Werewolf's Sister
written by Hayley Solace
Piper was just an ordinary girl....or at least that is what she liked to think. She had no parents, they had died in a car wreck, and she was raised by her big brother. Nearly 23 years older than her, her older brother was more like a parent than a big brother. What happens when Harry comes into the mix? This is Piper Lupin's unusual 1st year at Hogwarts.(I don't own Harry Potter. Rights go to J.K rowling.)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Lunch, Fame, and Detention
Chapter 11
I spent the entire rest of what was supposed to be Snape's class wandering and exploring the school. After about thirty minutes, I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "What are you doing down here? Why weren't you in classes?" Harry asked concernedly. "How did you know I wasn't in classes?" I asked. How could he know that? "A little girl came and asked me where, and I quote, 'little, blonde, blue eyed girly who was a first year I hung out with is'. I asked if she was in your classes, and she said yes. I was told you weren't in classes, so..." Harry said, giving me a pointed look. "Your father talked to me this morning, he told me he was friends with my parents, so I should look after you. Almost like a big brother..." he whispered in my ear, and winked. "Well?"Hermione demanded, obviously concerned for my 'education'. "I, um, kinda sorta overslept...." I said quietly. "Then, I went to Snape's class...." I trailed off, seeing Ron's interested look. "What?" I asked. "You were to SNAPE'S class? What happened?" he asked. "Well, I walked in..." I started to tell the story, and when I was finished, they all looked at me bug-eyed. "Let's head to lunch!" I said cheerily, changing the subject. "Yeah, I'm hungry." Ron said, and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Your always hungry, Ronald."she said. "Yeah, RONALD, you are always hungry!" I repeated, and smirked.
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"Did you really say that to Snape?" A Hufflepuff asked me in the hall. "Yep." I said, shrugging. "You got him good! Do you need notes?" A Ravenclaw asked as we walked to dinner. "No, I'm okay. Thanks, though!" I say, heading towards Snape's chambers. Detention. This was sure to be fun. I walked in, seeing him at his desk. "Hello." I say simply, a grin plastered on my face. He looks up from the book he is reading, and says, "Oh, look. Mini Werewolf, Snarky, Sarcastic little Gryffindor." I glare at him, and say, "I am not a werewolf, not like anything is wrong with it anyway. I am just here for our little date." He scoffs, and drawls, "Clean the cauldrons, without magic." I roll my eyes, and say, "You look lovely tonight Professor. Your greasy hair is just the perfect touch." His face grows sour, and he snarls, "I don't think I can say the same about you, Lupin." "I think we are on a first name basis, Severus." I say cheekily. "20 points from Gryffindor, for being disrespectful towards a teacher." I roll my eyes once more, and start to scrub. "Your brother will here of this.." he says snidely. "Oh, okay. I don't really give a blasted crap." I say pessimistically. "Language, Miss Lupin..." he mock-sighs. I hate him so much. So much.
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"Did you really say that to Snape?" A Hufflepuff asked me in the hall. "Yep." I said, shrugging. "You got him good! Do you need notes?" A Ravenclaw asked as we walked to dinner. "No, I'm okay. Thanks, though!" I say, heading towards Snape's chambers. Detention. This was sure to be fun. I walked in, seeing him at his desk. "Hello." I say simply, a grin plastered on my face. He looks up from the book he is reading, and says, "Oh, look. Mini Werewolf, Snarky, Sarcastic little Gryffindor." I glare at him, and say, "I am not a werewolf, not like anything is wrong with it anyway. I am just here for our little date." He scoffs, and drawls, "Clean the cauldrons, without magic." I roll my eyes, and say, "You look lovely tonight Professor. Your greasy hair is just the perfect touch." His face grows sour, and he snarls, "I don't think I can say the same about you, Lupin." "I think we are on a first name basis, Severus." I say cheekily. "20 points from Gryffindor, for being disrespectful towards a teacher." I roll my eyes once more, and start to scrub. "Your brother will here of this.." he says snidely. "Oh, okay. I don't really give a blasted crap." I say pessimistically. "Language, Miss Lupin..." he mock-sighs. I hate him so much. So much.
