Change Is.Different
Disclaimer: Perhaps, if you have just been raised form the dead, like a certain Dark Lord, you won't know that Harry Potter is the brain-child of JK Rowling, and not to people like me.
Chapter One: Unpromising Beginnings
"Ah, Miss Kaelar, day-dreaming AGAIN.Well, as much as it grieves me to give you yet another detention, it appears I must. Surely, a pupil of your great age would know better?... Miss Kaelar?"
The shouts of an angry Professor McGonagall jolted me out of my idyllic reverie. "What? Did you say something, 'great Professor'?"
McGonagall looked livid. Firstly, I had ignored her, which was a foreign concept because her students all adored or feared her, and secondly, I was being rude (see above reasons). "Kaelar, special circumstances or no, you are my student and I will tolerate no disrespect. I am increasing your detention to a full week!"
"So?" I queried. I was bored (hated Transfiguration with a passion), and I was sick of this harpy badgering me.
"That's it!" she exploded, "We're going to see the Headmaster!"
"Fine with me," I said as I picked up my belongings from the old bat's classroom. "I'll lead the way. After all, I've seen it enough times to know where it is. Tell Albus I like my tea with one sugar."
"Ahhhh!" She looked ready to explode as she called Madame Pince to substitute 2nd year Transfiguration. All the cheeky little Gryffindors, especially the know-it-all Granger, glared at me as I went to leave, but my fellow Slytherins looked proud. Malfoy, in particular, looked like Christmas had come early. Really early, seeing as we were only a month into the school year.
"Now, come with me Kaelar," McGonagall barked. This was a bit ironic because she was still in the class and I was half way down the hall. As a last-minute afterthought, she called, "Potter! Malfoy! Come along so the Headmaster can hear your sides to support my case against this girl."
"You mean WOMAN!" I called over my shoulder. "In case you didn't realise it, I'm twenty-nine years old."
"You ought to be expelled and you will if I get my way!" McGonagall shrieked.
"Whatever," I said and continued sauntering towards Dumbledore's office.
When we arrived, I found both Snape and Dumbledore waiting. Dumbledore was, as usual, drinking tea and sucking on lemon drops, and Snape was being himself. You know, the vampire persona? Glowering and scowling while wearing those ridiculous black frock coats. Someone seriously needed to tell this man it was no longer 1850.
"So, Minerva, what has she done THIS time?" queried Dumbledore, eyes glimmering over his half-moon glasses.
My anger boiled over at this point, and I started hurling curses in Gaelic, my parent's mother tongue. I didn't use any overly rude terms, but calling someone a Foemori (ugly water demon) isn't exactly complimentary.
Snape seemed to find my little outburst amusing. "So, it appears that the newest addition to Slytherin House is blooming nicely," he commented.
Dumbledore looked like he was trying to restrain his chuckles in deference to McGonagall. He was not exactly succeeding, but I supposed that was trying. "Harry, why don't YOU tell us what happened in Professor McGonagall's class."
Harry looked a little nervous about testifying against a Slytherin in front of Snape, but he managed to spew out some words. "Well sir, Professor McGonagall asked Aerin a question and she wasn't listening, so McGonagall said 'detention' and Aerin said 'whatever'."
I had to butt in at this point, because my pride was feeling a little bruised. "Excuse me, little boy, but my name is Professor Kaelar to you. I spent 25 years of my life in various levels of school for that degree and I expect children to USE MY TITLE!"
Harry's complexion had paled and he looked like he wanted to leave. "Sorry," he mumbled, "Point taken."
"Harry," Dumbledore kindly said, "If you want to leave now, you can."
"Thanks," he said and ran.
Snape looked sour, as usual. "Draco, what's your side to Minerva's fiasco?"
Draco preened his perfectly slicked-back hair before starting into the biggest suck-up story ever. "Well Professor, this is what happened. Professor McGonagall threw a screaming fit when Professor Kaelar didn't answer her question immediately. Professor Kaelar then raised her eyebrow and said 'So?' and McGonagall disrupted the class by dragging us to the Headmaster's office."
I felt the need to correct something here. "Draco, my lad, as you are part of my house, or whatever they call them here, you may call me Aerin."
"Thank you, Aerin," the little blonde weasel said with a mock bow.
Meanwhile, Snape had been sitting in his wingback chair with a delighted expression on his face. "So Minerva," he called as he exited the office with the blonde weasel in tow, "I'm so sorry to hear that your great age has finally made you irrational!"
A/N: I know Malfoy gets turned into a ferret in book four, but for circumstances I've yet to explain Aerin is a new student and this wouldn't have happened yet anyway, so she just thinks he looks like a weasel. Also, I know the second book is long gone, but the way my story takes place there are few Gryffindors appearing, so say these things aren't in the book because they're not about Harry. Also, with the basilisk and all, there would've been better things to think about.
Disclaimer: Perhaps, if you have just been raised form the dead, like a certain Dark Lord, you won't know that Harry Potter is the brain-child of JK Rowling, and not to people like me.
Chapter One: Unpromising Beginnings
"Ah, Miss Kaelar, day-dreaming AGAIN.Well, as much as it grieves me to give you yet another detention, it appears I must. Surely, a pupil of your great age would know better?... Miss Kaelar?"
The shouts of an angry Professor McGonagall jolted me out of my idyllic reverie. "What? Did you say something, 'great Professor'?"
McGonagall looked livid. Firstly, I had ignored her, which was a foreign concept because her students all adored or feared her, and secondly, I was being rude (see above reasons). "Kaelar, special circumstances or no, you are my student and I will tolerate no disrespect. I am increasing your detention to a full week!"
"So?" I queried. I was bored (hated Transfiguration with a passion), and I was sick of this harpy badgering me.
"That's it!" she exploded, "We're going to see the Headmaster!"
"Fine with me," I said as I picked up my belongings from the old bat's classroom. "I'll lead the way. After all, I've seen it enough times to know where it is. Tell Albus I like my tea with one sugar."
"Ahhhh!" She looked ready to explode as she called Madame Pince to substitute 2nd year Transfiguration. All the cheeky little Gryffindors, especially the know-it-all Granger, glared at me as I went to leave, but my fellow Slytherins looked proud. Malfoy, in particular, looked like Christmas had come early. Really early, seeing as we were only a month into the school year.
"Now, come with me Kaelar," McGonagall barked. This was a bit ironic because she was still in the class and I was half way down the hall. As a last-minute afterthought, she called, "Potter! Malfoy! Come along so the Headmaster can hear your sides to support my case against this girl."
"You mean WOMAN!" I called over my shoulder. "In case you didn't realise it, I'm twenty-nine years old."
"You ought to be expelled and you will if I get my way!" McGonagall shrieked.
"Whatever," I said and continued sauntering towards Dumbledore's office.
When we arrived, I found both Snape and Dumbledore waiting. Dumbledore was, as usual, drinking tea and sucking on lemon drops, and Snape was being himself. You know, the vampire persona? Glowering and scowling while wearing those ridiculous black frock coats. Someone seriously needed to tell this man it was no longer 1850.
"So, Minerva, what has she done THIS time?" queried Dumbledore, eyes glimmering over his half-moon glasses.
My anger boiled over at this point, and I started hurling curses in Gaelic, my parent's mother tongue. I didn't use any overly rude terms, but calling someone a Foemori (ugly water demon) isn't exactly complimentary.
Snape seemed to find my little outburst amusing. "So, it appears that the newest addition to Slytherin House is blooming nicely," he commented.
Dumbledore looked like he was trying to restrain his chuckles in deference to McGonagall. He was not exactly succeeding, but I supposed that was trying. "Harry, why don't YOU tell us what happened in Professor McGonagall's class."
Harry looked a little nervous about testifying against a Slytherin in front of Snape, but he managed to spew out some words. "Well sir, Professor McGonagall asked Aerin a question and she wasn't listening, so McGonagall said 'detention' and Aerin said 'whatever'."
I had to butt in at this point, because my pride was feeling a little bruised. "Excuse me, little boy, but my name is Professor Kaelar to you. I spent 25 years of my life in various levels of school for that degree and I expect children to USE MY TITLE!"
Harry's complexion had paled and he looked like he wanted to leave. "Sorry," he mumbled, "Point taken."
"Harry," Dumbledore kindly said, "If you want to leave now, you can."
"Thanks," he said and ran.
Snape looked sour, as usual. "Draco, what's your side to Minerva's fiasco?"
Draco preened his perfectly slicked-back hair before starting into the biggest suck-up story ever. "Well Professor, this is what happened. Professor McGonagall threw a screaming fit when Professor Kaelar didn't answer her question immediately. Professor Kaelar then raised her eyebrow and said 'So?' and McGonagall disrupted the class by dragging us to the Headmaster's office."
I felt the need to correct something here. "Draco, my lad, as you are part of my house, or whatever they call them here, you may call me Aerin."
"Thank you, Aerin," the little blonde weasel said with a mock bow.
Meanwhile, Snape had been sitting in his wingback chair with a delighted expression on his face. "So Minerva," he called as he exited the office with the blonde weasel in tow, "I'm so sorry to hear that your great age has finally made you irrational!"
A/N: I know Malfoy gets turned into a ferret in book four, but for circumstances I've yet to explain Aerin is a new student and this wouldn't have happened yet anyway, so she just thinks he looks like a weasel. Also, I know the second book is long gone, but the way my story takes place there are few Gryffindors appearing, so say these things aren't in the book because they're not about Harry. Also, with the basilisk and all, there would've been better things to think about.