A Son's Tale

Chapter 9: History of Magic and Mind Talk

His next class was History of Magic, which he was looking foward to.

When he entered the room with Draco, Sirius was not there. Ron and Hermione were already there. He and Draco sat in the front row, in front of them. This is going to be cool. Jason thought.

"Yeah, it will."

"Ron, are you speaking to me in my thoughts?"

"Yeah, Hermione looked it up, now we can talk and dragon boy next to you won't hear."

"You know, he's actually nice if you can believe it".

"That's because you're Snape's son." Hermione said.

"Yeah, I suppose. This is really cool guys" Jason said.

"So what's life like with the Slytherins?" Ron asked

"I have my own room! Apparently, the Slytherins have always had separent rooms. None of the others do though."

"WHAT! That's not fair!" Ron was indignant.

"Yeah, and there are bewitched windows in all of them, Zabini's overlooks the Quidditch Pitch and Goyle's is somewhere in the mountains. According to Draco, there are trolls that are always fighting and they watch them when they get bored."

"Figures." Ron sulked.

"My room used to be my dad's. There's a portrait of Salazar Slytherin in there. He's in the Chamber of Secrets with the Basilisk. I can talk to both of them in parsletongue. He seems to respect me because I can speak it."

"Wow Har- Jason, sorry this will take some getting used to. Especially with you not around in the common room. Everyone misses you there. They keep asking us if we saw you over the summer and stuff." Hermione said.

"Huh. I was under the impression that half the time their pride and the other half, their scapegoat. When I messed up, they hated me."

"Well Jason, they liked you deep down, they just never could come close to relating to you." Sirius entered the room.

"Right, I realize many of you sleep during this class with the possible exeption of Hermione. I understand as Binns was here back in my day. Me and my friends, Professor Lupin included, never payed much attention in it either. I will make it much more interesting. So a couple things. Don't call me Professor Black, that's just stupid and to formal for me. Just call me Sirius. Now I'm sure everyone has heard of the legendary Marauders but no one knows who they were." The class stared at him. "I know as I was one of them. It was me, James Potter, Profeessor Lupin, and the worm Peter Petegrew. Anyway, some days I may feel like slacking off so we are going to have an enjoyable year." Seamus raised his hand.

"Seamus?"

"Is it true you changed Snape's hair pink in his second year?" he asked. Sirius laughed.

"Oh yes we did. Now how do you know about that?"

"Professor Flitwick told us when he talked about color changing spells."

"Oh yes, that was nothing to changing the entire Slytherin House's hair, skin, and clothes a flashing red and gold." Every Gryffindor in the room fell out of their seats in laughter.

The class was really interesting. They were learning about the History of the Dark Arts which was extremly interesting. Sirius knew quite alot about dementors. Apparently, they were a creature breeded by Salazar Slytherin to guard Azkaban. They were breeded from a Lethifold, a mercifully rare creature that resemles a black cloak about an inch thick that glides around the ground at night.

"The Patronus is the ony thing that will repel a Lethifold. I'm sure Professor Lupin will explain it this year." Sirius said. "Dementor, as you know, feed on happiness and hope, leaving a person with only his or her worst memories." Dean raised his hand.

"Sirius, what's under a Dementor's hood?" Jason shivered.

"A dementor only lowers its hood to preform it's last weapon, the Kiss. There is a gaping hole there where the mouth would be. It'll clamp it's mouth over yours and suck out your soul." the whole room shivered.

The lesson, over all, was one of the best they'd been in. Even Draco liked it. History of Magic quickly became everyone's favorate subject.