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“It’s (y/n)!” Peter exclaimed as he saw you arrive in the common room. He jumped up immediately and came to hug you, the others following closely behind. Lily, Mary, Frank and Alice came over as well, all of them welcoming you back in their own way.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Mary asked.

“These nobheads wouldn’t tell us anything” Lily huffed, gesturing to the Marauders.

“It wasn’t our place to tell you anything!” Remus argued, clearly having been over the topic multiple times.

“Thanks guys” you said, “for not telling anyone.” You sighed. “My brother is in the hospital. He was attacked by Death Eaters, they hit him with an Entrails Expelling Curse.”

Frank whistled. “That’s a rough one, sorry (y/n).”

“Oh my god” Alice said, “is he okay?”

“He hasn’t woken up yet and the spell hasn’t completely worn off yet, but he’ll be okay. It just takes time…”

“Oh, (y/n), I’m so sorry” Lily sighed, hugging you. “How are you?”

“It’s okay, I’m okay” you muttered, hugging her back. “At least, I am now… I got a real kick in the butt, I guess.”

“Your dad convince you to come back?” Remus asked.

“No, actually. He tried, but I didn’t really listen. Merlin, I’ll have to write him. No, Moody talked to me.”

James gasped. “Moody? As in Alastor Moody?? Legendary Auror??”

“Yeah, didn’t Sirius tell you? He was there when we arrived.”

“No, he didn’t tell me anything” he hissed, looking at the boy in question. After a blaming glance, he looked back to you. “What’s he like? Is he tall? I bet he’s tall. Oh, does he have any cool scars? What wand does he have? Did he show you a spell?”

“Wow James, never saw you as the fangirling type” you chuckled.

“I’m not a fangirling type!”

“Of course not, you’re only obsessing over a man you’ve never met.”

“I’m not obsessing!!”

“You are” Sirius chimed in.

“Totally” Remus said.

“Sorry man” Peter shrugged.

You giggled. “Don’t worry, maybe I’ll introduce you some time, then you can ask him for his autograph.”

He gasped. “DO YOU REALLY THINK HE’LL GIVE ME HIS AUTOGRAPH??”

~ WHAT TEAM???!!!???!?!!??! TIME SKIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~

A week later you were glaring daggers at the Slytherin table. Avery sat next to Severus, and they were talking. Actually talking, as in having a decent conversation amongst friends. Mulciber, Wilkes and Rosier were there as well.

‘It wasn’t him’ you repeated in your head. It had become your mantra over the last week, but you just couldn’t force yourself to stop hating him. Your brother was still in the hospital, and even though he had woken up, you couldn’t bear the thought of him being there while Avery was laughing and having fun with his friends.

“(Y/n)? Hellooooooo? She isn’t listening, is she?” James sighed, reminding you of the conversation going on between your friends.

“Hm? Sorry James” you said once you realised you had been ignoring them completely.

“(Y/n), honestly, you have to snap out of it. Avery senior will get what’s coming for him, but junior over there in innocent. A git, yes, but innocent.”

“I know, and you’re right, but that doesn’t make me hate him less.”

Remus draped his arm around your shoulder. “You can hate him all you want, but please, don’t blame him for something he hasn’t done.”

“I’m not” you huffed, but leaned into his side anyway.

“Good” he said, and tightened his grip on you. “Now, are you going to finish that? Or will you let James steal your food again?” he said pointing to your plate and the boy on the other side of the table looking at it like a prey.

You picked up your fork and knife again without changing position, and said: “James, honestly, there’s food right in front of you.”

“I know, but food always tastes better off someone else’s plate” he smirked.

“Merlin you’re an idiot” you replied with a grin of your own.

He winked at you in response, making you laugh and your mood lighten.

It wasn’t until the next day that your mood worsened again. It was on a Friday, when you and Remus came from Ancient Runes and were walking to Charms Class, and passed three people you really didn’t want to see; Avery, Mulciber and Narcissa Black. Of course, everything would have been fine, had the latter not been boasting about how her sister had successfully hexed some muggle borns in Diagon Alley. To this, Avery replied how his father had put an Auror in Saint Mungo’s and how the git was still there.

You stiffened when you heard the words leave his mouth, and barely registered the ‘shit’ leaving Remus’.

“That git is my brother” you hissed as you turned around, and drew your wand.

They turned as well, pretending they only just noticed you, and grinned. “No he isn’t, you’re just adopted. Or don’t you remember that?”

You raised your wand, but Remus grasped your arm before you could do anything.

“(Y/n), don’t. They’re just messing with you, let’s go or we’ll be late.”

“Yeah (y/n)” Narcissa mocked, “you surely wouldn’t want to miss your class, would you?”

“I would give the same advice to you” a stern voice replied, drawing your attention. McGonagall had appeared of the end of the hallway, and did not look pleased.

“Miss (l/n), lower your wand.” You immediately did as she told. “As for you three” she said, turning to the Slytherins, “my office, now.”

“Professor, with all due respect” Narcissa started, “(l/n) was the one who drew her wand on us-“

“For which I will speak with her later” she said, casting you a pointed look, “but it appears I have to remind you that this school is founded on toleration, not on violence. Am I clear?”

They nodded.

“My office, now” she repeated, and turned to leave.

Remus dragged you towards the classroom without hesitation. “That was close” he huffed. You remained silent. “(Y/n), you do realise they only said those things because you were there, right?” When you still didn’t react, he continued: “I’m just trying to say that, if McGonagall hadn’t shown up, you’d probably have hexed them, and the you would have been the one in trouble.”

“You’re right” you muttered. “Sorry, Rémy…”

He paused right in front of the door of Charms. “That’s okay” he said, and chuckled. “You owe me one though.”

“Yeah, I do” you muttered and gave him a hug. When you entered the classroom the lesson had already started, but professor Flitwick didn’t bother interrupting his lecture. Instead, the class went by as usual, and the rest of the day was quiet.

The morning after however wasn’t.

Severus still helped you with your potions, and every Saturday morning he helped you practice. This time was no different; you chose a potion from the curriculum, practiced until you got it right (even if it took you multiple sessions) and then chose a next one.

“All right, what’s wrong?” he asked while you were waiting for the potion to boil.

“Nothing. What makes you think something’s wrong?” you replied.

“You’ve been out of it today” he said. “And you haven’t attempted a joke once.”

“’m Not in the mood to joke, so what?”

“There’s more to it though” he sighed.

“Fine. You want to know what’s wrong? I hate Avery, and he’s your friend” you blurted out.

“So? I don’t like your friends either” he shrugged.

“Let me rephrase that: his father almost killed my brother and yesterday the git was boasting about it, and he’s your friend.”

“Are you telling me I can’t be friends with him?”

“That’s not what I said-“

“It is what you meant.”

“What I meant” you said curtly, “is that he’s no good, and you still choose to be friends with him, and that doesn’t sit well with me.”

He huffed. “Sounds familiar.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know James cursed your brother. How is he doing? Still in the hospital? Want me to send some flowers, or will a ‘get well soon’ card do?” you hissed.

“Hey, I’m not saying who you should be friends with, so you shouldn’t be dictating me either!”

“I’m not dictating you! You’ve been bitching about my friends for three years now because they’ve pranked you a couple of times. Well guess what princess, they’ve been pranking a lot of people, not just you. And even if it were only you, there’s a difference between pranking and an attempt of murder.”

“Avery wasn’t the one who hurt you brother in the first place!”

“I’m not dense Severus, I know that! But he was boasting about it, laughing about how he is still in the fucking hospital! That’s a difference! And don’t you dare tell me I can’t be angry about it, because I damn well can!” you ended shouting.

He looked at you with wide eyes. You sighed, turning back to the potion.

“So yeah, I’m a bit out of it today.”

That had been your first real fight with Severus. You had made up the next day and pretended nothing had happened, and he was still your friend, but from that moment on it hadn’t exactly been the same.

That evening, professor McGonagall called you to her office in order to talk about what had happened the day before.

“Miss (l/n), please, close the door” she said as you walked in. When you had done so she pointed to the chair in front of her desk, on which you sat down. “About the events that occurred yesterday. I want you to know that misters Avery and Mulciber and miss Black have been given punishments by professor Slughorn, as he is head of their house. As for you; I hope you realise the severity of the situation. You could have attacked a fellow student, and you are very lucky I showed up when I did. I don’t think mister Lupin would have been able to hold you back if I hadn’t.”

“Yes professor” you replied, letting her words sink in as you stared at your feet.

“I will not give you a punishment-“ your head whipped up “-this time. Next time there will be consequences. Understood?”

“Yes professor” you repeated.

“And if I may give some advice: this is not your war. Perhaps it will be some day, but not yet. I understand that you’re angry, but to let that anger out on your fellow students is not the right way. Because after all, that is what they are; your fellow students. No matter their relations or personalities. You have a lot of fight in you, miss (l/n), and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but know who and what you’re fighting. And most importantly, when. I have learned you wish to become an Auror?”

“Y- yes, how did you know?” you baffled asked.

“As head of your house, it is my job to know these things. Besides, I have been in contact with your father lately, he might have said something in his letters. But that’s beside the point. If you wish to become an Auror I will support you, but knows that it doesn’t only take knowledge and skill to become one, but also discipline and self-control; two things you might have to work on.”

“I understand professor, thank you for the advice.”

“No problem. Now I believe dinner has started already, you’d better go to your friends before they start to worry about you.”

You thanked her again, got up and walked out, heading straight towards the Great Hall. And when you passed a sniggering and gloating Avery, you held up your chin and passed him like he was nothing more than a worm in the gutter.

An annoying one, but a worm nonetheless.

As requested:

Spells used so far, in a chronological order:

Bat-bogey hex: makes bats fly out of your nose
Mutatio Skullus: illegal hex
Protego: shield charm
Anapneo: to clear the throat of someone choking
Tergeo: to clean up dried blood from a bleeding wound
Ferule: binds and splints fractures
Episkey: to treat mild to moderate injuries
Vulnera Sanentur: to heal deep gashes
Priori Incantatem: shows the latest spell cast by a wand
Expecto Patronum: shield made of a happy memory
Dissendium: to open the secret passage behind the statue of the one-eyed witch