/!Warning!/ Contains slash, cursing, and violent tendencies. Do not read if you don't like any of those!
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True Ambitions
Chapter 4
Dance Instructor?!
"Blah blah blah… unite during dark times… blah blah blah… be cautious," Dumbledore was saying something and Harry could predict what it was without even listening so instead he was inspecting the first years. After all some of them would be the new kiddies of Gryffindor soon.
There weren't as many as before narrowing them down to only about 40 instead of the usual high 60's. Finally Dumbledore shut up and allowed the sorting to start. Harry clapped and cheered and booed when it was appropriate watching with keen eyes the kids who came to Gryffindor. They all looked flushed with excitement as they ran up to the table, he wondered who was going to apprentice them this year. It was completely random, and Harry hoped he wasn't going to be one of the ones doing it he had been able to skive off of it so far. Harry had been lucky as he had gotten apprenticed under Fred and if you got one twin you got the other twin. In fact those guys were something else, especially in bed, he thought letting a smirk grow before he wiped it off and cheered loudly for another Gryffindor.
The sorting was done and Dumbledore stood up to speak, once again.
"Now students as I can tell your all very hungry however just some announcements to make before you eat. Please note that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students." Here he gave the Gryffindor table a look and they all mentally smirked, "Also we have a new DADA teacher this year who I think you will all be pleased to note is extremely well known for his skills in DADA and his use of practical methods," he said making a light jab at Umbridge, which they all snickered over except the confused first years. "May I introduce Linne Kasier," he said and Harry felt all the blood drain from his face when he caught sight of who stood up letting loose a pleased smirk. Pale skin, dark chocolate hair, brownish red eyes, however he had human teeth but Harry didn't believe that for a second, there were many glamour's to hide that. No he knew who this person was.
He was a vampire.
He was a vampire who Harry had fucked.
He was a vampire who Harry had fucked as Devan in Devan's club.
Harry, or Devan however you looked at it, was completely and utterly screwed over.
Harry wrenched his eyes away from the vampire and instantly calmed himself down. He was being stupid there was no reason for Linne to suspect at all that Harry was Devan. Besides having black hair and green eyes the two looked nothing alike and also acted nothing alike. Harry hadn't given anyone any reason to suspect he was anything but Harry Potter, so why was he so scared all of a sudden?
"Harry you alright mate?" Ron asked nudging his shoulder. Harry put on an easy going grin saying he was fine, however he conveyed to Ron with his eyes that they would talk later. Ron nodded and went back to talking to Dean about soccer versus Quidditch. The rest of dinner went as planned with nothing to change it except Collin's camera occasionally crawling under your legs and snapping pictures.
"Collin I will tell you this only once this year, if the camera takes a picture of me or comes anywhere near my feet again I am stepping on it and I will make sure you are in my way in the process," Harry said his happy demeanor not changing except the narrowing of his green eyes. Collin gulped retrieving his camera and muttering about needing therapy.
"Careful Harry you might scare the first years," Lavender teased and Harry looked over at the first years who seemed to be staring in shock at him.
"That?" he asked with a cocked head before a laugh erupted from his throat twinkling down the table and making many students shiver in want. Harry stopped and gave them all a smile, which seemed to relax them, "Don't worry about that, even if I completely dismantled that thing Collin would have it up and running in under five hours. He's pretty much a technological genius, but don't tell him that he doesn't need a bigger head then he already has," he said giving them a wink, he didn't mention of course that he had broken Collin's fingers in training class one time because he had taken a nude picture of him. He immediately had one of the older students fix it because he didn't really want to hurt the guy but still the kid got the gist of it.
The first years seemed to relax then and shyly greeted him while Harry felt a sort of fond glee over them. New kiddies to teach and train, unfortunately he wasn't an instructor this year, at least he didn't think so he hadn't actually checked.
"Uh Ron? Is anyone in the group an instructor this year?" he questioned to him out of the side of his mouth. Ron looked pensive for a second before giving him a one-moment look. He leaned over to Hermione and whispered in her ear, she theatrically giggled and whispered something back making Ron let loose a grin. To anyone else it looked like they were harmlessly flirting although Harry was sure there was some innuendo thrown in there somewhere.
Ron leaned toward him and told him, "Neville is going to be in charge of the fourth year spy classes and Seamus is handling weight training with the fourth years. And as usual Hermione is going to be tutoring the kids who need help with classes." Harry nodded in understanding a sigh of relief letting loose before Ron smirked and whispered, "Oh and you're going to be teaching dancing classes, all of them."
Harry choked on air his face turning red, "What?!" he asked his voice turning slightly high pitched before noticing that some Hufflepuff's a table over were starting to stare and quieting down.
"Why do so many of us have a teaching class? And why in bleeding hell am I teaching anyone how to dance?" he whispered looking frustrated and Ron looked liked he was going to have a mental break down. Thankfully Neville saved the day once again.
"Harry calm down, you're starting to make a scene," he whispered to him and Harry relaxed giving big green innocent eyes to Neville.
"B-b-b-but Neville! I'm going to be teaching a bunch of hormone crazy teenagers and pre-teens how to dance," he whined
Neville gave him a look over his goblet, "Like you can talk about crazy hormones," he sniffed and Harry gave an exasperated sigh running a hand through his short glamoured hair.
"Look I said I was sorry about not including you with Zheik! What more could you want from me?" he said before shaking his head, "Look that's not the point okay, it's not just me teaching dancing lessons. Practically half of the group is going to be teaching stuff, how will we have enough time for that, classes, homework, the club, and the stupid war shit?" he whispered to him making sure no one would be able to tell what they were talking about.
Neville was quiet for a second sipping his goblet before replying, "See if you can get Hermione to work us out a schedule. Besides we don't have meetings that often usually just meeting at the club and such. Try not to worry Harry you wouldn't want to get gray hairs on you're beautiful body now would you?" he asked teasingly. Harry huffed and flicked his head pointing his nose upwards with a snotty air to him.
"Are you suggesting that I am vain?" he questioned haughtily and Neville let an amused look cross his face.
"You're the vainest person when it comes to your appearance. I know that, you know that, fuck everyone in Gryffindor knows that," Neville said. Harry pouted unhappily sulking in a corner. Finally the Feast was over and they headed up to the common room chatting happily with each other. Seamus took sick enjoyment out of watching the confusion on the first years face as everyone stayed huddled in the common room. Some were taking off robes and revealing weapons they hid while others seemed to have a complete 180-attitude change like Neville. Of course they didn't show everything about them, as that would be stupid. Harry happily took off his glasses and practically chucked his robe over a chair underneath revealing a toned body with some jeans and a muscle tank top with some black gloves.
"Finally," Harry hissed stretching his arms up above his head, "those glasses were starting to give me a migraine," he finished before plopping down on his stomach in front of the fire letting loose a contented noise. Lavender and Parvati were curled around each other battling to see who could beat whom at sticking their tongue down the others throat. The first years were a mess of confusion looking pretty scared but obviously trying to hold it in. Everyone was required to stay in the Common room until the discussions with the first years were over and then they would be moving on to their guardians, and rules, blah blah blah.
Everyone was finally settled down and the Seventh years got into a long discussion telling all of the first years everything they would need to know, the real history of Gryffindor, and so forth. Finally they started calling out the names of the kid's guardians and Harry was listening half-heartedly before he heard them start to announce who the teachers were going to be this year. Nobody was surprised about Hermione, Neville, or Seamus but when they announced Harry was going to be the dance instructor there were some complications.
"No way! Harry is going to be teaching us? This is so awesome! He's like the best dirty dancer ever!" screamed one of the fourth year girls while a third year voiced her concern.
"Are you sure that's wise? I mean Harry is the best dancer and everything, but should he really be teaching the younger years? We still don't even have the right equipment for his type of dancing," she stated not stumbling over her crude explanation. Harry decided that now was the time to defend his virtue and he stepped in.
"Oh don't worry I won't be teaching anyone that kind of dancing except fourth years and above. The lower years are only going to be learning regular dancing," then he narrowed his eyes looking slightly ticked, "and what pray tell his wrong with MY kind of dancing anyway?"
The girl paled stuttering over her words while Harry's eyes got slowly narrower, the other students all looked cautious as if awaiting for the impending bitch fight that was about to happen. However once again in comes Neville to save the day.
"Stop terrorizing children Harry, she voiced a real concern. Kids should not be learning how to dirty dance yet exempting you of course but you had Fred and George as your guardians so of course rules were broken involving you," he stated sending him a patronizing look. Harry twitched lightly but backed down, the third year sighing in relief. Everyone else in the room relaxed as well, the last time Harry had gotten in a fight with anyone it had left the common room destroyed, first years in tears, eighteen injured Gryffindors, and one battered and bruised Angelina Johnson and Harry Potter with a cranky attitude for two weeks sporting a broken thumb and multiple cuts and bruises.
The seventh year continued after that and finally everyone was dismissed but the fifth years that were looking eagerly up at the sixth years. The fifth years were as followed Ginny Weasley, Collin Creevy, Kevin McChester, Matilda Walkins (I can't remember her real last name), Lerina Shaskey, Blake 'Bomb Bomb" Beekens, and Joan Wailin. Leading up to a grand total of four girls and three boys, they were all sat on the couches around them and Harry slowly stood up and gave them all a smirk.
"Hello everyone glad to be back at Hogwarts? Yes? Good. On to the Fifth Year Project," he stated and motioned to Neville to come up and stand next to him. Neville closed his book smoothly sliding from his seat gliding next to Harry. With the two of them shoulder-to-shoulder and facing the room they were a very intimidating looking pair. Harry leveled a stare at the fifth years his usual playfulness leaving him as he stared seriously down at them, "This year is the big year, what the past four years have been leading up to. What you do during this project will show how well you will handle working for Gryffindor while having regular lives at the same time. For the past four years you have been taking classes and have learned each other's strength. For each year groups you have a Leader and Vice-Leader, I am the Leader of the sixth years and Neville is the Vice-Leader. What they do is basically make sure that the team is progressing smoothly and report to the Higher ups. I'm gonna take a guess and say that you are all pretty much wondering by now who your new Leaders are." He waived his wand and seven envelopes came up out of nowhere and each had their name on it. They zoomed off to their respective owners and he motioned for them to open them.
"Inside your letters are your fifth year projects, while the Leaders will talk to each other on what exactly everyone's position would be." He said simply and watched the play of emotions on each of their faces one by one they all looked resigned and turned up to look at each other trying to determine who the new Leaders were. Kevin looked relatively unfazed except the slight widening of his eyes. Ginny on the other hand was trembling lightly and her eyes widened before she whipped her head up and stared at Harry.
"Me?" she whispered making her year mates snap their heads to her, although they didn't look that surprised. Harry nodded at her giving her a rare but genuine smile.
"It was decided between the sixth years that you showed the most potential to be a great leader for your group. You are powerful, organized, and charismatic, when you want to be. Kevin was decided as Co-Leader as he was the best to balance out you. Kevin blends into the background easily but is said to be the only one who can calm you down in a temper. In a sense it is how me and Neville balance each other out, Neville is the only one besides Fred and George who can calm me down when I am in a temper and with the situations you all will be facing this year you will need it. It is your responsibility now to protect your group and they in return are to protect and listen to you. However with this new responsibility I want it to be made extremely clear," he said his eyes boring into Kevin's and Ginny's. "If I find that either of you are abusing your power I will strip you of it faster then a snidget can fly. I do not tolerate that kind of misconduct, and neither does the rest of Gryffindor."
The two fifth years nodded solemnly before perking up as they asked questions and received answers about their jobs as well as the project they were doing. It sounded simple enough but it was anything but. The group was to create two control rooms each monitoring the going ons of Hogwarts, the Forbidden Forest, and Hogsmead. One control room would have to be hooked up to Gryffindor tower while the other could be anywhere they wanted as long as it was in Europe and they could get in it easily. Beyond that they were to add anything they thought would be needed to spying everything such as magic sensors, heat sensors, names of everyone, etc.
They left the fifth years discussing the project and headed up to the boys dorm where they settled comfortably.
"I think that went very well," Hermione commented.
"Well no one died," Dean whispered making the others snicker.
"Oh bullocks!" Ron hissed before turning to Harry, "What was it that freaked you out during the feast mate?"
Harry twitched nervously making the others look at him suspiciously, "Well it just so happens that I… um sleptwiththenewdefenseteacher!" he blurted out. The others took a minute to process what he was saying before Seamus's eyes popped out of his head.
"You didn't," he whispered his body shaking from suppressed laughter.
"Hey don't laugh at me! I didn't know that he was going to be our teacher!" he whined.
Ron cackled falling over himself, "Oh! This is rich! I've never seen a screw up like that before! Wait until Lupin and the others hear about this one!" he howled. The others were stifling grins as Harry steamed. Neville noticed his expression and quickly became serious.
"Does he know it's you?" he asked and Harry shook his head.
"I don't know, I don't know the full capabilities of Vampires, especially one who seems to be able to come out into the sunlight. I met him at the club on the day before we left, so it's possible he could pick up on my scent even though I had it covered. Not to mention that my glamour can't hide my eyes as well as most, I'll have to rely on my glasses for that," he continued.
"Did he see any of us?" Lavender asked worriedly finally realizing the severity of the situation.
"I don't think so, you guys didn't come out until I did, and I pretty much had him the rest of the night," he said unashamedly. Neville was sulking slightly in the corner.
"First a werewolf then a vampire, god Harry selfish much?" he asked. Harry snarled at him his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Don't whine! It's good that you didn't come, me he could look over, but two of us would have been like flashing a neon sign saying 'Look! This is them! Come and get them their hiding something!'" he said sarcastically flailing his arms in the air.
"Look," said Parvati drawing their eyes to her, "It doesn't matter anymore, next time you go on a tryst Harry bring Neville, Neville don't be a baby because you didn't get to fuck the vampire. The best you can do Harry is just act normal around him. Don't be suspicious, you're good at that don't let him distract you."
They were silent for a minute before Lavender smirked, "Yeah you should see her in bed if you liked that."
That broke the tension as Parvati blushed and Harry and Neville smirked. The others started to laugh at the other girls misfortune and got ready for bed.
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