“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
”You’re the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we’ve ever had!“
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.
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.
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’m right here,” he whispered, leaning on your forehead. “I will never leave you.”
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?”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
markings. Ink, bruises, cuts, tattoos etc. anything that is visible.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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
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.
She said, greeting him with a small smile. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
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.
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.
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?”
were right, you do have a way with words.” She leaned back on her chair,
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.
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
do you need help with?” She asked, motioning for him to come sit in the empty
spot next to her.
when she saw the grin on his face, she couldn’t help but mirror it, all the
while telling her heart to stop racing.
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.
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
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.
Before the unfortunate events at the conclusion of the 1996 school year, Severus had been universally acknowledged as the most rigorous and effective DADA professor Hogwarts had seen in many, many decades.