Out To Kill Me... As Usual: Hannah Potter[1] 13 Years Old

"It's not that I'm swearing off orange juice. I'm just saying smaller quantities of it," I said.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"It gives me heart burn," I said.
"Geez, you're so sensitive," Harry said.
"Harry!" Oliver Wood shouted, bounding towards us.
Harry and I let out groans.
"How can someone so cute be so annoying?" I asked.
"I can't take him anymore! I quit Quidditch," he mumbled.
"Really?" I asked.
"No. I'll see you in class," he sighed, walking to Oliver.
I shook my head and started to make my way to DADA when some grabbed the strap of my bag. I turned and saw Draco.
"Ah, hello," I said. "What cha need?"
"Can't just walk my friend to class?" he asked.
"No. It's just you don't usually talk to me outside of class unless you want something," I said.
"Well I want to walk you to class," he said.
"What a clever turn of phrase," I chuckled. "But I wanted to ask you something, about Quidditch."
"What?" he asked.
"Why'd you pull out of the match tomorrow?" I asked.
"Why are you so curious?" he asked.
"I'm doing my brother's dirty work for him and investing the weakness' of the opposition," I said.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Did you miss the sling on my arm, Airhead?" he asked.
"I am not an airhead," I said indignantly.
"Yeah you are. Your head is filled with air and you just have random bits of academic knowledge bouncing around in there," he said.
I chuckled.
"Why are you laughing? I definitely just insulted you," he said.
"Yeah, but I pictured what you said in my head," I laughed. "It's like you could see a little cauldron bouncing around inside my head."
Draco shook his head in pity. "I am so glad we did not get sorted into the same house. I don't think I could handle your stupidity outside of class."
"All my other friends love me for my stupidity," I said.
"Or they're afraid to leave you alone for fear that you'll hurt yourself," he said.
"It's still love," I said.
We walked into DADA. I was ready to greet Professor Lupin with my usual annoying hello but he wasn't there. Instead there was Snape.
"Well, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Teaching," Snape said simply.
"But you've taught me already. . . It's someone else's turn now," I said.
"Sit and be silent," he said.

"But where's Professor Lupin? Is he sick and can't teach today?" I asked.
"I believe I said to be quiet," he said.
"Silent actually," I said taking my seat and getting out my books. "You see I feel there's a difference between silent and quiet. You can talk and still be quiet because you don't disturb anyone and no one can hear you but silence is nothing. No sound at all."
"Then work on being silent," Snape said.
I gave him a thumbs up as I turned through my book going over the lesson from the day before.
Snape rolled his eyes.
I was having a good day. If I pushed one more of his buttons I surely would've gotten some house points taken or even detention maybe. I decided it was probably better not to push the envelope if I wanted to end the day on a good note.
Hermione and Ron walked in, both taking their seats.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked me.

"Out sick," I said.
"They couldn't find a different sub?" Ron asked.
I shrugged. "Just let it go. It's one day after all. I'm sure he'll be back on Monday. Fit as a fiddle. For now we just need to get learned."
"Please don't use that word," Hermione said, completely annoyed.
"Educated," I said.
"Better," she said with a smile.
"Potter, sit with Malfoy. I won't have you giggling with Granger for the whole class," he said.

"I can't," I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because Professor Lupin says we'll get in trouble if we sit next to each other. The two of us aren't allowed to intermingle with students from our opposing houses because we always cause commotion. I'll tell you, the day I sat with Pansy, class stopped for ten minutes and Dean was all 'Dude, Pansy totally did it' and Draco's all 'the ball flew past my head' and I'm all 'this is so stupid' and Professor Lupin is like-."

"Potter. Move. Now." Snape demanded.
"Yes, sir," I said. I grabbed my books as Hermione giggled quietly at my reenactment. I took my books and moved back to sit with Draco.
"I guess Blaise will have to sit with Hermione," I said.
"Hey, at least he doesn't doodle distracting messages in the corner of his notes so I'll stop paying attention," Hermione said.
"You don't know that," I said.
A few minutes later the rest of the class had piled in but not Harry.
Of all the days to be late he had to pick today. The day that Lupin was out sick and Snape decided to take over.
Snape began class as usual, taking attendance and collecting Lupin's homework.
Then the fun began. Just as Snape was about to set us our assignment, Harry walked into class, ten minutes late.
"This ought to be interesting," I mumbled to myself.
"Mister Potter, what makes you feel that you're so important that you can show up to class ten minutes late?" Snape asked.
"Sorry, sir," he said.
"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape said.
"Obviously," I mumbled to myself.
". . . Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked.
"Not that it's any of your concern, but Professor Lupin is incapable of teaching you today," he answered.
"Is he sick?" Harry asked.
"He is incapable of teaching you today and that is all you need to know," Snape said.
Harry took his seat.
"Now open your books to page 394," Snape said.
"That's all the way at the back of the book," I said.
"What a fantastic observation, Potter. Would you like to point out anymore obvious facts?" Snape asked.
"Well it's just that we're not nearly that far yet because we've only just begun-."
"Not nearly that far yet?" he asked. "Such a shame. I'd expect a first year to be past this point. You're so far behind. And he's left no lesson plan for today. He's unorganized as well. Now open your books to page 394."
As mumbles rolled through the class we opened our books to the back.
". . . Professor, we aren't supposed to be learning this yet," Hermione said.
"Well, as I told you before Miss Granger, your teacher did not leave a lesson plan," Snape said.
"Well then the smart thing to do would be to ask the class what the last thing we learned was," I mumbled.
"Would you like to repeat that Miss Potter?" Snape asked.
"I said the smart thing to do would be to ask the class what the last thing we learned was," I said.
"Well, look who seems to know everything about teaching," Snape said. "Five points for sharing your knowledge."
I grumbled. ". . .Jerk."
I looked down to my book.
"Werewolves?" I asked.
"Yes, Potter. What of it?" Snape asked.
It wasn't too long ago that I'd seen Professor Snape give Professor Lupin the wolfsbane potion. I'd been debating with myself on whether or not he really was a werewolf ever since. Now, Professor Lupin was out "sick", Snape was taking digs at him about what an awful teacher he was and making us read about werewolves.
"I asked you a question, Potter," he said.
I paused a moment longer. I knew Snape's game.
"Nothing, sir," I said.

Snape's eyes narrowed on me.
"Now, who can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?" he asked.
Hermione's hand went up.
"No one? How sad. I'd have thought you'd have learned something," Snape said.
"But, sir, I know! For one thing an animagus elects to turn into another animal. Werewolves don't have any choice and-."
"Miss Granger do you pride yourself on being an insufferable know-it-all?" Snape asked.
Hermione frowned and sank down into her seat.
"Ouch. What crawled up your butt and died?" I asked.
"Yeah. You asked a question and she knew the answer. You don't have to be a jerk about it," Ron put in.
"Do you two really think so? You can tell me more about it while you're in detention tonight," he said.
Ron and I grumbled.
"Because your class seems to be so knowledgeable about the subject you can write me an essay about werewolves emphasizing on recognizing them, one scroll, due to me on Monday," Snape said.
The whole class erupted in groans, throwing Hermione, Ron and me dirty looks for getting us assigned extra work.
When class ended the dirty looks continued.
"Great job on getting us the extra work," Draco groaned.

"He was being a jerk. Hermione's my best friend. I have to stand up for her on ethics," I said.
"Whatever," he said. "All I know is that I've got extra homework now because you."
"Well I've got extra homework and detention. I somehow feel like I'm worse off than you," I said.
"I don't completely understand how Granger opened her mouth and you're the one who got in trouble. She'd have gotten detention if you hadn't said anything," Draco said.

". . . Hermione got in trouble for nothing. If Snape's going to pass out detention then the victim had at least better deserve it," I said.
"And it doesn't bother you that you got detention?" he asked.
I sighed. "As long as they don’t it and I'm completely able to, I'll do anything for my friends."

"And what's she doing for you?" Draco said.
"Nothing," I said. "She's my friend. I don't want anything back from her. I'm sure she'd do the same for me."
". . . Whatever," he said. "Have fun in detention."
Draco got up and walked out of the classroom.
"Potter, Weasley." Snape beckoned us to his desk as the rest of the class left.
Ron and I stood in front of him awaiting our punishments.
"Tonight at 8 o'clock in the hospital wing you can empty and clean all the bedpans and save Madame Pomfrey the trouble of doing it herself," he said.
Ron and I cringed.
"And no magic," he said.
Ron hung his head down. This was splendid.
"You may go," Snape said.
Ron picked up his bag and headed out.
I turned to Snape.
"I know what you're playing at Professor and it's not cool in the slightest," I said.
". . . What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Oh, you know," I said.
"Potter, I have better things to do than sit here and listen you babble like an idiot," he said.
"You can play dumb all you like, Professor, but I know. . . So you remember that," I said.
Snape stared at me, completely dumbfounded.

"Leave," he said.
My eyes narrowed on him. "I'm watching you."
I grabbed my bag and walked out of the room.
"What was that about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing important," I said. "I'm gonna mentally prepare for detention."
"I'm sorry you guys," Hermione said.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Ron said.