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Chapter two: Introductions, Lies, Books and People

The next day at breakfast all eyes were on Mayara, the girl sitting in the Defense teacher's seat.

"Wow, she's pretty hot for a teacher," Seamus said, looking her over. She hadn't touched her food. She was simply sitting there as if waiting for death itself.

"That's the girl I saw yesterday when Lupin took me to see Sirius," Harry whispered to Ron and Hermoine.

"She reminds of Mayara," Ron said, "But she's way cuter," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You boys, really," Finally Dumbledore stood up, to announce that Mayara was their new defense teacher. He had discussed it with her and decided it was best if they knew who she was, after all it would be peculiar if a student just vanished. They had also decided that they would give her a fake last name since she had never used one as a student. She refused to tell them her real last name, and the professors had a hunch that Mayara wasn't even her real name.

"Quiet down everyone," he said, brushing off his robes. "I'm sure many of you have heard of the sudden disappearance of the student Mayara, from Gryffindor. Well, I have some news that may come as a shock to you all," he turned to Mayara and she stood up, "Students I would like to introduce, your knew defense against the dark arts teacher, Mayara Kcalb." Dumbledore had insisted on the name, Kcalb, Mayara had just rolled her eyes at the old match maker, Black spelled backwards, really who does he think he's playing? She had thought to herself when he told her, but it didn't really matter that much to her so she accepted. It made Severus grimace with anger. Now Dumbledore turned to Mayara and sat down deciding it was time to simply let her explain, and say the traditional few words a new teacher did, (Moody of course, never followed tradition).

"Before any of you ask me, I will tell you, I masqueraded as a student for my own reasons. I am warning you now, anybody who questions me about it will have points deducted," after having gotten out some of her steely anger out, she said, "I am," she paused, "pleased, to have been chosen as your teacher and will do my best to educate you all," and with that she sat down.

"That was a complete and utter lie," Sirius who was in between Dumbledore and her in dog form muttered as she sat down,

"Well, did you expect me to tell them the truth?"

"Yes,"

"Oh, that would've have been nice. 'With the exception of Harry Potter, I would like to tell you all that being taught by me is putting yourself in mortal danger and by the end of the year you will all be dead'," she said it tonelessly, but Sirius smiled somewhat and said,

"Why spare Harry?"

"I wouldn't hurt your godson," Sirius smiled wider; well the best a dog can smile anyway.

Severus who was on the other side of Mayara looked down at Sirius angrily. She wouldn't hurt Potter, just for that horrid piece of scum, he thought terribly infuriated. Sirius looked up at him, and then moved in between him and Mayara.

"If I could just kick that filthy dog," he muttered to himself. Mayara's ears twitched, and before Sirius who had also heard, could say anything she said,

"You do not have a death wish do you?" Severus looked at her, and then gave a smirk and returned to his food. Sirius glared daggers at him throughout the rest of the meal.

Later that day in the defense class, Mayara was teaching the Gryffindors and Slytherins. A big black dog sat next to her desk, watching her carefully, as if expecting her to just shatter at any moment. Mayara had done her best to eliminate her emotionless face and smile, and laugh, etc…

"Hello class, as you all already know I am Mayara," she paused and gave a slight smile, "Mayara Kcalb. Today, you will be learning about the things you all need to watch for, namely, Vol-," she sighed. "Please raise your hand if you are disturbed by me saying you-know-who's name," most of the class except, Malfoy, Harry, Hermione and some other Slytherins, raised their hands, "Very well. You will be learning about you-know-who,"

Neville raised his hand, "Yes mister Longbottom?"

"U-um, why do we have to learn about yo-you know who?" she would have pitied him if her heart hadn't frozen right in her chest 26 years ago, she knew well of the Longbottom's ill fate.

"Because, he is the main reason you all should have any defense abilities, and I find it is a good way to teach the terms and names," she answered. Neville nodded. "Now, you-know-who, was taught at this very school, a Slytherin," some of the Slytherins beamed, especially Malfoy. "Nothing to smile about Mister Malfoy," she said, which made Malfoy turn a bit red. "He grew to be, supposedly, the darkest wizard ever known. He terrorized and killed for no reason, and was especially keen on using the forbidden curses, namely, Avada Kedavra," she said it as if was if it was very familiar to her lips. Sirius realized this and then a thought suddenly stuck him, has she really given it all up? He decided to ask her after class. "Now, since I want this class to be more than me just standing here talking, I want you all to raise your hands and tell me all you know about Vol-ahem, uh, you-know-who and his followers," many hands went up, "Miss Parkinson?" Mayara said, motioning to the Slytherin girl,

"You-know-who reigned terror for many years, and killed many, until an encounter with 'Harry Potter' finished him for unknown reasons. His followers were called death eaters, evil men who killed for fun. Among them was Sirius Black, the man who killed about 14 muggles right out in the open, and also killed Peter Petigrew, his former friend," when Pansy had finished she gave a triumphant smile, Sirius felt a bit sick, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were trying to have restraint. Then Mayara said, in a bit of a daring voice,

"Well, Miss Parkinson, it seems you've been keeping up with your reading," Pansy's smile grew, but in an evil way, "But since we're on the subject, tell me, what makes you so sure that Sirius Black is guilty?" she asked coldly, saying Sirius's name with great respect. This made his ears twitch and he paid even closer attention. Pansy straightened a bit, her sinister grin not fading; she had sensed the challenge, so now she planned to win,

"That is what I've read, and that is what I've been told,"

"Oh, really? Well, tell me what else do you read in these books and what else do these people tell you?"

"They tell me Black was a bad man, evil, corrupt, and vile in everyway. He betrayed his friends and killed for you-know-who willingly," Harry, was fidgeting, Sirius was growling slightly, and Mayara was frowning with a cold and renewed, evil glint in her eyes,

"Oh, really?" she said again, "Miss Parkinson, don't you think books and people can be misleading? Books and people can also leave things out, for instance, did you know that Mister Black," she said his name with high regards, "was sent to Azkaban without a trial, that he wasn't allowed to even try and prove his innocence, that there wasn't the slightest bit of proof he had done the dastardly deed. He was simply at the scene of the crime, but then again, so were a few other wizards, so are they criminals now as well? Petigrew was screaming, but what does that prove? He was laughing, wouldn't you laugh out of hysteria if you just saw such a gruesome sight?" she paused, allowing the students a chance to breath, but none took it, she took a step closer to Pansy and towered over her menacingly, her arm held against herself as if it was broken, the traditional demon way, "Would you betray your best friends?" Sirius looked at her, all those years ago, she had been listening when she had leaned against the bars of her cell, eyes closed as he spoke to her. She, she did care. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were wide-eyed, but not as much as the rest of the class. Pansy Parkinson's smile had faded, "Sit. Down. Miss Parkinson." Mayara said grimly. Pansy took her seat quickly, and Mayara now had on her normal poker face, she wasn't going to try and please all these little children with smiles and games, then another hand went up,

"Yes Mister Thomas?" she said. Seamus fumbled a bit, but then said,

"So, um, so you think Bla-uh, Mr. Black is innocent?" she looked him straight in the eye, she wanted so badly to say, 'I know he is innocent', but that would give them and Sirius to many hints,

"Perhaps I do," Seamus eyed her bewildered, "and perhaps I don't. Sit down, Mister Thomas," she turned to Pansy, it was unlike her to go and mess around with rubbish she had already disposed of, but after what she had just heard, playing in the rubbish wouldn't be so bad. "I do not believe we will be using books too much this year, Miss Parkinson," She said softly. "Voldemort was a dark wizard," some gasped that she had used his name, but she didn't care anymore. She didn't care about their stares or about their fear; she just had to get through his damned job. "He was evil, yes, but many did not join him intentionally. I am sure many of you have heard of demons, well there was one such demon, and their name is unknown, but this demon was sought by Voldemort. He wanted this demon's power and would stop at nothing to get it," they listened with renewed interest, including Sirius, though he had heard this story, on clearer terms, before, he still wanted to hear how she said it to the students, he also wanted to know why. Why she told them, her story.

The class went by quite nicely, if that is what you want to call it, most students though a bit scared of her, seemed to like Mayara, but Pansy seemed to have developed a strange distaste and acceptance towards her. It was no kind feeling, Sirius growled at her as she left. After everyone had left the class, Mayara did something that surprised Sirius, she closed the door, locked it, then she went and sat on a desk and buried her head in her arms. Sirius walked over to her, and nudged her arm with his nose, she only responded with a moan. This worried, him, he knew it was a bit rude and mean to think this, but she never really showed this much emotion on the outside, though he knew how much of it brimmed behind those deterring eyes. He thought over for a moment, the door is locked, nobody will find out, I suppose I can transform, then he stepped back and switched to his human form. He went and leaned over her, putting a comforting arm on her shoulder.

"What's with this sudden display of emotion, Mar?" she gave a small moan, and then sat up, she didn't care about her composure right about then. Sirius sat down at the desk next to her. She shook her head, "Tell me,"

"I hate it. Lying so much, it isn't in my nature. That's all I'm doing, blurting out lie after lie to them,"

"This bothers you?"

"Yes, I don't give a damn for them, but it is just, it is as if I am lying to myself," he looked at her, her eyes towards the ground, was now a good time for his questions?

She looked up at his face, she felt a burning pain in her chest, she ignored it,

"Ask your questions before you burst, Sirius," she said, not at all amused. He sighed,

"Why did you tell them your story?"

"I only told them about how Voldemort wanted my power, I had to tell them something, and it- never mind,"

"And it what?"

"Nothing," now he was getting a bit annoyed, so he did something he knew would either get him an answer, or get him killed. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer to himself, yanking her out of her chair. He held her in a tight grip, she was on one knee right next him, he puller her up even closer, with an arm around her waist, until she could feel his breath on her face. "Come on, can't even tell me?" she pulled away furiously,

"No, Black, I can't," she gasped. He sighed sadly, and then stood up. She watched him, oh why didn't she just forget him? Why didn't she just forget Albus? She could just kill him, and then leave here. They would never catch her!

"Didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, motioning towards her wrists, she would have blushed, but she had way more self-control than that,

"Of course not," she said quietly. Sirius nodded,

"Good." No, she couldn't kill him, she didn't trust him, she didn't like him that much, but she couldn't kill him. And she couldn't run, she'd had enough running. She sat back down on the desk and put her head down on the hard wood. Then she felt a furry head on her knee,

"Sirius, don't act like a dog," she groaned. Sirius smiled and transformed without moving, he simply sat in the same position as her, except his head was resting in her lap and not on a polished desk. This startled her a bit, but she really didn't mind.

"Have you really stopped it all?" he asked, lifting head out of his arms, and at once missing the sweet scent of her robes, she leaned her head to one side so that she could look down at him,

"I'm not sure," she said softly. He nodded and put his head back down. They sat there, just like that for a while and then Sirius got up as if by instinct, and transformed into his Anigamus form. Mayara got up and walked to the door, it was time for 'Snuffles' to go back to Dumbledore. She gently ran her hand over his head, though she remembered it was still Sirius, "Thank you," she murmured as he strutted off.

A/N: Well, what did you think? This is my first fanfic, so cut me some slack. I'm already done with the next chapter but I'm only posting it if I get enough reviews!