𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗔𝗥 | 𝗚. 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗬

thirty - seven | lunatic lupin

GRYFFINDOR HAD WON THR QUIDDITH CUP WITH THE HELP OF LUNATIC LUPIN. Artemis had taken a huge risk as the newest Gryffindor Beater as the game had tied. The seekers were head to head in pursuit of the snitch when Artemis Lupin made her crazy move, forever placing the title Lunatic Lupin. In a quick impulsive move, Artemis had performed a bludger backbeat, which meant she hit the bludger dead on with backward swing. It caused an immense confusion for the player, and they didn't seem the bludger coming until the Ravenclaw seeker had been hit. It was just as he was reaching the snitch coach, and Ginny swooped in once he had been hit.

The Quidditch season had ended with a huge victory, but now that the games were done, the tests for the fifth years had begun.

The exams were quite terrible, if Artemis were being honest and she had studied fairly well since George had left. Her productivity had gone up tremendously since April. Yet, she didn't know if it was enough as she was taking the Potions exam with the examiner. She was just glad that Snape didn't give them the test.

For once in her Hogwarts career, she didn't try to make anything explode and showcased her vast knowledge of the potion subject. The examiner had seemed really impressed.

After being let out of the exam with an early finish, Artemis was to report to Professor McGonagall's office for her careers advice. The lavender-haired girl crossed into the Transfiguration classroom, and went to the back where her office was located.

Behind the desk was Professor McGonagall with a raised brow and the hint of a smile."You're early."

"Well, Potions isn't that hard."

The professor chuckled slightly, motioning for Artemis to sit down. "Well, Miss Lupin, this meeting is to talk over any career ideas that you might have. I will help you decide which subjects for you to continue into sixth year. Have you thought about any of this?"

Had she? Well, the answer was definitely yes. She had given a lot of critical thought to her future, especially after the dreams began. She knew she had what it took to go professional with Quidditch. It was what she loved, and there was no denying that passion.

She didn't want to get stuck fighting bad guys for the rest her life. Her mum was a legendary Auror, but she did not want to follow in her footsteps. The Ministry was corrupt, and Artemis doubted they would ever employ someone so closely associated with a werewolf.

That was the other thing. Werewolves were currently being oppressed, and have been for centuries. Artemis wanted nothing more than to make a stand for them, but to do that, she needed to be in a position where people who listen to her.

She just wanted sure of the paths she needed to take.

"If I am being honest with you,"Artemis began,"My heart knows that I want to play quidditch, and I realize that it is a ridiculously hard field to make it in. But, it's what I love. I live and breathe it, but I want to be other things too."

"I think you would make a fine player,"McGonagall spoke,"Especially after seeing your plays this past game. Miss Weasley wouldn't have been able to catch the snitch if it hadn't been for you. I can confidently say that you are an excellent beater, Artemis. Don't doubt yourself."

Artemis felt a sense of pride rush through at the praise she received from her head of house, and she felt so utterly validated."I had a few other careers in mind, you know, for after retirement and off-seasons."

"What were you thinking?"

"Healer or potioneer, but specially a healer for werewolves."

"Well, you need five core classes for that field, including Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, and Charms. All of these subject, I know you excel in. I have complete confidence in you."

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"There's something wrong,"Harry grabbed Artemis by the arm the next morning, pulling her up the boys' dormitory for privacy.

It was not Artemis' first venture into the boys' dormitory, but she had never been in Harry's dorm exactly. Despite the similar lay out, it was different form George's bunk.

George Weasley's hunk had been neat, almost, with notes strewn on his desk with idea for prank products. His desk had a framed moving picture of him spinning Artemis at the Yule Ball, her face lit up in vibrant bliss. On his four poster bed were pinned sketches of Artemis' works in the wood.

Harry's dorm was nothing like that. His bed was messy, like the boy had a method to the chaos. On his bedside table was a photo book that contained photographs of his parents. There were other significant items like his broom tucked in by his bed with the cleaning kit Hermione had gotten him. There was one other photograph by his bed that Artemis hadn't realized he even had. It was from first year, the last day of the semester. The four of them had taken a quick photograph by the train. Harry had told him that this picture was to remind him of home. She had a similar photograph pinned on her wall beside the photograph of her, Harry, Sirius, and her parents.

Five years later, it was still home for both of them.

"What's wrong?"Artemis asked curiously, her eyes scanning her surrounding. She caught sight of Ron's side of the room, and took contents of his area. The red head has Chudley Canons posters up as well as photographs of him and Hermione from earlier this year at Christmas. Beside it was a picture of all four of them in second year after Hermione had been restored from the petrified state.

"It's Padfoot, I need to talk to him, but Umbridge has blocked all ways of communicating. He's in trouble, I know it."

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen it, they're going to kill him, I have to save him."

"The only working fireplace is in that wench's office..."Artemis sighed,"which you already know."

"If anyone can figure out a way in, it's you,"Harry pleaded.

"I can cause distraction. I've been...dying to enact my revenge anyhow. I'll muck things up around the castle, cause complete chaos. Similar to what the twins did, but this is...this is political. I can distract while you take Ron and Hermione to her office. You need to get to Sirius. I can handle the castle."

"You think that will work?"

"Only one way to find out."