Headmaster - Snape
DADA - Harry Potter (also head of Gryffindor)
Potions - Draco Malfoy (also head of Slytherin)
Quidditch - Kelly Richmond
Muggle Studies - Ginny Potter
Nurse: Madam Moscovitz
(A/N: Major plot teachers; I'll add in the others if I need to)
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Chapter 13: Inane Mistakes
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"James?" Trish asked, looking at her definitely depressed friend. "Are you alright?"
They were walking back to the Slytherin Common Room when Trish stared at her friend. "James, come on, answer me!" she said unpatiently. "JAMES! ANSWER ME!" All the other Slytherins looked at her before looking where they were before the outburst.
"No," James whispered, staring at the floor. "I'm not."
"Why?"
"Because...I don't understand how I got to be in Slytherin." James replied. "It's unnatural for me to be in that house. I mean, you saw everyone's reactions when that stupid hat said I was in Slytherin."
"James, what would make you feel better?"
"If I were in Gr-"
"And NOT by changing houses," Trish interrupted, inwardly rolling her eyes. "I mean... I don't know. But at least we're together, eh? In the same house?"
"I guess you're right," James said with a smirk.
"You two, what are your names?" commanded a 7th Year Slytherin prefect named Jay Black.
"Trish Richmond and James Potter!" Trish called out.
"You're the supermodel's daughter," Jay said. "Yummy." He licked his lips, both Trish and James glaring at him and his perverted thoughts. Jay rolled his eyes. "Come on, hurry up now, Miss Richmond, Mr. Potter! Get inside! The password is 'risen'."
Trish and James ran along past the perverted prefect and into the portrait of a snake-man.
"Wow, it's lovely!" Trish said, impressed, as she stepped inside the Common Room, "but kinda dark and clammy."
"Alright, young ones!" Jay yelled as all the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and a selected few 7th Years got up and began to walk up the dormitory steps. "Hurry up to bed NOW!"
"Psst, James?" Trish whispered as they were walking up the steps.
"What is it?" James replied, still a bit upset that he was put into the 'wrong house'.
"Never mind," Trish said as they went and turned into their rooms, noticing how touchy he still was. "'Night. I'll meet you in the Common Room tomorrow morning."
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"Good morning, Beautiful!" Trish said cheerfully to James as she found him siting on a chair by the fire. "What you doing?"
"Beautiful...?" James said with a confused look on his face. "Trish, what are you thinking?" 'Did she just call me beautiful? Geez, she's crazy!'
"I dunno. But what you doing?"
"Reading," James said as he was getting up. "Are you ready for breakfast, Trish?"
"Sure, let's go."
They leapt out of the portrait hole and strolled through a few corridors before a voice from behind them stopped them.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Richmond?" They turned around to see their Head of House, Professor Malfoy.
"Good morning, " Trish said with an evil grin, knowing fully well what he felt about her mother.
"Please follow me. You are wanted in the Hospital Wing."
"Man, I'm hungry," James mumbled to Trish, making her snicker while they followed Professor Malfoy to the Hospital Wing.
"Professor Snape, here's Miss Richmond and Mr. Potter. May I return to my quarters now?"
"Yes," Snape turned and walked away, thinking about his teaching replacement. 'Draco must really care for 'Kelly',' Snape thought. "Now, Miss Richmond, Mr. Potter-"
"Hey, Mum, what's wrong?" James said to his mother, who was behind a curtain in the Hospital Wing.
"That's what I wish to speak to you about," Professor Snape said in a stern voice. "Yes, although we don't have full detail yet, your father, James, and your mother, Trish, fainted-"
"Are they alright?" Trish asked politely rather than concerned, seeing that she was still very much upset with her mother.
"Yes, they will be. They should be walking up soon-"
"That's wonderful, now may I please leave and head back to class, Professor? I need to get back," Trish said.
"If that's what you wish, you may leave."
She thought about her mother right then. Her mother wasn't trying to upset her, quite the contrary. Kelly was trying to comfort her. She was trying so hard, and she, Trish, was pushing away and hating her mother. And now she was hurt, and she didn't even care. Knowing this, Trish turned away into the hallways, trying to stop tears from falling.
"Thank you," Trish whimpered, small tears falling down her cheeks. Trish turned and headed out the doors.
"Um, Mum? Is Dad alright?" James asked, not even noticing his friend's self-disappointments.
"Yes, he is. He should be up and about by this afternoon," Ginny said, fake concern unnoticed. "You may leave if you want, James."
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Trish was racing through the halls of Hogwarts when she heard her name being called. Trish turned around to see the Headmaster quickly striding after her.
"Yes, Professor?" Trish trembled, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her robe. She seemed to be trying to push her tears in backwards, from her cheeks to her eyes again.
"Are you alright?" Snape asked his student.
"I will be," Trish said, trying to smile.
"You know what, Trish? You're kind of acting like a student I once had back when I was a Potions teacher." Snape would figure this out once and for all.
"Who?" Trish asked.
"A girl by the name of Hermione Granger. She, at the end of her 7th Year, was always shutting herself back from people and crying all the time."
"SHUT UP!" Trish got mad. She hated people accusing her mother and pretending as if they knew everything she had ever experienced and thought. "You don't know her like I do! Just stop it, you don't know what was happening to her! But I do!" Trish said with tears flowing down her already tear-soaked face.
"What do you mean?" Snape said with a concerned look on his face. 'What could Trish Richmond, daughter of supermodel and now a Quidditch teacher know about Hermione Granger?' he thought sarcastically.
"I know her well, 'cause she's my bloody mother, a mother who is to obsessed with her stupid feelings towards Professor Malfoy and her ex-best friends-" Trish just stopped in mid-sentence. "Oh shit! Oh shit! My mum's going to kill me! Nobody was going to know, well not now! Oh no! Please, Professor Snape, don't tell anyone-"
Snape smirked to himself. "Don't worry, Trish, I already figured it out. But your secret's safe with me. But I would be more worried about what he would do." Snape pointed to someone behind her. Trish whipped around to see James there, standing with his mouth open.
"Trish, all this time! You've been lying to me about my dad's best friend in the whole world other then Uncle Ron! How could you? I would have keep my mouth shut too, you know-"
"Then keep it shut now, James, please!"
"No! It's no wonder you're in Slytherin. You lie all the time!" And with that, James went running back to the Hospital Wing in search of his father, the one and only Harry Potter.
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"Mum, is dad up?" James said, huffing as he flew in the Hospital Wing.
"Yes, dear, he just got up."
"Good," James said, running to his father's side.
"James, what's wrong with you?" he asked, sitting up in the bed.
"Dad, Hermione Granger lives!"
"James, stop it."
"No, she is alive! She's right beside you!" Harry looked toward his left to see his wife Ginny and his daughters, Lily and Hermione.
"She's Ginny?" Harry said confused.
"No, she's K-"
"JAMES, SHUT UP!" Trish yelled, running full-blast and tackling James down on the floor. She stared punching James and kicking while she screamed, "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP ABOUT HERMIONE GRANGER! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?" Trish punched him in the eye.
"That's it! 50 points from Slytherin!" said a voice, the person occupying it walking in the hospital door.
"Draco!" Trish yelled! "I'm in your house!"
"Still doesn't matter!" Draco said picking Trish off of James. "And you know better tan to call me 'Draco'. I'm Professor Malfoy. Now what's going on?"
"He was going to tell who H.G. is!"
"Who?" Draco (or was it Professor Malfoy?) raised an eyebrow.
"Bloody hell, James!" Trish said, trying to get away from Draco while Madam Moscovitz (the new nurse in the Hospital Wing) helped him up and started to help him onto a bed.
"Draco, it's not Trish's fault. It's mine," said a voice coming from the right.
"Kelly, what do you know about Hermione?" Harry craned his neck forward, staring at his best friend, although he didn't know it at the time.
"More than you would ever know," Kelly said, getting up from her bed, "because I'm Hermione Granger, and if you don't believe me, I have all the proof in the world."