"Turn to page 394," Snape ordered, walking around the front of the classroom. The students all exchanged glances.
"Excuse me sir, but where is Professor Lupin?" Harry asked. It had been the full moon the previous night and Lupin was recovering from his transformation. Snape had agreed to take Lupins place at the lecture.
"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time." Snape explained. "Page 394."
"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks." Hermione began, studying the page about Werewolves. Severus rolled his eyes and ignored her. At Lupin's request, Severus was going to teach the lesson about Werewolves. After some thought, Lupin realized that he wouldn't be able to bring himself to cover the material.
"Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a Werewolf?" Snape asked. Hermione's hand immediately went into the air and he noticed that all the other students were staring at him with blank faces.
"No one? How... disappointing." He observed before nodding toward Hermione.
"An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans responds only to the call of its own kind." She answered. Severus nodded again and turned toward the class.
"As an antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning, with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it." He flatly spoke. The whole class groaned.
"But sir, its Quidditch tomorrow." Harry pouted.
"Well, I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limbs will not excuse you. Page 394." He snapped before starting the lecture.
The next day during the Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff Quidditch game it was pouring rain. Rose and McGonagall were bundled up in the back of the Professor's box. They both held onto a large umbrella that they were sharing to prevent the large gusts of wind from taking it. Toward the end of the game when the two seekers were going for the snitch the Professors lost Harry in the clouds.
Rose began to nervously fiddle with her coat strings. And after what seemed like forever Harry began to fall from the sky. Rose grabbed McGonagall's arm out of fear.
"Harry!" She shouted. All of a sudden Dumbledore rose to his feet, a look of rage on his face.
"ARRESTO MOMENTUM" He shouted, slowing Harry's decent. Rose and McGonagall hurried from the box down to the stadium where they then carried him from the field to the hospital wing.
A few weeks later Harry had been gifted the Mauderers Map and used it to sneak into Homemade. He was joining Ron and Hermione to the Three Broomsticks Inn when they saw Rose, McGonagall, and the Minister of Magic being led into the tavern by the landlady Rosmerta. The three students exchanged glances.
"Rosmerta! I trust business is good?" The minister greeted her. Rosmerta stuck her nose up,
"It'd be a right sight better if the Ministry wasn't sending Dementors into my pub every other night." She snapped, crossing her arms. Rose sniffled and wiped her nose with a handkerchief. She had been sick for the past few days and miserable but McGonagall asked her to tag along to this meeting.
"We have a killer on the loose." Fudge pointed out, trying to defend his actions as the Minister of Magic.
"Sirius Black? In Hogsmeade! And what would bring him here?" Rosmerta snapped sarcastically.
"Harry Potter." Fudge then led them upstairs. To Ron and Hermione's dismay, Harry followed with his invisibility cloak.
Rose sat in an armchair by the fire, she removed her hat, but for fear of making her illness worse left her winter robes on. She sneezed and fiddled with her handkerchief.
"So tell me what is this about," Rosmerta demanded. McGonagall removed her winter outer robes and explained.
"Years ago, when Harry Potter's parents realized they were marked for death, they went into hiding. Few knew where they were. Rose here knew. And another one who did was Black. And he told You-Know-Who." McGonagall explained. Rose shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
"He led You-Know-Who to them that night and he killed one of their friends Peter Pettigrew." Fudge continued.
"Peter Pettigrew?" Rosmerta asked as McGonagall sat on one of the couches.
"Yes, little lump of a boy? Always tagging after Sirius Black and James." McGonagall explained.
"Oh! I do remember him. Never let James and Sirius out of his sight. What's he got to do with it?" Rosmerta asked. Fudge poured himself a drink.
"He went and tried to warn the Potters and ran into Sirius Black." McGonagall began.
"Black was vicious. He didn't kill Pettigrew. He destroyed him. A finger. That's all that was left. A finger." Fudge explained.
"Sirius Black may not have put his hands to the Potters, but he's the reason they're dead. And now he wants to finish what he started." McGonagall spoke up. Harry looked at Rose in the corner and noticed that she was looking upset. He thought about what she told him and tried to believe it through his anger.
"I don't believe it," Rosmerta exclaimed, sitting beside McGonagall on the couch.
"Well, it's worse." Fudge frowned, sipping from his glass.
"How can it be worse?" Rosmerta asked, crossing her arms.
"Sirius Black is Harry's Godfather," Rose spoke up from the corner.
Later that evening Rose was back in her room. She was miserable. Between coughs and sniffs, she was trying to write up a test for the next day. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." She drearily spoke. Severus entered the room and sat on the bed.
"How are you doing?" He asked. He had brewed her a potion to help her sleep easier with the cold and had come to drop it off to her.
"Terrible." She coughed. "And even worse after that meeting in Hogsmeade today."
"This should help." Severus passed her the potion, "It clears up the coughing and sniffling when you're trying to sleep." Rose took the bottle and thanked him, smiling a bit.
"What was the meeting about?" Severus asked as Rose began to write a few more questions on the test.
"Rosmerta has been a bit uptight and nosey about everything. The Minister and McGonagall felt that it was a good idea to tell her about everything involving Harry and Sirius." Rose explained.
"I'm sorry you keep having to hear about him," Severus answered. Rose was quiet for a long time and got up to sit beside Severus.
"It's just hard. I've gone over it in my head for so many hours. I just don't understand how he could have. I told Harry this, but I can't bring myself to believe he was responsible. I thought I knew him." Rose sadly spoke getting a bit choked up. Tears sprung up in her eyes. Severus saw this and frowned, he gently wrapped an arm around her and held her as she began to sniffle and softly cry into his chest.