Finding the Truth (Being edited)

chapter 4 -

"Well... I... he... my mum" was all Ciarra managed to get out at first, then it all came out in one huge breath"Onthenightyouknowwhokilledharry'sparentssiriusblackwentbonkerscamebackandkilledmymuminfrontofmyDad"

Hermione stared at Ciarra trying to make a little sense out of what she just said.

"A little slower"

"On the night you-know-who killed Harry's parents Sirius Black, who was and still is a huge supporter of him, went mad he came back to my parents house ,I was at my mums friends house, when he got to the house he was fuming apprently objects starting blowing up around the house it was obviously random hits but one of the objects wasn't an object it was my..... mum all that stood in her place was a load of flames at that Sirius Black screaming like a lunatic,"

Hermione watched Ciarra eyes wide and if it had been a cartoon her mouth would of hit the floor. She couldn't think of anything comforting to  so just wrapped her arm around Ciarra and walked her back to the classroom to collect there bags.

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In no time at all, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favorite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin. 

"Look at the state of his robes," Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. "He dresses like our old house elf." 

But no one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and frayed. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first. After Boggarts, they studied Red Caps, nasty little goblin-like creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost. From Red Caps they moved on to Kappas, creepy. water-dwellers that looked like scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds. 

Ciarra only wished he was as happy with some of his other classes. Worst of all was Potions. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, and no one was in any doubt why. The story of the Boggart assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had traveled through the school like wildfire. Snape didn't seem to find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever and he seemed to hate her for no reason she could think of too. 

Ciarra was also growing to dread the hours she spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, or the fact when ever Professor Trelawny spoke to her she spent the conversation looking at Ciarra's mouth. She couldn't like Professor Trelawney, even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't. 

Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which, after the action-packed first class, had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence. They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence. 

"Why would anyone bother looking after them?" said Ron, after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the flobberworms' throats. 

At the start of October, however, Ciarra had something else to occupy herself with, something so enjoyable it more than made up for her unsatisfactory classes. The Quidditch season was approaching, and Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.  Ciarra had tried out for chaser and got a place.