R.J.Lupin
written by Louisa S R W
My first encounter with the Defence against the Dark Arts Professor
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Professor
Chapter 1
The trouble with being in the Snape household is that you get introduced to all new teachers going to Hogwarts. You are also supposed to know all about them. Hermione would have loved it but this was something that I for one was much less keen on. Just going on the train was a treat for me, but this? My reaction would invariable be the same. Hello, you must be Professor… I’ve heard a lot about you. Are you the new… teacher? Or something like that. In 1993 we received the most brilliant professor of all, although, compared to Lockhart I don’t think things could have been much worse.
My uncle was not really an admirer, of his, for reasons I would find out much later. His name was Remus John Lupin. He had brown hair, was fairly young, although with a few grey areas and it seemed, that his face was fairly scratched. I met him at our house in Knockturn Alley. It was as though you could cut the air with a knife.
“Good morning, Sir. You must be Professor Lupin. Defence against the Dark Arts? I’ve heard a lot about you.” I was taking a leaf out of Percy’s act like a prefect book.
“And you must be Louisa” He replied whilst shaking my hand. He tried to cover it but his hand too was completely scratched. There was a short huff from my uncle.
“Yes sir, Louisa Snape.” I remember him looking curiously at me as if to say “just Snape?”
“And I’m sure that with Professor Snape here you have a good knowledge of Defence against the Dark Arts?” There came another snort from my uncle. “Of course, sir.” I wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at by this point. I always know that there is a reason why my uncle dislikes someone. But I didn’t understand this one.
“I trust you are in Slytherin, like your uncle?” By this time, I knew he was grasping at straws. I folded my arms, standing my ground. “Ac-tu-ally I’m in Gryffindor, like my mother. I believe you too before that? My friends do not judge based on preconceived ideas.” I was probably very wrong to speak to a teacher like that but as we were not yet at school, and based on the smirk on my Snape’s face it was ok.
“Well I can see I will have my hands full with your class. Third years?”
“No sir, I’m a fourth year?
“I thought you’d be…”
“taller? I’m a metamorphmagus sir.”
“Ah! Intriguing Snape. Didn’t think that ran in your family!”
I felt my uncle stand a lot closer to me and put his hands around my shoulders. I could tell that my uncle was incredibly uncomfortable. He started to shift and squinted his eyes. Professor Lupin seemed to understand this as a sign. From what I could tell they were about the same age but from the marks on his face I couldn’t be 100% accurate. I wondered if they had been at Hogwarts around the same time but my more pressing thought was if both he and my mother were in the same house; did he know her?
My uncle was not really an admirer, of his, for reasons I would find out much later. His name was Remus John Lupin. He had brown hair, was fairly young, although with a few grey areas and it seemed, that his face was fairly scratched. I met him at our house in Knockturn Alley. It was as though you could cut the air with a knife.
“Good morning, Sir. You must be Professor Lupin. Defence against the Dark Arts? I’ve heard a lot about you.” I was taking a leaf out of Percy’s act like a prefect book.
“And you must be Louisa” He replied whilst shaking my hand. He tried to cover it but his hand too was completely scratched. There was a short huff from my uncle.
“Yes sir, Louisa Snape.” I remember him looking curiously at me as if to say “just Snape?”
“And I’m sure that with Professor Snape here you have a good knowledge of Defence against the Dark Arts?” There came another snort from my uncle. “Of course, sir.” I wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at by this point. I always know that there is a reason why my uncle dislikes someone. But I didn’t understand this one.
“I trust you are in Slytherin, like your uncle?” By this time, I knew he was grasping at straws. I folded my arms, standing my ground. “Ac-tu-ally I’m in Gryffindor, like my mother. I believe you too before that? My friends do not judge based on preconceived ideas.” I was probably very wrong to speak to a teacher like that but as we were not yet at school, and based on the smirk on my Snape’s face it was ok.
“Well I can see I will have my hands full with your class. Third years?”
“No sir, I’m a fourth year?
“I thought you’d be…”
“taller? I’m a metamorphmagus sir.”
“Ah! Intriguing Snape. Didn’t think that ran in your family!”
I felt my uncle stand a lot closer to me and put his hands around my shoulders. I could tell that my uncle was incredibly uncomfortable. He started to shift and squinted his eyes. Professor Lupin seemed to understand this as a sign. From what I could tell they were about the same age but from the marks on his face I couldn’t be 100% accurate. I wondered if they had been at Hogwarts around the same time but my more pressing thought was if both he and my mother were in the same house; did he know her?
