The Next Golden Trio: A Harry Potter Next Gen Tale... [ON HOLD]

Chapter 7

{Albus}

We stand outside the door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class room, with all the other Gryffindor and Slytherin first years.

Rose is muttering very fast, under her breath, as though she is trying to memorise the whole text book, it's really annoying.

I grind my teeth, glaring at Rose, 'Shut it.' I say, angrily.

A boy with a large hooked nose that makes him look like he can smell something fowl, walks up to me.

'Potter,' he snarls.

'Uh, yeah, what?' I say, feeling weirded out.

The boy suddenly grins, but he still has that expression like he's smelt something fowl on his face, 'I'm Rex, Rex Nott.' He says, 'And this is Warrington, and Avery.' He adds, pointing to the two tall people standing behind him, looking like bodyguards.

'I'm Albus Potter,' I say, I know these names, but I can't figure out where I've heard them before.

'Death eaters,' Rose mutters.

Of course, that's where I've heard their names before.

'What did you say Weasley,' Nott snarls.

'Leave her alone!' I say, stepping in front of Rose. She can't afford to get in another fight.

Suddenly the door opens, and a voice calls, 'Come in!'

Still glaring at Nott I file into the classroom with everybody else.

Rose pulls me to the front, and we put our books on the desk and look up at the Professor.

Everyone is dead quiet, waiting for Defence Against the Dark Arts to start.

'Good Morning, my name is Professor Patil, and I am going to be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher while you are at Hogwarts,' Says Professor Patil, 'for these first two weeks we will not be using magic, we will just be studying the theory of jinxes, hexes and defensive spells. For the second half of the year, we will be learning about Dark Magical creatures, and ways of dealing with them. Any questions?'

{Rose}

'Any questions?' Professor Patil finishes.

My hand shoots up into the air.

My head is buzzing with questions.

'Yes, Miss Weasley,' Professor Patil says, pointing at me.

I don't ask how she knows my name without asking, lots of people.

'Are, um, you, no, I mean,' I can feel my ears go red as the Slytherins' laughing behind me.

Professor Patil smiles down kindly at me, 'Yes?' She prompts.

'When are we having exams!?' I blurt out stupidly.

I hear a high pitched cackle of laughter erupt from behind me.

I spin around to see a pug-faced Slytherin girl and her minions shrieking with laughter behind me.

'And what is your name?' Professor Patil asks sharply, pointing to the pug-faced girl.

'Genevieve Goyle,' The pug-faced girls says.

'Miss Goyle, could you please shut-up!' Says Professor Patil says in a horrible sugary sweet voice.

She turns and looks back at me, 'Miss Weasley, that is an excellent question. I do not know the exact date of the exams, but they will be at the very end of the year.'

I feel my ears go redder. At the end of year?! How stupid did she think I was!

{Scorpius}

I sit at the back of the class room, drawing absentmindedly in the back of my text book, as Patil asks us questions about why defensive spells are so useful.

I'm not listening, but every time Patil finishes asking her question, I look up, just in time to see Rose Weasley's hand shoot up into the air, faster than the speed of light. And every time she puts her hand up, her bushy firey hair bounces up and down mesmerisingly, for a few seconds.

As Rose answers the question, sounding as if she swallowed the textbook, I look back down and continue drawing.

Just as I'm about to look back up, I feel a soft tap on the side of my head.

I look around and see Nott looking at me, he nods towards at something on my desk.

I look down and see a ball of scrunched up paper, I pick it up and unscrunch it.

It says 'Wanna play a prank on Potter and Weasley? Nott'.

I look over at Albus and Rose, they look quite happy, Albus has now joined in answering some questions.

I bite my lip, I can feel Nott and the others watching me, waiting for my answer. I don't want to, but they i remember the way Rose seemed to hate me, even before I had called her mother a mudblood.

I look down at the wrinkled paper and quickly write a yes.

I then scrunch it up and throw it at Nott, before I can change my mind.