Chapter 8: DADA class

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were right. A day later Dumbeldore re-introduced the DADA teacher, Professor Lupin. All the Gryffindor 3rd year and above were cheering. Of course Mary and Rose didn't know him so they just clapped politely.

For Wednesday the Gryffindor 6th years first class was DADA. Rose and Mary well, mostly Mary was impatient to see what was so great about this Professor and what made him better then the other ones.

"Good morning class. Today we will be reviewing something I taught you during your third year. Boggarts. Follow me."

The class followed him out of the classroom. They went into another classroom where a chest lay, something was clearly moving in it because every few seconds the chest would jump.

"For those of you who have forgotten, a boggart is a shape shifter and will take the shape of your worst fears. Luckily there is a spell that will make them less fearful. It is 'Ridiculous'." Professor Lupin said. "Who would like to go first?" He asked.

Many of the students raised their hands. Parvati went first.

She walked up close to the chest about three feet away. Professor Lupin opened the chest with his wand and a bloodstained, bandaged mummy crept out. Parvati stood tall but fear could be read all over her face.

"Ridiculous!" She said and the bloodstained, bandaged mummy was replaced by a white bunny. Parvati smiled to herself and walked to her friends. The next person, Neville, walked up.

'Crack' the bunny turned into Professor Snape. Mary giggled. Other people in the room laughed too.

"Ridiculous!" Neville yelled the boggart turned into Snape wearing a strange outfit, a strange woman's outfit. The room was filled with laughter. It was a good thing the class was Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, if a Slytherin was in the class they may have hexed Neville. Well Malfoy would have at least. The class continued like this. Soon it was Roses' turn to go up.

She walked up to the front of the classroom and the boggart turned into a pink cloth and a few video cameras. Rose blushed and said, "Ridiculous," lazily. The cameras disappeared and the pink cloth twisted into a black book labeled, "The idiotic preps guide to getting a life." Rose laughed and walked back to her friends. She high-fived Mary as she walked past. Now it was Ron's turn.

The boggart turned a spider. "Ridiculous." Ron said and the spider started to tap dance. Now it was Mary's turn but she didn't go up.

"Uh… Professor is it okay if I don't go up?" Mary asked nervously, fear showing on every inch of her face. Professor Lupin nodded and Lavender went up.

Class ended soon after that. Mary was glad to get out of there but before she could get out the door Professor Lupin called her and Rose back.

"I just want to welcome you two to Hogwarts, don't worry you're not in trouble." He said, Rose relaxed.

"Miss Lamya- err Rose would it be alright if I spoke to Mary privately?" He asked.

"Sure," Rose said quickly. Mary remembered that Rose hated talking with teachers because it creped her out. Mary understood this, one year her teacher had been friends with her foster mom and her teacher constantly came over.

"Mary," He started. "What are you most afraid of?"

Mary knew he was going to ask her. It was possibly the most predictable thing ever. Mary sighed, "Dumbeldore said that the staff would be told about my powers. Is that true?" Professor Lupin nodded. "Okay then you know. I'm afraid of my powers, I'm afraid of what I can do at night. I didn't want to face that boggart because if I did the whole class would know who, well what I am." She paused and pretended to kick something imaginary on the floor.

"Yes, I understand that. Anyway, I wanted to speak to you about a lesson I have planned for next week." He said then took out one of the text books from a shelf and flipped the pages and showed Mary a page. Mary looked at him weird. "If you will feel uncomfortable in the class you are excused from those lessons."

Mary was deep in thought, 'Why the hell does he have to teach about this. Isn't this Defense against DARK ARTS? I'm not a dark art. Or maybe I am.' Mary thought. Than she actually spoke aloud, "I'll be fine." She smiled weakly. "But why do you have to teach the class this, I'm not a form of dark arts."

He nodded, "I know, but I need to teach the class just like I will have to teach them about werewolves soon."

Mary nodded and took this as a sign to leave. She met up with her friends in the common room; they had about 15 minutes till their next class started. Hermione was already doing some homework no surprise there and Harry and Rose were playing wizard chess while talking to Ron. Mary walked over to them.

"Hey." She said gloomily.

"What's up with you?" Rose asked.

Mary smiled weakly. "I officially hate ze teachers here."

"Did you just say ze instead of the?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." Mary answered, and then shrugged. "I was born in France and French was my first language so I sometimes speak with a French accent."

"What is making you hate the teachers here?" Harry asked not taking his eyes off the board he called out a letter and number and then looked up at Rose, "Checkmate." He said and started cleaning the board.

"He just wanted to know about my fear and stuff." Mary said. Then sighed, "Shouldn't we be going to Divination now, you said it took a while to get up there and we have about 10 minutes before her class starts."

Ron, Rose, Harry, and Mary left saying bye to Hermione. They all climbed the long staircase to Trelawney's room.

First I shall apologize for the delay, I am sick and I was having trouble typing this. The ideas were in my head just couldn't get them into sentences.

Second I would like to apologize if this chapter made almost no sense. I hope to clear stuff up in later chapters.

Third I tried to make this chapter funny but it was hard. Hint: The next chapter will be finny.

Ok I think that's all the comments except: Where are all my reviews? I got no reviews from last chapter; I hope my reviewers aren't all sick.