It was the first day of Remus Lupin's third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The morning smelled of sea salt and sweat roses, Sirius Black, a handsome black haired Gryffindor was still fast asleep on his coat bed. It didn't matter; Sirius had never been the early bird. I headed down the spiral stair-case and down to the Common Room. The full-moon was only three days away; it would certainly make a great first impression. The third day of school and I was already absent. I wondered most about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Ted H. Arabs. ('The son of Harry Ted' seemed like a strange name.)
I remember how strangely the other teachers acted about him; Even Dumbledore seemed uncertain. Professor Flitwick was unnaturally quiet and Professor McGonagall was whispering to Slughorn the entire time.
I also overheard a Hufflepuff girl go on and on about how he simply appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the night and used dark magic to threaten Dumbledore. But, that could be right. Dumbledore was the strongest wizard I know and would never allow someone dangerous…
Okay, my very existence at this school contradicts that statement. I'm a werewolf. Every full moon, I become a terrifying monster and have to be locked away in case I bite anyone. Dumbledore believed that even werewolves deserved a chance at education so he permitted me into Hogwarts. When no other Headmaster or Mistress would have. I am grateful.
Note: Just last year, James, Sirius and Peter found out that I'm a werewolf. They all panicked at first, but become my friends again after…
"Whhaupped!" A loud voice rang though Gryffindor tower, I heard glass break as I ran up the stairs in full stride.
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I shouldn't have been worried, another way to say I should have gotten used to this by now. Sirius was on the floor, he was wearing a pink, muggle butterfly T-shirt, signed Lily Evans (P.S. Leave Sev alone or else!)
James was next to him mutter curses and counter jinxes under his breath. It was actually better than last year, I don't even want to think about it.
Also about seven James admires were screaming angrily across from each other. One girl ran down the stair, probably planning to yell at Lily. I wondered how she planned this scam. I don't recall her running past me in the doorway.
So, by the time we got the 'pink jinx' off of Sirius we were already late for class. Worrying about first appearances, Tsk, Tsk.
Ironically enough, Defense Against the Dark Arts just happened to be my first period. The four of us slipped in as quietly as mice in the back of the room. Professor Arabs was giving a long lecture on dementors, when we walked in:
A Dementor is a Dark creature, considered one of the foulest to inhabit the world. Dementors feed off human happiness, and thus cause depression and despair to anyone near them. They can also consume a person's soul, leaving their victims in a permanent vegetative state, and thus are often referred to as "soul-sucking fiends" and are known to leave a person as an "empty-shell."
The Ministry of Magic employed dementors as the guards of Azkaban prison.
They are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them... Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself...soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life.
More can be found on them in "The Standard Book of Spells." Page 18
I'll be passing out worksheets, that are expected to be done by the end of class. Any Questions?
No one raised their hands, so with one flick of the wand. A small bundle of papers flow from his desk. Separated and landed on our desks.
Begin.
I sat down to work. The questions were extremely hard, also we were supposed to be learning about Boggarts and Red Caps. Dementors were Seventh Year Level and most wizards couldn't even cast patronus charm.
3) In What Year was the Patronus Charm created?
Where are we supposed to find that?
I swapped though my book looking for the answer, until…
I felt something very odd and as I turned around. Ted Harry Arabs was standing right behind me. He was clutching his wand so hard his knuckles turned completely white. His face was deeply composed, but his eyes showed something hatred, angry and pain.
For a brief moment we stood next to each other, glaring and the next he had swept passed me and returned to his desk.