Chapter 9
I do not own Harry Potter in any way.
The next morning, Anya headed down for breakfast. Anya noticed Harry looked tired too. "Trouble sleeping last night?" she asked him.
"Yeah. I guess I was just excited about today", he told her, "What about you?"
"I miss my father", she told him.
Not a complete lie.
She missed both Remus and her father.
Harry put his hand on hers and said, "I miss my parents too. Even if I never knew them".
She smiled at him.
Harry pulled his hand back as the twins sat down.
"Excited Harry? Anya?" they asked, "What have you got this morning?"
"Transfiguration", Anya told them.
"McGonagall's not too bad. She's pretty nice to Gryffindors. Just don't make her mad", George told them.
The Transfiguration classroom was pretty easy to find, thanks to the map Remus had drawn her.
It was nothing like the Marauder's Map, but it helped her find her class easy enough.
About 15 minutes into the class, Harry and Ron came running in.
Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to her work.
"Made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron asked.
McGonagall shifted back into her human form.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron said, which caused Anya to smile.
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley", she said, "Perhaps it would be better if I transfigured Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. Then one of you might be on time".
"We got lost", Harry told her.
"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats", she said.
Harry and Ron took a seat behind Anya and Hermione.
"How are you here on time?" Harry asked Anya and she passed him her map.
"Thanks", he whispered.
"You're welcome", she said.
Next they had Potions with the Slytherins.
Anya loved Potions, much to her father and Remus' dismay.
Professor Snape burst into the classroom. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making", Snape said, his eyes on Anya, "However, for those select few who possess the predisposition…I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death".
Snape's eyes fell on Harry, who was scribbling in his notebook. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention", Snape snapped.
Anya elbowed Harry in the ribs and motioned to Snape.
"Mr. Potter and Miss Lupin", Snape said, "What would I get if I added root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"A sleeping potion so powerful it's known as the Draught of the Living Death", Anya answered.
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?" Snape asked.
"In the stomach of a goat", she answered.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked.
"There is no difference. They're the same thing", she answered.
Snape was astounded by her knowledge in Potions. Clearly, he had underestimated her. "Congratulations Miss Lupin, you've just earned detention", Snape said.
"For what?!" she yelled.
"That is to be determined", he said, "Five points from Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor's groaned.
That night, Anya made her way down to the dungeons and knocked on the Potions classroom door.
"Enter", she heard Snape say. She entered the room.
"Good evening, Miss Black", Snape said.
Anya's heart stopped and her blood ran cold.
"That's right. I know who you are. It astounds me that Lupin is trying to pass you off as his daughter, when you look nothing like him. Surely, you didn't think that you would get away with it. Just by looking at you, you can tell you're Black's brat", Snape said.
Anya had her wand pointed at him in a second. "Don't. You. Dare. Talk about my father", she growled.
Snape smirked. "You Black's are all the same", Snape said, "Now get out of my classroom".
Anya stormed out of the classroom in tears.