Hi all! My most sincere apologies to everyone who reads this fanfiction! Sorry! My dad's been dealing with a bad internet provider and I think the problem's solved...
Well anyway, onto the story. To anyone who guessed Ruffnut and Tuffnut (which is everyone), you're CORRECT! I was having some doubts about whether or not I made them realistic enough, but, truth is, I'm kinda like that with my brother. It's all fun and games until one of you accidentally falls down the stairs O.O
Getting back on track, here are some reply to the rest of your lovely comments...
Guest - No, this takes place several years after Harry Potter. His children are going to this school ^^
flightforfreedom - Thank you! And this chapter will contain more of the old characters. I just can't get over Harry Potter! So sad that it ended :(
WhatTheValhalla - Thanks! And yes, Vincent Goyle is his son. I quite liked Crabbe in the movies, he was actually pretty adorable so I decided to have Goyle name his son after him. You like?
Janazza - Yay! I love long reviews! And thanks heaps! I agree about the whole rough start thing. I mean in every group of friends, one of them has to have a bad start. And Jack is the obvious choice! I'm thinking that it's only going to be him and Merida having issues though. Hiccup and Rapunzel seem like the compromise type of people, right? I'm not so sure about his staff yet. I know it will come in soon, still experimenting with it. I know that he's going to be a pro on the broom and he's so obviously got the skills of a seeker (when he caught Baby Tooth in the movie! lol). And Jack's pranks are going to be out of this world! And the rules and arrangement are pretty much the same. It's only their first year (lol, imagine them as ten year olds!). And no, no Quidditch for them yet. :( As for Pitch Black, there's going to be a lot revealed about him...later...
Well, anyway, here's chapter six for all of you! Enjoy!
Chapter Six – Pitch Black
[Jack Frost]
"Well, that sucked." Rhiannon mumbled, as the Slytherins and Ravenclaws left the Transfiguration classroom to go to their next lesson, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Agreed." Jack and Tom replied at the same time.
It turned out, that Transfiguration was a bit harder than they all had presumed. Instead of turning a toothpick into a pin, Jack had managed to freeze and shatter the poor item. He had had a mad urge to smash something in frustration. What held him back was knowing the fact that his aunt and teacher for the subject would lecture the life out of him. Aunt Tooth was usually a very chipper lady…but she could be pretty vicious if she wanted to be.
"I think it's in here." Jack said, noticing a classroom half full of first years. He spotted Rapunzel and Hiccup sitting with Merida and another red-haired boy at the front of the class. Jack noticed that Rapunzel had the annoying skill of never shutting up, although everyone seemed to enjoy her company for some reason…even Jack himself.
"What is it, like crazy hair day?" Tom questioned as he took a seat at the back, with Jack and Rhiannon. His eyes were on the crazy red hair and the never-ending golden locks. Then suddenly he looked at Jack, "Why's your hair white?"
Before Jack could respond, a cool male's voice cut through the chatter in the room with a simple murmured , "Hello first years." The voice had such a strong sense of authority that everyone in the room fell silent within seconds.
Jack looked up and saw a pale teacher in black robes standing at the front of the classroom. His dark hair was messy and ended a little above his shoulders in spikes. His eyes were a cold, almost transparent silver and seemed to look through every student in the room, giving them a sense of…fear. Jack had to hold back a smile. This was the legendary Auror who went by the name of Kozmotis Pitchiner.
His Aunt Tooth had talked very highly of him…until she had the chance to work with him. She found him to be a very cold, heartless, evil man. If Jack wasn't mistaken, Toothiana Winger – if very slightly – feared him.
He looked around at his new students, starting to pace the front of the classroom. After a moment or two of silence, he spoke in his cool voice, "I am Professor Pitchiner. And I want you all to keep in mind, that this class will be tough. And you all will face pain and suffering in order to be fully trained."
Jack realized that he was one of those teachers who knew what they were doing and stopped at nothing, for no one, no matter the excuse. A few minutes into the lesson and Jack was liking him already. He really wanted to learn from the legendary Kozmotis Pitchiner, understand his techniques, learn to fight like him, learn to be like him…so skillful, so powerful, so…evil…
"Protecting yourself against the Dark Arts is not just something you will just learn and get it over with." He continued, eyes scanning the classroom, "I can guarantee that all of you will face a Dark Wizard at least once." He smirked at the startled first years, "And he won't be aiming to hurt or distract. No, he'll be aiming to kill." There was silence as he let the students take this in. After a few moments, he continued, "I'm letting you all know now, that I don't go easy on people. I push them to their limits and beyond. And I guarantee you all this. You. Will. Suffer. A lot. That is how I trained my other students and that is how I will train you. If you're not willing to bear with me, then the door's right there." Another silence, this one in which Kozmotis Pitchiner glared down at the first years, as if daring them to leave. No one moved. No one even dared breathe. He smiled. "Good. Let's get started."
"Scary, isn't he?" Tom muttered into Jack's ear, as the teacher grabbed a clipboard from the desk and started marking off each student. Jack nodded in agreement and twirled his wand around in his hand. Looking down at the pure black stick, he thought back to what Mr. Ollivander had told him…
"Yew and Phoenix Feather, twelve inches, unyielding. This, Mr. Frost, is a very powerful wand. It produces resilient magic, almost uncontrollable. This one particularly is destined to have a powerful wielder. Though I cannot say whether or not it will be a dark wielder. Be careful with how you use it…"
Powerful. Mr. Ollivander had pretty much said that Jack was powerful.
"Jackson Frost, is he here?"
Rhiannon nudged Jack hard in the ribs to get his attention. "Wha–oh, yeah. I'm here."
Professor Pitchiner raised an eyebrow at him. "I suppose you prefer to be called Jack, then." he stated, rather than asked.
"Yes sir." Jack replied, feeling like he was a Private in some army.
"Rapunzel Gothel."
"Here, sir." The melodious voice of Blondie replied. And Jack saw Professor Pitchiner's eyes linger on her for a moment longer than necessary before going onto, "Vincent Goyle."
Once the role calling was done, Professor Pitchiner dropped the clipboard onto his desk and turned his attention to the students once again, said, "I want you all to partner up–" This caused some shuffles to go around the classroom, but Professor Pitchiner killed the first years' hopes by adding in a cool voice, "But, it can't be from your own house." Almost all the students let out a sigh of disappointment.
"Well, that sucks." Rhiannon muttered, narrowed eyes glaring at any Gryffindors she could spot from her seat at the back (which is to say, all the Gryffindors), "We have to pair up with these stuck up lions?"
"Five minutes to find a partner." Professor Pitchiner announced, looking rather pleased with himself at the first year students' hesitation as they looked at their opposing house members nervously, "Off you go."
Jack leaned back onto his seat while everyone else started bustling about like there was no tomorrow. He'd rather the Gryffindor come to him, save him the effort…
"Um…hi Jack." An all too familiar voice said in an unconfident tone, "Do you mind if we're partn–"
"Not at all." Jack cut in, straightening up in his seat. He smiled a crooked smile at the petite blonde standing in front of him and pulled out a chair for her.
Rapunzel smiled back at him and took a seat beside him with a murmured, "Thanks."
[Kozmotis Pitchiner]
Well, well, what a coincidence, Kozmotis thought with slight amusement. How convenient that all three unique students were in the same class, with Kozmotis as their teacher. And an even bigger coincidence that the Healer had picked Frosty Boy as her partner. While the Dragon Lover was sitting beside a loud obnoxious girl with white-blonde hair and grey eyes, looking rather uncomfortable with his decision.
Having read their files just the previous night, Kozmotis already felt very informed of them, as if he had been at the meeting with Mr. Potter, just two weeks ago. He had been blessed with the rare skills of flawless memory and piecing things together, deducing things far better than any other wizard could. From the files he read and from what Toothiana had informed him, Kozmotis felt like he'd been inspecting these three for quite a while.
"Your five minutes are up." He informed the children, "Take a seat."
Those who hadn't found partners, made swift last second decisions, partnering up with the first person in the opposing colored robes they could find and settling down in the nearest pair of seats. Kozmotis waited patiently until the last student was comfortably seated and looking at him attentively and – if Kozmotis wasn't mistaken – mixed with a bit of fear. He was one of those rare teachers that no one dared disobey. To the students, he emitted a rather threatening aura and in Kozmotis' opinion, they were right to fear him. Detention with him was quite a vicious form of Hell on Earth.
"Now," Kozmotis muttered, relaxing back into his seat at the front of the classroom, "I'm giving you the twenty minutes to get to know each other," some of the students looked confused at this…at least until they heard the second half of his sentence, "Because, as of now, you are going to be partners in this class until the end of the year…maybe even in all the seven years I'll be teaching you…"
Several students suddenly burst out into angry rants, complaining about why they can't be partnered with someone from their own house, why the whole year, why SEVEN YEARS! Some, like Dragon Lover, just glanced nervously at their partner.
But one death glare from Kozmotis shut the lot up. "I could care less about your childish, petty little excuses," he snapped at the now slightly frightened students, "I could care less about the differences of your houses. This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, where I prepare clueless little students like you, to hold your own in the dark place this world is becoming, despite your differences."
Some students actually looked impressed by Kozmotis' small speech. They were all looking at him with a great deal of fear and respect. Just as Kozmotis liked. "Twenty minutes. Get started."
Well, that was chapter six! Hope you all liked! Please remember to leave a comment because you all know how it's the key to motivation! Till next time, readers!
Darii out.
