Chapter Two:
The Return of the Worst Class Ever
"LUPIN!" Remus looked up. Only back for a day and already he was in trouble.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Are you paying attention?" it was Professor Windol.
"Yes." He was. His eyes had been closed, but he had been listening.
"What did I say?" Windol sneered.
Remus sighed inwardly and said, "When preparing a forgetfulness potion, one must be sure to add only a dash of alstronium. To not add enough would result in the potion turning pink, while adding too much would result in the entire potion converting itself and the cauldron in which it was prepared into a vile silver smoke whose only useful attributes are its ability to melt stone walls and send werewolves into an epileptic seizure. Many people are also allergic to the smoke produced and are not necessarily werewolves. Any student who adds too much will fail this assignment instantly and without delay."
"You will do well to keep that in mind, Lupin. Begin your potion, class."
Great, thought Remus, Peter and I are partnered to prepare a potion that could be harmful to werewolves. I am doomed.
Despite Remus's fears, the potionseemed to be goingwell. Just as Remus was starting to feel as anxious as he normally did (instead of more anxious), There was a soft pop! And vile silver smoke started pouring out of the cauldron. He dropped to the floor, unable to breath and unable to think.
"PROFESSOR WINDOL!" Peter yelled through the smoke. Windol turned, glided over, and cleared the smoke with a wave of his wand.
"I warned you, boy." He addressed Remus who was lying on the floor, shaking. "Pettigrew, Longbottom, take him to the Hospital wing, now." Frank and Peter picked Remus up and carried him to the Hospital wing.
Madame Pomfrey ushered them in and had them lay him down on a bed. "That will do." She said to them "Get back to class. And Pettigrew, you and your friends may not come visit until at least tomorrow."
The three remaining Marauders walked gloomily into DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) and quietly sat down. Ravenloft entered the room and surveyed the class. Her gaze rested on Sirius.
"Black, where is Lupin?"
"Hospital Wing." She nodded, satisfied at his answer, and then addressed the class. "Turn to chapter one and begin copying. Potter, keep track of all assignments for Lupin."
This class went by normally until a Gryffindor girl emitted a loud shriek. All attention was directed at her.
"Gracewalk, what is the problem?" Julia Gracewalk, who was terrified of Malfoy and his gang, would under normal circumstances never have told on them.
"Malfoy just pulled my hair, Professor Ravenloft."
"Malfoy, you have just lost 10 points for disrupting class.
It looked like Gryffindor might get a head start and again win the house cup, if Malfoy was any indication. He had lost points in this class last year, and those points had made the difference between victory and defeat.
The remainder of class went quite well. The bell seemed to take a long time to ring, but finally it went off.
"Class dismissed."
