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It was not unusual to see a teacher on board the Hogwarts Express at the start of the year. It was not unusual also to see that teacher conversing with the students around them. However, it was unusual for that teacher to be the same age as the students they were talking to.
These were the exact thoughts that went through the mind of Harry Potter as Luna introduced himself, Hermione and Ron to the latest addition to the Hogwarts staff.
"Harry, Hermione, Ron, this is Professor Morgan," Luna explained in her usual airy manner.
"Please, call me Evelyn," The Professor insisted, smiling politely. She had short, spikey red hair and was wearing a long blue dress that looked as though it belonged in the french renaissance.
"And Prof-"
"Please, Evelyn will do."
"Sorry, Evelyn, this is Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley," Luna continued, gesturing to each of them in turn.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Evelyn said, still not seeming to recognize Harry; after all, most people did these days. The three smiled back at Evelyn, as Harry began to realize that she looked uncannily like Luna. He was beginning to wonder if they were related and was about to ask when his train of thought was interrupted by the compartment door opening.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" A familiar voice asked. Harry looked up to see the scarred face of Remus Lupin.
"Oh, sure, of course," Evelyn said, shuffling toward the window to make room. "You're obviously a professor, and I hate to be so blunt, but have you taught at Hogwarts before?"
"Yes, I have actually, three years ago."
"I see. And the students aren't hard to deal with?"
"No, not really," He replied, curiosity seeping into his features. "I'm sorry, have I seen you before?"
"No, I don't think so... Oh!" She exclaimed, obviously realizing something she had missed. "I haven't introduced myself, I'm sorry! My name is Evelyn Morgan, I'm teaching Wandless Magic this year."
"Wandless Magic, eh? Well, my name is Remus Lupin, I'm teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. And aren't you a little young to be teaching?"
"Me? Oh, no, well- I mean yes, but I have an exemption from the Ministry. I finished seventh-year at Beuxbatons at the age of twelve, so I guess I got a head start."
"Wow, that's great," He complemented her, looking thoroughly impressed. "I'm sure we'll get on well."
"How are you Harry?" Luna asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, uh... fine. How are you?"
"I'm quite well thank you. And how are you, Ron and Hermione?"
"Uh, we're great, thanks," Ron said awkwardly, as the loudspeaker came on.
"Attention passengers, we will be arriving at Hogsmeade Station within the hour."
"Well, I'd best be leaving, I have a meeting with Albus shortly," Evelyn stated, taking her bags from above her. "It's been a pleasure meeting you all." She curtsied to them all, picking her bags up and hurrying out of the compartment
Later that evening, Albus Dumbledore stood, looking over the students in the Great Hall. Sorting had finished, and everyone was waiting impatiently for dinner. Upon noticing his presence, the students turned to look at him, and the Hall fell silent.
"Thank you and welcome everyone to a new year at Hogwarts! I trust that you all arrived safely, and are prepared for your classes which will start tomorrow. On that subject I would like to welcome back Professor Lupin, who will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I would like to welcome the latest addition to our staff, Professor Morgan-" But he was interrupted as she stood and whispered something in his ear, then sat down again. "Sorry, she insists that we all call her Evelyn, who will be teaching a new and compulsory subject, Wandless Magic. All students will see their timetables will have been adapted to fit in this new part of the curriculum. Now, as you all know very well, the Forbidden Forest that surrounds the school is exactly as it's name suggests; it is forbidden to all students. Also! As you well know now, Lord Voldemort has risen once again, so all students travelling to and from Hogsmeade will be searched upon entrance or exit, and will have a teacher to escort them. I see nothing else that needs mentioning, so, bon appetit!"
And with that, the plates filled with food and everyone began to eat.
It had been a long night. Once again, Harry had been plagued by nightmares, images of Voldemort torturing countless innocent people, even his own death eaters, who of course, weren't so innocent. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought. After he had gotten dressed, he checked his timetable and made his way down to the common room, where Hermione and Ron were waiting.
"We have Wandless Magic first, and Defense Against the Dark Arts after," Hermione recited. "I can't wait to see what the new subject offers, and having Professor Lupin teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts will be a relief after Umbridge!" She added enthusiastically. She turned to Harry after not receiving a response. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Uh, wha- Oh, yeah. I'm fine."
"You sure, mate?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I'm great. Let's go get breakfast, eh?"
Evelyn Morgan sat in her sky-blue classroom, absent-mindedly sending wisps of blue and white smoke drifting across the room while gazing out the window, lost in thought. It was in this state that Remus Lupin found her.
"Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"Sorry?"
"Breakfast?"
"Oh, no. I'm not hungry."
"Is something wrong?"
"Wrong? No, I'm fine. Just thinking."
"Alright. I'll be in the Great Hall if you need me."
"Okay. And... thank you, Remus."
"No problem."
And with that, he left and Evelyn went back to her thoughts, remembering her dream last night.
"You must kill Albus Dumbledore, Draco," Voldemort hissed, caressing the cheek of the boy. But despite this, his mind was not filled with love, or caring, no, he felt only satisfied with the punishment of the Malfoy family. They were never true death eaters, only tagging along because it seemed that he, Voldemort would win. Well, they got one thing right, at least. But it meant nothing. They were not faithful to the cause, and so they would be punished. He smiled at that thought. It was extremely unusual for him to smile, and so he used this moment to his advantage. As he looked upon his death eaters, he gave them the warmest, most welcoming smile he could muster, before shrieking at them;
"CRUCIO!"
He laughed as they screamed and cried and begged, it was a laugh of pure insanity, but a laugh none the less. As he lifted the curse, he strode from the room, listening in satisfaction to the muffled sobs behind him.
Evelyn shuddered, and the smoke dissapeared. Then the bell rung.
She sat at her desk, head in her hands as the students organised themselves outside. She quickly composed herself, standing up and striding to the door. As she opened it she was greeted with the unfortunately familiar face of Draco Malfoy. The memory sent shivers down her spine. She shook her head and smiled, ushering the students inside.
Once at the front of the classroom, she cleared her throat. She saw one of the students, probably Neville Longbottom, turn green, as Harry, Ron and Hermione scowled.
"Oh! Terribly sorry, I must sound like Dolores Umbridge, what with the throat clearing. I've heard of her little... incident... here at Hogwarts. It just so happens I woke up with a cold."
Harry laughed, and Evelyn smiled, glad that at least one of her students was happy.
"Anyway, for this class you won't be needing any books, or your wands for that matter. I can recommend some extra reading though, if you wish."
She saw Hermione's face light up.
"I have very few rules for this class, the first is that I expect you all to behave like adults. If you behave like adults I will treat you like adults. That means no fighting, no sabotaging others' work, be respectful and basically treat everyone as if they are your adorable younger sibling. Stand up for them, treat them as your equal, be kind, help them out, that sort of thing. Any questions about that rule?"
Ron raised his hand.
"Yes Ron?"
He looked a bit bewildered at the fact that she already knew his name.
"Uh, well, with the Gryffindors and the Slytherins there's-"
"I am quite aware of the situation between your house and Slytherin, Ron, and my second rule is that you leave all inter-house rivalry at the door, and the same goes for any bad attitudes. And yes, that means you, Pansy."
Pansy, too, looked shocked. Evelyn was having fun with this.
"My third rule is that everyone is to be on a first name basis. I don't like this 'Mister and Miss' buisness. It makes you sound like you're all from the Aristocracy of the French Renaissance. My fourth rule is that under no circumstances is there to be any teacher-appointed homework. If you want to succeed in this class, you will push yourself to strive for excellence. My fifth rule is that we are to learn from our mistakes. That means that there will be no badgering, teasing or other forms of harrassment about any mistakes made in this class. Remember this; it is your attitude, not your aptitude, that determines your altitude!* And my sixth and final rule is that there is to be no wand magic in this class, at all. If I find anyone using their wands I will confiscate them and you will suffer in all your other lessons."
Draco Malfoy's previously unattentive head shot up in concern.
"What? No wands? That's madness!"
"No, Draco it isn't madness. This subject is called Wandless Magic for a reason."
"But you can't-"
"Can't what? Can't see past your own small mindedness?"
He sighed in resignation and put his head in his hands, a mirror image of what Evelyn had been doing moments earlier.
"Alright, if there are no more questions, we'll get straight into teaching. I hope to make this your favourite subject by the end of the week, Draco."
Evelyn waved her hand, and hundreds of tiny balls of various shades of blue and white light filled the air, like tiny fireflies floating on the air. All the students gasped and Draco looked up in awe.
"Can't perform magic without a wand, eh? Doesn't look so impossible now, and this is the most basic spell you'll be taught!"
Immediately Hermione started imitating her.
"Very good Hermione! Now if everyone could copy me, just wave your hand like this."
She slowly swept her right hand left to right, before flicking it, and more lights exploded from her fingers. She watched as the others attempted to do the same, to no avail. Hermione looked frustrated.
"Don't worry, there's more to it than just waving your hand. Now, could you stop what you're doing and step away from your desks, please?
The others stood up and pushed their chairs in. Evelyn waved her hand and the desks and chairs stacked themselves against the wall. She waved her hand again and some of the panels on the wall opened to reveal cupboards filled with fluffy blue cushions, the fabric of which was identical to the carpet. The cushions flew out, each one throwing itself at a student, whom caught the soft blue shapes just before it hit them in the face, even Neville.
"I want you to sit on these cushions on the floor, and close your eyes."
They sat, and Evelyn stepped toward them.
"I want you to ignore any outer sensations, other than my voice. Focus on what lies within. You are meditating in a sense, concentrating on the energy within your body, the magic spark that lies untapped within your soul. Can you feel it?"
Nobody moved, nobody spoke.
"You aren't looking hard enough. Can you feel that little separate part of yourself, hidden beneath layers of thought, lying dormant, gently brushing against your conciousness? It's tiny, but it's there, just a tiny little part of yourself that's always been there, operating unnoticed by you. Can you feel it?"
After a few moments Hermione let out a gasp and waved her hand as she had practiced before, and tiny bright orange dots flew from her fingers. Heads shot up around the classroom, staring at Hermione in awe. Seconds later they went out, and her excitement faded.
"I lost it! It was right there but I lost it!" She exclaimed, disappointed.
"I see. I hadn't considered this. You aren't as young as some of the other students, so you're more used to being out of contact with your sv'liryh. What shall I do?" Evelyn wondered to herself as she paced up and down the room. Every eye in the classroom was following her as the walked. Slowly Draco raised his hand.
"You could, uh, maybe teach us individually?"
"Are you kidding, Malfoy? That would take all year just to teach us the basics!" Ron exclaimed.
"First name basis, Ronald! Do not leave ideas unconsidered just because of prejudice! For all you know he may one day suggest the idea that saves your life!"
"You know, Evelyn's right. These fights are getting old," Hermione sighed, looking between Ron, Harry and Draco.
"Surprisingly, I agree," Draco mused, raising a sculpted eyebrow at Ron.
"Well, this is wonderful, but would be better discussed outside of class time. Now, I may use your idea, Draco, but these tutorials would be both inside and outside of class. Hermione, Ron and Harry, you'll be first, come to my office after dinner tonight. For now, we'll go back to the theoretical side of wandless magic, and the rules that surround it. I think for this lesson we'll go without desks, just to get you used to it."
Sv'liryh is a random word I made up, it sounds cool, you say it "SS-vel-EE-rah". See? It's awesome. I made up a word. I made up another word too, but it's not as awesome, and not included in this story. It's Enbahangingorgen, said "EN-bah-HANG-gen-GOR-gen". ("Gen" is said like "Ken" not "Jen"). I made it up four years ago. No wonder it sucks. R&R!
*Quote from Zig Ziglar. I love it!