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Chapter Eleven: Shocking Revelations
It had been five days since that fateful day at Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; the day that changed many peoples' lives. When Voldemort's deatheaters attacked, it proved once and for all the one thing that Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, was determined to overlook. Voldemort had indeed returned to power, and the entire wizarding world was turned upside down.
Meanwhile, at Hogworts, life returned to a relatively normal state. The castle and grounds were cleaned so well that one could not tell that a battle taken place less than a week ago. Classes resumed, and many students tried to continue on as if nothing had occurred.
Harry sat alone at the small table in the back of Madame Trelawney's classroom. The smoky fumes that filled the room had always made Harry feel rather drowsy. He sat with his head propped up in his hands, willing himself not to fall asleep. He heard Madame Trelawney rambling on about something or another, yet her voice seemed far away. If Ron were here, they would probably be rolling their eyes and making fun of Trelawney, while Neville would be breaking one thing or another. Divination, in Harry's point of view, was all but unbearable without the comic ways of Ron, and the distractions from Neville.
He was jerked out of his daydreams when he realized that the entire class was now staring at him. He unconsciously straightened and cleared his throat saying meekly, "Uhh, sorry Professor."
She looked irritated, but instead moved on with her explanation.
Harry shook his head and tried to pay attention, but the heavy perfume seemed to cloud his mind. Towards the end of class something odd happened. Well, it would be odd if you hadn't been in her class before. In mid-sentence she suddenly gasped, tears springing to her eyes and she turned to face Harry.
He inwardly groaned. "Not again," he mumbled.
She looked terrified as she said sadly, "Oh Harry dear…"
"What is it Professor?" Lavender asked earnestly.
"I have seen death my dear!" She said dramatically.
Lavender and Parvati both gasped and looked at Harry in horror.
Harry groaned again and thought, "Maybe it's time to drop Divination."
Harry found refuge in Professor Lupin's class. Not only was Lupin an excellent teacher, he was one that Harry could really trust. As he took his seat next to Hermione, he noticed that she was looking rather odd.
"Everything all right, Hermione?" he asked.
She was staring at Professor Lupin with a confused look on her face. She slowly tore her eyes from him and glanced at Harry, saying, "Does Professor Lupin look alright to you?"
Harry looked at Lupin. He didn't notice anything different; same hair, same face…then he saw it. There was something about his eyes that unnerved him. The kindly, sweet look in his eyes was replaced by something cold. Anger.
He turned back to Hermione and whispered, "Does he look angry to you?"
She nodded and added, "He doesn't look right Harry. Something is wrong."
He shrugged and said, "Well, maybe he's just having a bad day." Though, he had a hard time trying to sound convinced himself.
Throughout class Harry paid close attention to the way Professor Lupin acted. All too soon, class ended. As he got up to leave he felt a strong hand grasp him on the shoulder.
"Can have a word with you, Harry?" Lupin asked.
"Um, sure Professor." He turned to Hermione, saying, "See you at dinner."
She nodded uncertainly and turned to leave. When she was gone, Harry looked at Lupin and asked, "You wanted to tell me something, Professor?"
Lupin had his back facing Harry, and didn't make a sound.
"Umm, Professor." Harry started.
He turned quickly and faced him. Harry was shocked by his appearance. In the place of the kindly trustful man Harry knew and liked, was a man who looked evil; his eyes dark and threatening.
Harry took a step back but was grabbed by the arm.
"Potter," he said, "My master will be very pleased."
Harry was beginning to feel frightened. "What do you mean, 'your master'?" he asked hesitantly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was Professor Lupin, one of the marauders, one of his dad's best friends. He couldn't be in league with Voldemort…could he?
Lupin smiled evilly and pulled out a small watch from his pocket.
Harry turned to run, but he was suddenly grabbed painfully by the shoulder. Almost instantly, he felt as if a hook appeared behind his naval. He could feel Professor Lupin next to him as his feet were lifted off of the ground. The last thing he saw was the Defense Against the Dark Art classroom spinning around before he closed his eyes.
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