𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

The students sat in their DADA classroom excitedly waiting for Professor Lupin. They were chatting away when the door was harshly slammed and Professor Snape marched through the room, flicking his wand to close all the windows. Everyone fell silent.

He pulled down a projector screen, and said, "turn to page 394."

Everyone did as he said, as he walked slowly down the aisle between the desks.

"Excuse me sir." Harry asked politely, when the Professor neared his and (Y/N)'s desk. "Where's Professor Lupin?"

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?" Snape answered coldly. "Suffice it to say that your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394." He tapped the projector with his wand, turning it on.

The Professor's words, made (Y/N) think about the wolf howling she heard last night, she looked down at her page and saw that they were learning about werewolves, could there be a deeper meaning to why Professor Snape chose this topic?

She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when Snape swished his wand so Ron's book would turn to page 394.

"Werewolves?" Ron asked.

"But Sir, we've just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks." Hermione said, appearing 'out of nowhere', having just used the time turner.

"Quiet." Snape snarled.

"When did she come in, did you see her come in?!" Ron whisper yelled. Harry shook his head confused.

"Now which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asked.

Even though (Y/N) knew the answer, she wasn't in the mood to raise her hand and speak, so she stayed quiet. Hermione raised her hand, while no one else did.

"No one?" The Professor questioned, "how disappointing."

"Please, Sir. An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind." Hermione stated.

Draco howled making his minions laugh, even though it wasn't funny.

"Thank you, Mr Malfoy." Snape sighed.

(Y/N) facepalmed at Hermione's words, knowing that she was bound to get in trouble for speaking out of turn.

"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" Snape said.

"He's got a point you know?" Ron whispered.

"Five points from Gryffindor."

"Oh shut up you slimy greaseball, you asked a bloody question and Hermione answered it. If your going to be a substitute teacher for a lesson, I recommend teaching the students something they are already learning about, so that the so called 'insufferable know-it-all' doesn't answer all the questions. No wonder, your not the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, your certainly not qualified." (Y/N) said, raising her voice slightly.

Harry noticed (Y/N)'s eyes were glowing red again, and he was shocked by her words. Snape wasn't angry though, it was as if he was ready for something like this to happen.

"Sit down, McKinnon." He glared at her, and she slowly complied. "As an antidote to Miss Granger's ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognising it."

Everyone groaned in annoyance.

"Sir it's Quidditch tomorrow." Harry said, holding onto the piece of paper Draco threw at him.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394. The term 'werewolf' is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word 'were,' which means 'man,' and 'wolf.' 'Werewolf.' Man-wolf. There's several ways to become a werewolf. They include being given the power of shape-shifting, being bitten by a werewolf and being born to..." Snape droned on.

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"Harry your going to do great, I know you were supposed to be versing Slytherin and now your versing Hufflepuff, and that's a lot of stress. Just remember I'm cheering on from the crowd, but you better not loose or I'll crush you."

Harry kept on repeating the words (Y/N) had said to him before the game, he was trying his best to spot the snitch but it was hard because he was flying in a bloody thunderstorm. Harry was also struggling to see, because his glasses were soaking wet.

Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, and Harry flew down to where he could faintly see Oliver Wood standing.

"I called for time-out!" Wood roared at his team. "Come on, under here -"

They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hurriedly on his robes.

"What's the score?"

"We're sixty points up," said Wood, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night."

"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said exasperatedly, waving his glasses.

"No need to worry, your favourite McKinnon is here!" (Y/N) yelled, running up to them from the stands. "Give me your glasses Scarhead."

He gave them to her as she held it firmly in her hand saying, "Impervius!"

"There you go, they'll repel water." She smirked.

Wood looked as though he could have kissed her, and funnily enough, he did. On the cheek though, (Y/N) blushed profusely, quickly waving goodbye and running back to the stands.

Harry felt a small ounce of... jealousy? Build up inside him, he quickly shrugged off the feeling, focusing on the game.

"Brilliant!" Wood called hoarsely after her as she disappeared into the crowd. "Ok, team, let's go for it!"

(Y/N)'s charm worked well, much to Harry's delight.

He saw Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff's seeker, flying up into the sky after what was unmistakably the golden snitch. Harry sped after him, zooming past Dumbledore who was standing in the Professor's stand.

Harry was gaining on Cedric, but then something odd was happening. An eerie silence was falling across the stadium. The wind, though as strong as ever, was forgetting to roar.

And then a horribly familiar wave of cold swept over him, inside him, just as he became aware of something moving on the field below.

Before he had time to think, Harry had taken his eyes of the Snitch and looked down.

At least a hundred Dementors, their hidden faces pointing up at him, were standing beneath him. It was as though freezing water were rising in his chest, cutting at his insides. And then he heard it again.. Someone was screaming, screaming inside his head.. a woman..

Numbing, swirling white mist was filling Harry's brain. He was falling, falling through icy mist. The only thing he could hear was a shrill voice laughing, the woman screaming, and Harry knew no more.

At the same time but (Y/N)'s POV

As Harry flew upward, that's when I noticed it, the Dementors. They were closing in on him.

As he fell, I heard voices.

"She's not here." A woman said. "Her father took her, and I don't know where he is."

"Your lying." A shrill voice shouts.

"What do you want with her?!" The woman yelled.

"Tell me where she is!" The dark voice demands.

"No!" The woman yells, standing her ground.

"Then I'll look for her myself." The voice laughs.

"No!-" The woman screams, as the voice laughs.

The voice murdered her.

But who is she?

I gained focus on the world around me as I heard Dumbledore yell, "Aresto momentum!"

"HARRY!!" I screamed, louder than everyone else, tears blurring my vision.

But he couldn't hear me.

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IM GONNA BE UPLOADING ALL THIS WEEK 😏😏😏

ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER, SORRY FOR MY LATE UPDATE.

(I'm going to change (Y/N)'s adoptive mother's name from Anni to Vivian but they call her Viv)

^ I'm changing her name cause I want to 🙄

ALSO I DOWNLOADED THE POA MOVIE SO NOW YOUR GOING TO GET A LOT MORE CHAPTERS 😸

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