Siriusly, Voldy? *Sequel to Why? Because of Them.*

Chapter 23: What Could Be Wrong?

"I know, Remmy, I know. I need to calm down right? Forget the condition of our lives." I glared at Remus John Lupin, who had just sat down after being introduced as the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. I'm hoping he lasts more than a year, but something might mess that up. 
The position of the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is known to be cursed, meaning that no one has gotten through in this job for more than a year.
And where my job started, I know that Lockhart suffered through the Obliviate spell, causing memory loss. And not just your simple memory loss, but to the point where you have no idea who you are or what is happening. Soon, he'll recover and be his egotistical self again, it's not the biggest deal. 
"...until such time that Sirius Black is captured." Dumbledore was speaking. He brought up Sirius to the school. I fought back tears as hard as I could, and a small squeak escaped my lips from holding it in. Luckily, none of the students heard, but Remus, Severus, and Dumbledore looked at me for a moment, in concern. I closed my eyes and shook my head lightly, and Dumbledore went back to speaking.
"But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times. If only one remembers to turn on the light." Dumbledore finished, turning the candle off and on, finishing his speech and sitting back down, everyone eating at this point. 
"Hey, Saph, you alright?" They said at the same time. And by they, I mean Remus and Severus. They sent each other a quick glare before turning their attention back to me. 
"I'm glad you care, but honestly I'm fine." My voice cracked. What a nice idea. 
"Saph, it really doesn't sound like it." Remus said. 
"What could possibly be wrong?" Severus asked, in his usual voice. 
Now, I don't know what it was: his voice or the question, but something inside of me snapped. And I knew that I shouldn't scream in the Great Hall, so I whisper screamed. 
"What could possibly be wrong? What could possibly BE WRONG?!" I screamed, in his face, but not too loudly. I was able not to whisper because of the students all talking and making it okay for me to talk at a good volume. "Do you even hear yourself, Severus? Maybe everything's peachy in your life, but in mine, every single thing is wrong!!! And you know each and every one of those things, then you ask me what could possibly be wrong?!?! God, sometimes you're certainly clueless about how everyone around you feels when you make blunt statements in your cold voice! So, did I answer your question? What could possibly be wrong?"
I hadn't even realized that once I screamed out that he knows all of the things, everything got quiet. Everyone stared at me screaming at Severus, the strictest and certainly most cruel teacher in Hogwarts. Frozen in my spot, I saw Remus look at me in disbelief and beckoning me to sit back down. I saw my daughter stare at me in utter confusion, as most of the kids did. I shook my head toward Remus.
"No thanks, Remus. I think I'll just go. See you later or something. Bye." This came out quieter than ever. I walked off to the Gryffindor Common Room, just laying on the couch and staring at the fire. 
Why? Why couldn't I just be 15 again?