Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling.
"Azrael, come here." My mother's voice called out, summoning me upstairs to her room. I put down the family spell book I was flipping through, leaving it on the black coffee table as I hurried up the curved marble staircase to my parent's room.
"Yes?" I questioned as I poked my head into the posh bedroom and spotted my mother resting on the corner of the king sized bed. As soon as she heard my voice she waved me over to join her on the bed. Sitting down on the dark grey bedspread, my gaze travelled around the room, looking at all the family heirlooms scattered about. It was like living in a museum, and growing up I was never really able to play and run around the house in risk of breaking something that once belonged to my great uncle, twice removed. My mother's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and back into reality.
"Your schedule came in the mail, and I wanted to talk to you about it." She rushed out, sounding slightly panicked. Was there something weird about my classes? Did I not get high enough marks on my exams? My eyes met hers, but they betrayed no emotion, leaving me clueless as to what was going on. I simply nodded, signaling her to continue. I watched carefully as she opened up the letter and pulled out my sixth year schedule. She handed it to me, her ivory hand shaking ever so slightly. Okay, this was a tad bit creepy. Gabrielle Scholl didn't shake. I hadn't ever really seen my mother nervous before, so she must be expecting some negative reaction from me. My heart raced as I took the piece of parchment and scanned it, trying to determine what was causing my mother's stress. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed that I had Potions with the Gryffindor students again this year. "Seamus." I thought, trying to conceal my smile. I had grown closer to the Irish Gryffindor last year, and when the friendship turned into more, we had to keep it a secret, because our separate groups of friends wouldn't approve, and my strict pureblood parents wouldn't approve either. It was hard to keep a secret, but at least we would have a class together. But that certainly wasn't what was causing my mother to act this way, she didn't know about our secret meetings in the corridors or the kisses in Hogsmeade. I tried to hand the paper back to her, but she shook her head and pushed it back into my hands. Furrowing my brow, I read it over again, still not noticing anything strange about the classes I was taking. She cleared her throat before reaching over my arm and pointing out who my Potions teacher was to be.
"What?!" I exclaimed, turning to face her, my forest green eyes searching her face. My father was not going to be my teacher. It wasn't possible. I had to be dreaming. Did I fall asleep on the couch downstairs and dream this whole thing up? There wasn't anyone else that could take the job? What happened to Professor Snape? There were a million questions flying through my mind, and I didn't think my mother would be able to answer them all. This wasn't happening. It just couldn't. My mind was playing tricks on me, that's all. He couldn't be at school with me! How embarrassing! As terrible as it sounds, I was only concerned about one thing- how would I be able to meet up with Seamus if my dad was there at the school with me? He was always a bit overprotective, and according to my mother, always worried about me while I was away at Hogwarts. Now he'd probably micromanage my time to make sure I wasn't getting into any trouble. Great, this was just great. I shook my head, handing the schedule back to my mother. Nope, it wasn't true, I wouldn't let it.
My mother tucked a loose wave of my hair behind my ear with a small smile. "I know what you're thinking Az and I know you're trying to deny it, but it really won't be that bad." She said quietly, trying to cheer me up. I appreciated her effort, but it just wasn't helping. I felt like whining and complaining about it to all my friends, but it would fall onto deaf ears because they wouldn't be able to change it either.
I couldn't hold eye contact with her without losing it and turning into a total brat, so I dropped my gaze to my lap. "Is he going to be the Head of the Slytherin House?" I mumbled, picking at the lavender nail polish that I meant to remove last night.
"Well, yes." She confirmed, trying to hide the pride in her voice. Sure, I was proud of my dad for getting the position, but part of me wished that he had waited until I was out of Hogwarts. The last thing I wanted was him to be watching my every move or babying me in front of my class and house. "Professor Snape was moved to the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, and they decided to let someone else be the Head of Slytherin for a year." I released a loud sigh before composing myself. There wasn't any point in pouting about if for the next two weeks, I might as well try to make the best of the remaining summer holiday and my sixth year at Hogwarts.
"Thanks for telling me." I said towards my mother as she wrapped her bony arm around me, pulling me in for a slightly awkward side hug. I couldn't help but laugh as her light brown hair overtook my face. Even though my parents could be strict, I still loved them and appreciated their effort.
"Since the term is starting in two weeks, why don't we go down the Diagon Alley to get your books and new robes?" My mother suggested as she stood up and smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles out of her skirt. I nodded in reply as I slid off the bed to stand. "Maybe you'll see some of your friends there." She added with a smile and wink in my direction. Rolling my eyes, I followed her out of the room and downstairs towards the fireplace that was connected to the Floo Network. This was certainly going to be an eventful year.
A/N: This is my first time ever publishing anything, so reviews and plot ideas/tips are greatly appreciated!