Augury [Harry Potter Fanfic]

c. two

George was bothered.

Fred knew that much, and so did Lee. Even the Quidditch-obssesed Oliver Wood did, when it was just days before the first match of the season.

What concerned the three friends much more was when Oliver informed the team that they're playing Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin, a last minute change, George merely nodded grimly.

The only things George wouldn't tell Fred were either incredibely minor, or so major he couldn't find a way to word it, and Fred? He had a solid feeling that it was the latter.

"So," Sawyer sat down at Friday in front of Lee, as the team was huddled in the midst of the table, "let's say you'd have to eat either your own legs, or your best friend's, in his full consent, what would you rather?"

"What?" Lee wondered, buffled.

"What? The Fat Friar asked me this question and when I said that I would eat my friend's legs he seemed surprised and said I was a weird one."

"Well, you are, there's not even an argument regarding that little fact," Lee noted, sticking his fork into a piece of bacon."Why are you talking with the Fat Friar either way?"

"He's very kind, I feel like he could do good for my nature," she mused lightly, Meeko joining her at that moment. "Hey, Meeko! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in almost a week─ Oh dear Merlin, you look like you've been rolling around in shit!" she picked him up, critically surveying him. "You smell like it too. Were you in the Forbidden Forest again?" Meeko stared at her with his big cat eyes, and she sighed, "of course you were, only Agambir can get you as dirty as you are, you stinky little bastard."

"Yes, you would do well to spend some time with the Fat Friar, what's with the language, sweetheart?"

"Oh, pardon me. Allow me to rephrase, o'mighty Lee." Clearing her throat, Sawyer smiled cynically as Lee continued eating. "You look like you've been rolling around in dirt, my sweetest cat," she said in a posh voice, sounding like Draco Malfoy when he speaks of his father, "Your odor is like so as well, you smelly little feline. Better?" Her raised eyebrow challenged Lee, and he chewed whatever was left in his mouth, looking deep in thought before swallowing.

"Not quite, you've skipped some parts, like the Forbidden Forest and─"

"Oh for Merlin's sake, shut up!" Sawyer huffed, letting go of Meeko, who looked hypnotized at the food Lee was shoveling into his mouth. "Do you really expect me to remember everything I ever say?" Leaving it at that, Sawyer turned to her own plate.

"Well," Lee paused, finishing whatever was in his mouth. "Yes."

"I will hex you to the next century," she threatened calmly.

"Just hex me a couple of years forward, just after I graduate-that would be terrific."

"I will not hex you by your requests," she rolled her eyes at the new friend.

"I could pay you, and then it's like a job," he offered, making her laugh, while Meeko was preparing.

"You could pay," she mused, "and I could help you study so you'd actually graduate."

"Hey, I'm a good student─" Meeko pounced, and landed on the face of a freaked-out Lee, clawing slightly. "OH MERLIN! GET THAT CAT OFF OF ME!" Sawyer rolled to the floor, laughing, while he tried getting Meeko off without hurting the cat, "SAWYER! STOP LAUGHING AND GET YOUR CAT OFF OF ME!"

Sawyer snorted, making herself laugh much louder, as Fred rushed to help him, laughing with no shame at his friend's face.

And for a moment, George Weasley managed to smile as well.

::

There was no surprise when Remus was missing from class that day. It was a full moon, after all, so it was granted.

What did surprise Sawyer, however, was the subject Snape- the substitute teacher- chose to teach them (and later, once she got more information, she assumed he actually taught that to every class that he taught that day).

"Today, we will be discussing werewolves."

Sawyer's hand flew upwards in rage, not even bothering to wait for him to actually give her permission (which he wouldn't do, probably), and the moment their gazes met, she was already speaking.

"I'm sorry sir, but Werewolves is part of third years later-course, we're Fourth."

"Am I wrong, or was is it Lockhart that taught you last year?" he sneered at the dark haired girl who had her burning gaze on him. He couldn't fathom the reason, but he had to stop a shiver.  Losing his cool for a moment, he realized Sawyer raised her hand again, but he ignored it, carrying on with speaking. "I would hate speaking ill of a collague," he hissed through his teeth, and Sawyer's eyes narrowed, "but I think we all agree he wasn't quite the best teacher."

Her hand was still up as she spoke again, "if so, I hardly think we should start with werewolves, I've never truly understood the subject of Hinkypunks."

"That's strange, I remembering you getting O in every test that imbecile has ever taken seriously," Snape lost his cool, seeing nothing but her father at that moment in front of him.

"Perhaps you don't rememeber right, Sni─"

"Sawyer Wilde, out of my class at once!" usually almost yellow face was colored in red,  out-raged. Her eyes narrowed, but soon became glassy, for a brief moment, just long enough for Snape to notice.

After a moment of silence, in which all student stared at her in shock, she stood up. "Beware of the Viper, Professor," was all she said, before leaving.

And once more, Snape had to stop himself from shivering.

::

"Sawyer?" Dumbledore wondered when he saw the girl with a wooden instrument he recognized as a guitar.

"Hello Professor," she greeted, setting the guitar down, smiling up at the man. "May I help you?"

"Yes, actually," he mused, "you could enlighten me with the reason you're here while you're supposed to be in Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape─ Ah. I see."

"You're the reason, are you not?" she looked at him, and Dumbledore did not see a girl. He saw someone-something- else. Something he knew a lot of people would fear.

"Reason for?"

"Well, it's not something we should discuss today," she sighed, waving it off. "Professor Snape has thrown me out of class for arguing with him about his attempt to teach us about werewolves."

"It seems that the mixture of some people here is bringing back some old rivalries." Sawyer stood up, dusting off her jeans in the process.

"It's quite pathetic, holding grudge for something so incerdibly childish my father's done years ago. I hardly think a child should hold his father's sins."

"Would you be bothered with telling me the reason," the headmaster spoke, looking at her seriously, "you wouldn't tell us the truth about what you've seen that night?"

"I hardly think it's anyone's business, sir," she grabbed the guitar. "Soon you'll know all about it though, so don't rush through things."

"Who was the baby you've seen die?" the headmaster pressed.

Sawyer narrowed her eyes at the man. He knew something, and moreover, he knew that she knew something no one should know- unfortunately, that included the Headmaster himself as well.

"Let's make a deal, sir," she offered, "the day that you will tell someone all about your little sister, I will tell you all I've learned. And I reccomend you stay away from my mind, we both know it could end tragically."

"I hardly think it's good idea to make deals with someone like you."

"Why is it, sir?"

"I believe you know fully well the extant of the danger," he informed calmly, and she smiled. He was not afraid, that made her like him quite a bit.

"Well, it's been a pleasure, sir. I'll be seeing you."

"I'm certain."