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characters not being ours in the previous chapters, that goes for this,
too.
Chapter five: First class of DADA Severus was sitting at his desk, going over their first lesson plan, to conjure a Patronus. He knew his girls could, and possibly Lupin, but he wanted everyone to be able to fight off Dementors. He remembered an attack in his last year but he couldn't remember when.
Shane and Rhoswen came in a bit before the seventh year potion class was supposed to get out.
"What are you doing here?" their father asked them curiously, as they sat down at one of the desks.
"Because that Cricket lady is a bitch. She was being prejudiced towards werewolves." Shane bit her trembling lip, to stop the tears from falling.
"Oh Shane," her father said as he walked over to her, and slung an arm around her shoulders. "You have to understand that not everyone is like you. I don't mind Werewolves, but there are people who are too frightened to like them."
"I know, but she was so cold and cruel." Shane wiped her eyes. "Good thing I charmed that paper to glow white or else Remus would be in big trouble."
"That was very smart of you." Severus hugged his daughter, thinking about Lupin. When he thought of Lupin, he thought of Potter, then Pettigrew, and then Black. He'd been surprisingly understanding towards Black the year that he'd died in the curtain, and had decided that he would show no animosity towards the marauders. He hadn't seen them yet, in the school, and was concerned about that. He remembered his years with them, and that they were spoken of each day, so that not a day could be left in peace. And yet, he hadn't heard about them. It worried him.
He went back to his desk as the class began to fill in.
Remus, and his fellow marauders sneered evilly at the twins as they entered the classroom. They had managed to get Professor Cricket to give them the antidote for the glue potion that the girls had used, and had dumbly told that 'they'd accidentally spilt it.'
As Severus watched his daughters join their fellow classmates, he saw the marauders. The four of them, being a large clump, who were eagerly sneering at his twins. Wondering what could have been the cause for the hostility between the two groups but figuring that he'd find out later, he went to the front of his class.
"Okay class, put away your book, and take out your wands. Today, we are going to learn a new spell that could save your soul."
Shane and Rhoswen chuckled lightly at their father's description.
"Now how many of you have heard of the Azkaban guards?"
A few people put their hands up.
Remus, in particular, seemed to have something to say. Snape felt a small smile form at the eagerness that his former enemy swayed his hand with.
"Yes, Mr. Lupin?"
"They are called Dementors, sir."
A shudder went through the class.
"Very good, five points to Gryffindor."
The Gryffindors, and even the Slytherins, were shocked that the head of Slytherin would give points to Gryffindor.
"And what are Dementors- Mr. Black?"
Sirius looked at Professor Macleod.
"They are hooded creatures that have no eyes and a giant mouth that can suck out your soul. They feed on your happy memories." Sirius shuddered at the memory of meeting one when he was little. 'Stupid mother' he thought.
"Very good- another five points. Now, today, we will be learning how to deflect them."
There was hushed whispering.
"Alright. now, who here can tell me how to conjure up a Patronus?"
Peter Pettigrew raised his hand. 'Macleod' sighed.
"Yes, Mr. Pettigrew? What is it?"
"Sir, why are you asking us? Don't you know how to do it? Aren't you supposed to be enlightening us?"
Severus felt his temper rise, and he quickly took hold of it.
"Well, for your information, Mr. Pettigrew, I am teaching you, not 'enlightening' you. I am trying to find out what you know, and to what extent you know it, but since you so happily play 'stupid', I shall 'enlighten' you. Come to the front."
Peter's face fell. Slowly, and numbly, he stood up, and approached his teacher in the front.
"Now, Mr. Pettigrew, you should be my victim- er- assistant."
This was rewarded with snickers from the classroom. Severus found he liked the sound. It was nice to be appreciated.
"Now then, Mr. Pettigrew, I have a gift in my drawer for you."
Peter didn't quite know what to do. He wasn't sure about his new teacher, and the sense of humor that this teacher might have.
Severus waited for his student to go to his drawer, but for some strange reason, he simply stood there.
"Mr. Pettigrew, I do not bite- hard. There is something for you within my desk drawer. Please get it."
Peter slowly nodded. He walked around the desk and reached for the drawer handle. He pulled it open and flew back, as a duplicate of his teacher, identical to the smudge on his shoe, climbed from the wooden container.
Severus watched himself emerge and laughed. 'So, my student is more afraid of his teacher than a dementor, fancy that' he thought.
Severus laughed again.
"Well, it's no dementor," he said and watched as Peter shuddered and the figure changed form. It wavered, and became the black robed, eyeless creature, with large protruding lips.
Severus smiled. Now this was the way he wanted to run things.
"Now, Mr. Pettigrew, tell me, how would you fight this dementor?"
Pettigrew panicked.
He ran from it, allowing the boggart in disguise chase him around the room, to the laughter of his peers.
After a few moments of complete chaos, Severus 'Macleod' called an end.
"Mr. Pettigrew, it is a boggart. Please show me that you know how to stop a boggart?"
Peter froze. He couldn't think straight. The Dementor/ Boggart was still approaching.
"Ridikulus!" screamed two female voices as flashed of wand light hit the boggart. It soon wore a pink tutu over it's black robes, and held a quaffle in a frying pan.
Everyone burst out laughing while Severus chuckled as he allowed his daughters to continue to destroy the self-disguising creature. "I think he should be wearing a Chudley Canons bowler hat," declared Rhoswen.
"Oh, and don't forget the parasol!" added Shane.
The boggart immediately ran back towards the dark drawer and sealed itself in.
Severus walked over to his daughters.
"Well done. 5 points to Slytherin." He turned back to Peter. "Well, Mr. Pettigrew, it seems you need to brush up on your boggart dealings. Everyone, take notes."
"Now, a Patronus can be created with good thoughts. It is always good to keep a good memory as a top priority in your mind for this. Now, the spell, is "Expecto Patronum". What needs to be done for this is...."
And so, the class progressed with lessons on Patronus, and Boggarts. As the class neared it's end, Severus let his class go five minutes early. He motioned for his daughters to stay and speak with him. After the class had emptied, he spoke.
"Well daughters, what did you think of my class?"
Shane and Rhoswen looked at him. They'd thoroughly enjoyed the whole aspect of having their pa laughing and smiling throughout the class.
"It was great."
"Totally Woot."
Severus looked at his eldest daughter and raised an eyebrow.
"Woot? And where pray tell did this come?"
Rhoswen looked at him and grinned.
"It's the newest lingo around here. We learnt it last night."
His eyebrow raised some more.
"And where, might I ask, did the proper English language, that I've been teaching you since birth, go?"
"Well, its right here, pa, but you've always told us to listen and learn, so we did."
Their father sighed. He gave up.
"Did you notice my younger self? Hidden at the front?"
The question took them by surprise.
"No, pa. We didn't see him."
Their pa smiled.
"Keep an eye out for him. He'll be around, if I know myself."
With that said, they all left the class for lunch, and to meet up with their new classmates and comrades.
Chapter five: First class of DADA Severus was sitting at his desk, going over their first lesson plan, to conjure a Patronus. He knew his girls could, and possibly Lupin, but he wanted everyone to be able to fight off Dementors. He remembered an attack in his last year but he couldn't remember when.
Shane and Rhoswen came in a bit before the seventh year potion class was supposed to get out.
"What are you doing here?" their father asked them curiously, as they sat down at one of the desks.
"Because that Cricket lady is a bitch. She was being prejudiced towards werewolves." Shane bit her trembling lip, to stop the tears from falling.
"Oh Shane," her father said as he walked over to her, and slung an arm around her shoulders. "You have to understand that not everyone is like you. I don't mind Werewolves, but there are people who are too frightened to like them."
"I know, but she was so cold and cruel." Shane wiped her eyes. "Good thing I charmed that paper to glow white or else Remus would be in big trouble."
"That was very smart of you." Severus hugged his daughter, thinking about Lupin. When he thought of Lupin, he thought of Potter, then Pettigrew, and then Black. He'd been surprisingly understanding towards Black the year that he'd died in the curtain, and had decided that he would show no animosity towards the marauders. He hadn't seen them yet, in the school, and was concerned about that. He remembered his years with them, and that they were spoken of each day, so that not a day could be left in peace. And yet, he hadn't heard about them. It worried him.
He went back to his desk as the class began to fill in.
Remus, and his fellow marauders sneered evilly at the twins as they entered the classroom. They had managed to get Professor Cricket to give them the antidote for the glue potion that the girls had used, and had dumbly told that 'they'd accidentally spilt it.'
As Severus watched his daughters join their fellow classmates, he saw the marauders. The four of them, being a large clump, who were eagerly sneering at his twins. Wondering what could have been the cause for the hostility between the two groups but figuring that he'd find out later, he went to the front of his class.
"Okay class, put away your book, and take out your wands. Today, we are going to learn a new spell that could save your soul."
Shane and Rhoswen chuckled lightly at their father's description.
"Now how many of you have heard of the Azkaban guards?"
A few people put their hands up.
Remus, in particular, seemed to have something to say. Snape felt a small smile form at the eagerness that his former enemy swayed his hand with.
"Yes, Mr. Lupin?"
"They are called Dementors, sir."
A shudder went through the class.
"Very good, five points to Gryffindor."
The Gryffindors, and even the Slytherins, were shocked that the head of Slytherin would give points to Gryffindor.
"And what are Dementors- Mr. Black?"
Sirius looked at Professor Macleod.
"They are hooded creatures that have no eyes and a giant mouth that can suck out your soul. They feed on your happy memories." Sirius shuddered at the memory of meeting one when he was little. 'Stupid mother' he thought.
"Very good- another five points. Now, today, we will be learning how to deflect them."
There was hushed whispering.
"Alright. now, who here can tell me how to conjure up a Patronus?"
Peter Pettigrew raised his hand. 'Macleod' sighed.
"Yes, Mr. Pettigrew? What is it?"
"Sir, why are you asking us? Don't you know how to do it? Aren't you supposed to be enlightening us?"
Severus felt his temper rise, and he quickly took hold of it.
"Well, for your information, Mr. Pettigrew, I am teaching you, not 'enlightening' you. I am trying to find out what you know, and to what extent you know it, but since you so happily play 'stupid', I shall 'enlighten' you. Come to the front."
Peter's face fell. Slowly, and numbly, he stood up, and approached his teacher in the front.
"Now, Mr. Pettigrew, you should be my victim- er- assistant."
This was rewarded with snickers from the classroom. Severus found he liked the sound. It was nice to be appreciated.
"Now then, Mr. Pettigrew, I have a gift in my drawer for you."
Peter didn't quite know what to do. He wasn't sure about his new teacher, and the sense of humor that this teacher might have.
Severus waited for his student to go to his drawer, but for some strange reason, he simply stood there.
"Mr. Pettigrew, I do not bite- hard. There is something for you within my desk drawer. Please get it."
Peter slowly nodded. He walked around the desk and reached for the drawer handle. He pulled it open and flew back, as a duplicate of his teacher, identical to the smudge on his shoe, climbed from the wooden container.
Severus watched himself emerge and laughed. 'So, my student is more afraid of his teacher than a dementor, fancy that' he thought.
Severus laughed again.
"Well, it's no dementor," he said and watched as Peter shuddered and the figure changed form. It wavered, and became the black robed, eyeless creature, with large protruding lips.
Severus smiled. Now this was the way he wanted to run things.
"Now, Mr. Pettigrew, tell me, how would you fight this dementor?"
Pettigrew panicked.
He ran from it, allowing the boggart in disguise chase him around the room, to the laughter of his peers.
After a few moments of complete chaos, Severus 'Macleod' called an end.
"Mr. Pettigrew, it is a boggart. Please show me that you know how to stop a boggart?"
Peter froze. He couldn't think straight. The Dementor/ Boggart was still approaching.
"Ridikulus!" screamed two female voices as flashed of wand light hit the boggart. It soon wore a pink tutu over it's black robes, and held a quaffle in a frying pan.
Everyone burst out laughing while Severus chuckled as he allowed his daughters to continue to destroy the self-disguising creature. "I think he should be wearing a Chudley Canons bowler hat," declared Rhoswen.
"Oh, and don't forget the parasol!" added Shane.
The boggart immediately ran back towards the dark drawer and sealed itself in.
Severus walked over to his daughters.
"Well done. 5 points to Slytherin." He turned back to Peter. "Well, Mr. Pettigrew, it seems you need to brush up on your boggart dealings. Everyone, take notes."
"Now, a Patronus can be created with good thoughts. It is always good to keep a good memory as a top priority in your mind for this. Now, the spell, is "Expecto Patronum". What needs to be done for this is...."
And so, the class progressed with lessons on Patronus, and Boggarts. As the class neared it's end, Severus let his class go five minutes early. He motioned for his daughters to stay and speak with him. After the class had emptied, he spoke.
"Well daughters, what did you think of my class?"
Shane and Rhoswen looked at him. They'd thoroughly enjoyed the whole aspect of having their pa laughing and smiling throughout the class.
"It was great."
"Totally Woot."
Severus looked at his eldest daughter and raised an eyebrow.
"Woot? And where pray tell did this come?"
Rhoswen looked at him and grinned.
"It's the newest lingo around here. We learnt it last night."
His eyebrow raised some more.
"And where, might I ask, did the proper English language, that I've been teaching you since birth, go?"
"Well, its right here, pa, but you've always told us to listen and learn, so we did."
Their father sighed. He gave up.
"Did you notice my younger self? Hidden at the front?"
The question took them by surprise.
"No, pa. We didn't see him."
Their pa smiled.
"Keep an eye out for him. He'll be around, if I know myself."
With that said, they all left the class for lunch, and to meet up with their new classmates and comrades.