Note: None of these characters belong to me except for Crescent. All others
belong to J.K. Rowling. This story does not follow the traditional
storyline for 'Prisoner of Azkaban'.
Potions and More
Part 3
So far, Crescent's first day of classes had gone ok. Her teachers seemed really nice and she'd done fairly well in Transfiguration. Her advanced Charms class had been very easy. She'd known a lot of the charms well, especially the summoning one, Accio.
But she was worried about her last class, the one she had with Hermione, Harry, and Ron. She'd been hearing bad things about Professor Snape all day.
She gulped softly as she walked into the classroom with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. They'd kindly invited her to sit with them. It was so obvious that she was younger than everyone else. Her small stature made sure of that.
Most of the Slytherins were staying at her, especially Draco Malfoy. Crescent recognized him; he'd been the kid with the man that had tried to force her to reveal her name.
She ignored them and sat next to Hermione, who smiled at her reassuringly. Crescent looked back nervously, as Professor Snape stood up.
"I was told a first-year Gryffindor would be joining us," he said slowly, as the Gryffindors tensed. Snape always played favorites. They hoped he wouldn't single out the youngest of them for tormenting.
Crescent raised her hand slowly as she looked at her teacher.
Professor Snape's gaze drifted over to her. "Ah, there you are." He walked over and looked down at the tiny girl. "Hmm, a bit smaller than I'd heard. Well, do your best to keep up in class, and don't be late." His voice rather condescending, as if he thought it would be impossible for her to do.
"Yes, Professor Snape," Crescent said in a quiet, clear voice.
Severus Snape glanced down at her for a second time and narrowed his eyes. "What is your name?" he said, in a sharp voice. Part of him refused to believe what his instincts were telling him. This tiny child couldn't possibly be Sirius Black's daughter.
"Crescent, Professor Snape." Her green eyes looked up at him.
"Very well, for now," Severus said finally, as he walked back to his desk. He kept glancing over at her for the first half hour.
Crescent was able to keep up fairly well, and he kept making her repeat things he'd just said and asking her hard questions. She was able to answer them, because her uncle had taught her a great deal when she was younger. That was a benefit from having no friends; she'd had plenty of time to learn and study.
She didn't even mess up when they mixed the Potion together. Not that Snape backed off on her at all. She acted like she was used to being treated that way, which she was. A lot of people disliked her because of who her father was. Crescent hadn't expected a teacher to try to pick on her.
But she handled it calmly, responding in a quiet voice each time to what was thrown at her.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were surprised to see the way Snape was reacting to Crescent. Harry had already told them how Madam Pomfrey had reacted to her. Snape treated her like he treated Harry.
Severus was desperate to know if this was, indeed, Sirius Black's daughter. How could it not be? She was a dead ringer for him, except for her height and eyes. But she did not mouth off at him, like Sirius had done. He didn't know what to think. He hated Sirius Black, and he would never teach Sirius's child.
Finally, Severus could stand it no longer. While the others began cleaning up, he caught Crescent's arm.
She looked at him warily.
"What is your full name?" he asked in a strange voice.
"Crescent Lupin," Crescent said clearly.
Anger flashed in his eyes suddenly. So Remus Lupin had taken care of her all these years. No wonder she was so quiet. A murderer for a father, and a werewolf for a guardian. Well, he would have no more of it. He would not stand for teaching such a child. "Come with me, Crescent." Severus dragged her into the hallway by her arm.
"Let go of me!" Crescent sent a terrified look at Hermione, who gasped in shock. She stood and ran to the door.
"Harry! Ron! Snape's taking Crescent somewhere!"
Harry and Ron ran over to the door and looked out in horror.
All of the Gryffindors and Slytherins gathered at the door, watching the departing figures.
"You're hurting me," Crescent said, as she was hauled through the hallways. "Where are you taking me?"
Severus stopped and looked down at her. "I know who your true father is, Crescent Black. And I will not teach the daughter of the man who tried to kill me." He sounded angry, as he dragged her directly upstairs, one hand on her back, pushing her forward. The other still held her arm tightly.
"I'm nothing like my father," Crescent said desperately, as she began to try to jerk free.
"You're the spitting image of him," Severus snapped. "How could you not be like your father, child? He was a Gryffindor as well, after all."
"Uncle Remus!" Crescent cried, as they passed by his open classroom. She twisted and struggled hard, struggling against Severus's strong grip. "Let me go!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had left the dungeon to find Professor McGonagol.
They burst into her classroom. Thankfully, only she was in there. She looked up as they ran in.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" she asked them sharply.
"Please, Professor McGonagol," Hermione said, breathing hard.
Harry was gasping, too. "Professor Snape- he just dragged Crescent Lupin out of the class."
Ron panted. "And he left us without a teacher."
"And Crescent looked scared to death," Hermione said.
Professor McGonagol stood. "I see."
Professor Lupin was surprised to see Professor Snape pulling his 'daughter' through the hallways. Crescent cried out his name as she tried to get away from him.
He looked at his class. "I'll be right back." He walked to the door and left the room.
"Severus!" he said loudly. "Let go of her!"
Professor Snape froze and glared at Remus Lupin. His hand held Crescent's small wrist tightly, jerking her around.
"Severus, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagol asked him sharply, as she walked down the hallway. "Let the girl go."
"I will not teach her, knowing who her father is."
"Calm down, Severus," Albus Dumbledore said. "We shall discuss this in my office. But release the child."
Severus reluctantly let go of Crescent. She backed away from him as he glared down at her. Her green eyes reproached him.
Remus gave her a quick hug. "Crescent, I need to finish teaching my class. Come see me then."
Crescent nodded and looked at the headmaster. Her right wrist and arm were swollen and bruised, which his keen eyes noticed.
"Go see Madam Pomfrey, Crescent," Dumbledore said gently. "Then you can return to the Gryffindor Tower for the rest of the day."
She nodded and began walking towards the hospital wing. Harry, Hermione, and Ron ran over to her, as they had followed Professor McGonagol.
"Are you ok? Did we get Professor McGonagol in time?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. Thanks," Crescent said. She smiled at them shakily. "I have to go see Madam Pomfrey." She showed them her arm.
"Gee, I thought Snape only hated me," Harry said. "But Professor Dumbledore will straighten him out."
"That's right," Ron said cheerfully. "So let's get you to the hospital wing."
Crescent walked with them, happy that she had some friends, at least for now. She smiled and nodded, as they spoke, and even joked with them. But she was troubled.
She looked at Harry, and wondered if he would treat her the same if he knew that her father was the one who was trying to kill him.
To be continued
Potions and More
Part 3
So far, Crescent's first day of classes had gone ok. Her teachers seemed really nice and she'd done fairly well in Transfiguration. Her advanced Charms class had been very easy. She'd known a lot of the charms well, especially the summoning one, Accio.
But she was worried about her last class, the one she had with Hermione, Harry, and Ron. She'd been hearing bad things about Professor Snape all day.
She gulped softly as she walked into the classroom with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. They'd kindly invited her to sit with them. It was so obvious that she was younger than everyone else. Her small stature made sure of that.
Most of the Slytherins were staying at her, especially Draco Malfoy. Crescent recognized him; he'd been the kid with the man that had tried to force her to reveal her name.
She ignored them and sat next to Hermione, who smiled at her reassuringly. Crescent looked back nervously, as Professor Snape stood up.
"I was told a first-year Gryffindor would be joining us," he said slowly, as the Gryffindors tensed. Snape always played favorites. They hoped he wouldn't single out the youngest of them for tormenting.
Crescent raised her hand slowly as she looked at her teacher.
Professor Snape's gaze drifted over to her. "Ah, there you are." He walked over and looked down at the tiny girl. "Hmm, a bit smaller than I'd heard. Well, do your best to keep up in class, and don't be late." His voice rather condescending, as if he thought it would be impossible for her to do.
"Yes, Professor Snape," Crescent said in a quiet, clear voice.
Severus Snape glanced down at her for a second time and narrowed his eyes. "What is your name?" he said, in a sharp voice. Part of him refused to believe what his instincts were telling him. This tiny child couldn't possibly be Sirius Black's daughter.
"Crescent, Professor Snape." Her green eyes looked up at him.
"Very well, for now," Severus said finally, as he walked back to his desk. He kept glancing over at her for the first half hour.
Crescent was able to keep up fairly well, and he kept making her repeat things he'd just said and asking her hard questions. She was able to answer them, because her uncle had taught her a great deal when she was younger. That was a benefit from having no friends; she'd had plenty of time to learn and study.
She didn't even mess up when they mixed the Potion together. Not that Snape backed off on her at all. She acted like she was used to being treated that way, which she was. A lot of people disliked her because of who her father was. Crescent hadn't expected a teacher to try to pick on her.
But she handled it calmly, responding in a quiet voice each time to what was thrown at her.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were surprised to see the way Snape was reacting to Crescent. Harry had already told them how Madam Pomfrey had reacted to her. Snape treated her like he treated Harry.
Severus was desperate to know if this was, indeed, Sirius Black's daughter. How could it not be? She was a dead ringer for him, except for her height and eyes. But she did not mouth off at him, like Sirius had done. He didn't know what to think. He hated Sirius Black, and he would never teach Sirius's child.
Finally, Severus could stand it no longer. While the others began cleaning up, he caught Crescent's arm.
She looked at him warily.
"What is your full name?" he asked in a strange voice.
"Crescent Lupin," Crescent said clearly.
Anger flashed in his eyes suddenly. So Remus Lupin had taken care of her all these years. No wonder she was so quiet. A murderer for a father, and a werewolf for a guardian. Well, he would have no more of it. He would not stand for teaching such a child. "Come with me, Crescent." Severus dragged her into the hallway by her arm.
"Let go of me!" Crescent sent a terrified look at Hermione, who gasped in shock. She stood and ran to the door.
"Harry! Ron! Snape's taking Crescent somewhere!"
Harry and Ron ran over to the door and looked out in horror.
All of the Gryffindors and Slytherins gathered at the door, watching the departing figures.
"You're hurting me," Crescent said, as she was hauled through the hallways. "Where are you taking me?"
Severus stopped and looked down at her. "I know who your true father is, Crescent Black. And I will not teach the daughter of the man who tried to kill me." He sounded angry, as he dragged her directly upstairs, one hand on her back, pushing her forward. The other still held her arm tightly.
"I'm nothing like my father," Crescent said desperately, as she began to try to jerk free.
"You're the spitting image of him," Severus snapped. "How could you not be like your father, child? He was a Gryffindor as well, after all."
"Uncle Remus!" Crescent cried, as they passed by his open classroom. She twisted and struggled hard, struggling against Severus's strong grip. "Let me go!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had left the dungeon to find Professor McGonagol.
They burst into her classroom. Thankfully, only she was in there. She looked up as they ran in.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" she asked them sharply.
"Please, Professor McGonagol," Hermione said, breathing hard.
Harry was gasping, too. "Professor Snape- he just dragged Crescent Lupin out of the class."
Ron panted. "And he left us without a teacher."
"And Crescent looked scared to death," Hermione said.
Professor McGonagol stood. "I see."
Professor Lupin was surprised to see Professor Snape pulling his 'daughter' through the hallways. Crescent cried out his name as she tried to get away from him.
He looked at his class. "I'll be right back." He walked to the door and left the room.
"Severus!" he said loudly. "Let go of her!"
Professor Snape froze and glared at Remus Lupin. His hand held Crescent's small wrist tightly, jerking her around.
"Severus, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagol asked him sharply, as she walked down the hallway. "Let the girl go."
"I will not teach her, knowing who her father is."
"Calm down, Severus," Albus Dumbledore said. "We shall discuss this in my office. But release the child."
Severus reluctantly let go of Crescent. She backed away from him as he glared down at her. Her green eyes reproached him.
Remus gave her a quick hug. "Crescent, I need to finish teaching my class. Come see me then."
Crescent nodded and looked at the headmaster. Her right wrist and arm were swollen and bruised, which his keen eyes noticed.
"Go see Madam Pomfrey, Crescent," Dumbledore said gently. "Then you can return to the Gryffindor Tower for the rest of the day."
She nodded and began walking towards the hospital wing. Harry, Hermione, and Ron ran over to her, as they had followed Professor McGonagol.
"Are you ok? Did we get Professor McGonagol in time?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. Thanks," Crescent said. She smiled at them shakily. "I have to go see Madam Pomfrey." She showed them her arm.
"Gee, I thought Snape only hated me," Harry said. "But Professor Dumbledore will straighten him out."
"That's right," Ron said cheerfully. "So let's get you to the hospital wing."
Crescent walked with them, happy that she had some friends, at least for now. She smiled and nodded, as they spoke, and even joked with them. But she was troubled.
She looked at Harry, and wondered if he would treat her the same if he knew that her father was the one who was trying to kill him.
To be continued