Hey bubsssss! Longer chapter yayyyy! I honestly felt really bad for the last chapter being short so here ya go lol

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Right as I open the door, taking a step in, I'm met with bright green eyes only a few inches from my own eyes.

We collide, seeming as we both took a step before realizing each other were there.

Murmurs of "ow" and "sorry" come out of our mouths, before we both start laughing quietly at the situation.

I rub my temple where his glasses hit my face, laughing along with him.

"Y/n- so sorry, I was just about to come looking for you." He says, laughing awkwardly.

"Wow, the famous Harry Potter knows my name." I laugh, smirking slightly.

In all honestly I was kind of impressed he knew my name. Although Dumbledore probably told him, it was still weird hearing it come out of his mouth.

His lips part, words about to come out of his mouth before he's interrupted.

"You two ready?" Professor Lupin asks, an excited expression on his face.

"Ready!" Harry says, smiling weakly at me before turning around and walking over to the Professor.

I walk over to them soon after, surprisingly feeling more excited.

"I'm guessing you've both been informed on what you're learning?" Lupin asks, taking his wand from his robes.

We both nod, glancing at each other to see our answers.

"Great! I'd like to explain the charm a little bit to both of you before we begin." He smiles sweetly at us.

I smile back at him, listening intently to his next words.

"A Patronus charm is technically just light, or happiness, to keep the dementors away. Would either of you like to guess how you cast this spell?" Professor Lupin asks, amusement in his attitude.

I try to think of anyway that seems to be an easy answer, though nothing comes to mind.

I hope it wasn't supposed to be an easy answer.

I glance over, watching Harry shrug slightly and shake his head. I do the same as him, making eye contact with Lupin.

He nods slowly, running his fingers up and down his wand.

"No?" He pauses slightly, glancing between us for any last answers. "Happiness, of course." He grins.

I smile slightly, a little embarrassed for not guessing that.

"How do you cast happiness?" Harry asks, his brows knitted in confusion.

"Very good question, Harry, something you'll have to learn too." Lupin answers, walking over to a large chest.

I furrow my brows as well, as he points to the chest with his wand.

"In here," Lupin says, glancing down at the chest. "Is a dementor."

Harry flinches slightly, the word seeming to have an affect on him.

Personally, I had never been by a dementor nor been attacked by one. I heard stories of what they did, and what had happened to Harry at the quidditch match.

"You don't seem scared Y/n, why is that?" Lupin asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Hm? Oh- I'm not sure. I've never been.." I pause, trying to think of a better word but there doesn't seem to be any. "Attacked.. by one." I finish, swallowing thickly.

Lupin nods slowly, a slight smirk on his lips.

"I see," he says, still a hint of amusement in his voice.

I furrow my brows slightly, confused by his slight amusement.

First Dumbledore seemed interested in me, now Professor Lupin. What was it about me that seemed to be so interesting? So amusing?

"Anyways," he starts once again, stepping away from the chest. "The spell for this charm is Expecto Patronum."

Something seems to light up in my mind, almost like a memory, though I can't picture anything. I feel like I recognize those words, though I have no idea what from. Maybe a book?

"You'll point your wand at the Dementor, saying those words, understood?" He asks, his voice becoming more stern.

I nod my head, muttering a small "mhm" as I do so.

"The key to this spell though, is a memory." Lupin says, raising his eyebrows.

Great, just as I couldn't remember something I had to have a memory.

"Specifically, a happy one. You want to think about this memory, think about the joy you felt in this memory. Only then, you can cast the spell." He smiles weakly, crossing his arms over his chest.

I frown slightly at his words, thinking about Harry. That boy had been through so much, never even had a family, and yet he had to cast a spell purely filled with happiness.

"Remember though, this charm is extremely advanced, and I don't expect either of you to be able to cast it for a very long time." He assures us.

I nod slightly, the pressure of Dumbledore thinking I'd be able to do it still on my shoulders.

"Alright, Harry first." Lupin speaks once again, seeming as neither Harry or myself had anything to say.

Harry hesitantly walks closer to the chest, grabbing his wand from his back pocket and holding it out in front of him.

"Just try your best." Lupin smiles encouragingly to Harry.

Harry nods slightly, before turning his head back to where the dementor soon appeared.

The whole room seemed to grow colder, the lights dimming as well. I had always heard sayings like "dementors take the happiness out of the room" but I never really understood that until now.

Harry lifts his wand up to the dementor, his arm shaking.

I bite my bottom lip anxiously as I watch him try to act as brave as possible though it isn't very believable.

"Ex-Expecto Patronum!" Harry stutters, his head lifting as he watches the horrifying creature rise higher above him.

It was easy to tell he wouldn't get the spell, especially because he didn't say it correctly. That was confirmed when nothing happened. Nothing came from his wand, and nothing happened to the Dementor that was now hovering over the boy.

My eyes widen slightly, glancing at Lupin who quickly hurries over to the chest and closes the creature back into it.

The only noise in the room is Harry's heavy breath, before his body falls down to the ground.

My jaw falls open in shock, looking at the boy who had just fainted in the middle of the classroom.

"Oh goodness.." Lupin says, staring at Harry. "He'll be back up in a few minutes." He smiles weakly at me, though it's hard to believe.

I smile weakly back at him, though it definitely wasn't a real smile.

"Right- your turn." He gestures me towards the box, moving Harry's passed out body out of the way.

I wasn't sure how he seemed so relaxed about dragging a student's body out of the way so another one of his students could possibly be in that same position in just a few seconds. 

I swallow thickly, nerves filling up inside of me.

I truly wasn't very scared of Dementors.. before I watched all this happen.

My steps are very slow as I approach closer to the box. I take a deep breath in, closing my eyes.

My brain rushes through things to imagine. Lots of memories came to mind, though a specific one kept coming back.

I smile slightly at the memory, my nerves now slightly fading away.

"Ready?" Lupin asks, his hand ready to unleash the Dementor.

"Ready." I say confidently, trying my best to keep my mind focused on the memory.

The dementor creeps out of the chest, instantly hovering in front of me.

I point my wand at it, exhaling shakily as I try my hardest to think of the memory.

It was when I was about 5 years old, and my mum was singing a song. My dad picked me up, waltzing me around the room as our laughter filled the air. My mother soon joined us, her voice shifting from singing to laughing.

My mind focuses on the memory, and only the memory. That is until I realize. I realize that the memory could never happen again, nor anything like it. It could never happen again because of her.

"Expecto Patronum!" I yell at the creature, my grip around my wand becoming tighter.

My lips part slightly, as I watch a small sliver of magic come from the end of my wand. Clearly that wasn't the spell though, because the Dementor definitely didn't go away.

Lupin soon trapped the creature back into the chest, slowly lifting his head to look at me.

But I didn't look at him, I couldn't. My eyes were now filling with tears. Not because I didn't cast the spell, but because of the reason. Because all of my happiest memories were now ruined. Were now filled with anger, instead.

"Your Patronus- it was-" Lupin stutters, out of breath and clearly confused. "Never mind.."

I nod slightly, my eyes still glued to the ground.

"Could you possibly not tell Harry about this? I don't want him to feel discouraged that you got closer than him." Lupin asks quietly, stepping closer to me.

"I won't," I mutter, bitting my bottom lip gently.

I didn't have the courage to look up at him, to show him my eyes that were filled with tears.

"I have to go though-" I clear my throat awkwardly, walking over to my bag and throwing it over my shoulder.

"Alright-" he says, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Good job today,"

"Thanks," I mutter, my voice clearly shaky.

I quickly walk out of the classroom, trying to hold my emotions together. Every time I held them in, it seemed to get harder and harder, but I wasn't going to stop.

I hated these moments. These moments of rushing through the school, my head faced downwards and my steps large as I tried my hardest not to let the tears out.

As I walk closer and closer to the dungeon, I suddenly feel a strong hand grab my wrist, pulling me in a dark classroom.

From the moment his hand touched mine I knew who it was, and his cold metal rings made it obvious.

I soak up my tears instantly, knowing the last thing I want is for Draco to know I was on the verge of crying.

"Are you crying?" He asks plainly, stepping closer to me.

I step back instantly, my anger only rising.

"No I'm not crying." I say sternly, crossing my arms uncomfortably over my chest.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He furrows his brows, once again taking a step closer to me.

"Oh I wonder why!" I yell sarcastically, not even caring that my anger is taking over.

"Listen-"

"No, Draco, I'm not going to fucking listen!" I yell, taking a step closer to him.

"I didn't mean it I-"

"You didn't!? What did you mean then!? Do you think everyone girl who shows a little bit of damn skin is a slut? Do you think we're all asking for it!?" I interrupt him once again, stepping closer and closer every sentence.

He steps back, clearly a little intimated by my yelling. His mouth opens, about to speak, before I interrupt him.

"Do you think girls like being cat-called!? Do you think we want the attention of boys much older than us!? Hell- do you think we want to get fucking raped!?"

My thoughts flow out of my mouth, my anger only rising along with the volume of my voice. I wanted him to know how disgusting his words were. How much they can hurt a person.

He stutters over a few noises, clearly shaken by my rant.

If it weren't for the serious situation, I would've laughed. Laughed at how I was now practically pinning him against a wall, leaving him speechless.

"I have no respect for you."

The words calmly roll off my tongue, before I walk quickly out of the classroom, leaving him standing up against a wall, not even being able to form a word.

It was nice, feeling powerful.

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