Siriusly, Voldy? *Sequel to Why? Because of Them.*

Chapter 5: Reminiscing.

Ron opened up the letter, his hands shaking like he has Parkinson's disease.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Screamed out Molly's voice, but it was the letter. Ron dropped it, but it slowly stood up. "HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR?! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!" Molly yelled...or at least, the envelope did. My eyebrow was raised the whole time, and the Great Hall was dead silent. Once Molly was done, the letter slowly and pleasantly (surprise, haha) turned to Ginny Weasley, their youngest child and only daughter.

"Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making it in Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." It said, nice and calmly. Now, it turned to me.

"Sapphire, I didn't know this was your new job. Congratulations to you as well. Visit us when possible." This time, it was even softer of a voice and I swear I saw a smile. After this, it turned back to Ron and blew a raspberry in his face. Then, the letter shredded itself into pieces. Just. Like. That.

Ron's eyes were bugging out of his head, and Hermione looked as if she just swallowed a fly. I thought to myself, 'Well, Molly. I believe you have done your job,' giggling slightly to myself.

Severus's P.O.V. 

        I sat at my desk, grading homework. I came across a familiar name. Autumn Black. She is quite intelligent in Potions, just like Sapphire. Not quite as educated as I was, but exceeding expectations. However, she's friends withPotter. I expected her to be, as she's Sapphire's daughter and is almost destined to be friends with the troublemakers. In my opinion, anyhow, even if I do have to protect the boy. Sapphire is different, though, than how the Marauders were. She wasn't a bully, for starters, and she was also not th-

"Hi, Sev, sorry I'm a few minutes late, so............" Sapphire walked in, smiling as she did so. After the word 'so,' I zoned out, hearing her delicate voice, but not processing her words. I've never liked her like that, I've just missed my best friend extremely. I think I was staring at her, but she snapped her fingers in my face, back to earth.

"Something wrong?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Nothing of the sort. I'm a bit busy, is there something you needed?" I spoke, coldly as usual.

"Well, then." She looked mock-offended, almost daring me to laugh, but my expression stayed the same. "Look, I wanted to get out of Defense Against the Dark Arts with Lockhart, and Dumbledore allowed me to go to you this lesson. So...hi, I missed you. Just doesn't look that way from here." She looked genuinely sad this time. I wanted to comfort her, same as I've done every time the Marauders bullied her to the extent that she cried, a strong girl like Sapphire, back then. I had to fight that urge however, because I am not 14 anymore. And as hard as it was, I continued grading homework, and sat at my desk. Sapphire sat in the chair next to me, and it was surprisingly close. As I dipped my quill into the ink, I heard her tap her foot on the ground and she was humming something. This time, the edges of lips twitched a bit, in a small smile. 

        "Am I bothering you?" She asked me cautiously. The truth was, no, she really didn't bother me. She was humming a beautiful melody, one that I had resisted to tap my own foot to. Although, the truth is much too overrated.

"Yes, you are. I am trying to grade these quickly, but it is impossible with the noise you're making." I told her, sending a glare in her direction, ignoring the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Alright then. Changed much?" She returned the glare and stood up. "I guess I won't be getting much respect from someone I thought could help me and relate. But I guess I'm just too much of a bother with my 'noise' and you should just grade the homework these children worked hard to do. It's alright. Really. See ya." She glared again and turned around, towards the door.

"Saph..." I told her, and practically begged with my eyes, for her to come back. Luckily, she walked back over to me.

"What is it? You want to apologize? Or make some more mean comments to me?" She asked, and got louder every second.

"No, Saph, listen I-"  I stood up, but was interrupted. Here came Lockhart, out of breath and drowned in sweat.

"Cornish pixies...run amock...classroom..." He managed to breath out.

"Sapphire, would you accompany Professor Lockhart and help him in this situation?"

"It would be my pleasure to help you, dimwit." She told Lockhart in a threateningly low voice. The two of them walked out of the Potions classroom and I was left alone again, grading the Potions homework. Cornish pixies? If I were the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I would have done a better job than Lockhart.