Against Time (a harry potter fanfic) *EDITING*

Chapter 9- Sirius Black

CHAPTER 9

SIRIUS BLACK

            For the rest of the weekend Harry stayed in the hospital wing. Of course, we visited as often as we could, trying to keep him company. Instantly, I had noticed Harry seemed troubled about something, and I couldn't help but wander if he – as I – had really seen the Grim in the field.

With the thought now bothering me, I stayed behind one day as Hermione and Ron made their way back to the common room and talked to Harry.

"Harry?" I had said, not looking at him in the eyes, my hands fumbling with each other.

"What's wrong Ash?" he answered worried, probably noticing my nervous movements.

"You saw it too, didn't you?" I remember he gulped, feigning confusion, which only managed to confirm it.

"What do you mean?" He had answered, his eyes looking at the wall in front of him.

"The Grim."

Since that I hadn't talked about what Harry and I'd seen with anyone. The fact that Harry had also seen the Grim confirmed that it was not something I imagined.

By Monday, Harry was out of the hospital wing. We both managed to ignore the fact we'd both seen the Grim and moved past it, not talking about that again.

Now, Potion's had become a bit of a pain, which really bothered me because it was one of my favorite subjects. Snape clearly had not forgotten what had happened in DADA, and he made it pretty clear with mean side remarks and correcting things that I was certain did not need to be corrected.

Also, Malfoy didn't seem to get a hint when I sent him glares every time he talked to me, and every single time Snape called me out for distracting one of his top Slytherin students. Snape also asked me questions I'm sure where too advanced for the course we were taking, but thankfully some of them I could answer because of the out-of-class readings I did on potions. What can I say; I do like that subject a lot.

As we stepped into the DADA classroom I couldn't help but sigh in relief as Professor Lupin stood in front of the classroom. Instantly, I noticed he indeed looked as if he'd been ill; bags hung under his eyes and he seemed paler than usual. Now I understood why, though. Lupin was a werewolf, and the full moon had been nearing when Snape temporarily replaced him.

As soon we were all seated in the classroom, complaints began.

"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"

"We don't know anything about werewolves-"

"-Two rolls of parchment!"

"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Lupin asked frowning, probably realizing Snape's intentions when asking for a two-parchment homework on werewolves.

The talking began once again, everyone talking over one another.

"-He wouldn't listen-"

"-Two rolls of parchment!"

Professor Lupin smiled at the look of indignation in every student's face. As soon as his eyes fell on me I gave him a sad smile, which made him stop for a brief second in confusion before composing himself, realizing he couldn't interrupt class just to ask me what was wrong.