at him. Madam Pomfrey laughed and he got up reluctantly saying, "yes and all but one of my classes are filled with dunderheads."

" Which is the only one that's not filled with dunderheads?"

"The one that you're in, Rayne." I grinned at that compliment and said, "Aww I'm touched. Now go back and be the gruff and grouchy Potions Master that the rest of the student body knows and despises. You know what, be extra pissy today, just because you're Severus Snape." He grinned at me and said, "You're egging me on to be horrible to your classmates, Miss Lupin?"

"It's a good conversation starter and I get a kick out of it. I know I'm horrid, but still."

He stalked out and Madame Pomfrey looked at me and said, "You're good for him, m'dear, I haven't seen him this happy in years. He has been hated by the students and you're the first that has connected with him, and as you know he's a good young man."

"He's got a darkness around him but that doesn't scare me. He's dark, dreary, and a downright asshole, but I trust him with my life. He's an intelligent, sarcastic, and all around amazing guy, Madam Pomfrey. I'm lucky to know him."

She looked at me and calmly asked, "Are you sure you're an eleven year old, Rayne?"

"Sometimes I wonder, Madam Pomfrey." She got up and walked into her office with a smile on her face. I laid down and wondered if it was a good thing that Madam Pomfrey knew about my friendship with Severus.

He was my best friend here, and I don't want to lose that, ever. I had a feeling that if we became really great friends that he would be loyal. It was my gut feeling that never let me down. I was trusting myself by trusting him.

But let me tell you, Quirrel was still on my mind and he freaks me the fuck out... like a lot. I still couldn't shake the feelings that kept going through my head.