A.N: This chapter is inspired by Teen Wolf, episode 4x02, and if you watch the show religiously like I do, then you'll know which part I mean once you read it. That show is really great, and I really love this part. If you don't watch it however, or you haven't reached Season 4 yet, then fear not. This reveals nothing, gives no spoilers away, and it has nothing to do with Teen Wolf. It merely is a scene I found quite funny. Thank you everyone. Also, I'm going to be doing a lot of TV/Film Scene inspired chapters, so I hope you'll stick with me for them. This one is short, just because I'm going to my friend's house tomorrow night for a party, and I'll probably only have time to write another short one then. This one isn't really Hinny, more so Ginny kicking ass. Hope you like it!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, or Harry Potter, or anything really. Also the paragraph below is mainly taken from Harry Potter Wiki. Just putting that out there.

"Gellert Grindewald, the infamous dark wizard, was a complex figure in his day, highly idealistic, however marred by socipatic tendancies and his links with the Dark Arts. He was a revolutionary figure, operating outside of the law. Despite not being a wanton killer or a torturer, he and his followers - of which there was many - did commit serveral crimes, including numerous known murders. Born in 1882, this puts him at the age of seventeen when he sought to create an army of Inferi. It is unkown whether he was successful. Who can tell me what Inferi are?"

Kingsley Shacklebolt was the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Art teacher - a position with big boots to fill. Kingsley was a respectable man, and his reputation as both an Auror and an Order of the Pheonix member was remarkable. He was also a kind man, and this remided them of their previous Professor, Remus Lupin. However, he was incredibly dull when giving lectures. And sadly, seeing as many Seventh Years who should of been in their Seventh Year during the Battle of Hogwarts, had returned to resume their schooling, alongside the actual Seventh Years, they needed a hell of a lot of revision. So, each class consisted of an hour long lecture, given to them by Professor Shacklebolt.

Hermione quite enjoyed his lectures, being one of the few. She knew most of the answers, and she liked knowing things. Harry, oddly enough, liked his lessons too. He was good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and knew the answers too. Ron, however, despised it. He wasn't very good at either listening or knowing, and this meant he was confinded to doing only one thing in Kingsley's lessons - sleeping. Ginny also didn't like the how the Professor taught, even if she did like the Professor himself. She could perform the spells, very well too, but she couldn't tell you much about them. She wasn't a huge fan of the whole school side of school. She didn't mind learning, but found she couldn't remember lots of information, and had trouble organising. Despite being a very intelligent girl, she wasn't very academic in a sense.

"Sir, Inferi are the bodies of those who have passed, reanimated by a Dark Wizard. They are similar, but intrinsically distinct from zombies. They are created by using Necromancy."

"Correct, Miss Granger."

Ginny rolled her eyes. She loved Hermione, but she didn't love that she knew everything.

Sat quite near the back of the room, Ginny had a clear view of everybody else. She could see Harry, two seat in front and one to the left of her. He would occassionally turn around and flash her a smile. Then Hermione, of course, was at the front. Ron was one behind Harry, and Ginny could see him fast asleep on the desk, as usual. She stifled a laugh, as his head rolled off the desk, and he woke himself up. But a mere few seconds later, he was fast asleep again.

"Can anyone tell me where Inferi can be found?"

"They are most common in Great Britain, and they dwell in the cold and darkness."

This time Harry answered. Ginny's eyes shot upon, flicking through her book. She had been busy highlighting every piece of information she could find - with her brand new Muggle invention called a highlighter, a fluorescent ink-filled object that was far more uselful than a bloody quill - that she hadn't been on the right page. She placed the highlighter in her mouth, horizontally, and bit down on it. She began to rifle through her book, and looked for the section about Inferi.

Oh, a page about the Rudimentary Body Potion. Must. Highlight. That.

"Miss Weasley, could you please tell the class what Inferi are afraid of?"

Ginny felt her stomach drop, as she slowly looked up, highlighter still in her mouth. Everybody's eyes were on her now, and it was unnerving, to have a class of thirty-something pupils look at you with such intensity. She pointed to herself, as if asking if he meant her.

"Yes, you."

"You don't mean Hermione, do you?" she joked, taking the highlighter out. She caught her friend's eyes, and she merely frowned at her.

"No, Ginny, I mean you" Kingsley clarified. "Do you know what Inferi are afraid of?"

Ginny looked down at her page, and silently scolded herself for getting distracted. "Um . . . Harry Potter?" she replied, sarcastically.

The class erupted into laughter, and even the Professor struggled to keep his mouth straight. However, his eyes gave him away.

"Yes Ginny, they are" he sighed. He perched himself on his desk, and crossed his arms. Even if he did find the youngest Weasley funny, and did quite like her, he wanted to teach her a lesson - an actual lesson.

"Can anyone else tell me what Inferi fear most?" The whole class put their hands up, even Ron, who had woken up when the class had all laughed. Ginny, however, suspected he hadn't got the faintest clue.

Ginny looked around the class, and was shocked. How could she be the only one?

"Ginny, you should of been taught that in your Sixth Year - why don't you know?"

"I had more important things to do in my Sixth Year, sir" Ginny answered, simply.

Kingsley raised an eyebrow, as he pressed further. "Like what?"

"Not getting killed" Ginny shrugged. The class was silent at this. It was not meant to be a joke, it was the truth. Kingsley merely nodded.

"Well, Ginny, I understand. You may stay behind after class, and I can go over last year's curriculum with you - "

Ginny shot to her feet, the highlighter rolling to the floor.

"What? Kingsley, you can't be serious?" she cried.

"Please let me finish, Ginny, and by the way, you call me Professor in lessons. What I was going to say was, you will stay behind, if you can't answer this question - without looking at your book, that's cheating."

Ginny sighed. "Shoot, Professor."

"How do you kill a Basilisk?"

The class immediatley fell silent, as they looked between Kingsley and Ginny, expecting Ginny to fire one of her infamous Bat-Bogey Hexes at him. Ginny glanced over to Harry, who looked both supportive, and sorry for her. Are you okay? he mouthed to her, and she just nodded, winking at him.

"Funny. Real funny."