A/N: Woohoo! Another chapter after what? a year!

Disclaimer: None of these characters are belong to me

It was a depressing time for Harry, one of his worst enemies gained a position of power; it all looked downhill from there.

"I can't believe Snape is the new headmaster." Harry thought, sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner.

"I can't believe they'd actually let him..." Hermione added, sitting beside him.

"I can't believe it's not butter..." said Ron, examining a piece of French bread.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded, "Harry is going through a tough time and all you can think about is butter?"

"Well, you have to admit it's pretty ama-hey, I know Harry is going through some tough times, but so am I!"

"Oh, and what's that?"

"I can't figure out how this can't be butter!"

"Oh, forget it!" Hermione shouted, rising, angrily, from her chair and storming out of the great hall.

"Ron..." Harry examined the piece of French bread, "That is butter."

"Oh...right."

"I need to talk to someone about Vol D. Mort..."

"Why?" Ron asked, "He seems like a good professor to me."

Harry sighed, "Maybe I can talk to Lupin about it..."

"You're in luck, " Ron replied, "We have him later today."

"Good..." Harry said absent mindedly, concentrating on the Slytherin's table.

There sat Malfoy stuffing his face, the green baseball cap on his head. Harry couldn't help but stare at it intently, it was something he desired, but couldn't have. The hat absolutely tantalized him...

Malfoy spotted Harry staring at him, and he smiled, smugly, at him.

"Malfoy..." Harry muttered under his breath, turning back to his dinner.

Indeed, Harry's spirits were much higher by the time he got to Potions class. Ron and Hermione were still a little upset with each other, but Harry knew from past experiences that they would be talking soon.

They were sharing Potions with the Hufflepuffs currently, but Harry wasn't upset by that, anything was better than the Slytherins!

Yes, it was the same dark, cluttered room that Harry had begun to loathe, but the uneasiness was lifted with the presence of Lupin as his teacher.

Poor Lupin, he really did look terrible; his robes were awfully tattered, his face was as pale as ever, and his nails looked like they hadn't been cut in ages.

"Well, class, today we will be learning about a potion called "Phoenix Down," Lupin began, as soon as the class was situated, "It's used to heal people when they are knocked out."

"A combination of Curaga, Ether, and-"

"Yes, yes, Hermione, quite correct, "Lupin interrupted, taking a seat at his desk.

"Psstttt...Professor!" Harry edged over in his seat at the back of the room.

Lupin, however, didn't seem to hear him at all.

"Pssssttttt...PROFESSOR!" Harry spoke louder.

Still, there was no reply from Lupin.

"PROFESSOR!"

"Oh, yes, I have to pass out the supplies of course!" Lupin remember, getting up.

After gather a few Curagas and Ethers from the cabinets, he began passing them out around the room.

"OW!" A Hufflepuff shouted in pain as Lupin's very long nail brushed against his arm.

"OW!" another shouted as the same happened.

Lupin must of had no idea of what was going on, as everyone in the class had been scraped by Lupin's nails.

When Lupin finally reached Harry, he quickly took the remaining ingredients from Lupin's hands, carefully avoiding his nails. He grabbed enough for himself, Hermione, and Ron.

"Th-thanks, Professor." Harry smiled, 'Maybe I'll ask him later...'

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update...I finally have another computer now, so I'll update more often!