HELLO! This is my first ever fan fiction I have posted here so PLEASE
REVIEW! Thanks to HiBob (your stories rock) who inspired me yeah!
Disclaimer: You know the deal, characters etc are owed by JK Rowling. (all praise be to her). I suppose the plot is mine, though! Seeing as I wrote it and all. And all characters you don't recognize are mine too. Counts for whole story!
The famous three (namely Ron, Hermione and Harry) were all wondering who the new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher was. There had not been a new teacher at the feast and no-one they knew had had Defence Against The Dark Arts yet.
'I wonder what kind of psycho this one's going to be?' Ron asked Harry and Hermione, absentmindedly stroking the mouse on his desk.
'Psycho?' Hermione said stuffily.
'Well, you have to admit there has been a history of weird freaky teachers in that department' whispered Harry, in case Professor Flitwick noticed he wasn't working especially hard on mastering a charm to make a mouse sing; Seamus' mouse was stumbling over 'twinkle twinkle little star' with a bit of a lisp, Hermione's was of course reciting various parts of La Bohéme so perfectly that it could pass as a world class opera singer but Neville' mouse lay asleep while Dean, who was partnering him struggled to stop singing the Hogwarts School Song.
'I mean,' Harry continued, as Flitwick rushed off to help Dean, 'One was sharing his soul with Voldemort, the next was a fraud whose only talent was memory charms and taking credit for other people, third, a werewolf, and last a murderer who helped Voldemort return!'
Ron flinched at these last words and then turned to Hermione 'He's right, you know - I bet this one turns out to be descended from the giant squid-'
'-or he could be a horned demon' chimed in Seamus
'-maybe a blood-sucking vampire'
'-or an alien'
'or Snape!'
'All right all right! He could be any of those things but much more likely he's a perfectly ordinary teacher - a HUMAN teacher!' Hermione hissed at the boy's grins.
As the Gryffindors lined up outside Defence Against The Dark Arts that afternoon Ron, Harry and Seamus were still cracking jokes about the new teacher (Dean was in the hospital wing now spouting 'I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves...') and Hermione was getting very annoyed.
'Go on then Her-my-own,' giggled Seamus, look round the door and see if it's the creature from the purple lagoon on the moon of Xiron, from somewhere in the galaxy of Ungabooma, a million light years away.' followed by screams of laughter from Ron and Harry.
Hermione stuck her nose in the air and marched into the classroom. The rest of the class filed into the class, Hermione was sitting upright in a desk right at the front and the three boys, still laughing, sulked to the back of the class and sat down. There was a general hum of chatter in the room, and then She walked in.
Wow.
All the boys' heads in the class snapped up, their eyes following slinking across the room. There was silence and a very tense atmosphere as she sat down on the desk and looked slowly round at them all.
'Wow.' thought Harry. 'She's beautiful.'
She was tall, about 6 feet, with long, wavy, silky black hair streaked with blue and silver. Her large shining blue eyes seemed to light up with interest as she scanned the room. Her lips were a sparkly black to match her hair. She was wearing a black strappy top with a picture of the lead singer of The Weird Sisters on it, but over this she wore a long dark purple net top with spider web patterns, the sleeves were flared and long, and as she lifted her arm to brush her hair out of her magnificent eyes they fell down to reveal a black tattoo, encircling her wrist. A plain black skirt covered her long legs with a long spilt up the side, revealing pink and purple tights and violently red knee-high boots.
She smiled, pulled out her wand and said calmly 'my name is Penny Morgana, your new teacher, welcome to my class. Will you please look this way...' * *
As the class filed out of the room there was very little talking. Hermione was saying something about the interesting lesson they had just had but Harry and Ron found themselves adding a 'yeah' and an 'um, I know' here and there so she would think they were listening. Harry saw Cho passing on the stairs and felt the blood rising to his face. She turned round an saw him, waved and said 'Hi Harry!'
Harry choked over his response a little bit. 'Hi Cho, how are you?' Cho had been hit very hard with the loss of Cedric. He had done that. Did she blame him? She should, she probably wanted to shout at him. Harry saw Ron smirking out of the corner of his eye but he didn't care.
'Well, you know, coping.' Cho smiled nervously. 'I, well, I was thinking, do you want to come play Quidditch sometime? It's just that my friends and I are a few people short, and Quidditch season doesn't start for ages.' She had gone quite red while she was saying this, which Harry was surprised about. 'Yeah, that'd be great, um, can Ron play?' Cho looked very relieved, and smiled her lovely smile. 'Ok great! How about tomorrow afternoon?' 'Cool, see you tomorrow!' 'Bye!' called Cho as she walked off to dinner with her friends. Harry felt very light all of a sudden. He looked at Ron, and it seemed he was watching him through a telescope, a small dot in the distance. The dot seemed to be saying something - 'Whhhy - diiiiid - yoouuuu' Harry pulled himself back into reality, while Ron was speaking. 'Why did you ask if I could play?' 'I need someone to go with, I don't know any of Cho's friends!' 'Yeah, but I'll probably make a fool of myself.' 'Shut up Ron! I need you to come! Where's Hermione gone?'
They met Hermione in the Great Hall, eating dinner by herself, looking very depressed. Harry had noticed she had been pretty low since the start of term, but he hadn't found out why. George and Fred ran into the hall, laughing loudly as Filch's voice echoed from the corridor. They walked over to the Gryffindors table and sat down next to Hermione, followed by Harry and Ron. 'Hey Harry, want to come and play Quidditch tomorrow? There's a big friendly match against some Ravenclaws. not teams, invitation.' Fred blurted out with a mouthful of mashed potato. 'Um, Cho already asked. Ron's coming too.' 'Excellent! Now we have enough.' George said enthusiastically. 'I can't wait. I've been deprived of Quidditch for a whole year. sniff.' 'Great I'll just be doing my homework on my own then.' Hermione muttered gloomily. 'Fun life I lead.' 'Mum says I might be getting a new broom for Christmas, Harry, a really cool one, maybe a Eagle Wing 2!' Ron said proudly, totally ignoring Hermione. 'Cool!' exclaimed Harry, glad that Ron was getting something good, he felt very bad for the Weasleys, because although very nice they are extremely poor. 'Yeah, Dad got a bonus for some reason.' 'That's nothing, Ron,' Fred boasted 'When we get Weasley's Wizard Wheezes up and running properly-ugh!' George had elbowed Fred very hard in the ribs. 'I've got an excellent idea for the Dursley's Christmas present - George, do you have many canary creams left?' 'I don't think-' began Hermione, only to be interrupted by George. 'As many as you want, Harry, in fact, Fred and I have recently come up with a new invention-' Hermione standing up and striding out of the Hall with a muffled sob cut off George. 'What's wrong with her?' He asked bewilderedly.
What do you think? Please review I don't mind criticism
Disclaimer: You know the deal, characters etc are owed by JK Rowling. (all praise be to her). I suppose the plot is mine, though! Seeing as I wrote it and all. And all characters you don't recognize are mine too. Counts for whole story!
The famous three (namely Ron, Hermione and Harry) were all wondering who the new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher was. There had not been a new teacher at the feast and no-one they knew had had Defence Against The Dark Arts yet.
'I wonder what kind of psycho this one's going to be?' Ron asked Harry and Hermione, absentmindedly stroking the mouse on his desk.
'Psycho?' Hermione said stuffily.
'Well, you have to admit there has been a history of weird freaky teachers in that department' whispered Harry, in case Professor Flitwick noticed he wasn't working especially hard on mastering a charm to make a mouse sing; Seamus' mouse was stumbling over 'twinkle twinkle little star' with a bit of a lisp, Hermione's was of course reciting various parts of La Bohéme so perfectly that it could pass as a world class opera singer but Neville' mouse lay asleep while Dean, who was partnering him struggled to stop singing the Hogwarts School Song.
'I mean,' Harry continued, as Flitwick rushed off to help Dean, 'One was sharing his soul with Voldemort, the next was a fraud whose only talent was memory charms and taking credit for other people, third, a werewolf, and last a murderer who helped Voldemort return!'
Ron flinched at these last words and then turned to Hermione 'He's right, you know - I bet this one turns out to be descended from the giant squid-'
'-or he could be a horned demon' chimed in Seamus
'-maybe a blood-sucking vampire'
'-or an alien'
'or Snape!'
'All right all right! He could be any of those things but much more likely he's a perfectly ordinary teacher - a HUMAN teacher!' Hermione hissed at the boy's grins.
As the Gryffindors lined up outside Defence Against The Dark Arts that afternoon Ron, Harry and Seamus were still cracking jokes about the new teacher (Dean was in the hospital wing now spouting 'I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves...') and Hermione was getting very annoyed.
'Go on then Her-my-own,' giggled Seamus, look round the door and see if it's the creature from the purple lagoon on the moon of Xiron, from somewhere in the galaxy of Ungabooma, a million light years away.' followed by screams of laughter from Ron and Harry.
Hermione stuck her nose in the air and marched into the classroom. The rest of the class filed into the class, Hermione was sitting upright in a desk right at the front and the three boys, still laughing, sulked to the back of the class and sat down. There was a general hum of chatter in the room, and then She walked in.
Wow.
All the boys' heads in the class snapped up, their eyes following slinking across the room. There was silence and a very tense atmosphere as she sat down on the desk and looked slowly round at them all.
'Wow.' thought Harry. 'She's beautiful.'
She was tall, about 6 feet, with long, wavy, silky black hair streaked with blue and silver. Her large shining blue eyes seemed to light up with interest as she scanned the room. Her lips were a sparkly black to match her hair. She was wearing a black strappy top with a picture of the lead singer of The Weird Sisters on it, but over this she wore a long dark purple net top with spider web patterns, the sleeves were flared and long, and as she lifted her arm to brush her hair out of her magnificent eyes they fell down to reveal a black tattoo, encircling her wrist. A plain black skirt covered her long legs with a long spilt up the side, revealing pink and purple tights and violently red knee-high boots.
She smiled, pulled out her wand and said calmly 'my name is Penny Morgana, your new teacher, welcome to my class. Will you please look this way...' * *
As the class filed out of the room there was very little talking. Hermione was saying something about the interesting lesson they had just had but Harry and Ron found themselves adding a 'yeah' and an 'um, I know' here and there so she would think they were listening. Harry saw Cho passing on the stairs and felt the blood rising to his face. She turned round an saw him, waved and said 'Hi Harry!'
Harry choked over his response a little bit. 'Hi Cho, how are you?' Cho had been hit very hard with the loss of Cedric. He had done that. Did she blame him? She should, she probably wanted to shout at him. Harry saw Ron smirking out of the corner of his eye but he didn't care.
'Well, you know, coping.' Cho smiled nervously. 'I, well, I was thinking, do you want to come play Quidditch sometime? It's just that my friends and I are a few people short, and Quidditch season doesn't start for ages.' She had gone quite red while she was saying this, which Harry was surprised about. 'Yeah, that'd be great, um, can Ron play?' Cho looked very relieved, and smiled her lovely smile. 'Ok great! How about tomorrow afternoon?' 'Cool, see you tomorrow!' 'Bye!' called Cho as she walked off to dinner with her friends. Harry felt very light all of a sudden. He looked at Ron, and it seemed he was watching him through a telescope, a small dot in the distance. The dot seemed to be saying something - 'Whhhy - diiiiid - yoouuuu' Harry pulled himself back into reality, while Ron was speaking. 'Why did you ask if I could play?' 'I need someone to go with, I don't know any of Cho's friends!' 'Yeah, but I'll probably make a fool of myself.' 'Shut up Ron! I need you to come! Where's Hermione gone?'
They met Hermione in the Great Hall, eating dinner by herself, looking very depressed. Harry had noticed she had been pretty low since the start of term, but he hadn't found out why. George and Fred ran into the hall, laughing loudly as Filch's voice echoed from the corridor. They walked over to the Gryffindors table and sat down next to Hermione, followed by Harry and Ron. 'Hey Harry, want to come and play Quidditch tomorrow? There's a big friendly match against some Ravenclaws. not teams, invitation.' Fred blurted out with a mouthful of mashed potato. 'Um, Cho already asked. Ron's coming too.' 'Excellent! Now we have enough.' George said enthusiastically. 'I can't wait. I've been deprived of Quidditch for a whole year. sniff.' 'Great I'll just be doing my homework on my own then.' Hermione muttered gloomily. 'Fun life I lead.' 'Mum says I might be getting a new broom for Christmas, Harry, a really cool one, maybe a Eagle Wing 2!' Ron said proudly, totally ignoring Hermione. 'Cool!' exclaimed Harry, glad that Ron was getting something good, he felt very bad for the Weasleys, because although very nice they are extremely poor. 'Yeah, Dad got a bonus for some reason.' 'That's nothing, Ron,' Fred boasted 'When we get Weasley's Wizard Wheezes up and running properly-ugh!' George had elbowed Fred very hard in the ribs. 'I've got an excellent idea for the Dursley's Christmas present - George, do you have many canary creams left?' 'I don't think-' began Hermione, only to be interrupted by George. 'As many as you want, Harry, in fact, Fred and I have recently come up with a new invention-' Hermione standing up and striding out of the Hall with a muffled sob cut off George. 'What's wrong with her?' He asked bewilderedly.
What do you think? Please review I don't mind criticism