After Y/N Black's mother was murdered along with the Potter's and her father was wrongfully sent to Azkaban, Y/N is sent to live with a muggle family who lived on none other than 3 Privet Drive.
Best-friends to Lovers
Harry Potter x Fem Reader.
Us...
Harry walked slowly to his seat and sat down besides Ron. Snape looked around at the class.
"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," said Hermione quickly,"and we're just about to start —"
"Be quiet," said Snape coldly. "I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization."
Y/N glared at Professor Snape for being so rude to Hermione, she was only trying to help after all.
"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," said Dean boldly, and there was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the class. Snape looked more annoyed than ever.
"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 —"
He flipped through the textbook, to the very back chapter, which he must know they hadn't covered.
"— werewolves," said Snape.
"But, sir," said Hermione, unable to restrain herself, "we're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start Hinkypunks —"
"Miss Granger," said Snape in deadly calm and monotone voice, "I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394." He glanced around again.
"All of you! Now!"
The class opened their books.
"Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?" said Snape. Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it usually did, had shot straight into the air.
"Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione.
"Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between —"
"We told you," said Parvati "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on--"
"Silence!" snarled Snape.
"Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw-"
"Are you deaf?" Y/N said cutting him off being unable to contain her annoyance. "We've said we haven't learned anything abo-"
"50 points from Gryffindor" Snape snarled glaring intensely at Y/N.
"Oh no?" said Y/N sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"Detention Black."
"Lovely, I can spend some quality time with you Mr. Snape" Y/N said making Ron and Harry stifle their laughter while Hermione glared at her. Snape grew even more annoyed clenching his jaw and moving back to the front of the class.
"Anyone?" Snape said.
"Please, sir," said Hermione, whose hand was still in the air, "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," said Snape coolly. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."
Hermione flushed in embarrassment and put down her hand, staring at the floor with her eyes watering. The entire class (minus the Slytherins who were smirking) glared at Snape.
"You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?" Ron said sounding very angry.
Snape advanced on Ron slowly.
"Detention, Weasley," Snape said, his face very close to Ron's. "And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed."
No one made a sound throughout the rest of the lesson. They sat and made notes on werewolves from the textbook, while Snape walked up and down the rows of desks, examining the work they had been doing with Professor Lupin.
"Very poorly explained...That is incorrect, the Kappa is more commonly found in Mongolia...Professor Lupin gave this eight out of ten? I wouldn't have given it three..."
When the bell rang at last, Snape held them back.
"You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you recognize and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment on the subject, and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in hand. Weasley, Black, stay behind, we need to arrange your detentions."
The class muttered in annoyance. He wasn't their real teacher, he had no right to assign so much homework. The class eventually left, Ron and Y/N stayed seated at their desks, Ron looked more so annoyed that he had gotten detention, Y/N leaned back on her chair and looked at her nails casually. It's wasn't rare for her to get detentions, she actually had them quite often throughout the years mostly for either talking back (usually only to Professor Snape when he made fun of Neville) or pulling small pranks with Fred and George. (Those were usually given by Professor McGonagall)
"Detention tonight after dinner. you'll both be scrubbing bedpans at the Hospital wing" he said, and with a bit of a smirk he added. "No magic."
Y/N and Ron shared annoyed glances and walked out of the classroom to catch up with Harry and Hermione.
"D'you know what that slimy haired git—"
"Ron!" scolded Hermione
"— is making us do? I've got to scrub out the bedpans in the hospital wing. Without magic!" He was breathing deeply, his fists clenched. "Why couldn't Black have hidden in Snape's office, eh? He could have finished him off for us!"
"What if Sirius Black isn't all that bad" Y/N said quickly.
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𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩
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"ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀꜱᴛ"
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