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Blonde girl 88: Thank you, I'm glad you love my story!
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update this story, but my grandmother died and that completely knocked the wind out of me... Once again, I apologize!
Harry Potter and the Priestess of the Past.
Chapter two: Lessons and visions.
"Hurry up, Harry! We're going to be late for defense against the Dark Arts!" Ron rushed out of the dungeons. Harry smiled a little and followed his friend. The thing about Snape not seeming jealous had fogged his mind so much that his Relaxation Potion had exploded. Neville, who had gotten the full blow of it, was still humming lullabies to himself. Ron and Hermione were discussing Hagrid's attitude towards professor Slatyn. Neither of them could understand why he acted so uneasy around her. "Well, guys, there's only one way to find that out, we just ask him during Care of Magical Creatures..." Harry said. "And cause his lesson to be a complete disaster yet again?" Hermione snapped just as Malfoy passed them. "Well said, mudblood, glad you finally realize the truth about that think-headed idiot!" he smirked. "Get the Hell away from me, Malfoy, if you want to live to see another day..." Hermione hissed, her eyes glaring daggers at him. Draco glared back and threateningly spoke: "You dare lay one finger on me and I'll have you locked away in Azkaban forever..." At that point, the door of the classroom opened and professor Slatyn came strolling out. "Are you four coming in or do you want to miss class?" she smiled. Draco gave Hermione one last threatening look and strode into the classroom. Professor Slatyn simply raised both her eyebrows and smiled at the three friends. "Come in..." She walked back into the classroom and waited for them to go inside before closing the door.
"Right, class... I am Professor Slatyn, your new Defense-teacher, and I certainly hope to last longer than one year..." A few students laughed, but she didn't reprimand them. "Now, as I understood from professor Dumbledore, the last teacher wasn't very kind to you and didn't let you practice at all... And I dread to become like her, so if I do, please let me know, okay? Any questions?" Parvati raised her hand. "Yes, Parvati?" professor Slatyn asked. "Professor, if you don't mind me asking, but how old are you?" Parvati blurted out. The rest of the class held their breath in anticipation. "If you insist on knowing, I'm twenty-three..." Draco snickered maliciously. "Yes, Draco? Do you want to share your fun with the rest of us?" Now the Gryffindors laughed quietly. "Just wanted to know, professor, are you pure-blooded?" Draco said coldly. "No, I am not, I am a half-blood witch. Do you have a problem with that?" "Why yes, I do... you see, I do not want to learn anything from a filthy, inexperienced mudblood... If my father had been head of this school, you would have never been accepted..." he said arrogantly. But Professor Slatyn didn'tloose her temper. She just calmly said: "well, than I am glad that your father is not the head of this school... And don't give me that death-glare, Draco, it won't help you..." Suddenly Harry's hand shot into the air. Professor Slatyn smiled. "Yes, Harry?" Harry swallowed a little before he asked: "Professor, why do you call us by our first names?" A few others muttered agreeingly. "Well, to tell you the truth, I find that a little more personal... After all, Harry sounds a lot kinder than mr. Potter, don't you agree?" Harry nodded. "Yes, it does actually..." he smiled. "Right... Any more questions?" No-one moved. "Allright... Let's begin than..."
"That was a great lesson, wasn't it? And the way she made that remark about Draco's father... just fantastic!" Ron grinned. Hermione snickered. "Yes, and how she didn't even flinch at the mention of the word mudblood..." "Yeah, she's cool..." Harry agreed, and than swore. "Oh no! I forgot my book!! I'll catch you at lunch, guys..." "Right, see you than, mate..." Ron said as he and Hermione walked to the Great Hall. Harry turned around and went back into the classroom... but instead of the classroom, he saw a medieval village.
~vision~
"Morning, your Holiness!" Harry spun around, only to see that the man who had spoken, was smiling at a young woman with striking eyes. "Good morning, Raymond... How is your wife?" "Well... she's still not feeling well, your Holiness... I think the medicines didn't help too well..." Her eyes flashed with sorrow. "I'm very sorry to hear that..." The man nodded. "I know, your Holiness, I know you are, but maybe she just needs a little more rest..." The young priestess smiled. "Yes, it is worth a try... We mustn't give up hope yet, Raymond... I believe there is a cure for her illness..." She turned around and looked straight through Harry. His heart skipped a beat or two. Those eyes... His own widened in shock.
~end of vision~
"Harry? Harry..." Harry blinked a few times and looked around. He was in the classroom of Professor Slatyn, who was looking at him worriedly. "Harry, are you okay?" she asked as she looked into his eyes. Harry took a deep breath. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine, professor... I just... I was just daydreaming a little... err... I left my Defense-book here..." He quickly picked up the book. Professor Slatyn nodded. "Yes, I noticed, just as you came in... Well, I'm pretty sure you're hungry, so why don't we walk to lunch together?" she smiled at him. Harry nodded, still feeling a little confused. "Yeah, I'm starving..." he said as he walked to the Great Hall alongside her. Once there, she went up to the teachers table, smiling friendly at Hagrid as she passed by, while Harry joined his friends at the Gryffindor table. "So what took you so long?" Ron loaded Harry's plate with baked potatoes and fried chicken. "Oh, I err... I was daydreaming a little..." Harry said avoidingly. "What about? Ginny, by any chance?" Ron grinned. Harry laughed a little and started eating. He didn't want his best friends to worry about him. He couldn't tell them. Not yet. He averted his eyes and looked towards the teachers table. Professor Slatyn was talking to professor Snape, who seemed rather interested in what she had to say. Harry smiled to himself. Even though he didn't believe Snape could ever love someone, since he had seen how Snape's youth had been, he couldn't blame him. Harry realized he was lucky to have come out of all the trouble as good as he did. Than, Hagrid caught his attention again. He was giving professor Slatyn that look again, that look... Oh, stop it! he firmly said to himself. It couldn't be. It just couldn't... And just as he was starting to think about the whole situation deeper, Ron shouted painfully in his ears. "Harry! We're going to be late for class!!"
A/N: Yes, I know, this chapter was short too, and I am terribly sorry for it. I just couldn't get myself to write anything better or more, so I only can hope it will be better next time. Please review! ^_^
Blonde girl 88: Thank you, I'm glad you love my story!
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update this story, but my grandmother died and that completely knocked the wind out of me... Once again, I apologize!
Harry Potter and the Priestess of the Past.
Chapter two: Lessons and visions.
"Hurry up, Harry! We're going to be late for defense against the Dark Arts!" Ron rushed out of the dungeons. Harry smiled a little and followed his friend. The thing about Snape not seeming jealous had fogged his mind so much that his Relaxation Potion had exploded. Neville, who had gotten the full blow of it, was still humming lullabies to himself. Ron and Hermione were discussing Hagrid's attitude towards professor Slatyn. Neither of them could understand why he acted so uneasy around her. "Well, guys, there's only one way to find that out, we just ask him during Care of Magical Creatures..." Harry said. "And cause his lesson to be a complete disaster yet again?" Hermione snapped just as Malfoy passed them. "Well said, mudblood, glad you finally realize the truth about that think-headed idiot!" he smirked. "Get the Hell away from me, Malfoy, if you want to live to see another day..." Hermione hissed, her eyes glaring daggers at him. Draco glared back and threateningly spoke: "You dare lay one finger on me and I'll have you locked away in Azkaban forever..." At that point, the door of the classroom opened and professor Slatyn came strolling out. "Are you four coming in or do you want to miss class?" she smiled. Draco gave Hermione one last threatening look and strode into the classroom. Professor Slatyn simply raised both her eyebrows and smiled at the three friends. "Come in..." She walked back into the classroom and waited for them to go inside before closing the door.
"Right, class... I am Professor Slatyn, your new Defense-teacher, and I certainly hope to last longer than one year..." A few students laughed, but she didn't reprimand them. "Now, as I understood from professor Dumbledore, the last teacher wasn't very kind to you and didn't let you practice at all... And I dread to become like her, so if I do, please let me know, okay? Any questions?" Parvati raised her hand. "Yes, Parvati?" professor Slatyn asked. "Professor, if you don't mind me asking, but how old are you?" Parvati blurted out. The rest of the class held their breath in anticipation. "If you insist on knowing, I'm twenty-three..." Draco snickered maliciously. "Yes, Draco? Do you want to share your fun with the rest of us?" Now the Gryffindors laughed quietly. "Just wanted to know, professor, are you pure-blooded?" Draco said coldly. "No, I am not, I am a half-blood witch. Do you have a problem with that?" "Why yes, I do... you see, I do not want to learn anything from a filthy, inexperienced mudblood... If my father had been head of this school, you would have never been accepted..." he said arrogantly. But Professor Slatyn didn'tloose her temper. She just calmly said: "well, than I am glad that your father is not the head of this school... And don't give me that death-glare, Draco, it won't help you..." Suddenly Harry's hand shot into the air. Professor Slatyn smiled. "Yes, Harry?" Harry swallowed a little before he asked: "Professor, why do you call us by our first names?" A few others muttered agreeingly. "Well, to tell you the truth, I find that a little more personal... After all, Harry sounds a lot kinder than mr. Potter, don't you agree?" Harry nodded. "Yes, it does actually..." he smiled. "Right... Any more questions?" No-one moved. "Allright... Let's begin than..."
"That was a great lesson, wasn't it? And the way she made that remark about Draco's father... just fantastic!" Ron grinned. Hermione snickered. "Yes, and how she didn't even flinch at the mention of the word mudblood..." "Yeah, she's cool..." Harry agreed, and than swore. "Oh no! I forgot my book!! I'll catch you at lunch, guys..." "Right, see you than, mate..." Ron said as he and Hermione walked to the Great Hall. Harry turned around and went back into the classroom... but instead of the classroom, he saw a medieval village.
~vision~
"Morning, your Holiness!" Harry spun around, only to see that the man who had spoken, was smiling at a young woman with striking eyes. "Good morning, Raymond... How is your wife?" "Well... she's still not feeling well, your Holiness... I think the medicines didn't help too well..." Her eyes flashed with sorrow. "I'm very sorry to hear that..." The man nodded. "I know, your Holiness, I know you are, but maybe she just needs a little more rest..." The young priestess smiled. "Yes, it is worth a try... We mustn't give up hope yet, Raymond... I believe there is a cure for her illness..." She turned around and looked straight through Harry. His heart skipped a beat or two. Those eyes... His own widened in shock.
~end of vision~
"Harry? Harry..." Harry blinked a few times and looked around. He was in the classroom of Professor Slatyn, who was looking at him worriedly. "Harry, are you okay?" she asked as she looked into his eyes. Harry took a deep breath. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine, professor... I just... I was just daydreaming a little... err... I left my Defense-book here..." He quickly picked up the book. Professor Slatyn nodded. "Yes, I noticed, just as you came in... Well, I'm pretty sure you're hungry, so why don't we walk to lunch together?" she smiled at him. Harry nodded, still feeling a little confused. "Yeah, I'm starving..." he said as he walked to the Great Hall alongside her. Once there, she went up to the teachers table, smiling friendly at Hagrid as she passed by, while Harry joined his friends at the Gryffindor table. "So what took you so long?" Ron loaded Harry's plate with baked potatoes and fried chicken. "Oh, I err... I was daydreaming a little..." Harry said avoidingly. "What about? Ginny, by any chance?" Ron grinned. Harry laughed a little and started eating. He didn't want his best friends to worry about him. He couldn't tell them. Not yet. He averted his eyes and looked towards the teachers table. Professor Slatyn was talking to professor Snape, who seemed rather interested in what she had to say. Harry smiled to himself. Even though he didn't believe Snape could ever love someone, since he had seen how Snape's youth had been, he couldn't blame him. Harry realized he was lucky to have come out of all the trouble as good as he did. Than, Hagrid caught his attention again. He was giving professor Slatyn that look again, that look... Oh, stop it! he firmly said to himself. It couldn't be. It just couldn't... And just as he was starting to think about the whole situation deeper, Ron shouted painfully in his ears. "Harry! We're going to be late for class!!"
A/N: Yes, I know, this chapter was short too, and I am terribly sorry for it. I just couldn't get myself to write anything better or more, so I only can hope it will be better next time. Please review! ^_^
