A\N, this is my first ever fic, sorry about the grammer but its not my strong point, please leave reviews as I would love to know what you think.
It was the start of the new term at hogwarts, and harry was nervous about his first class of the year, however that wasn't what was bugging him the most at the moment. He was sat at his usual place in the great hall when all of a sudden he noticed a slytherin member whispering and eying up a grifindor evily. He had been warned about this particular slytherin, and he had done his research on why.
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That night as he laid in bed, harry could not get the image of his. first year out of his head, the way draco looked at him on his first day the, slytherin boytoday had the exact same look, although that was no supprise seen as though it was young scorpious malfoy who he had seen.
As harry awoke the next morning he peered at his class schedule for the term only to find that his worst fears had been realised, first class was Third year, grifindor and slytherin. "great" he muttered to himself "what are the chances"
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"goodmorning class, I see we are missing a few people this morning" harry said looking round his classroom.
"goodmorning professor potter" chanted the class back.
"now before we start, can anyone tell me where young malfoy is?"
"i saw him steal some sweets from my cousin" piped up a small voice from a red haired girl, whom harry recognised instantly as being rose weasley, daughter of his best friends, ron and hermione.
"great so he'll be vomiting in the Hospital wing then" harry muttered to himself, "severus" he called out, and two secconds later a cold chill ran through the room as the ghost of a sallow skinned, long haired man appeared.
"i may be dead potter, but i'd prefer If the children still knew me as professor snape" said the ghost of the old potions master.
"i am sorry professor, but could you try and find young mr. Malfoy please. I believe he has had some weasley products so the obvious places first yeah?" replied harry.
"at once" severus replied and drifted out.
"now then class, I hear your teachings in this subject have been about as patchy as mine, however, as head aura and newly announced head of grifindor house, I intend to be with you for a while. Now can anyone tell me the diference between an animagus and a warewolf?" Harry asked and rose's hand shot up reminding him Of her mother, however something else caught his eye, scorpius malfoy walked through the door followed bu the ghost of severus. "perhaps you can answer the question malfoy? Animagus and warewolf, differences please?" As he spoke the whole class turned to see a boy with slicked back bleach blond hair enter the room covered in boils, and burst out laughing "now class dont laugh, this must be humiliating enough without that. Anyway malfoy, answer please?"
"i dont know professor" malfoy explained looking at his feet.
"well first, you dont turn up to My lesson on time, then I hear stories of you stealing sweats, then you fail to answer my question, and to top it all off, you dont even apologise for disrupting my class, ten points from slytherin." Harry then focused his attention on rose, whose hand was still high "yes rose, the difference is?"
"well sir, an animagus chooses to change form at will, however a warewolf changes form by force in keeping with a monthly cycle." Explained rose, shooting a smug glance to scorpius.
"excelent rose, five points to grifindor."
As the bell rang, the students got up and left and harry caught a quick glance of scorpius glaring at rose and sighed.