Chapter 2 – Of Tears and Werewolves
Disclaimers etc in part one.
A/N – Some quotes in this chapter are borrowed from Prisoner of Azkaban by the wonderful JK Rowling.
I watched you realise a dream during my third year at Hogwarts.
You were finally teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons and it certainly was an interesting class. Professor Lupin was absent and we were all wondering who would be taking the class. Then you walked in.
The very sight of you striding into class in your almost samurai warrior like robes scared me more than the worst fit of temper you could ever unleash against us in potions class. Harry's late arrival distracts you from attacking Neville in yet another class.
I really resented the thoughtless remarks you made about the class being behind in its learning and pushing us straight into werewolves and how to identify them. Parvati protested and my hand remained in the air, the answer unsaid. Your treatment of us would have melted stone.
Your threats to go to Dumbledore with how far behind we are make me all the more determined to show you are not teaching a class of idiots.
"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," you intoned. I suddenly knew how an accused man felt before the firing squad cocked their rifles.
"Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know it all."
Ouch. At that point all my famous Gryffindor courage went south faster than a migrating duck that had spent too long in the marshes. It was one of those moments when everyone, and perhaps even all the class knew, you had gone way too far.
That hurt almost as much as Draco calling me a mudblood last year. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream at you to stop being such a greasy git but I did nothing.
Ron goes on the attack, fueled by loyalty and the stubborn nature of red heads, but you give him with detention and perhaps worse if he continued.
The rest of the class continued with the sort of tense silence that would make you want to vomit. For once in my academically inclined life, I have never been so happy to leave a classroom.
Yet, I still want to cry.
Pregnancy hormones can do strange things to a woman my little princess, I think as I close my journal and fold my hands across my rapidly expanding stomach. In a few months your father and I will be holding you. Even though it took years and a war against the darkest of dark magic to develop, it is amazing that from something that started so badly, something so positive can be created.