The Golden Trio and Amara were walking to Hagrid's "classroom" and were talking about Divination.

"You don't think that Grim thing's got anything to do with Sirius Black?" Ron asked.

"Oh, honestly, Ron. If you ask me, Divination's a woolly discipline. Now, Ancient Runes, that's a fascinating subject," Hermione declared.

Ron's ginger eyebrows knitted together as he glanced back at his brunette friend. "Ancient Runes? Exactly how many classes are you taking?" He quickly faced forward in order to not trip

"A fair few," Hermione responded.

"Hang on. That's not possible," Ron exclaimed as he worked something out. "Ancient Runes is in the same time as Divination. You have to be in two classes at once."

"Time travel is simple if you 'ave a time turner," Amara explained.

"Do you?" Ron asked.

"My family keeps a great deal of magical ar'ifacts. We've probably go' a few floatin' 'round," the Scot replied.

The brilliant brunette changed the subject, passing the boys.

Aurora stayed behind them all.

"Broaden your minds. Use your Inner Eye to see the future," Hermione mocked, laughing.


Hagrid was gesturing for them to get closer to his hut. "That's it. Come on, now. Come closer. Less talking, if you don't mind. I got a real treat for you today. A great lesson. So follow me." Hagrid lead them into the woods. "Right, you lot. Less chattering. Form a group over there. And open your books to page 49."

"Exactly how do we do that?" Malfoy spat. He looked over at Amara who already had hers open, the book purring at her fingers moving through it's fur.

"Just stroke the spine, of course," Hagrid explained. "Goodness me." He walked further into the woods.

"Wait until Father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes," Malfoy muttered.

"I think he'll be a brilliant professor. We need a few more creatures teaching, don't we?" Amara asked, looking over her shoulder as if to intensify the allure.

"So long as they're all Succubi. Love to see what a real woman could do."

"I'd be offended if I cared what you thought."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry defended Amara.

"Ooh," the other Slytherins sang.

Draco approached Harry and he was about to say something when he looked behind Harry and yelled, "Dementor! Dementor!"

Everyone whirled around.

The Slytherin's were laughing. Well, everyone but Amara. They put on spooky hoods.

"Just ignore him," Amara advised.

"You're supposed to stroke it," Ron told Neville who had approached with torn robes.

Neville dropped his bag and book. "Yeah."

Hagrid cleared his throat. They all turned to see a Pegasus, sorta. "Isn't he beautiful?" Hagrid asked. Amara smiled, her eyes lighting. He threw the Hippogriff a dead squirrel or something. "Say hello to Buckbeak."

"Hagrid, exactly what is that?"

"That, Ron, is a hippogriff. First thing you wanna know is they're very proud creatures. Very easily offended. You do not want to insult a hippogriff. It may be the last thing you ever do."

Amara's hand shot up.

"Yes, Miss Amor."

"May I meet him?"

"Yes!" Hagrid encouraged. "Do you now the etiquette?" he asked.

Amara nodded. She took a bow and edged towards him. Just within range, she stayed still, letting him come to her. When his beak touched her palm, she stood straight and pet along him.

"Well done!" Hagrid bade. "He may let you ride 'im now."

Aurora turned to him excitedly. "Oh, may I?" she requested.

Hagrid lifted her onto Buckbeak's back and she pressed her feet to just under his wing bone. She stroked his feathers and Hagrid slapped his behind. Buckbeak took off into a run. He started flying just soon enough to soar over her classmates. He wove between the towers of Hogwarts. Making its way over the Black Lake, Aurora let her hands go up into her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. Buckbeak let his claws flow through the water. They eventually found their way back to the "classroom". Hagrid whistled and Buckbeak brought them down. Hair tangled, Aurora smiled so brightly as Hagrid took her off the Hippogriff. Succubi were known for being happy about the smallest things due to the fact that their lives could turn on a dime. And about how they aged.

"Well done, Aurora, and well done, Buckbeak," Hagrid cheered. He threw Buckbeak a squirrel or racoon or whatever it was.

"That was wicked, Aurora!" someone from the class called.

"He is incredibly beautiful and exceedingly gentle. Once he sees you as a friend," she added.

As the mesmerizing grin was turned on Hagrid, he knew he'd do anything to keep it there. Even if creatures weren't easily put under Succubi spells

"How am I doing me first day?" Hagrid asked.

"Brilliant... professor," Amara added.

Draco was suddenly approaching Buckbeak in a threatening manor. "You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute!" He had a smug smirk on his face.

Hagrid turned to him in fear, only seeing him too late. "Malfoy, no..."

Buckbeak reared up and scratched Malfoy only after he'd fallen.

"Buckbeak! Whoa, whoa," Hagrid called, jumping in front of Malfoy. He yelled in a threatening manor, "Buckbeak!" He grabbed a rodent from the chains 'round his neck and threw it sideways. "Away, you silly creature..."

"It's killed me!" Malfoy whined.

"Calm down. It's just a scratch!" Hagrid tried to pacify him, his arms out.

Hermione marched toward them. "Hagrid! He has to be taken to the hospital."

"I'm the teacher. I'll do it." Hagrid leaned down and scooped the blonde into his arms.

"You're gonna regret this!" Malfoy yelled.

Hagrid ignored him. "Class dismissed!"

"You and your bloody chicken!" Malfoy continued.

Buckbeak nuzzled Aurora's hand and she gladly gave the comfort.


"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" the girl beside said boy asked, coddling.

"It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky. Madam Pomfrey said another minute and I could've lost my arm. I can't do homework for weeks."

"Next time, listen to the professor," Aurora stated from behind her newspaper.

"What did you say?" one of the girls asked.

Aurora set down the paper and the girl immediately flew into shape, recognizing her place as physically below the Succubus. "Have you actually ever seen a Hippogriff attack? You wouldn't be so obnoxious as to use it as an excuse not to do your homework if you had."

"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!" Seamus exclaimed, running into the Grand Hall.

"Who?" asked Ron.

"Sirius Black!"

Aurora had read that article. A woman suspected she'd seen the man in Dufftown and ran to the nearest reporter, ready for her 15 minutes of fame. She went back to her newspaper.