A/N: Wow. I didn't think so many people would see this so quick. This is my first fanfiction and well… I was kind of worried to be honest, that people wouldn't enjoy my writing. I wish to become an author you see. Although trying to become someone else's character or trying to get into their mindset is more difficult than with my own characters. This will be a good learning experience no matter how you look at it.
I don't own anything. You may only thank one J.K. Rowling for the magical world.
Down the rabbit hole.
HPPOV
What. the. Hell?! The damn women sat me down between them. They had some nerve after what they had literally just pulled. Why did it have to be Draco to walk in on this mess? He would have found out eventually but this was ridiculous. The boy didn't even try to get these infuriating women to take the jinx off. Probably was afraid they'd get him with it too. Still it was hard to stay mad at the blonde boy. With the surrounding girls it was a little easier since I at least know their motivation as well as the fact that they won't take the jinx off before I 'grow a pair'. They just want you to spend more time with them, and live with them. Gready the lot of them. I scowled.
I softened my scowl as Hermione started to put sausage and various other common breakfast foods. It was starting to wear on me, the exasperating feeling of having to be angry with someone so close to my self. I gave her a small smile when she silently scouted the plate closer to me, sometimes she was such a mother hen. Hermione didn't seem to mind the hissing Pansy that was trying very hard to make her own plate.
Some things will never change I guess, even if I'm beyond furious with these three there is no helping it. I have to forgive them. I start to eat not entirely ignoring the pairs of silver eyes that had been burning into the front of my forehead. I looked up at Draco leveling his stare with one of my own. What did he think he was doing? Maybe he's trying to understand you? I smiled slightly looking back down to my food. He wasn't the only one trying to figure out why I wasn't snapping at the girls. I continued to eat.
SSPOV
Something was different at the eight year table. It wasn't noticeable to the untrained eye but I knew something was in the air, something that hadn't been as noticeable before. To my horror and chagrin the center of this change happened to be my godson and Potter. Have they finally put that petty rivalry behind them? Potter and I had done the same only a few months before after he saved me from Nagini's poison. It was shaky at first but I'm confident now that Potter wasn't even remotely like 'Potter'. He isn't like Lilly either. No Potter is his own man, shaped by his surroundings.
I smirked. Looking down on the small group now you'd almost think they had all switched rolls over night. Parkinson was being rather loud demanding her coffee while Lavender was sitting there cooly collected almost compared to her usual boy crazed antics. Granger was still studious as ever with a book out on her lap as she ate. What was the most odd was Potter's silence and Draco's open observation and calculation of Potter's every movement and twitch as if it would answer him some troubling and universal question.
Usually Draco would do this much more subtly as if he wasn't doing it on purpose and as if he had zoned out and just stared at Potter for convenience sake. Potter's silence was uncommon though. Yes he wasn't the loudest compared to some of the other students but he wasn't ever this withdrawn.
My observation was cut short when a certain wild dog turned teacher of defense, yet again, sat next to me. "Lupin," I nodded in greeting. He looked up at me with a soft smile. "Severus, how was your sleep?" the wolf turned to look at me instead of out on the slow trickle of student ready to get their own breakfast. I froze up a little at his question. You would to if your sleep had been plagued by the person asking you such a question. "It was… satisfactory." I let my hair hide my expression, if I didn't the wolf would see me blushing and so would the students. It would ruin my hard earned image.
"Really? That's good." Remus nodded scooping up some oatmeal to add his plate. He doesn't actually care, he's just being polite. I scowled a little at the voice whispering in the back of my head as I sipped at my black coffee not bothering with the food in front of me. I didn't feel hungry so why should I waste more time than what was needed? I'm a busy man.
I stood from the table ready to start my day. There may not be classes to be taught but I had an owl order potion business I had started on the weekends to take up time. I loved making potions, it was my first career choice. I had never thought I'd end up teaching half-wittes with runny noses, but war can make anything happen. I nodded to Minerva who had looked over when she heard a chair against the floor. I barely made it a third of the way away from the table before the wolf had grabbed me by my upper arm. What the hell did the mongrel want? Wasn't it enough to plague my thoughts even while I sleep.
I lifted my eyebrow looking at him. Trying in a futile attempt to shake him off my arm. I didn't like being grabbed, too many bad memories. And good dreams. "Can I speak with you latter in the day? I have a topic I need your opinion on," He asked but I opened my mouth ready to tell him I am too busy a man instead he merely waved me off "And no it can't wait, at least not long. Sometime tonight should be fine. Come to my rooms."
With this he let go of my arm in favor to returning to his half full plate. I scowled deeply. Whatever he wanted my opinion for must be something about how to teach a topic of defense or something equally as tedious. Or….No don't even go there. You know that's not even possible. You aren't attractive in any sort of way it's just as your students say. You're a 'greasy old bat' who will always live alone. I made my way to my potions lab opting to use the teacher's secret exit instead of scaring the students with my long strides in between the tables.