Third Year,
Werewolves.

Phoebe's least favourite class was made worse by the professor, who could hardly get his words out. She kept her eyes fixed on him, she couldn't shake the cold sensation, that surrounded her whenever she was near the defence against the dark arts professor. She avoided Professor Quirrell in the halls, to prevent the cold feeling from consuming her.

"How long's left?" she asked Rhea

"I haven't been paying attention,"

"Why not?" she accused despite, not hearing much the professor said.

"Quirrell isn't exactly an engaging professor," she nodded, Rhea eyed her cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, something doesn't feel right,"

"Miss Black," he spoke, she couldn't hold eye contact with him,

"Which one?" Rhea spoke, he looked at his class sheet unaware there were two sets of twins in his class.

"Y-you, What -What is the difference between an- an Animagus and a Werewolf,"

"Animagus is a wizard who chooses to turn into an animal, a werewolf has no choice," she smiled, Rhea was smarter than she let others believe.

"Good, 10 p-p-points Gryff- Gryffindor,"

Remus took over her mind, the thought of loving Uncle Rem, having no choice but to turn into a werewolf every full moon. Despite the pain he would have gone through for Merlin knows how long, he remained joyful, at least around the children he did.

"Pheebs," Rhea nudged her,

"Sorry, daydreaming, must be awful to be forced to turn into a werewolf," she questioned if Rhea knew about Remus too "Could you imagine if we knew anyone that had to go through that,"

"No, I'd imagine it's horrible but you'd get used to it over time,"

Phoebe began packing away her books just in time for the lesson to come to an end. She insisted on doing her own werewolf research for extra credit. She cautiously eyed Rhea as she walked with her with a bright smile on her face.

Oh no, don't ask for a...

"I need a favour," she sighed

"What is it this time?" Phoebe stopped as Rhea gestured for her to walk into a less busy hall. "If we have to sneak around, I already don't like this,"

"I need you to hold on to something for me," Rhea slipped a piece of old parchment into her hands.

"Blank parchment?"

"Oh it's not blank, think about dad's old stories, have fun studying," she said walking away, she turned around, "Oh and don't give it to the Weasleys,"

"Morning Madam Pince," she greeted as she strolled through the library. She hummed to herself as she scanned the shelves for books on werewolves, taking five books to a desk where she quickly began taking notes, while she had a free period between classes.

She dropped the parchment on the floor, she sighed as she placed it back on the table. Curiosity got the better of her, dad's old stories she recounted the stories her father would tell her before bed, the story of the loyal dog, faithful stag, helpful rat and the broken wolf.

"My dad is a dog," she said to herself trying to remember her father's story.

"And lastly, the once broken wolf, with no one by his side, gained the loving companionship, of a loyal dog, faithful stag, and a helpful rat, the wolf was no longer alone, and their friendship was bound forever."

"Oh my god," she held her ring up to her mouth "Dad, can you meet me at the Three Broomsticks, I need to ask you something,"

"Of course, Sweetheart, I'll be there by 3:00"

***

She sat patiently waiting for her father. The Three Broomsticks wasn't her ideal place to meet but it was good enough. She chewed a couple of sweets she had picked up from Honeydukes, anything sour was her favourite and it seemed to surprise a lot of people.

She smiled as her dad walked through the door, he headed to the bar gesturing if she wanted a drink she nodded as he ordered. He brought the drink to the table, kissing her cheek as he sat down, sliding her drink over to her.

"How are you doing Sweetheart?"

"I'm fine, classes are going well how's Mum,"

"She's good, she finds it a little odd with only Hope, Rissa and Max in the house, she might have got a big story, she and Cas going to work on it together," she smiled, "so why did you want to see me?"

"Rhea gave me something and told me to think about your stories which I did, and wanted to know if James is a Stag," he smiled.

"Smarty pants just like your mum is that all you wanted,"

"No, I wanted to ask you about something else but it's a little difficult to explain,"

"Just try your best," he waited for her to figure out the best way to explain,

"I have this professor, for defence against the dark arts," he nodded, "when I'm near him I feel cold and like I need to watch my back or be careful what I do, I avoid him at all costs if I can, I wanted to know if I've felt like that about someone before," he leaned back sighing, she knew that he had an answer it was just a matter of whether he would voice it to her.

"You might not remember him, but when you were just a toddler, you wouldn't go anywhere near my old friend Peter, you screamed and cried, and practically jumped out of his arms when he brought you to me,"

"Why would I have been that way?"

"You've always been a shy child, your mum and I thought you might have seen something, but with you being so young you couldn't tell us what was wrong or what you had seen,"

"Why didn't I like him?"

"He did a lot of terrible things, and you clearly saw them before we did,"

"Do you miss him?" she asked wondering if it was the wrong question to ask, he smiled.

"Part of me misses the friendship we had, but the things he did no one could ever have forgiven him,"

"I'm sorry you lost your friend," he chuckled

"I could have lost a lot worse," he smiled at her, "as for your professor, just trust your intuition," she nodded noting the time.

"I should get back to class,"

"Ah, skip it," she shook her head, standing up as she gathered her things.

"I can't do that, I'll get in trouble," he smiled, as she tucked a few curls behind her ear.

"Alright, I'll get your bag,"

"Merlin's beard, what's in here?" he asked, lifting her heavy bag.

"Books," she told him, he smiled at her,

"Many did you put in here, an entire library?" he joked, she laughed with him, hooking her arm in his.