defence against the dark arts professors


HP Meme ~ Favourite Parental Figures of Harry [¼]: Remus Lupin

“And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked toward the dementor, and pulled out his wand,” said Hermione, “and he said, ‘None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.’ But the dementor didn’t move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away…”

You’re the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we’ve ever had!

Boggart ; Draco Malfoy

You cried silently on top of your bed, the tragedy you had just witnessed a few hours ago flashed in your head like neon lights. Professor Moody had taken over Defence Against The Dark Arts class today, and he was teaching the class about boggarts and the spell to get rid of it. Everything happened when it was your time to get rid of the boggart, and it was horrible. The boggart transformed into Draco’s body, laying stiffly on the ground as if it was dead. You stood in front of Draco’s body, tears filling your eyes, your hands unmistakably trembling as you tried to say the spell. The whole class began whispering to each other, some gasped, some stared horridly at the boggart, and some stood still. “R-Riddikulus!” You yelled, pointing at the body as it made a cracking voice and transformed into something else. Fred Weasley’s body had emerged from nowhere and was now lying on the floor, his mouth gaped open. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you were struggling to say the right spell. “Riddikulus!” The boggart vanished into the solid wind- and nobody said a word. It was quiet for a few minutes, and the only sound that could be heard was coming from you; who was on the floor, sobbing crazily. The class ended early as everyone was too shocked to even write notes and you were sent to your dorm while everyone else went to their next classes. It was a privilege, really- but you couldn’t help it but kept on remembering the horrible class a few hours ago. “(Y/N)?” You turned your attention fully towards the door and what seemed like Draco’s voice. The door opened later on, revealing your partner, his face sweaty, his platinum-blonde hair messy. “Are you okay?” “I’m-” you stared at him, your eyes were red and puffy. “I- I saw you… and Fred…” “Hey, it’s not real,” he walked towards you, and placed himself comfortably beside you. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “I heard voices in my head-” you whispered, staring into his cold, grey eyes. “They’re going to kill you.” “No one’s going to kill me,” he assured, rubbing his thumb on yours slowly. “I’m bloody breathing.” “I thought-” “I’m right here,” he whispered, leaning on your forehead. “I will never leave you.” “I-” He cut you off by locking your lips together as you hummed in response. You closed your eyes as you felt Draco’s hands around your waist, unmistakably enjoying the whole situation. With his forehead on yours, he stared at you for a few minutes before pecking your pink lips for the last time. “I love you.” You smiled at him, the tears had now dried, and your (E/C) eyes shined again. “I would say the same thing too.” “Now that you’re fine-” he stood up, offered his hand, and grinned widely. “Would you mind going to Transfiguration class with me?”

Originally posted by foolforfelton

Markings On Him ~ Young!Sirius Black

A/N: It’s literally been months and I’m so sorry! But the first part is here and I will hopefully have the second up by Tuesday. Anyways I hope you all enjoy :)

Requested by the lovely mikeygc3000

Markings On Her (Part 2)

There are many myths about soul mates in the wizarding world, some have matching patronus, some have timers to their first meeting etched on their skin, some others are less fortunate and only see the world in black and white until they’ve met their other half. All of these things are considered to be phenomens as they are extremely rare and only happen to the lucky few.

A number 6th years are currently learning all about this during a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, in which they were discussing interesting facts about some of the things they will be learning about during the year. And evidently Sirius Black and James Potter have managed to somehow turn the discussion into something else entirely. While James was sitting on the edge of his seat, completely entranced by the Professor’s word, Sirius was, admittedly, starting to regret turning the lesson into this.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in love. Sirius believes in love, he also believes in soul mates. He believes definitely believes in soul mates, seeing as he has secondhandedly seen or experience it through other people. He just doesn’t believe that he would be one of those lucky few. For various reasons, 2 of the biggest being that there hasn’t a documented case (according to the professor) in 200 years. The second being that the universe has always been cruel to him. And he’s come to accept it.

“Does the couple get the same thing or can it be 2 different things? For example, one has a timer but the other only see the world in black and white. And are there other ways to tell?” A soft melodic voice rang through the room, cutting Sirius from his own little world in his head, but he didn’t mind. The voice belongs to a Ravenclaw with rose gold hair who was seated a few seats in front of him. Her voice was filled with curiosity which contradicted her posture, she was leaning back on her chair, her legs rested comfortably on the desk. For some reason she intrigued him, the way she seems curious but at the same time oozes nonchalance, the way her voice sounds, how it’s so soft and quiet, yet it manages to capture the attention of everyone in the room.

“Ah ” the professor smiles at the student. “You always were one to ask the most interesting questions in class. No, it is not necessarily the same for both parties. To use your example with the timer and being colour-blind, as long as the timer ends at the same time as the other gains sight of colour, it means that you are soul mates.

“As for your second question, yes, there are many more way to tell. Some feel the pain of their soul mate, both mental and physical. However most of these phenomens have to do with the skin as it serves as a reminder that these signs are only skin deep, but the real connection is much more than that. Some examples of those that involve the skin are having the first word their soul mate will say to them, either when they meet or when they realize that they are soulmates, some have their partner’s name tattooed on their skin since birth and others have markings that appear on them.”

At that James’ head snapped towards Sirius as the ebony haired boy straightened up. His heart speeding up suddenly and he felt as if he was going to have a heart attacks and his eyes wandered down to his arms.

“Markings?” He couldn’t help himself as the words slipped out of his mouth. The whole class turned to look at him out of surprise, including the Ravenclaw from earlier. Now that he could clearly see her face he was even more intrigued by her. She had striking eyes that are black as the night sky and seem to pierce deeply into his soul. The contact was soon broken as she turned back to the professor as did he just seconds after her.

“Yes, markings. Ink, bruises, cuts, tattoos etc. anything that is visible.”

His heart was beating so loudly at this point that he was sure everyone could hear it. He felt a something in his chest, a little flame of hope igniting, warming him up. But just as always, he blew it out and once again, Sirius found himself being surrounded by the dark.


Potions is a huge pain in the ass, Sirius decided as he set his bag down in an abandoned corner of the library, his usual spot that was right next to the window. He gazed outside and was met with the different colours of autumn, reds, yellows, oranges and browns. It’s been 2 months since that Defence Against the Dark Arts class, James insisted on him doing some research on the markings and who it’s from ever since. Most of the time, it was doodles that appeared on his skin as well as the occasional bruise. James decided that this either meant that she plays Quidditch or is an extremely clumsy person.

Sirius wandered through the numerous shelves of books searching for one in particular that would help him with his potions essay. At the beginning of the year when he saw the number free periods he had, Padfoot was ecstatic, but he now realized that he would be spending most of it doing work. Letting out a sigh, he scanned the shelf once more making sure he didn’t miss anything before moving onto the next one. Through a crack between 2 books he looked out to find the Ravenclaw from DADA.

As much as she had intrigued him during the first lesson, he neither has the time nor the courage to talk to her. For some reason, he found her to be intimidating, which James found absolutely hilarious, considering the fact that Sirius has approximately a foot on her. Perhaps it was the way she dyed her hair every other week, right now it was a lovely icy grey, or the way she carried herself, or maybe it was that smile that she always seem to have.

“That’s Y/N, she’s the Ravenclaw prefect in our year. I’ve done some rounds with her and she’s one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met” Lily said as she quietly made her way next to Sirius. The red head smiled encouragingly at Sirius “Have you found anything for our essay about Patronus in DADA? I’ve looked everywhere but can’t seem to anything.”

Y/N looked up from her homework to find a certain black haired boy looking straight at her as Lily chatted animatedly to him, not realizing that his mind was occupied by a certain grey haired Ravenclaw prefect. She gave him a kind smile, one that made her eyes sparkle, like stars in the night sky, before getting back to her essay. Without even thinking about it, Sirius slowly made his way to her. His signature smirk etched on his face, his confidence coming back to him.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Sirius let the words freely flow out of his mouth, surprising himself with the amount of confidence that was in those words. Taking a seat across from her, he briefly saw a look of surprise flash across her features. But that was soon gone and it was replaced with a look of mischief that was all too familiar to him.

“Black.” She said, greeting him with a small smile. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, I happen to know that you take potions and that you are one of Slughorn’s favourite students. I also happen to know that you are one of the smartest witches in our year.” Sirius started, smirking when he saw that her cheeks turned a delicate shade of a rosy pink at his compliment. “And I am sure you happen to know that I definitely can’t say the same for myself. So I was wondering if you would be an absolute doll, and tutor me in potions.”  At those last words his arrogant smirk was replaced by a genuine contagious toothy smile.

“Aren’t you friends with Evans? Why don’t you ask her, she’s smarter than I am.” She had a look of challenge in her eyes and Sirius decided that she was even more fascinating than he had originally thought.

“While that may or may not be true, James would kill me for stealing his precious Lily Flower away from him.” Y/N let out a chuckle, letting Sirius know that she was amused at his impression of James. “Besides, you don’t think I’d give up an opportunity to get to know the gorgeous Ravenclaw prefect do you?”

“They were right, you do have a way with words.” She leaned back on her chair, observing him.

She had to admit that he was extremely attractive. He has a great built, he was tall, but not lanky considering he has muscles from being a beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team. And his eyes, God his eyes, are a lovely shade an icy grey, which happens to be the inspiration of her current hair colour, stood out even more against his black hair.

“I can’t deny that you’ve got a way with words, Black.” She said as she picked up her quill, letting her hair hide her smile before looking into his eyes once more.

“What do you need help with?” She asked, motioning for him to come sit in the empty spot next to her.

And when she saw the grin on his face, she couldn’t help but mirror it, all the while telling her heart to stop racing.

Dumbledore’s Army: Dean Thomas

Dean was open-minded. When Dolores Umbridge referred to Remus Lupin as a “dangerous half-breed”, he jumped to his former teacher’s defence. On two occasions, he told her and another teacher, Professor Snape, that Lupin was the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher that his class group ever had. 

In May of 1998, Dean, Luna, Bill, and Fleur received the call to arms from Dumbledore’s Army via Dumbledore’s Army coins, as Harry, Hermione and Ron had returned to Hogwarts. Despite not even having a wand, Dean returned to Hogwarts. When Dean entered the Room of Requirement, Seamus Finnigan ran forward and hugged him.

professor potter headcanons:

  • harry focuses heavily on a practical approach to defence against the dark arts, using the old dumbledore’s army teaching as a basis; it gives him a great swell of satisfaction to do the opposite to umbridge and have the majority of his students pass
  • he’ll always offer to help students one-to-one if need be, but only if he notices them particularly struggling in class — he made the mistake once of offering private lessons, only to have around 100 students sign up
  • he also helps out with quidditch and takes over as first year instructor when madam hooch retires ( after mcgonagall makes him head of gryffindor house, he buys the whole gryffindor team the latest broom model, which then get passed down through the years as students move on )
  • it takes him a while to overcome his internalised bias against slytherins — while not outright nasty to students of that house, in the beginning of his tenure he was known to be colder to those from slytherin ( as many were in the early days post-war ). however, he would grow to realise that the majority of slytherins were not pure blood fanatics, and begin to speak out against slytherin bias ( although a fierce house rivalry still remained )
  • harry, neville and hagrid often have tea together, catching up on school gossip and comparing classes
  • he accepts anyone with an E or above for NEWT level — those are the classes he enjoys the most, as the students who decide to stay on are usually the most hard-working

I’m afraid I don’t quite understand how you can give Mr Potter false hope that –

False hope? ‘He has achieved high marks in all his Defence Against the Dark Arts tests –

I’m terribly sorry to have to contradict you, Minerva, but as you will see from my note, Harry has been achieving very poor results in his classes with me –

I should have made my meaning plainer. He has achieved high marks in all Defence Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fluffy headcanons for Remus?

Ohh okay I’m no good at headcanons but I’ll try!

In a relationship with Remus- he would be a proper gentleman, treat you like royalty and be ever so gentle. Apart from the first few days before a Full Moon when his feral side would surface.
Even though he’s not a wealthy man he would make sure you had the best in life. He wears the same clothes as long as you are treated the very best he can manage. But in the end he knows it’s not about money but likes to try anyway.
He would tell you amusing tales of his terms as the Professor of Defence against the Dark Arts. Mainly from Neville (he especially likes the Snape dressed as his Gran story which he brings out again for gatherings with your family and friends)
He loves to cuddle in bed or on the sofa while you watch old movies (the classics are his fave)
On your second date he took you to the lake and danced with you by the half moon, feeling as though this was the perfect time for you to spend time with him as both parts of his soul.
When he feels lonely he puts music on and thinks of this very evening.

I told you I sucked at this XD