Updated as of 2/13/19
A/N: Please note I use some parts from the book and deleted scenes.
In the clock tower courtyard a large group of third year students and older were standing as McGonagall addressed them. Filch was collecting permission slips.
"Remember! These visits to Hogsmeade Village are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in any way, that privilege shall not be extended again," McGonagall told them. Harry approached her, but before he could utter a syllable she cut him off. "No permission form signed. No visiting the Village. That's the rule, Potter."
"All those with permission follow me," Filch said. "Those without, stay put." McGonagall began to walk with the students but Harry stopped her by jogging in front of her.
"But professor, I thought if you signed it, then I could go."
"I can't. Only a parent or a guardian can sign. Since I am neither, it would be inappropriate." She walked passed him before turning back. "I'm sorry, Potter. That's my final word," she said putting a hand on his shoulder before following the others. Ron, Hermione and Fiona stood by with matching frowns.
"Forget about it, guys. See you later," Harry said before heading back towards the clock tower. Hermione waved as the three followed after the others. Fiona looked ahead at the group of students as everyone made their way across the bridge. She saw the blond headed boy look back at her briefly. Hermione and Ron spoke about which stores they wanted to see and what they should bring back Harry.
When the group arrived at the village everyone spilt off into groups, the older students knowing exactly where they wanted to go while the third years looked around at all the stores. Fiona saw Draco looking at her by a bookshop; he nodded his head towards it before going inside. Fiona started to head over.
"Where are you going, Fiona?" Ron asked. She turned to see Hermione and Ron looking at her; they'd been heading in the opposite direction.
"Oh, I'm just meeting someone."
"Meeting someone? Who?" Ron asked with a frown.
"She has other friends, Ronald," Hermione said.
"Sorry guys. We can hang out next time, promise," Fiona said.
"Alright, well if you want to meet up later we'll probably be at Honeyduke's," Hermione told her. "Ron wants to get Harry something from Zonko's." Fiona nodded and the two walked towards another store while Fiona headed over to the entered the shop and found Draco towards the back looking over a few books, running his finger along them.
"There you are," Draco said as Fiona came around a bookshelf.
"Why are we in here?" Fiona asked looking around the bookshop. There weren't that many people inside and only one or two students near the front but no third years.
"Well, we had to get you away from Granger and Weasl-be somehow."
"We...we're not just gunna hide out in here are we?" Fiona asked.
"Of course not," Draco said with a frown before shaking his head.
"I just... I didn't know if you'd want your friends to see us."
"So what if they do? I'm not ashamed to be seen with you," he reminded her. "I just didn't want you to have to deal with those two asking questions. It's a good thing Potter wasn't allowed to come," he added.
"He is protective over me. He'd jump to conclusions without listening."
"Wouldn't want that, now would we?" he asked with a small chuckle. "Did you... get my present last night?"
"I did," Fiona said with a smile making him smirk. "For a cat Grimm looked awfully annoyed at having to carry a rose all the way up from the dungeons." Draco rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah... I didn't know how else to give it to you," he said. She saw his cheeks turn pink.
"You could've just handed it to me."
"Where's the fun in that?" he said. "Though..." He suddenly held out a rose. "I realized I didn't wanna miss the look on your face," he said. Fiona's face flushed and Draco smirked. She took the rose and smelled it before she smiled up at him shyly.
"Draco?" she asked.
"Yes luv?"
"What... are we?"
"We can be whatever you want us to be," he said gently brushing her hair out of her face.
"What do you want us to be? What do you see us as?"
"Well... Let's see, I see you as..." He pretended to think. "Personally I think girlfriend has a nice ring to it. So does boyfriend, if you'll have me." He smirked as her whole face went red. "Don't worry, I won't tell Potter," he added with a chuckle. His smirk faltered as she just stared up at him. "Fiona... a-a yes or no would be great to hear right now," Draco said sounding a bit uncertain.
"O-okay," she said.
"Okay?"
"I-I mean yes. Yes," Fiona said before looking at her feet shyly.
"Great." He grinned before slipping his hand in hers. He kissed the back of it. "Shall we then?" Fiona nodded. "Let's just see where Granger and Weasley are," he said peeking around the bookshelf to look out the window. "They just went into Zonko's. Come on." He looked back at her with a big grin before pulling her out of the shop. Fiona couldn't help her huge grin as they ran across to another shop.
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"And the post office, it's about 200 owls sitting colour coded shelves depending on how fast you want your letter to go," Hermione said as she and the others sat in the great hall.
"Honeyduke's Sweetshop is brilliant, but nothing beats Zonko's Joke Shop," Ron said. "We never did get a chance to go to the Shrieking Shack. You heard it's the most-"
"Haunted building in Britain. Yeah, I know," Harry said. He looked at Fiona. "What about you? Have fun?"
"Not as much as I would've if you were there," Fiona said with a smile making him smile back.
"But I mean, after a while it got a bit boring. Don't you think, Ron?" Hermione asked him.
"What? No! Boring?" he replied, completely missing her look at first. "Oh yeah! De-depressing." Harry forced a weak smile.
…
"What's going on?" Ron asked when the four had to stop on the middle of the stairs on the way to Gryffindor tower.
"Probably Neville forgot the password again," Ron said.
"Hey!" Neville said, offended, standing behind them.
"Oh, you're there."
"Let me through, please. Excuse me! I'm Head Boy!" Percy called as he pushed his way past some other student. "Get back, all of you." He got to the portrait. "No one is to enter this dormitory until it's been fully searched." Ginny rushed to the others.
"The Fat Lady! She's gone!"
"Server her right. She was a terrible singer," Ron said.
"It's not funny, Ron," Hermione said.
"Keep calm, everyone. Break into four," Percy said. "Back to your common room." The surrounding portraits were weeping.
"Heaven knows. Heaven knows."
"Be quite. Make way. The headmaster's here. Come on, move."
"You heard. Move!" Filch shouted. He and Dumbledore stopped in front of the slashed portrait. Filch turned and scanned the walls.
"Mr. Filch? Round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting I the castle to find the Fat Lady."
"There's no need for ghosts, professor," Filch said. "The Fat Lady's there," he said pointing. Everyone rushed to where he pointed.
"Mind where you're going!" Percy shouted. "Slow down! You listen! I'm Head Boy!"
"Come back here!"
"Keep moving!" Dumbledore said as he followed everyone. He got to the portrait where the Fat Lay was hiding behind a hippo. "Dear Lady, who did this to you?"
"Eyes like the devil, he's got," she cried. "and a soul as dark as his name. It's him, headmaster. The one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle! Sirius Black!"
"Secure the castle, Mr. Filch," Dumbledore said. "The rest of you, to the Great Hall." Everyone headed down the stairs. Fiona put a hand on Harry's arm; he was staring.
Everyone was brought to the great hall and sleeping bags were provided. It was in the middle of the night and most students were asleep. Fiona had her sleeping bag next to Harry but neither was asleep. Fiona kept her eyes closed as she heard Dumbledore and a few teachers come in.
"I've search the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery," Filch said. "There's nothing there."
"Thank you," Dumbledore said.
"The third floor's clear too, sir," Professor Flitwick said.
"Very good."
"I've done the dungeons, Headmaster," Snape said. "No sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle."
"I didn't really expect him to linger," Dumbledore said.
"Remarkable feat, don't you think?" Snape asked. "To enter Hogwarts Castle on one's own completely undetected?" he asked as the two started walking down the row between the students.
"Quite remarkable, yes."
"Any theories on how he might have managed it?"
"Many. Each as unlikely as the next."
"You may recall…prior to the start of term I'd expressed concerns about your appointment of Professor-"
"Not a single professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black to enter it. I'm quite convinced the castle is safe and I'm more than willing to send the students to their houses."
"What about Potter? Should he be warned?" Snape asked.
"Perhaps. But for now, let him sleep. For in dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud," Dumbledore said. The two walked away and Fiona opened her eyes to meet Harry's. He gave her a weak smile.
Snape burst into the DADA class, waving his wand and closing the windows as he past with loud thuds. He got to the front of the class and pulled on a rope. A projector screen came down and he turned to the class.
"Turn to page 394," he said. Everyone looked confused but did as they were told. Snape started walking to the back of the class. Harry leaned over his desk.
"Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?" he asked.
"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time." He walked to the projector. "Turn to page 394." He tapped the projector with his wand. Snape noticed Ron flipping slowly through his book and waved his wand. Ron's book turned to the right page.
"Werewolves?" Ron asked.
"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks." Harry turned to see Hermione suddenly beside him. "We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks."
"Quiet," Snape said.
"When did she come in?"Ron asked Harry. "Did you see her come in?" Harry shook his head before looking at Hermione who took her book out.
"Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asked as he walked to the front of the class as the projector slides turn showing drawn werewolf attacks and such. Hermione raised her hand. "No one? How disappointing."
"Please, sir," Hermione said as Snape turned to face the class. "an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds only to the call of its own kind." Draco let out a howl before laughing. Crabbe, beside him, laughed as well.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said to him before looking at Hermione. "That is the second time you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all? Five points from Gryffindor." The Gryffindors in the room groaned quietly.
"You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?" Ron exclaimed.
"Detention Weasley."
"Ron's right, you asked someone to tell you the difference and she did," Fiona said. "Maybe if you'd turned around you would've seen her hand. Not that it'd do much good, you never call on her anyways or anyone not in Slytherin."
"Another five points, Miss Gaunt," Snape said giving her a glare. "And detention for you as well." Hermione gave her and Ron a smile and mouthed a 'thank you' when Snape turned his back. Draco scrawled something on a piece of paper before putting it in his hands. When he opened his hands the paper had turned into a little paper crane. He blew on it and it flew from his hands to Harry's desk. "As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognizing it." The class groaned.
"Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow," Harry said. Snape was suddenly in his face, holding onto his desk.
"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394." Snape walked away. "The term 'werewolf' is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word 'wer' which means 'man,' and 'wolf.' Werewolf, man-wolf." Harry opened the paper crane to find a poorly drawn picture of Harry on a broom getting hit by lightning during a game. He looked over at Draco who wagged his eyebrows at him.
When the bell finally rang Snape held the class. He made sure to remind them of the assigned essay, two rolls of parchment long, on how to recognize and kill werewolves before he dismissed everyone but Fiona and Ron. Harry and Hermione waited outside the class, and out of earshot, for the two. Five minutes later Ron and Fiona caught up with them.
"D'you know what that – (he called Snape something that made Hermione say "Ron!") – is making me do? I've got to scrub out all the bedpans in the hospital wing, without magic!" he exclaimed. His fists were clenched and his face was almost as red as his hair. "Why couldn't Black have hidden in Snape's office eh? He could have finished him off for us!"
"And you?" Harry asked, turning to Fiona.
"I have to clean the entire Potions classroom, also without magic," she growled.
It was a Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match and like Draco's drawing it was a full out down pour with lighting and everything. The people in the stadium had umbrellas and raincoats on while the Quidditch players had goggles. Lightning struck a girl's broom and Harry narrowly avoided getting hit by her. Harry took off after the Hufflepuff seeker outside of the stadium and high into the sky. Soon they lost sight of him but only moments later the Hufflepuff seeker came falling down, hair sticking up in every direction. Fiona stared up at the sky waiting for a glimpse of Harry. When she finally did see him he was free falling, unconscious, without his broom. Hermione and Fiona screamed. Dumbledore stood in his stand.
"Aresto momentum!"
…
"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron asked.
"Peaky?" Fred asked.
"What d'you expect?" George asked.
"He fell over 100 feet," Fred said.
"Yeah, c'mon, Ron. Let's walk you off the Astronomy Tower,"
"And see what you look like."
"Probably a right sight better than he normally does," Harry said as he opened his eyes slightly to see everyone crowded around him in a hospital bed. He sat up with a grunt.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, brilliant," Harry said.
"Gave us a right good scare, mate," Fred said before sitting down in a chair beside him.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"Well, you fell off your broom," Ron said.
"Really?" Harry asked. "I meant the match. Who won?"
"Okay Mr. Sassypants," Fiona said smacking his leg.
"Hey." Fiona gave him a look. "Sorry… Well?" he looked around at everyone. Hermione stood.
"Um. No one blames you, Harry. The dementors aren't meant to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off."
"Where's Wood?" Harry asked as he noticed the Captain wasn't there.
"Still in the showers," Fred said. "We think he's trying to drown himself."
"There's uh… something else you should know, Harry," Ron said. "When you fell… your broom it sort of blew in the Whomping Willow. And well..." Harry noticed the jacket Ron was holding full of splintered wood and twisted twigs. Ron lifted the biggest piece of the broom. Harry stared at the pieces.
Their next Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the following Monday, Professor Lupin was back teaching. He looked like he had been ill; there were dark shadows under his eyes. After a few minutes of the class complaining about Snape and the assigned essay, Professor Lupin told them they didn't have to worry about the essay. Of course Hermione, who had already finished the essay, was disappointed. The lesson started as Professor Lupin brought out a glass box containing a hinkypunk. The class practiced the Lumos Duo charm to solidify the creature and the Knockback Jinx (Flipendo )for if they ever encountered a hinkypunk. Professor Lupin definitely didn't have enough energy as his first class though everyone was excited to be actually practicing magic.
A/N: I think my favorite part in all of book three is: "Still in the showers," Fred said. "We think he's trying to drown himself."