Year 1 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔤

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Everyone was eagerly waiting for one class and that was the Defence against the Dark Arts, by Professor Quirrell. When the day arrived, it wasn't anything the students expected. The classroom smelled like garlic, which was quite awful. Students asked him about the turban, he stated that he it was given to him by an African prince as a gift for thanking him as he got rid of the zombies. But the students did not seem to believe it. And when Seamus asked him how he had fought with zombies, he simply changed the topic. The Twins, Fred and George came to a conclusion that the turban was definitely full of garlic, but also he was protected wherever he went or maybe someone he was protecting!

It was Potions lesson and that too with Slytherin

The Potions class :

The Potions class were conducted in the dungeon that was cold and dim, shelves crowded with jars of strange ingredients. Professor Snape swept inside like a storm. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class..."his voice was low, dangerous, sharp.

You shivered whereas he took a roll call. "Potter... Our new celebrity." Draco and his friends sniggered. His eyes were black they held no warmth in it.

"All of you are here to learn the art of making potions. I can teach you how to bottle frame, brew glory, even stopper death -" ,"Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" he asked harry, while i was busy wandering powdered of what to infusion of erhh what?I looked at Harry, he was confused like me but, beside him I saw a girl raise hand, and to my surprise it was none other than Hermione. "I don't know sir", he said. "Let's try again Potter, where would you look if I told you to find a bezoar ?", without thinking much he replied back, "I do not know sir", this time also Hermione's hand raised straight.I heard Malfoy , Crabbe and Goyle who were laughing hardly. He again asked them a question which he was not able to answer.

"Tsk, tsk- Potter, clearly fame isn't everything", he stated which made you annoyed and angry. Your jaw tightened. " You can clearly see sir, Harry doesn't know the answers but surely Hermione does , why don't you let her give it a try?"I stated dropping every hint of frustration in my voice, making everyone in the class look at me.

"Lupin..." He paused and lifted his head slowly., his black eyes narrowed—recognition? Memory? Dislike? You swallowed. "Lupin... interesting." Harry shot you a confused look. You looked right back, just as confused."For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood & wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" a sudden noise of rummaging between the quills and parchments was there. "Points will be taken down from Gryffindor for not knowing Potter and misbehaviour from Lupin". Harry shrank, you clenched your fists beneath the desk. Harry looked furious on your behalf.

The class was dismissed , Harry, Ron, Hermione & you were walking out of the dungeons."Snape's got it out for Harry. But what's his deal with you?"ron wondered, breaking the silence. You shrugged, hugging your books."I don't know. I didn't even know my real family until last week. Maybe he knew someone from my family?" Hermione slowed. "Remus Lupin... I've read about him, he was a brilliant student here.The Last names are the same, maybe you could be family." You blinked, stunned. "You... you know him?" She hesitated. "Only through books. But he seemed... kind. Very kind." You didn't know why, but the words made your chest tighten. Harry nudged your shoulder gently. "Doesn't matter what Snape thinks. You're with us now. Okay?" Harry said looking at me.The "us" warmed me more than the castle lamps.

At night in the common room, you curled up on the sofa, parchment on your lap, trying to record everything from the day. Harry sat beside you, Ron on the rug, Hermione on an armchair. It felt... right. Ron was butchering a chess game, Hermione was complaining; Harry was laughing and you were smiling without realizing. For the first time since discovering magic, you didn't feel alone, you felt like you belonged.

By the time morning sun soaked the Gryffindor common room, students were already buzzing about Flying Lessons and you... were not among them. You sat on the sofa combing your hair into place for the third time. "You seem nervous", hermione said tilting her head. "Flying on a piece of wood at ten meters in the air while trusting my entire life to gravity? I'm not nervous, I'm terrified", you said. Ron laughed so loudly he choked on his toast. Harry gave you a warm, reassuring smile. "If anything happens, I'll be right there." You pointed at him dramatically. "YOU saying THIS does NOT comfort me. YOU attract danger like a magnet."Ron nodded,"Facts."

The first-years gathered on the training grounds. Sunlight stretched over neatly trimmed grass. Twenty broomsticks lay in two straight rows like soldiers awaiting command. You stood between Hermione and a Ravenclaw girl, trying very hard not to scream internally. Madam Hooch's yellow hawk-like eyes scanned the group. "Stick out your right hand over the broom and say 'Up!'" Everyone shouted: "UP!"

Your broom... wobbled, rotated, shivered. And rolled away from your hand like a rebellious puppy. "Come here-stop being dramatic!", you hissed Harry's broom jumped instantly into his hand. Ron's whacked him in the face. Neville's shot up with enough force to nearly break bones. Hermione's hovered politely. Yours?
Still rolling away. Harry chuckled under his breath." It likes you. It's just shy." You glared. "It's acting like my enemy."

Finally after sometime you managed that enemy broom of yours and just then Madam Hooch demonstrated mounting. Everyone followed. Except you. You sat gingerly, clutching the wood like a person clinging to life on a shipwreck. "On my whistle... kick off hard", she said. A shrill whistle and the brooms shot into the air. Yours lifted— One foot. Two feet. Then—

"NO—NONONO—STOP!"

Your broom instantly froze mid-air like it obeyed your panic.

Everyone stared. Hermione whispered, "That's... not normal." Harry nodded along.

Then all attention shifted to Neville, his broom shot upward like a firework. "AHHHHHHH!" He spiraled, flipped, flew off—
CRASH.
His wrist bent at a painful angle. You jumped to your feet, heart pounding. "Nobody will move from their place. If I see any of the brooms up in the air, that child will be expelled from Hogwarts before he or she can even say 'Quidditch'". Madam Hooch rushed him to the infirmary, leaving the class unsupervised.

The moment Madam Hooch vanished, Malfoy strutted forward, laughing obnoxiously.

"Did you see Longbottom? I've never seen someone fly like a frightened pigeon—"Malfoy said. Harry and Ron stiffened. Then Malfoy noticed the small Remembrall Neville had dropped. He snatched it up. "Look what the idiot left behind." You stepped forward without thinking. "Give it back, Malfoy." He smirked.
"Oh? Lupin wants to play the main character now?" You glared. Harry stepped beside you. "Give it here, Malfoy." Draco's eyes gleamed with mischief. He mounted his broom. "Come and get it, Potter!" Then he shot off.

"Harry, DON'T—Madam Hooch said stay on the ground!", you said. You grabbed his sleeve instinctively just as he sat on the broom. Harry gave you a soft, confident smile. And before you could yell, He kicked off. Your breath caught. He soared upwards effortlessly, beautifully , like he'd been flying his whole life.

Malfoy hovered in the air, taunting. "Catch it, Potter!"He threw the Remembrall high.It glittered like a tiny glass comet, he leaned forwardYour heart DROPPED. "Blimey,"Ron said. Harry dived. A perfect, terrifying, suicidal drop. Your scream got stuck in your throat. The wind roared. Harry's hand shot out, as he caught Remembrall mere inches from the ground & pulled up sharply.The class gasped.You pressed a hand to your chest, feeling your heartbeat trying to escape.Harry landed gently, Remembrall held out like a trophy.

Malfoy's face was definitely worth seeing it.

Before anyone could recover—

"POTTER!"McGonagall's voice beamed Harry froze, you felt your stomach twist. McGonagall marched Harry away, brisk and intense. No one spoke. Ron looked like he was going to faint. Hermione whispered, "He's going to be expelled" , you felt sick.

When Harry returned to the Great Hall hours later for dinner , you, Ron, and Hermione ran to him. "What happened?! Are you expelled?!"ron asked him but he looked dazed."I... I'm a Seeker." You blinked. "You're... what?!" Harry nodded. "For the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Ron nearly passed out, Hermione squeaked,you? you dramatically held your forehead. "Harry James Potter, I just watched you jump off a moving broom in mid-air....
& now you're joining an official SPORT based on falling and dying?!" He laughed. "It's not based on falling, you silly" "I AM NEVER JOINING THAT SPORT. EVER.""Good. I wasn't going to let you", harry said Your eyes widened. "Why?!" Harry shrugged lightly. "Because you'd worry too much. I'd be watching you the whole time." Your heart did a tiny, traitorous flip.

"Bloody Snape shouldn't glare at Harry like that... he's jealous..." It was a normal night until you all decided to go to the common room. Because suddenly, Peeves. He swooped down like the annoying poltergeist he was, chanting: "Students out of bed~! Naughty, naughty~!" Then he blew a raspberry and shot away like fireworks. Harry cursed under his breath, Ron groaned, Hermione gasped, "He's going to fetch Filch!" And you, you just sighed. "Of course. Of course this is happening."

Filch's voice echoed from the corner: "Who's there? I KNOW you're here! You all bolted. Boots slapping the stone. Torches flickering. Shadows dragging long behind you. "Quick! This way!" She whispered-shouted. Ron squeaked, "Are you sure?" She snapped, "NO—but do you have any better ideas?" You answered, "Zero. Absolutely none." Harry yanked open a random door. All four of you walked inside the corridor and you guys realized that this was the corridor which Dumbledore was talking about and it was surely abandoned.

You all rushed through the end of it and found a door. All of you heard footsteps and tried to open the door, but it was not.

Alohomora

Hermione spelled and the lock was not opened. You guys rushed inside and closed the door immediately. And then you all froze. Because the room smelled like... dog. Wet dog, massive dog. And you felt that weird tingling sense again — the one in your chest, like magic humming. Hermione whispered, voice trembling: "Harry... why is it so dark?" Ron said, "It's probably just a storage room." And then, the floor vibrated.

Once. Twice. Like footsteps. Very. Heavy. Footsteps. You swallowed. "Um... that's not furniture." The shadows shifted. And three pairs of eyes opened. Not one. Not two.

THREE.

Glowing yellow, focused directly on you four.

Hermione shrieked, Ron squeaked, Harry stepped backward.You whispered,"...that is a VERY big dog." The creature rose to its full monstrous height........a three-headed dog, all drooling fangs and rumbling growls. The heads barked in perfect terrifying harmony."WE HAVE TO MOVE,"said Hermione."THE DOOR! THE DOOR!"Ron shouted and harry yanked the handle. You shoved everyone out first. The door slammed behind you. All four of you leaned against the wall, panting. Ron gasped,
"What IS that?" Hermione's voice shook with equal parts fear and fury: "It's a, bloody great three-headed dog!"

Harry stared at the closed door. "It was standing on a trapdoor." You nodded slowly. "Which means it's guarding something." Ron blinked. "Guarding what?" Hermione immediately said, "That's none of our business." Ron rolled his eyes. "Of course you'd say that." You stared at the floor. That strange tingling inside your chest was stronger. Heavier. Like the dog ,it was connected to something much, much bigger.

And something deep inside you knew, whatever was under that trapdoor wasn't "none of your business." It was exactly your business. But you didn't say anything. Not yet.

All four of you walked to the common room quickly and going upstairs to the dormitory.
"Y/n that thing could've EATEN us!", Ron nudged you being scared. Hermione responded,

"Well, if someone hadn't insisted on running down that corridor" "I wasn't the one who suggested hiding in a locked room!"ron whispered-yelled back at her. "It was guarding something..."harry said.You looked at him."Something important."He nodded. Ron slowed down. "You think Dumbledore put it there?" Hermione huffed. "Obviously. Only a powerful wizard would hide something like that."You didn't respond.

Something about the trapdoor...The dog... The magic you felt brushed against the edges of your memory, or maybe your blood. Something inherited. But you didn't know enough yet to name it.

Hermione finally said the responsible line: "We tell no one. Understood?""Yes, Mum."replied back. You and harry nodded.

"Now I'm going to the bed, before the 3 of you do, which is a danger which could get us killed or WORSE EXPELLED".

"Yeah. But we stay cautious. Something is happening in this castle." Hermione frowned.
"What makes you say that?" You hesitated. "...instinct, and then the moment passed as you all went to sleep. But it stayed.

The memory of Fluffy.
The trapdoor.
The strange pull in your magic.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ The ones that Love us never really leave US ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

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