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A/N I wanted to say :I know I've been a bad gir for not posting this for a couple of years, hope you will forgive me. ~~( marriage, bachelor degree and a baby can do this to people)~~

A BIG BIG thank YOU to knitchick for making this thing readable and Nimidias for going through once again :-)

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First Lesson: Part Two

Remus scolded himself, trying to remember the last time he had lost house points for Gryffindor. In fifth year maybe.

He really liked the Defense against the Dark Arts course. He had so many questions spinning in his head, so many things he wanted to ask. He wanted to make up for those lost points, to show his Professor that he knew something on the subject. But once again …

“Exactly how old are you?”

Black.

Hermione looked at him angrily, trying to think of a way to knock him down a peg or two without hurting his feelings too badly at the same time … if that were even possible.

He would be a pain in her derriere that's for sure. He never grew up, nor, she realized with a slight pang, would he ever. She wasn’t that surprised after all.

Her age, or lack of, was her biggest hurdle, she had known that coming into this job, but honestly, she had been hoping for something more tangible from the class. A test of sorts, that would prove she knew what she was talking about … she had expected questions like 'Have you ever faced a dark wizard' or 'What curses should we expect in the real world?'

Instead she was forced to deal with immature, testosterone riddled, males with less sense than a hippogriff.

“Didn’t I just ask …. and I will repeat myself for those with hearing problems,” she added with a pointed look in Sirius' direction, “Does anyone have any general questions about this course?"

The rest of the class sat in uncomfortable silence. Either wondering what to ask, or, counting the minutes until the end of the lesson. Finally, after of moment of silence, she saw one hand raised … a Slytherin hand … a very recognizable Slytherin hand.

'Yes, mister … ?” She kept up the pretense that she had no idea who he was, and had to remind herself not to react.Keep up appearances, honey, keep them up.

“Snape … Severus Snape.” He stood up, smoothing his greasy hair back with shaking hands. He was nervous. Why? He had no idea.

She looked at him carefully, not knowing what to expect, but confident that he would ask something interesting or intelligent at least.

“Will you tell us a little bit more than Black could about the Patronus Charm?” He couldn't resist a quick look in Black's direction, it wasn't every day that one of the Gryffindor Golden Boy's got figuratively 'slapped down' in front of his peers.

“That’s a very good question, Mr. Snape. Please sit down and I'll elaborate.” she added with a nod.

He could not resist a little smirk. Or maybe not so little.

“A Patronus is a protector, and is a weapon rather than a predator of souls” She began her explanation.

Must try to not sound like a walking encyclopedia, she reminded herself. Not now. She continued speaking while walking between the rows, pleased to see that some of the students had started taking notes.

“Patronus shield their conjurors from Dementors, and if strong enough, a fully formed Corporeal Patronus can drive them away completely. The conjured Patronus protects the witch or wizard that summoned it, obeys his or her commands, and fades away when it is no longer required.”

She stopped near the Head Girl's desk.

Lily was writing frantically, trying to absorb all the new information. Hermione looked at her, and for a moment stopped talking. When Lily looked up, after the silence had dragged on longer than it should have, Hermione forgot the words she was going to say. Those green eyes reminded her painfully of Harry. Not even seeing James Potter in the Great Hall had affected her this deeply, releasing emotions she hadn't been prepared for.

Emotions that interfered with her sleep for the past week.

But she needed to go on. She took a deep breath and shoved all thoughts of her friend into the back of her mind and resumed speaking.

"… A Patronus is a positive force. The form it takes tells quite a bit about your personality, or reflects particularly strong emotions you have for another. You will need to think of a memory. Not just any memory, a very happy memory, a very powerful memory …” she paused for a moment.

“Have you ever been happy, Mr. Snape?” She knew she was putting him on the spot, but couldn't help herself.

And that wiped the smirk right off his face.

“Ouch that’s going to hurt.” she heard James whisper as he leaned back at his chair grinning broadly, “Maybe she’s not that bad after all.”

“I do not think that my answer is relevant to this topic.” In a second, Snape, the confident Slytherin, was gone. No, was the correct answer, but he was not going to repeat that out loud.

“How so?” Hermione leaned back on her desk and took out her wand from inside her robe, more curious that she wanted to admit.

“The topic is the Patronus Charm, and in my opinion, my personal life has nothing to do with the correct pronunciation of this incantation. Which is, Expecto Patronum, if my memory is correct.”

“Well, if that’s so …” she pointed her wand at his desk, ”Ten points from Slytherin for not answering the question, and five points to Slytherin for knowing the proper incantation. But remember, simply knowing the words will not help should you ever meet a Dementor if you cannot power it with a sufficiently happy memory.”

She was done with Snape. Let the poor boy relax already. Poor boy? As if…

“Everyone close your eyes.” Her voice was not as harsh as it had been moments before. “I want you to think of a memory. Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember.” Hermione was almost whispering those words as she closed her eyes, trying to relax.

“Just remember, your Patronus can only protect you as long as you stay focused. Think of the happiest thing you can, for as long as you can.” She softened her voice so as not to break the class' concentration.

Inhaling deeply, she finally looked at her class. Students were waiting, almost not moving.

Waiting for my Patronus, aren’t we?

“Expecto Patronum!” A strand of silver light shot out of her wand, flowing to the back of the dark classroom. Everybody was staring in amazement at what she had just done, but Hermione caught herself before she gave voice to her confusion. What the … ?

It was not an otter.

For a second it was, but then the animal started to change forms rapidly, from otter, to dog, to stag, to wolf, and finally … into a bat. A bat! The solid form returned to her, floating in the air in front of her eyes. She tried to touch it, but her Patronus slowly started to disappear.

“Class dismissed!” she said, her voice shaking. “By next lesson, I want everyone to write down all the charms they know for the Defence against Dark Arts course.” She then turned around, swirling her robe behind her, and leaving the classroom.

She knew that a Patronus could change it’s form due to the caster’s emotions.

But why a bat?
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