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HARRY'S POV
Harry shuffled glumly through the halls of Hogwarts. His no-good relatives hadn't signed his Hogsmeade form, so he was stuck here.
"Harry?"
It was Professor Lupin.
"What are you doing? Where's Ron and Hermione?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"Hogsmeade," he replied casually.
"You can come in if you'd like- I've just taken a grindylow in for our next lesson."
A grindylow, according to Lupin, was a water demon. It looked peculiarly fascinating.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Lupin aked. "I'd thought of making one."
"Er-okay," Harry said awkwardly. It was not every day that a professor invited him into their office for a cup of tea.
He sat down in a chair not unlike the ones used in class and stared vacantly at the wall.
A cup of tea was set in front of him. "Thanks," he said, grateful for the tea and distraction.
It was hot and warmed his insides, washing some of the worries away.
"Why wouldn't let you face the boggart?"
The question slipped out of his mouth before he could think it through.
Rather than deny it like he thought he would, Lupin raised an eyebrow. "I simply assumed that it would take the shape of Voldemort. It wouldn't do any good if word got out that he appeared in the staff room during classes!"
Harry thought it readonable. "Well... I did think of the dementors on the train...," he trailed off, embarrassed.
He received a chuckle in response. "What you fear most of all is- fear. Very wise, Harry," Lupin remarked.
"How very Gryffindor of you,," a sour voice drawled from the doorway. It was Professor Anna, her brown hair mussed up and eyes red, as if she had been crying.
A wave of resentment rolled through Harry. That woman- she was an enigma! Before he had even step foot in Hogwarts, she had been giving him sad, angry, hateful, and nostalgic looks. He hadn't even done anything to her! Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen her somewhere, sometime before.
Lupin glared at her, like he wasn't pleased that his tea party had been interrupted.
Before he could reprimand her, however, a swirl of black burst through the door. Snape.
How could this day get any worse?
The greasy potions master set a steaming goblet on the table in front of Lupin.
"Better take it when you can, Lupin, or something... might... happen..." he drawled.
Harry had to give it to him- Snape certainly knew how to instill fear in even the calmest person.
Lupin said nothing, but downed the contents of the goblet and made a face. "Well, thanks, Severus," he said plainly.
Seeing he had lost, Snape scowled and stormed from the room. "I made an entire cauldronful if you need anymore!" he said icily.
Anna looked longingly after him, but she too, stormed from the room and into her dormitory, slamming the door after her.
"Don't mind her."
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Whither Thou Goest
FanfictionHarry is back for his third year at Hogwarts with the threats of a murderer out to get him. Maybe it's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and his cold assistant, or the Grim-like dog and black cat that seems to follow him wherever he go...
