The Lunacy of Lupin
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all this stuff does not belong to me. Everything that is in any way related to Harry Potter or the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Partly due to my wish that Remus Lupin would go back and teach at Hogwarts (even though it's not going to happen) and partly just because I felt like it, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are all seventeen. Call it strange, whatever, that's just the way it is, ok? The age really has nothing to do with the rest of the story anyway. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Dark and Prone to Violence---thanks for the idea, I had actually thought about doing this before. I'm sorry if I completely screw this up, I wasn't really sure how to do it….
Chapter Three: The Detention
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in three particularly overstuffed armchairs by the fire in the in the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry and Ron were working on a difficult essay for Professor Flitwick; Hermione, however, had already finished this essay and had her nose buried deep in a book called So You Think You're Ready to Take N.E.W.T's? All they could see of her head was a few bushy strands on top. Every few minutes she would check the time, then start reading again. No one spoke; everyone was concentrating.
Finally, at a quarter past seven, Hermione broke the silence and the three of them set off for the DADA classroom.
"Wonder what he's gonna do this time?" Ron said eagerly. Harry grinned, but Hermione frowned slightly, looking disdainful. Thankfully, she didn't comment.
"Snape," she finally said grumpily. "It was awful of him to give us detention. We were talking quietly, at least." "But we were talking," Harry said fairly, looking at her as they walked. She shrugged indifferently, but still seemed haughty all the way to Professor Lupin's classroom.
When at last they arrived at the door, Ron smiled mischievously, opened it, and immediately took a step back onto Harry's feet. Harry punched him in the back and he gulped but went forward all the same. In a few seconds, both Harry and Hermione got a clear view of Lupin's room--and Lupin himself--and stood frozen for a moment out of shock.
Everything in the room had turned either black or red, including the desks (which were back in place) and their chairs. There were strings hanging from the ceiling with CD's strung on them. A huge stereo was resting on Professor Lupin's desk.
But Lupin was definitely most shocking. He had completely abandoned robes; he was wearing a large black sleeveless T-shirt, a pair of baggy black jeans, and several leather wristbands, some with lethal-looking spikes on them. He had a leather band around his throat with yet more spikes and--surprising though it was--a black tattoo on his upper left arm: a pair of wings that said "Hell's Angel" underneath. His hair was a completely different matter. It had been gelled into many points on top of his head with what looked like the same stuff Draco Malfoy wore. Underneath one point the trio could see a line of silver piercing on his ear and one hanging off his eyebrow.
He looked up when they came in, all walking very slowly and goggling at him.
"Sit down," he said tersely. His voice was dull. He handed them each a great, huge stack of papers and a grading key, but didn't say anything. They got the gist and began grading. Lupin nodded and flipped on the gigantic stereo. Loud, blaring rock came out the speakers, the harsh tones and screaming voices making Harry, Ron, and Hermione lose all concentration. After about fifteen minutes, it started to tune out and some forms of thinking were made possible again. Lupin was playing an air-guitar, his many-spiked head bobbing up and down. When half an hour had passed, Lupin told them (however shortly) that they were free to go. Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered their tings and left together, ears still somewhat throbbing from the sound of the music.
"Well," Hermione said when they had reached Gryffindor Tower. That was all it seemed she could say. Harry and Ron, speechless as well, just told her goodnight and went up to their dormitory to finish off the rest of their homework.
"Believe it or not," Ron said as they climbed the spiral staircase, "that one was actually…. Cool."
Okay, so there you go. Tell me what you thought or your opinion in what Lupin's next trial should be in a review, all right? I know, not much dialogue. School's started here, so my updates won't be as frequent, but I'll probably be able to post on weekends, if all works out. But that's okay, the story must go on!! Sending my best, uraniumbombz.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all this stuff does not belong to me. Everything that is in any way related to Harry Potter or the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Partly due to my wish that Remus Lupin would go back and teach at Hogwarts (even though it's not going to happen) and partly just because I felt like it, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are all seventeen. Call it strange, whatever, that's just the way it is, ok? The age really has nothing to do with the rest of the story anyway. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Dark and Prone to Violence---thanks for the idea, I had actually thought about doing this before. I'm sorry if I completely screw this up, I wasn't really sure how to do it….
Chapter Three: The Detention
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in three particularly overstuffed armchairs by the fire in the in the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry and Ron were working on a difficult essay for Professor Flitwick; Hermione, however, had already finished this essay and had her nose buried deep in a book called So You Think You're Ready to Take N.E.W.T's? All they could see of her head was a few bushy strands on top. Every few minutes she would check the time, then start reading again. No one spoke; everyone was concentrating.
Finally, at a quarter past seven, Hermione broke the silence and the three of them set off for the DADA classroom.
"Wonder what he's gonna do this time?" Ron said eagerly. Harry grinned, but Hermione frowned slightly, looking disdainful. Thankfully, she didn't comment.
"Snape," she finally said grumpily. "It was awful of him to give us detention. We were talking quietly, at least." "But we were talking," Harry said fairly, looking at her as they walked. She shrugged indifferently, but still seemed haughty all the way to Professor Lupin's classroom.
When at last they arrived at the door, Ron smiled mischievously, opened it, and immediately took a step back onto Harry's feet. Harry punched him in the back and he gulped but went forward all the same. In a few seconds, both Harry and Hermione got a clear view of Lupin's room--and Lupin himself--and stood frozen for a moment out of shock.
Everything in the room had turned either black or red, including the desks (which were back in place) and their chairs. There were strings hanging from the ceiling with CD's strung on them. A huge stereo was resting on Professor Lupin's desk.
But Lupin was definitely most shocking. He had completely abandoned robes; he was wearing a large black sleeveless T-shirt, a pair of baggy black jeans, and several leather wristbands, some with lethal-looking spikes on them. He had a leather band around his throat with yet more spikes and--surprising though it was--a black tattoo on his upper left arm: a pair of wings that said "Hell's Angel" underneath. His hair was a completely different matter. It had been gelled into many points on top of his head with what looked like the same stuff Draco Malfoy wore. Underneath one point the trio could see a line of silver piercing on his ear and one hanging off his eyebrow.
He looked up when they came in, all walking very slowly and goggling at him.
"Sit down," he said tersely. His voice was dull. He handed them each a great, huge stack of papers and a grading key, but didn't say anything. They got the gist and began grading. Lupin nodded and flipped on the gigantic stereo. Loud, blaring rock came out the speakers, the harsh tones and screaming voices making Harry, Ron, and Hermione lose all concentration. After about fifteen minutes, it started to tune out and some forms of thinking were made possible again. Lupin was playing an air-guitar, his many-spiked head bobbing up and down. When half an hour had passed, Lupin told them (however shortly) that they were free to go. Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered their tings and left together, ears still somewhat throbbing from the sound of the music.
"Well," Hermione said when they had reached Gryffindor Tower. That was all it seemed she could say. Harry and Ron, speechless as well, just told her goodnight and went up to their dormitory to finish off the rest of their homework.
"Believe it or not," Ron said as they climbed the spiral staircase, "that one was actually…. Cool."
Okay, so there you go. Tell me what you thought or your opinion in what Lupin's next trial should be in a review, all right? I know, not much dialogue. School's started here, so my updates won't be as frequent, but I'll probably be able to post on weekends, if all works out. But that's okay, the story must go on!! Sending my best, uraniumbombz.