It was a month after the incident with Kara had happened. The weather was wet, dark, dismal and gloomy, it was November, after all. Harry's mood matched the weather, he was tired, stressed and angry after the incident which he had told no-one about, they didn't need to know. He approached the glass doors that guarded the reception area like angry bulldogs. He approached the desk, gave the receptionist his fake name, Reginald Ringleby, and his classroom number and received a chipped, battered lanyard with the plastic bit half torn off. He put it around his neck and strode off to classroom 12 H for another unfatefull day, or so he thought...
He arrived at the classroom at 8:30am. He dumped his bag on his desk, hung his coat on the back of the spiny computer chair and walked over to the whiteboard. It was no ordinary whiteboard, it was a magic whiteboard that only he knew about. He went up to it, like he was about to write something, put both hands in the middle of the board and pressed hard. The whiteboard moved back and folded itself into the wall behind it, exposing a long dark corridor which was about the size of a wardrobe. Harry walked inside and clicked his fingers and the whiteboard moved back into its normal everyday position. Once it had done that, Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and did two things. The first thing he did was cast Lumos, (He knew he was forbidden to do Magic but he didn't really care and it was pitch black in there and he had no other source of light) the second thing he did was point his wand at a hidden compartment in the wall which looked like a brick but it was actually a draw, he cast Alohomora at it and it opened. Then, with a heavy heart, he extinguished his wand and put it in the hidden compartment, which he then shut. He had one last look at the hidden corridor and walked out into the monotone classroom. Once outside, he clicked his fingers again and the whiteboard returned to it's normal position once more. He was just about to think about what he would have for lunch when the bell for the start of school rang and the day began, but would it end?
It was the last lesson before lunch. Harry was teaching his year 10 maths class before and after lunch. Everything was going well for the first half of the lesson. Then it approached half-way point. Harry told himself that he only had 20 minutes to go before he could have a break from the kids. He was pretty proud of himself, he hadn't got angry at anyone yet, he usually got angry within the first 15 minutes of the lesson because the kids had terrible attention spans and didn't listen to anything he said. Today seemed to be different, but it wouldn't stay like that.
Harry was teaching simple addition but the students didn't think it was simple. He went around, asking them how they were finding the work. The first student he went to who had a TA needed no help but nethertheless the TA accused Harry of setting "work that was too hard". That made Harry's temper rise a little but he didn't react in any way. Next, he went to another student who was talking to her friend and ignoring her work. Harry asked her a question, trying to keep his voice calm and level "Could you continue your conversation at lunchtime please, we only have 10 minutes until it is lunchtime and your mock exam is in a week and is more important than the conversation you are having". The girl made a rude sign at him and continued to talk to her friend. Again, Harry didn't rise to the bait like a fish needing water, he kept calm though he wanted to scream. He tried to get the girl's friend to do her work in the same tone of voice that he used to try and convince her friend but the girl just laughed at him. Feeling defeated, he walked to the back of the classroom where the final girl who had her head on the table, was positioned. This was Kara.
Harry scanned the classroom to check that everyone was doing (or not doing as the case maybe) their work properly. He thought he saw a pair of eyes looking at him from a window but dismissed the thought from his mind. He approached Kara and crouched down next to her. She wouldn't look at him. His hand automatically reached for her worksheet only to be clamped by her hand. "I need to check your work" he said in an authorative voice. No response. "Do you want to fail the exam?" he asked. this time he got a response but it wasn't what he was looking for "I'm not doing the exam" Kara said in an angry voice. "Well, I can't do it for you" he replied. "You have to" she said. "YOU have to" came the reply. "I WON'T" she screamed like a wounded cat and slapped Harry across his right cheek, digging her sharp nails in so she made him blead. Harry finally snapped, his face went red and he shouted "YOU HAVE A DETENTION FOR ATTACKING YOUR TEACHER AND I'M REPORTING YOU TO THE HEAD!" Kara smiled and said "I honestly don't care". "Well you should" panted Harry, wiping the blood from his cheek. "I don't care because the head likes me, she's my mum" said Kara, her voice as smooth as melted chocolate. Then she smiled smugly at him and said "Unlike you, I actually have someone who loves me". They stared at each other for a moment, the TA came up and hugged Kara as she pretended to burst into floods of tears but Harry could see that she was doing a nasty smile at the same time.
He didn't think about the consequences, he just reacted the best way he could, he pulled his wand out of his pocket (he had time to collect it at break in case of emergencies) and aimed it under the TA's arm at Kara's chest. Then he screamed "Expellisectum!" There was a flash of light which hit her chest and Kara was thrown backwards into the wall and lay there motionless. Then blood started to emerge from the place the wand light had hit. The TA started to scream and she ran at Kara and started to check that she was ok. Harry was in shock, he had never combined those two spells before, his anger faded gradually but it soon returned when the TA shot him an angry look and screamed "GIVE ME THE WEAPON, IT NEADS TO BE BROKEN SO IT CAN NEVER DAMAGE ANYONE LIKE THIS AGAIN!" He pierced her with a look that would make a horse bolt and threw his wand at the nearest window where it broke in half and disappeared out of sight.
There was silence for what felt like a year, then it was broken by an angry Mrs Carrot who looked at the room at large and said with a shrillness to her voice "What happened to my daughter?" She let her eyes swivel freely around the scene, looking at the petrified faces of the three students who were still not doing their work, the TA and her own daughter who looked like she had fought a battle. Then her eyes rested on Harry and she stared at him like he was her prey. And Harry stood frozen to the spot, wanting to rewind time a few hours, but the damage was done.
