Hello everyone! My name is MochiofDoom, the lovely author of the story you are about to continue reading. I am sorry for the slowness of which the story is going, but as I said earlier, I hate time skips that last longer than a few weeks. If you didn't already, I recommend you read my authors note for chapter three, as It clears up some things. I am actually really impressed with myself with the speed of which this story is being updated, its almost daily! And its not like I have any chapters pre-written, I'm just uploading as I finish them! One other thing, I hit 750 logged in people who have read my story! *Squeal* Thank you everyone who had read this so far!
DISCLAIMER-I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER NOR HETALIA, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS.
I am sorry for everyone who has seen chapter four, I had my whole entire chapter written up, more than 1,200 words more than my record, actually, and it did THAT... whatever THAT is. I am writing this whole entire story on my ipod, so its bound to screw up eventually but... that... WHAT?! Please stick with me and I'll try to fix it as soon as I can, I might just have to re-upload the chapter, but who knows. Thanks for your understanding. I also cut this chapter a bit short just in case, so I'm really sorry about that.
Arthur woke up to his alarm clock ringing an annoying beeping sound. So like any normal person would do, he set it unconsciously to snooze, rolled over, and lazily fell asleep again. And the next thing he knew he heard a voice scream "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE U-" it said and he threw it against the wall, just as he realized it was a magical alarm. Joy. He rolled out of bed and did his daily routine, finally noticing his quarters for the first time. The main color scheme of the room was green, blue, and white at his request, with green and blue being the accents. There were large, fluffy green couches as a living area, a kitchen, bathroom, and a door leading to the bedroom, which was green and silver with plush pillows.
It was all very comfortable, but he was going to be running late if he stayed any longer.
He rushed out the door with a bag that held the papers necessary for the first day of class, trying to dodge the students walking to their classes. He must've accidentally jostled a couple, as they sent him annoyed looks.
He kept speed walking until he got to his classroom and quickly set the papers down, pulling out the needed documents. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out an artifact, smoke swirling around the small object, and set it on the table in front of the classroom. He adjusted a few knobs on it just as the first student walked in the door, and wasn't very surprised to see Granger walking in the door, dragging along Potter and Weasley with her, looking very tired.
"Good morning, Miss Granger, , . Today we will be working on your dueling skills, so put your supplies besides your wand away." Arthur said. The three looked shocked that they were getting into the lessons so early, but the other students from Gryffindor and Slytherin started slowly filing into the room and had to sit down. Once they were all seated, Arthur cleared his throat and spoke. "Good morning. My name is professor Kirkland and I am going to be your new Defense professor this year. I am sorry, but today wont be an introductory lesson, as we have to get as much done as we can. Today we will be working on your dueling skills, so books away." He said as he heard the rustle of books and parchment being put away.
"Now" he started. "As some of you might have noticed, there is a artifact in the middle of this table. Can anyone of you tell what this is?" He asked, looking around. Even Hermione looked stumped. "No one? Well I didn't expect much. This right here." He said pointing. "Is an un-named magical artifact created by Merlin himself that essentially creates magical moving targets for a witch or wizard to practice on." He said as he walked towards the smokey orb and turned one of the knobs. "Here is an example."
Slowly but surely a wisp of smoke began to appear before Arthur, steadily growing larger and larger. "What us that thing?!" One of the girls shouted as the smoke slowly formed into the figure of a man, posture stick straight with a wand in his barely definable hand.
"This, ladies and gentleman, is the target I was mentioning. It allows the caster to practice a variety of spells, but can be set to fire spells back at you, minor ones of course." He said, pulling out his wand. "I will practice with the target for a brief second to give you a feel for it. For now though you will not be sparring, simply casting." He said as he got ready for a spell. "One more thing. His right hand turns green if you did the spell intended correctly, and red if you did not." He spoke.
"Expelliarmus!" He yelled as he thrust his wand forward, the small stick of smoke disappearing in the air as another made itself known. The hand holding the smoke wand turned green. "That is an example if what will happen if you do the spell correctly. No spell casting at other students, only use the spells that I assign you to practice with." He said as he went over to the artifact, raising the knob from 1 to 22.
"The spells I want you to perform are basic, but essential. These are Expelliarmus, Petrificus Totalis, and Stupify." He said looking around. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He asked, putting his own wand away. The students jolted into action, well... for the most part actually, with Ron being one of those examples. "Remember, stick to what you need to work on, lord help you if you don't know these curses beyond today..." Arthur said with a sigh.
Cries of "Expelliarmus!" "Petrificus Totalis!" and "Stupify!" littered the room as students cast their curses, with Arthur helping the few that seemed to be struggling. He assigned the students who he saw perfectly performing all three to a different set of curses, mentally writing down their names. By the end of class, he managed to get everyone to at least a proficient mastery of those spells, which he was proud of.
"Wands away. Tomorrow will be similar to this, so don't bring your books with you." He said, much to some students joy. "Class dismissed." Some students rushed out of their seats, and others hung back waiting for their friends, talking about the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione being one of these people.
"-and I had read that there is going to be a dance called the Yule Ball at Christmastime!" She said excitedly. The other side of the conversation didn't seem so excited as it was two teenage nightmares rolled into one- dances and history lessons. They both had the same look on their faces, the oh-god-I-have-to-ask-someone-to-the-dance type ordeal.
Arthur walked up to the conversation and gave a life saving word of advice. "You two are lucky Miss Granger here found out about the ball so soon. If I were you, I would go ahead and ask whoever you want to bring. Something tells me that its going to be hectic if you don't." He said with a wink, the two boys physically relaxing a bit.
"Thanks professor Kirkland." Harry said, starting to inwardly celebrate that he had all this time to ask Cho to the dance. He couldn't believe that he didn't think of that before.
"Your welcome. Believe me, most people your age have the same problem." Everyone besides him, he had been too occupied fighting the bloody frog to ever have dabbled in things such as dances.
"Well, you three had better be off, don't want to be late." He said, watching them get up and walk out the door. It was then that he wondered, do teachers have to have dates? He shivered at the mere thought.
A few weeks passed, and Arthur could see physical improvement throughout his students as they performed all the curses on their previous curriculum, which wasn't much in itself. During the last week he had even brought them outside so that they could practice on a moving target. He had done this with all the years besides first year, as they as of right now had only learned four basic defense spells.
He was currently eating dinner in the Grand Hall sitting exactly where he had the first day, as much as he didn't get along with Severus. Apparently he had the thought that he had been in Gryffindor when he was in Hogwarts, and that was what the 'conversation' was between the two in a very one-sided talk.
"-Gryffindor just by looking at you, and especially with that previous opening feast disaster." He said with a sneer on his lips. Arthur was trying desperately not to lash out on the potions master, as he couldn't with so many people in the Grand Hall. "Just the same, every last one of you. Idiotic fools with no care for anything but their own ideals-" suddenly, Arthur slammed his fist on the table, drawing attention from the teachers and some of the students.
"For your bloody information, I may have done what you said, but I am not a Gryffindor. In fact, I was in the same damn house as you were in, git." He steamed, massaging his temples.
Severus just stared at him, horrified. 'There is no possible way he could have been a Slytherin. He has to be lying. But a Gryffindor is to prideful to even mention maybe being a Slytherin. And he doesn't have the personality to fit into the other houses...' He thought in defeat. He glared one last time and returned to his food. The table was now completely silent.
"What was that?" Minerva asked. Arthur looked at her and said. "Severus had been badgering me about the opening feast for quite some time and I lost my temper." He said simply. And then the conversation was over.
The food disappeared from the plates, and he heard Dumbledore clear his throat from two seats down and stand up. "Now that we are now fed and watered, I have an announcement to make." He said, looking over the students. "Tomorrow is going to be the day that Beuxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving. There will be no classes tomorrow as a result of this." Some students visually perked up at this. "So I expect everyone to respect one another and represent everything that Hogwarts is. That is all for now. Off you go to your dormitories!" He said as he waved off the students. If one thing was for sure, tomorrow was going to be an eventful day.