Title: A Self-Proclaimed Black
Author: Penmanboat
Rating: T
Warnings: Spoilers for book 7. Sadness. Feels.
Prologue
"Professor! Professor!" a small child in the back of the room called out.
"You add the dragon's foot to the brew and wait for about three minutes until it turns green. Then you know it's safe for you to add the draught of oak."
"Professor!" the same child drowned out.
"What is it Charles?" the professor closed the book around her finger and stared at the young child. He had a habit of disrupting her class.
"Tomorrow is the anniversary! Do we really have to have potions class?"
"For the last time, Charles, just because Hogwarts almost fell seven years ago doesn't mean potions class stops. Now back to the lesson," she went back to teaching the class. But the deed was done. The class was no longer focused on the potion they were making. Their minds were filled with thoughts of the Battle of Hogwarts and the ceremony tomorrow.
"Professor?" a blonde Ravenclaw piped up.
"Yes, Jessica? What is it?"
"What was it that you fought for that day?"
The teacher stood there for a second pondering what the girl asked, "What did I fight for?" She went to her desk and showed her first-years the picture that perked her up when she was sad, made her cry when no one was looking, and made her remember every day.
"This is what I fought for." The class reacted with a small silence before another student, this one a young and brave Gryffindor, asked, "What happened?"
Sometimes she got tired of telling this story, it was such a sad tale, but the new generations should know the stories of the old.
"Alright, everyone get comfortable," she sat down on a stool, "let me tell you a tale."
AN: I would love it if you could tell me your thoughts on this so far. This is probably going to be a lot of scenarios with these characters that will eventually lead to the Battle of Hogwarts.