The Monster At The End Of This Book

Chapter 10

The Defense Against The Dark Arts Classroom

The sixth-year Gryffindors and Slytherins arrived early and in large groups, as if piling into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom would make the class start prematurely. Ten minutes before the class was set to start, every student was present and fidgeting in their seat. Some of the students were worried that the class would be similar in nature as the infamous Umbridge classes, and they would only be reading and writing out the spells rather than actually using magic. Others were excited about the opportunity to learn defensive magic from a different viewpoint, even if the new Professors couldn't perform magic.

Sam and Dean Winchester were waiting in their office, as uneasy as the students in the other room.

"Rock-paper-scissors? Loser leads the class?" Dean suggested with a hint of worry in his usually confident voice. Sam considered this for a moment before answering.

"Deal. Ready?" Dean nodded.

"Rock. Paper. Scissors!" They chanted in unison. Dean chose scissors, and won over Sam's paper. The older hunter smiled while Sam sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but you're introducing yourself. Let's go."

The two Professors exited the office and was shocked at the number of students staring at them. The vast room, filled with books and a large dragon's skeleton hanging from the ceiling, was abnormally silent. Dean tugged uncomfortably on his blue robes as they walked up to the front of the class.

"Good morning class," Sam said with a false sense of self-assurance. When no one returned the greeting, he looked to his brother for support.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam. We're, uh, your new teachers." A girl sitting in the front row's hand shot up into the air.

"Uh, yes? And your name is?" Sam questioned.

"Adalena Ajkeel, Slytherin house," She replied as she tossed her mahogany colored hair over her shoulder. "Is it true you guys have killed creatures like Chupacabras?"

"Yes we have...dealt... with a Chupacabra when Dean and I were young. Any other questions?" Sam asked before the girl could press further. Almost everyone raised their hands as Sam and Dean exchanged a look. This was going to be a long class.

The Defense Against The Dark Arts Classroom

The First Seat In the Last Row

William took the chair next to Fletcher, who promptly turned to him. "Where were you this morning? I didn't see you at breakfast."

"Oh, yeah. I slept in." William lied. In truth, he was in the library looking up the laws regarding vampires, trying to find any loophole for his sister. According to the books, even if you were only a half-vampire, the Ministry still sees you as the same threat level as a full blood. Last night in the common room, Fletcher explained his concern to William, saying that he might be obsessing over this a little too much.

It's because he's an only child. He's never had to worry about being seen as different or having people be mean just because of your family. William thought bitterly. And it was that night that he vowed that he would not talk to Fletcher about this subject anymore.

"Well, man, at least you look better than yesterday. You ready for class?" William nodded, but as soon as the students all started asking questions, he found his mind wandering.

Soon, Fletcher was shaking his arm, yanking him out of his daze.

"Hey, class is over, dude." William looked around in surprise and saw everyone leaving. They collected their books and the two started towards their next class.

The Great Hall

The owl arrived unexpectedly, but arrived nevertheless. It was a large, dark brown one that was unfamiliar to William, seeing as his was a small white spotted one. The owl flew effortlessly over the students in the Great Hall, and landed confidently in front of William's empty dinner plate. When he didn't acknowledge her presence as fast as she thought he should, she bit him hard on his forearm.

"Hey!" William cried as he jerked his arm back and hit a bowl, causing a sausage to roll out. The bird dropped an envelope on the table and flew off in disgust. He turned his attention back to the note addressed to one "William Walsh Prang". Shocked at seeing his middle name written down, he broke the wax seal and slowly unfolded the letter.

"Mr. Prang-

We have heard of the injustice your sister and family have faced at the malicious hands of the Ministry of Magic. This is why I write to you now, as I ask for your consideration to aid us in the reformation of the unjust laws that our leaders have lay before our world. We ask that even if you decide to not join our cause, that you keep complete silence of this letter and it's contents. Telling friends or family could put you and your sister in danger. We humbly implore you to join us so innocent children can have the experiences that they deserve, such as the attendance of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you wish to make a difference, write us a confirmation and the owl will come back at this time tomorrow to pick it up. Thank you, Mr. Prang.

Sincerely,

The Advancement Of Vampire Rights (TAVR)"

William read through the letter twice, so engrossed in the words that he didn't notice Fletcher sit down next to him.

"Hey, whatcha got there?" Fletch asked curiously as he peered over William's shoulder to try to see the letter.

"Nothing." William said quickly as he hid the letter in his robes. Fletcher gave his friend an odd look, but dropped the subject.

William kept to himself the rest of dinner and ignored all of Fletcher's attempt at conversation, including his concern over the lack of food on William's completely clean plate. He was too busy mentally drafting his acceptance letter to worry about something as minor as eating dinner. He excused himself early from dinner so he could write in the dorm without having to worry about someone looking over his shoulder.