A/N: If any of you were wondering, I don't identify with any of the characters that I have ever created in any writings I have made thus far.

Chapter 4

It wasn't long before Professor Rowling had gotten some disrespect from the students, because as far as they were concerned, she was only a temporary and it wasn't likely that she was at all competent. They thought she was like her predecessors, and she had done well to shoot down that notion immediately. It started showing with each year immediately, and she had shown herself to be a competent and fair professor to each year. The first years were the easiest, as they hadn't met the predecessors that the others had.

The last she had to do was for Harry's year. John hadn't planned on being any sort of lenient to his adoptive children in the form of Professor Rowling. In fact, Professor Rowling was to act like a cross between Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. In other words: Joanne Rowling would be utterly terrifying, respected, and most importantly generally liked. John didn't know if he did it right, but that was how Rowling was supposed to act.

Every year had one student to blatantly disrespect the teacher, just like every class tested a teacher's resolve to see if they liked them or not. Her first class of Harry's year was no different in this aspect, other than the fact that there was one boy that didn't know where to stop.

As a general rule, John didn't particularly believe in punishment to be all too effective, but rehabilitation was another thing entirely. If they were rehabilitated, there wouldn't be any reoffending, as they were no longer that type of person. Punishment didn't really work for this, even the death penalty. Sure, it was true that they wouldn't be able to re-offend, but they were still not any sort of positive to the whole of the society.

Where did all of this apply to the one that didn't know where to stop? Well, John planned on reversing the way of thinking that the boy had. It was brainwashing, to reverse the brainwashing that was how the boy was brought up.

The lesson started off well, as much as any first class could, and Professor Joanne "Jo" Rowling started off with, "Good morning class! Notes out -"

Only to be immediately cut off by a blonde boy that John knew as Draco Malfoy to loudly state, "Why are you in muggle clothing? Don't you know that this is a Wizarding school?"

The only sign that Rowling had heard the boy's question was an answer of, "Twenty five points from Slytherin." Just because John didn't believe that punishment worked all that well, did not mean he wouldn't partake in it; it gave him warm feelings on the inside. Then, she continued on, "-We will be starting with a lecture. But before todays lesson, I will lay down some simple rules you are to follow. Do not speak when I am speaking. You are expected to raise your hand to get my attention, unless in case of an emergency. Second, and this only applies for the first few classes with me, you are to state your name before asking and answering a question. Third is that I will not tolerate any type of bullying inside and outside of this classroom. That includes any derogatory slurs of any kind, including against those of blood, and their alignment of magic. I do not want to hear any mention of "Mudblood", "Blood Traitor", "Inbred", "Death Eater in training", any insult of someone's magical orientation, and/or finally there will be no insults based on someone's Hogwarts house -"

As expected, there were some outbursts, "But they're Slimy, Dark, Evil Slytherins! How can you be defending them! And their families are Evil, they must be Evil!"

"Seventy five points from Gryffindor, and detention with me tomorrow during your lunch period; you can explain to me your view on these topics then. That's twenty five points per rule you break, and a detention for breaking said rules after I just told them to you." The boy, a red headed freckled kid, now had his face and ears flushed red in both embarrassment. Jo nodded once, and returned to her monologuing.

"The final rule, and most important one, will be no physical or magical aggressive behaviour inside or outside of this classroom. And to be extra clear, these rules apply - save for the second - for both inside and outside of this classroom. I don't care if another professor had given you a punishment already either, I will also give out mine, especially for the last one. After-all, I intend to be the one to teach you what you might have used, and I don't care if I'm stepping on any other professors' toes.

"That would mean the bias of others to their houses would not apply anymore, save that I would have to counter what they have done." Jo smirked at the thoroughly terrified faces before her. Then, she finished with, "So obey those rules, and we won't have anything to worry about, now will we? Are there any questions so far?" The general consensus of that question was a 'no' in the form of shaking heads. "Good," Jo said.

Then, "Now, onto the material!

"Today we will be discussing one of the most dangerous mistakes you could make while facing an enemy of any kind, and that would be underestimating them for any reason. For example, most of you had thought myself to be mundane born, just from seeing me dressed in mundane clothes.

"Along with that came the assumption of me not knowing as much from being mundane born…" And so the lesson continued in this strain, and Jo had illustrated specifically the dangers of going up against someone like her - someone that was a metamorphmagus. Well, that wasn't what Blacklight was, but it was the closest thing that the magical populace of this Earth had.

Besides, when John had looked at the genetic makeup of metamorphs, he had determined that they could do the very basics of what John's Avatars could do. For example, they could, if they were trained properly, completely regenerate an entire limb from scratch. Or, if they were particularly skilled, and if they had knowledge of biology, they could become biologically immortal. They were the most dangerous magical human that John could find, simply because it was theoretically possible for them to do the things that John could, and others couldn't.

Finally, John thought it best to wrap up the lesson with, "As you all should be aware by now, any and all spells can be lethal. Oh, don't give me that look! As this is Defense, I have to teach you how to defend yourselves against magical onslaught. Well, at least that is the goal. Your homework for today will be to come up with a list of spells that could be used for combat that normally would not be, and explain its use for combat purposes."

Harry had a new favourite class, and that was Defense. It appealed to him, in a way that he would be able to defend himself, and not have to rely on others to protect him. One thing that he did not want, was for someone else to get hurt on his behalf, and for him to be able to protect his friends. That one little spat in the forest, when he was younger, had shown him as much.

That was why he was excited for when his Defence teacher had started up a dueling club, upon a request of another brilliant student. Any were allowed to join, and participate, and all they had to do was follow the rules that the professor sets; there would be 'issues' otherwise.

Harry was with his blonde ravenclaw friend, his brother in all but blood, and his cousin. His cousin, curiously, was dressed in mundane clothing. When he was asked why, all that the boy received in answer was a curt, though not unfriendly, "You'll see." That had only piqued both his and the other two of their group's curiosity even more.

The Great Hall, where the club was hosted, was emptied of the large tables and benches that was normally there. Instead, there were large raised platforms scattered around, by which Harry thought to be where groups were to duel. Harry hopped he was able to duel that day, Saturday, seeing how there weren't too many platforms compared to the students wanting to participate.

It began with five people up on the stage, all of them professors, the center of which was none other than Professor Rowling. She was dressed in mundane clothing as well as Juno, which had gotten her some very odd looks from many a student, some of which had upright left upon seeing it. Curiously, when Professor Flitwick had seen it, he had only an approving eye and a slight smirk.

That brought the positioning of the professors themselves upon the makeshift stage. Professor Flitwick was standing to her right, while Snape was to her immediate left. There were two others there, namely Professors McGonagall and Sinestra, on the ends. Sinestra was beside Snape, and McGonagall beside Flitwick. Harry thought it funny, the way that their own childish tendencies still translated so well over to the adult world; it was only more subtle.

Their hostess started off with, "The same rules as for my class still apply, as you should all be now familiar with. The only exception to this, of course, would be that you are permitted magical violence, but only while on the dueling platform.

"Another, added rule, is that breaking these rules more than twice will result in your expulsion from this club. That also applied for disobeying an order given to you by one of the referees, without reasonable cause.

"With that out of the way, let me introduce you to the referees. To my right is Professor Flitwick, an ex professional dueler that had been kind enough to assist me in running this fight. To his right is Professor McGonagall, someone that had been a lead role in the resistance of the latest war that had affected magical britain. To my left is Professor Snape, and someone with a similar although more active role as Professor McGonagall. To his left is Professor Sinistra, and though she often has her head in the clouds, had once gone through Auror training. To the sides of the hall are the nurses' stations, where Madam Poppy Pomfrey and Apprentice Healer N. Tonks will take care of any and all accidents that may occur.

"But finally, there is also one of your fellow students that will be helping to referee the matches; his name is Juno Mercer. If you wouldn't mind, Juno, would you come up here please?" Harry heard Juno sigh, before he aquested and was then before Professor Rowling, with her hands resting on his shoulders. There were some loud murmurings that broke out, and even the professors looked unsure of the decision that Rowling had made.

John let the murmurings continue for a while, as Rowling was busy with the short conversation with Snape. "Are you sure the brat-" Started said man, in his own unique drawling voice.

"That brat happens to be my nephew, and I thought him everything he knows about defensive and offensive combat of any kind. He could take Filius on in a fight, no offence intended Filius, but I know how you fight; so does Juno," Was Jo's quick retort.

"Aunty Jo!" Juno had said, with a slightly blushing face.

"None taken," Filius replied, eyeing Juno, sizing the boy up.

Finally having enough of the noise, John had taken back the attention of the crowd and directed it back to his Avatar. After that, John had, through Jo explained how the dueling would work. The students would be divided up by skill, not house, for later on as to who would fight them. This would be done with a tournament, as matches would take place to determine this, and through process of elimination would get the different tiers that the students would belong in. They would not forever be limited to these same teirs, and if someone had gone up - or gotten worse - they would move accordingly as the club progressed.

It wasn't perfect, but it would get the job done.

After the explanation, John had wanted there to be a demonstration duel of each level of danger that they would be dealing with, as per the different levels of skill that the students showed. They had started off with the lowest, whereupon there was only the disarming jinx being shot and shields being the only things permitted. Then they demonstrated the most dangerous level, upon which Jo had stated the doubt of anyone getting to that level that year. It was one that was to use dangerous, and sometimes lethal methods to take out the opponent. Well, lethal if you didn't know how to deal with it.

That particular fight was between Filius and Juno, as per a challenge by Snape, and John was just childish enough to accept. After asking for Filius' input, of course; he agreed.

A/N:I'm evil, and it's late, so I'm going to leave it there. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ahem! Note to self: laughing like a madman hurts, and don't do it ever again.

Next up will be the actual action, and less filler. I prommaybe.