The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 8 ✔️

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we'll make it ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down." Snape snapped. He was teaching Defense against the dark arts instead of Lupin. I watched as Harry glared at him before sitting down next to Ron. 

"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far —"

"Please, sir, we've done Boggarts, Red Caps, Kappas, and Grindylows, and we're just about to start —" Hermione said, quickly.

"Be quiet. I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization." Snape snapped. 

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," Dean said, boldly.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly overtaxing you — I would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and Grindylows. Today we shall discuss —" Snape said, as he flicked through the very back of the textbook.

"-werewolves!"

"But, sir, we're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start Hinkypunks —" Hermione said, raising her hand.

"Miss Granger, I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394. All of you! Now!" The class half-heartedly opened the textbooks.

"Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?" Hermione raised her hand, but Snape ignored her.

"Anyone?" Snape asked, ignoring Hermione.

"We told you, we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on— " Parvati said.

"Silence! Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are..."

"Please, sir," Hermione said, her hand was still raised. 

"The werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf —"

"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all." Snape snarled, Hermione's eyes filled with tears, as she put her hand down, and her face went red. I put a hand over Hermione, trying to be comforting, as the class glared at Snape.

"You asked us a question, and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?" Ron yelled loudly. Snape advanced on Ron slowly.

"Detention, Weasley. And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed."

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The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff game was horrible. The wind, rain, and thunder were making it impossible to see anything, I could feel the chill sinking down into my bones. I wrapped my arms around myself, I knew this game was going to end soon. I knew Harry was going to pass out and fall through the air.

"How can they see anything?" Ron yelled over the sound of rain.

"I don't know! But the water repelling spell should help, Harry!" Hermione called over. Hermione had made Harry's glasses water repellent so he could see the snitch better. I watched Harry and Cedric disappearing behind the clouds. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the clouds, holding my breath, before finally the clouds almost parted and Harry was falling through the air. I knew it was coming but I couldn't help it and let out a scream watching him get closer to the ground. 

Finally, his fall started slowing down, and he landed softly on the ground. Dumbledore had managed to bring out a stretcher and they tied him on it before they moved him to the hospitals.