Chapter 1 - The Shy Girl
September 1993
A girl sat down at the back of the class where no one would pay her any attention. She couldn't help but look at those in their clicks and envy them. She didn't have any friends really. Sure she knew people and talked to them, but none that she would call "close" friends. She had never had any.
She looked around the classroom. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wasn't there yet. A small smile crossed her face. One could always expect Professor Lupin to throw in a surprise.
He entered the room and gave her a small smile. Unlike the other students she hadn't taken out her quills and such. She knew he had something rolled up his sleeve.
He asked the students to follow him. They paused briefly on their way as Professor Lupin dealt with Peeves.
They arrived at the staff lounge. Professor Snape was in a chair, but quickly left announcing that Neville was trouble.
The students thought Professor Snape was mean and evil. She didn't. She thought quite the opposite. Yet she knew a lot of things the other students didn't. Both her uncles had cautioned her though against broadcasting what she knew. Even her godfather had told her this before she arrived at Hogwarts.
The girl had gone into a sort of daze and had to pull herself out for what Professor Lupin was saying. As he was talking she immediately knew what he was aiming for. How many times had her uncle told her about boggarts? Too many if you asked her.
The lesson was very exciting. She watched each of the students go up there. That was of course except her, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. She was thankful that Lupin didn't call on her.
The corner of her mouth tugged up a little. She remembered the first time she saw Harry. It was on the Hogwarts express three years ago. She had though him instantly one of the cutes boys she had ever seen. She hadn't notice the scar or knew who he was then. Later everyone saw the scar and knew who he was. She didn't even care if they were in the same house. That didn't change her opinion of Harry. Not one bit. Her uncle laughed when he told her. Her other uncle had frowned deeply. Her godfather just smiled when he found out.
Her mind drifted again but came back to Hogwarts. All she caught was, " ...on Monday," from Lupin.
"Excuse me." She tapped a girl on the back. It was Hermione. The girl gulped, "Um, what's due on Monday?"
Hermione gave her a questioning look then said, "A summary on the chapter about boggarts."
She nodded, "Thank you." She walked off hurriedly to back to the classroom. She had already known about the homework, she realized, and had done it.
A girl sat down at the back of the class where no one would pay her any attention. She couldn't help but look at those in their clicks and envy them. She didn't have any friends really. Sure she knew people and talked to them, but none that she would call "close" friends. She had never had any.
She looked around the classroom. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wasn't there yet. A small smile crossed her face. One could always expect Professor Lupin to throw in a surprise.
He entered the room and gave her a small smile. Unlike the other students she hadn't taken out her quills and such. She knew he had something rolled up his sleeve.
He asked the students to follow him. They paused briefly on their way as Professor Lupin dealt with Peeves.
They arrived at the staff lounge. Professor Snape was in a chair, but quickly left announcing that Neville was trouble.
The students thought Professor Snape was mean and evil. She didn't. She thought quite the opposite. Yet she knew a lot of things the other students didn't. Both her uncles had cautioned her though against broadcasting what she knew. Even her godfather had told her this before she arrived at Hogwarts.
The girl had gone into a sort of daze and had to pull herself out for what Professor Lupin was saying. As he was talking she immediately knew what he was aiming for. How many times had her uncle told her about boggarts? Too many if you asked her.
The lesson was very exciting. She watched each of the students go up there. That was of course except her, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. She was thankful that Lupin didn't call on her.
The corner of her mouth tugged up a little. She remembered the first time she saw Harry. It was on the Hogwarts express three years ago. She had though him instantly one of the cutes boys she had ever seen. She hadn't notice the scar or knew who he was then. Later everyone saw the scar and knew who he was. She didn't even care if they were in the same house. That didn't change her opinion of Harry. Not one bit. Her uncle laughed when he told her. Her other uncle had frowned deeply. Her godfather just smiled when he found out.
Her mind drifted again but came back to Hogwarts. All she caught was, " ...on Monday," from Lupin.
"Excuse me." She tapped a girl on the back. It was Hermione. The girl gulped, "Um, what's due on Monday?"
Hermione gave her a questioning look then said, "A summary on the chapter about boggarts."
She nodded, "Thank you." She walked off hurriedly to back to the classroom. She had already known about the homework, she realized, and had done it.