It’s Bee’s first DADA class and she got paired to duel with Sebastian! She got scared and panicked during the duel, and accidentally blasted him off the platform. It was love at first sight (for him anyway🤭).
Not entirely happy with how this one turned out (made a mistake before finishing and had to improvise to fix it) but I think it’s good enough :3
(Background credit goes to the creators of Hogwarts Legacy)
“Look at him, Moony…all grown up,” Sirius said as Harry rolled his eyes at him. Remus ignored him and continued reading the Prophet. Sirius pretended to fuss over Harry’s robes and Harry swatted him away.
“You’re ridiculous. Save it, will you?” Harry said impatiently, looking at the clock. “My first DADA class is in an hour, and I have to set everything set up.”
At this, Remus put down the paper and went over to Harry. “You ready?” he asked, handing Harry his briefcase.
“I…I think so.” Harry said.
“You’ll be great,” Remus said, pulling him into a hug.
Sirius joined the hug. “Go on now, Professor. Don’t be late,” he said. Harry nodded. He squared his shoulders and stepped through the fireplace calling “Hogwarts” as he did.
Both Sirius and Remus watched after him. “I’m glad you recommended him for the job, Moony. It suits him,” Sirius said, dropping his joking demeanor. They were both relieved when Harry left the Auror force to take the job at Hogwarts, now that Remus retired.
“I agree. And it’s not cursed anymore. So he can do it as long as he likes,” Remus said with a wink.
september 15 - DADA class - @wolfstarmicrofic - 349 words
The full was three days ago, and even though Remus is out of the infirmary with nothing but a few cuts and bruises, this moon took a toll on him.
He's been trudging through classes all day, taking bare minimum notes and just trying to stay conscious and fight away the migraines that form cracks in his head.
His bones creak as he walks up the stairs towards defence class, Sirius and James flying up ahead, yapping loudly about something they read in the daily prophet.
They get to the classroom, and take their seats, Remus and Sirius right at the back. Remus knows he looks dreadful and probably like he's at death's door, but, to his credit, Sirius doesn't comment, just says "I can take notes for you if you need, Moons."
Remus shakes his head, and instantly regrets it because it makes him a little nauseous. "That's ok, Pads, I've gotten through all my other classes."
"Yeah, but you look like death." He replies, eyes flicking over Remus's pale face.
Remus just forces a small smile, resting his head against his palm. The room is too bright, and his skull feels like it might split in two, but he opens his textbook and scribbles something down as Professor Merrythought starts talking.
He barely registers her voice, and presses his hands to his eyes, blinking slowly. Sirius, despite his usual restlessness, stays unusually still beside him, glancing at Remus every few minutes.
Halfway through the hour, Remus feels himself slipping. His eyes droop, heavy, and his head falls onto his arms crossed on the desk. Sirius moves wordlessly, placing his textbook gently next to Remus' head, shielding him from the window light and the eyes of other students.
Remus feels the tension in his chest ease at the gentleness. He knows he'll have to come back to reality soon, but for now, under the makeshift cover of Sirius' book, he lets himself rest.
"Got you covered, Moons," Sirius whispers.
Remus lets out a quiet breath. He’ll deal with the day later. For now, he just rests.
the year is 2025, Harry Potter is 45 years old and he finally became the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts and he will teach until his death. amen
Summary: The air in Defense Against the Dark Arts is thick with more than just magic as the memory of a near-miss in the Room of Requirement haunts her and Sebastian. When Sebastian proposes a midnight heist to the Restricted Section, her hesitant rejection reveals her plans with Leander, prompting a mocking mask of bravado from Sebastian that barely hides the sting of betrayal.
Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Professor Hecat.
Word Count: ~490 words
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom crackled with the chaotic hum of sixteen students attempting to master their wands. She stood with Sebastian, their wands pointed at a training dummy as they practiced the Fianto Duri spell. The spell was supposed to be a solid shield, but the tension between them was anything but. The air was charged with the silent memory of a close call in the Room of Requirement, and she couldn’t shake it.
Sebastian leaned closer, his shoulder nearly brushing hers, his voice dropping to a near whisper as the noise of the class masked his words. "I remembered seeing a book in the Restricted Section about blood maledictions when I was looking for Anne’s cure. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but I think it might hold the lead we need for Ominis. We should go explore it tonight." His proximity sent a jolt of static electricity crackling through her skin, a sudden, stifling heat that made the DADA classroom feel far too small. The phantom sensation of his thumb tracing her jaw—the memory of how close they’ve been in the half-light—pulsed in her veins, making her heart hammer against her ribs.
She pulled her hand back from the dummy, feeling suddenly awkward. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't," she stammered, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. "I'm... busy."
"I'm going out with Leander," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She kept her gaze fixed on the training dummy, unable to meet his eyes; the name felt like a jagged intrusion into the private, dangerous world they had built together. In the heavy silence following their discovery, the admission tasted like a betrayal.
For a fraction of a second, Sebastian’s guard dropped, a sharp flash of genuine surprise crossing his features. He hadn't expected her to have plans with Prewett—not tonight. But then, as quickly as it appeared, the surprise was buried under a calculated mask of indifference. He shrugged carelessly, his jaw tightening as he reached for a dismissive tone. To him, the conflict was non-existent; he assumed whatever "date" she had would be over by the time the castle went to sleep. "Oh, it doesn't matter," he said, waving it off as if it were an irrelevant detail. "I was planning on going around eleven anyway. Obviously, you'll be back by then. Scribner will be asleep, and Peeves will be hunting the choir room."
The heat of the evasion rose in her cheeks. "Yeah... Leander is helping me with Astronomy, so we were planning to be out tonight."
Sebastian's eyes flickered down to her flushed face, the sharp memory of the Room of Requirement—the heat, the silence, the way she’d nearly let him in—vibrating between them. He forced a wide, mocking grin, the expression a shield against the sting of her rejection. "Oh! I get it..." He gave her a sharp, dismissive wink, his voice dripping with an exaggerated, teasing lilt as if trying to joke away the weight of their shared secret. The grin plastered on his face was wide and practiced, but it didn't reach his eyes, which remained cold and guarded—a calculated move to reclaim power and bury the vulnerability he'd shown her just nights before. "You naughty witch."
She swatted his arm, her face burning. "Oh, shut it!"
Professor Hecat’s sharp voice cut through their conversation like a knife. "So... how is your Fianto Duri practice going?" they instantly snapped back to the dummy, their wands casting simultaneous Fianto Duri spells that hit the shield with unnecessary force, the physical tension now channeled into their shared focus.
