To all. I do understand that I have no knowledge of the 6th year, of course neither do most of us. so I'm mostly going off what is in a pattern for me so far.
With any luck you'll enjoy it…wishful thinking
Harry as well as the other Gryiffindors and Slytherins entered in for their first day in their seventh year for the Defense Against the Dark Arts. Much like the usual set of teachers that have left after one year of hosting their "show", after their seemingly "one year 'till retirement" each of them packed off and left. To each student present throughout the entire seventh to third years knew this well and were hoping to keep the tradition going.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron all sat together on the single long desk as they had over the past six years. A few rows back were their apparent rivals throughout the year, who have been proven to serve under He-who-must-not-be-named. Each of them, except the Slytherins, was waiting to see their new Dark Arts teacher, in action.
From above on the small balcony and stairs came forth from the darkness a man. He had long brown locks of hair that came down easily to his shoulders. He wore a blue robe over his casual blue plaid flannel pants and white T-shirt. His blue eyed gaze shot forth at every student in the glass. Apparently, blue was the color of the day. "Good day class." The man said, gazing at them all, yet not with a smile on his face, but an aura of happiness. "As you may have known from the Great Hall these past few days, my name is Sir Iceus. Now, I will soon be accustomed to the soon Professor Iceus soon, but we must get into the habit of that in a matter of days by taking the single step. Speaking of long talks, is Professor Trelawney still here?"
The students gave a small laugh, knowing full well that Professor Trelawney was the Divinations teacher that told everyone, every year that they had some grim punishment or death awaiting them around the corner.
Professor Iceus stepped down the stairs to the Students level; each time he took one stair a second hit on the stone was heard. A tripod, Hermione guessed. Whatever their guesses may have been, each of them were wrong. It was discovered that he held in his right hand a black cane, which Professor Iceus slightly leaned on, as he walked.
"I see you have noticed my cane. Well, it does two things for me; the first is to help me get around this confounded school of yours. And the second-" Professor Iceus stopped as he saw Draco Malfoy talking with his two other companions Crabbe and Goyle. Iceus started again. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure your father would know the second reason for this cane of mine that you so humbly noticed."
The children seemed bewildered. Malfoy was almost as silent as a hummingbird's wings, yet the Professor still heard him? How could this be?
Malfoy replied with everyone's eyes watching him, in suspense at what he was going to answer. He spoke up, very inarticulately.
"Uh- Sir…Professor. The second reason…Well…. I-I cannot think of another one unless you were to use it on Ms. Granger."
The class looked both at Hermione and Malfoy. This sexual joke led to the entire class speaking from their lips the same noise and sounds that were present after a firework show.
Professor Iceus held a small grin on his face, and began walking with his slight limp toward malfoy's table. For the longest time, after Professor Iceus had stopped before Malfoy, there seemed to be a staring contest between the two.
Then, Professor Iceus spoke. "Three hundred points from Slytherin." He said, then beginning to walk back to the front of the class once again. Malfoy was at shock at what had happened. It was a contest to win glory and greatness, the house cup was a high honor. Malfoy stood up in his chair and pointed to Professor Iceus. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S UNFAIR!"
Professor Iceus turned about, then replied. "You know you are absolutely right. Three hundred thousand points from Slytherin." Malfoy couldn't believe his ears, had he heard him right. Three hundred thousand points? They would have to get at least a hundred points to them each lesson if they were to be in the low negatives. Small noises came from Malfoy's throat, it seemed he was unable to speak.
"Oh yes, and Mr. Malfoy. Don't go insulting people who are twice the woman you are." Iceus concluded.
Again the student whole looked at Malfoy, as he slumped down in his chair, unable to hold in the greatness of what had just happened before him. Hermione smiled at Iceus, though his back was still turned to them. She whispered a soft, sweet, thank you to him.
"Now. What is my second use for this cane of mine?" Iceus asked, beginning to turn around.
Hermione swiftly raised her hand, whereas Draco decided it would be better to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the day. For the week perhaps.
Professor Iceus looked to Hermione, and smirked. "Yes?" he asked pointing to her. Hermione lowered her hand and proceeded with her clever answer that she was always prepared for.
"Your cane is used for your wand as well, I do believe." The other students were bewildered, they looked at her and whispered to one another "what?" "That can't be!" and many other assortments of new thoughts that it couldn't possibly be the right answer.
"Right you are. Ten points to Gryffindor. She is absolutely correct. One last question before I dismiss this class because Mr. Malfoy had taken so much time out of discussing what is to come of this class in the not to distant future. My last question is: What am I?-oh and Ms. Granger you are welcome, and let some of the lesser students answer this one."
Hermione was bewildered like the rest of the class, what had she said to Professor Iceus? No one had heard her, and no one was allowed to talk to the teachers before school had actually begun.
Harry raised his hand, confident that he knew the answer well. A few other hands raised high into the air. Professor Iceus, looked at all of them and then pointed to Crabbe, beside Malfoy.
"Yes?"
"A vampire?"
Professor Iceus sighed, "No." then he pointed to another, to Ron this time.
"a dwarf?"
Professor Iceus laughed at this, as well as the class did at his answer as well. Ron leaned back in his chair, looking down. He wasn't trying to be funny.
"No. Now I shall give you all a good hint. I am two things."
Many hands went down. Harry's still stood high in the air, as well as two other students. Professor Iceus looked at Harry and pointed to him.
"Yes? Mr. Potter?"
"You are an- Elf?" he asked.
"Number one is right, good job, lad. Alright, the second one may be for the Slytherin side of this group to answer. Mostly because your parents are all-"
Everyone in school knew that most of the Slytherin parents worked for the Lord Voldemort. It was true what most of them were, indeed as dark as some could get. Each hand on the Slytherin side raised their hands, except for three in the back.
"Yes, you there, with all the cat hair." Professor Iceus pointed to Patty. She answered as rudely as she looked, so the answer wasn't all too nice. "You're a freakin' Death Eater!" she screamed at him. Which was uncalled for.
"Yes. You're right. I was one," Professor Iceus looked at the sundial in the side of his classroom. "Ah students, you must be off."