Chapter 8: The New DADA Professor
"Hello, children!" Umbridge said, her voice dripping with honey. "Please sit down. You do not all want to be counted late, do you?" she smiled.
Everyone sat down quickly, muttering obscenities to their friends as they sat. Umbridge started explaining all about herself and how glad she was to be back at Hogwarts. The students would have fallen asleep by now, if only they hadn't been scared silly that Umbridge was back. She went on for a whole hour.
Suddenly she was silent and gasped. Everyone, starting to doze, snapped their heads up in time to see her molting, no changing into a different person, right before their very eyes. They gaped at the many now standing in front of them.
It was none other than Dervidal Snape.
He seemed a few years younger than Snape. It was obvious that he was the younger sibling, although the two did not look all that alike. Dervidal Snape had black hair that had a healthy shine, and none of the greasy properties that Snape's had. His noise, although hook shaped like Snape's did not carry the severity to which Severus wore it. His face was pale and unlined and his dark eyes sparkled.
"What? No applause? No whistling?" he grinned at all of them boyishly. Everyone clapped, although half-heartedly. They obviously were still in the process of shaking off the discomfort that was Umbridge. They all started chattering madly.
"All right. I am Professor Dervidal. But PLEASE don't call me that. I hate my name. My friends all call me Dervy. You can call me whatever you want except Professor Derivdal or Professor Snape. I don't like getting mixed up with my brother, the git." He said the latter almost under his breath, but still loud enough for everyone to hear.
Everyone laughed. It was obvious that this teacher was absolutely nothing like Severus Snape. Dervidal called roll and seemed to have gone to school with many of the kids' parents. When he got to Harry, his head snapped up in surprise.
"Potter, Harry. Say, you're James and Lily's son, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Ah! I remember them. Your father especially. He gave my brother a rough time. He deserved it though. Severus was an idiot." Everyone howled with laughter the entire class at Dervidal, who spent the remainder of class telling embarrassing things about Snape that shall remain unmentioned.
"He is by far the best teacher we've had at Hogwarts!" Ron laughed as they left class.
"He sure does hate his brother, huh?" Harry grinned.
"That was horrible. No one deserves to be taunted like that!" Hermione said tersely. "And to his own brother!"
"Oh, come on Hermione! The man's been cruel to us forever! You can't possibly say he doesn't deserve to be made fun of once in a while." Ron whined to her, rolling his eyes.
"He's changed, Ron. He's in the Order and Dumbledore trusts him." Hermione said in a low voice.
"So?" Harry muttered. He hated Snape ever since he had ignored Harry's desperate warnings about Sirius's safety.
"So, we shouldn't say bad things about him because of what happened in the past." Hermione said, annoyed.
They all went down to the Great Hall for lunch before separating. Hermione had Double Charms with Neville, and Ron and Harry had Double Transfiguration. Walking into Transfiguration, Harry saw the startling new Gryffindor yet again, and nearly wrote on his hand instead of his parchement.
When Harry finally got back to his bed, he desperately wanted to have a go with his father's journal, but he had no such luck—the minute his head hit the pillow he was out cold.
A/N: Sorry, I know It's a bit short, but you can thank EriEka127 for posting enough times to get me to update. Thanks for the love! Read up, enjoy, and sit tight for the next chapter. Screw waiting for reviews...everyone rebels when I tell them to review, and then when I don't prompt I get a million of them, so have at it at your own discretion! I give up. Lol.
Next Chapter: Harry finally gets to write with his Dad's diary! And who is that mystery girl?....