A/N: Here's another one. Hermione

Hermione raised her hand, a question on her mind, as their professor explained the rules of the classroom.

"Just a moment, Hermione," he said, smiling, "I know what you're about to ask, let me finish. You may put your hand down."

Hermione set her hand down, smiling at him and looked over at Harry who still looked stunned.

"There will not be any name calling as long as I am teaching. This is the most important of all the respect issues we have at this school. I know a lot of name calling goes on between…er…Slytherin and Gryffindor," he said, looking a bit uncomfortable, "Because when I went here, I was in Gryffindor and I can tell you right now, it wasn't very pleasant."

"Excuse me, sir," Seamus said, raising his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Finnigan?" the professor asked.

"Well, did you go here when Snape went here?"

He laughed, "Yes, I did, but that's a conversation for another time. The third rule; I will not have any fights break out in this classroom. I know sometimes things can get a little rough, but save it for break. Anyone who is involved in a fight, or who provokes one will be chucked out and will be at the mercy of the headmaster."

Hermione started as Draco slammed the door open and took his place between Crabbe and Goyle.

"Wonder what's got his gizzard," Ron muttered to Hermione watching Malfoy.

"That, class, is precisely the attitude I will not tolerate in my classroom. As for you, Mr. Malfoy, since you were preoccupied during my explanation of the rules, I will give you an excuse this one time. Meet me after class and I will explain what you have missed.

"Why would I meet you after class?" Malfoy rudely asked.

"Pardon me?" the professor politely asked.

Hermione turned to Malfoy, "Shut it, Malfoy!" she threatened.

"Or what?" he chided.

"Or you'll get into trouble. Do you even know who you're dealing with?" she asked, glaring at him.

"Gee, I dunno," he sarcastically said, "If you're so smart, why don't you tell me, mudblood?"

Hermione felt her face grow hot as the whole class as one gasped.

"Now now," said the professor, "I really didn't look forward to handing out detentions on the first day of this class, please settle down."

Hermione turned away from him, angrier than she had been with Ron.

"Now, what was your question, Hermione?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know if you would want to answer it right now, Professor," at this he smiled broadly, "But…" she let her sentence trail off, wondering if she should save it for after class.

"You were wondering why I came back," he made it a statement, not a question.

She looked up at him, "Yeah."

"Meet me after I'm done speaking with Mr. Malfoy, all three of you," he said, looking from Hermione to Ron and finally to Harry, who smiled.

"Why do you wear clothes that make you look like a tramp?" Malfoy demanded.

Hermione could see that her professor had stiffened, "Because, Mr. Malfoy, these are the clothes I died in."

"How'd you die?" Parvati quietly asked.

"Well, I'm not quite sure I can reveal that at the moment. I kind of died in a top secret place…"

"Like in the Department of Mysteries," Malfoy said.

Hermione tightly shut her eyes, and then looked at the professor who was looking at Malfoy.

"Yes, like the Department of Mysteries."

"May I ask," Colin Creevey asked as if he were a reporter, "Who killed you?"

A disgusted expression came over him, "A deatheater."

Neville, who was sitting on the other side of Hermione, went ridged.

"How did they kill you?"

"A spell," he simply lied, "Killed me instantly."

"Why were you fighting them?"

"I was fighting a whole bunch of deatheaters…"

"You weren't a deatheater?"

Hermione wasn't sure who was asking all the questions but it was starting to drive her insane.

"No,"

The whole class, save for Hermione, Ron and Harry, stared open mouthed at him.

"Come now, you can't all be that shocked!" he said, smiling.

Several people laughed at that.

"Who are you anyway?" Malfoy coolly asked from the back.

"Why, you don't know who I am?" he asked, his smile growing even broader.

Malfoy shrugged, "No, I don't."

He threw his head back and gave a bark-like laugh, "I'm Sirius Black."