Chapter 4: In the house of God

POV: Harry

Date: Monday sep 2nd


Im walking up to the DADA classroom. Im a few minutes early, but at least it'll give me some time to think things through. These days are becomming more difficult lately. Walking down the corridor and being pointed at, all those articles in the papers...

The nights aren't too good either. Every time its the same dream. Finding myself in the maze, touching the cup, throwing my shoe at voldermort, and then its gone, and i wake up. But what is it trying to tell me! There has to be a reason for these dreams. If only i could figure them out...

"Ah, Harry. You're early for class"

Im shocked out of my thoughts by a lound voice. I look up, and if it weren't for the clouds hanging around the guys face, i'd know that it was god; the new teacher.

"Ec... Excuse me sir, but, how did you know my name?"

"Oh, i know everything, my boy. Its my job, you know"

"Really? Is that some sort of magic?"

I could almost see him raise an eyebrow, but then, the clouds...

"Welllll, you could say that... So Harry. I would ask you if you liked defence against the dark arts, but i already know you'd say yes."

"Yeah... its not, well, its not, boring like the other subjects." I cringe, waiting for the reaction

Theres a bark of laughter. "Yes, yes, i know exactly how you feel, Harry!

At first his all-knowing-ness was a bit scarey, but he doesn't seem too bad...

"Well, listen Harry. Theres something i need to do. I wont be long, but could you just, let the rest of the class know they can find themselves seats inside the class so we're all ready to go when i get back?"

At least this guy isn't holding his authority over me. He seems nice enough.

"Ah, sure."

"Oh, thankyou my boy." He might have smiled, and then drifts off down the corridore.

I get to the classroom and let myself in. As i take my seat, i look around. The walls are decorated with delicate tapestries, bookcases holding jars of goo and timeless statues, the heavy oak door i came in through, and..."

"Professor Snape!"

Whats he doing here!

"I see you're eyes are in working order, Potter."

I stand at my desk, dumbfounded. Why on earth would snape be sitting in on our lessons?

"I, ah..."

"Harry!"

Hermione rushes in through the door.

"Have you seen ron? Wheres the techer? Im not late, am I?"

"Uh..."

Soon the rest of the class arrives and i am spared having to form coherent words by the chatter of interest about what exciting creatures and spells we will be learning about this year.

" I hear we'll be learning how to turn into animagi!"

"Oh nonsense. We dont do that untill the seventh year"

"What about dark creatures? Like vampires and werewolves?

"Well the only thing better than learning about a werewolf is being taught by one"

As the children all take their seats a soft tune is playing. Its the sound of harps, and a great calm falls over the class

A high window opens, and a bright light shines onto the teachers desk. Paper rustles, and a heavenly scent of flowers in spring wafts through the room. A beautiful white dove flies delicately in through the window and lands on the teachers desk. Its feathers glimmer in the sunlight. The whole class is mesmerized by its beauty, and when it stretches out its wings a great feeling of peace and happiness flows through the air and into every student.

Suddenly theres a loud crack. Several students jump, even Snape(shock!horror!),as if comming out of a particularly nasty naightmare and look towards the dove.

But there is no dove, and in its place stands God


A/N:

Another very short chapter. I know. But once we get to the established relationship saga
(between uggy and snape) things will pick up.

I was mostly trying to impart the fact that god knows everything in this story. He can read minds, he can tell the future, etc. Not that the real god doesn't, but, well, you get the idea.

Please review! And hugs and kisses to those that have!

P.S if you look in my profile you'll find a link to some pictures of uggy!

Fatalkaiser