16. Lessons
James's P.O.V
As I slumped down the corridor I saw Albus. I waited for him and together we walked to Defence Against Dark Arts class.
"Albus, do you know when curfew is?" I asked.
"8:00pm I think. But don't hold me to it." Replied Albus.
As we turned the corner and entered the class I saw my dad talking to Professor Zoony.
"Do you realise how much trouble Minvera is in? You dont do you?" Hissed dad.
"Of course I do Harry. And as greater wizard as you should realise there is nothing in this. The prophet lies, Potter. Mcgonagall is fine I assure you." He replied.
"And how would you know?" Snapped my dad.
"well, what are you implying has happened?" Smirked Zoony.
"I'm not going to play your stupid games Zoony. You know as well as I do someone is out there. Voldemort or not, someone wants people dead. And that someone knows exactly how to play games." Whispered my father. "Funny enough they sound like you, however ill give you the benefit of the dbout. Your class is outside by way."
And with that Harry exited the room, robes billowing behind him.
