Disclaimer: Nope… still don't own Harry Potter. It's really disappointing actually.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, I've been really busy with school, work, and everything else. Here's chapter 7!
Rebecca smiled slightly to herself as she walked down the hall to Astronomy, her favorite class. Each year the class had gotten smaller as more and more students lost interest, but Rebecca never lost interest. She believed that the beauty of the stars should be appreciated every night. They were there to bring hope to people. The stars were magical specks of light to Rebecca. They made her smile and washed away all her problems.
She got to the classroom and found the door closed. She smiled knowingly and knocked. The door was shut to keep the room dark, so Professor Sinistra could provide fairly accurate lessons during the day.
Professor Sinistra opened the door, "Hello, Miss Sanders. Come in quick. We don't want to ruin today's lesson."
Rebecca nodded and stepped into the room, "What is today's lesson, Professor?"
"Well, since you are the only one from Gryffindor, my Dear, I thought today we might just identify some nebulas, stars, and positions," Sinistra replied. "Then, for next class, all of the students who still appreciate the skies, will meet at night , outside on the patio."
Rebecca nodded, "When is next class?"
"Wednesday. I hope the weather stays nice," the professor answered.
"Mmm. Me too," Rebecca agreed.
"Now, enough chit-chat. Let's see how much you remember," Professor Sinistra tapped a slide projector with her wand and blew out the few candles providing the little light in the room.
The ceiling was instantly covered in stars. Rebecca set her things down and lay on the floor on a cushion.
"Now, what constellation are we looking at? What star is the brightest? And when is this constellation most easily seen?" The professor asked.
Rebecca smiled; she'd been given an easy one, "The constellation is Orion, the brightest star is Beetlejuice, and the constellation is most easily seen the in the fall."
"Correct," Sinistra smiled. Rebecca was on of her star pupils. The professor was very proud of her.
The remainder of the class went on in that fashion. Rebecca missed only two questions, but otherwise had no problem. They reached the end of the slides and Sinistra dismissed Rebecca reminding her that next class would be Wednesday at seven thirty that evening on top of the Astronomy tower. Rebecca thanked her professor, and then headed to the last class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
She sat down in her normal spot, the left, front corner. However, the Marauders came in and spotted her.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here," Sirius said as he sauntered over to her desk.
Rebecca rolled her eyes and forced a smile, "Hello."
"Is there a reason why you always sit in the same general area in every class, Becky?" Sirius asked.
"My name is Rebecca and I like to sit where I sit. Is that a problem?" Rebecca asked, bridging her hands together.
"Becky, what class do you have before this?" Remus asked, placing himself in the desk behind Sirius.
"Don't tell me you're going to call me that too!" Rebecca rolled her eyes and tilted her head back.
Remus smiled, "Why do you detest it so much?"
Rebecca froze for a moment; she didn't want to tell them the real reason. She needed an alibi, "I-I just don't like it."
"Okay," Remus nodded, not buying a word she said. "Well then, we'll just have to get you to like it."
"You can try, but you won't succeed. I guarantee it," Rebecca replied.
"We'll see about that," Sirius smirked.
Rebecca was about to reply when the door slammed shut, causing the class to jump to attention.
"This is Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am your professor. You will learn the most advanced training in the Dark Arts that I can teach you. You will learn how to defend yourself to the best of your ability. You will learn how to incapacitate your enemies in the blink of an eye. You will also lean how to torture, control, resist control, and kill your enemies. It will be hard work. There will be pain and suffering, but by the end of the year, those of you who still continue with the same career path will graduate with the best training possible. Those of you who will not put in the work to pass this class should leave now. After today, there will not be another chance to back out."
The students looked at each other. The class consisted of mostly guys. The few girls were, Rebecca, Alice Prewitt, and Amelia Bones. The rest consisted of John McMillan, Amos Diggory, Frank Longbottom, and the Marauders. No one moved, so the Professor continued to speak.
A/N: Okay, that was Chapter seven! I finally updated. Yay! I'd like to thank all those who reviewed! I really appreciate the feedback.