Chapter 7- The new teachers

The next morning, Hunter arrived in the Defense against the dark art class. Professor Spark stood more proud than usual as he was prepared to start off the lesson. "Now, as many of you are aware, there are some very embarrassing words to utter in order for one to protect themselves. In this lesson, you will learn of the non-verbal words. It saves time and humiliation," he announced.

"And you would know that how?" Hunter questioned with a smirk.

"Strike one Potter! Interrupt me anymore and your in detention!"

Hunter only smirked as the lesson continued. They were taught to focus on the word in their mind and then to summon it to their wand, it was more difficult than it seemed, yet Hunter proved he could master it, he did so before last year with the Begonus charm. But Spark wasn't amused. "I didn't ask you to produce that charm Potter"

"Why? Because mine is better than yours?" he smirked.

"I had it with your smart ass! Detention, Saturday Night I hope you had plans" Spark announced with a smirk.

"Son of a bitch" Hunter uttered under his breath. When class ended, Hunter just walked out the door when Helmsley came bursting down the halls with a note. He took it from his Dragon's mouth and read. It was from Darcodorf! His first lesson will begin Saturday night! The same time as the detention! "Hot Damn!" he grinned. Attending Darcodorf's lesson was much more important than a damn detention. Hunter was free from Spark's wrath… for now.

He soon found himself in company of Chris and Stephoine once more; they were on their way to potions class. "What do you think Piper is going to be like?" Chris questioned.

"Whose to say, I guess we will learn the hard way" Stephoine replied.

The moment they walked in, everyone seemed nervous about the new teacher. Piper stood at the front of the room and asked for the three friends to be seated. However, before he could take a chair, Hunter requested a book. Chris followed as well. The class instantly cringed and turned away as Piper bent down. He wore a kilt and no one wanted to take any chances!

Chris got an older book, as did Hunter. The class started off with an interesting incentive. "Now then, Spark was about as exciting as a wax job, so how about I spice this class up abit huh?" Piper went into his desk and pulled out a strange vial. "This is Lucky stuff, I created it myself. Anyone who holds onto it will possess great luck. Now then, we are going to make a potion, page 76, whoever makes the best concoction, wins! Get going!"

Everyone was interested in this challenge, Hunter… not so much. Who needs luck when you are THEE Hunter Potter? The one who lived against Vincemort, you can't be luckier than that… still… it was a challenge.

As everyone read over the potion, he noticed the confused and perplexed faces. When he reached the page, Hunter too saw what they were confused about. The potion didn't give proper measurements let alone proper items. But that wasn't what troubled him. All over Hunter's book were notes scribbled into the margins, ingredients crossed off and replaced with others. Feeling as if he had nothing to lose, Hunter went with the notes scribbled into the pages.

As many had their tests blow up in their faces, Hunter's found his concoction had remained stable and kept bubbling at a none violent level. He didn't notice the angry glare Stephoine was giving him. She had trouble with this one. But Hunter continued on and kept pursuing the written instructions. In the end, no one had finished the potion in the way in was meant to be. Yet when Piper came to Hunter's creation, he was amazed. "Look at that, and he still has his eye brows! We have a winner!" he announced and presented the vial.

"Really? Wow…" he looked about the room as everyone stared at him bitterly. "What? I'm just as shocked as you are!"

"YOU CHEATED!" screamed a very angry Stephoine; never had Hunter dreamed Stephoine would ever call him a cheater. "This isn't fair!"

"He won, his didn't blow up… unlike your temper Miss. Now sit your ass back down!" Piper ordered.

Hunter grinned to the vial in his hand, he won it thanks to the book he has. Flipping through the pages, he noticed all of them had written suggestion and other ways of completing a potion. When he reached the back page he noticed a note. "This book belongs to the half bloodied prince? Damn, something tell me I don't wanna know how he got that name!" he whispered to himself.

When the class ended, Hunter stared at the vile of lucky potion, Stephoine glared at him silently as they walked the halls; Chris on the other hand was thrilled for him. "So, try it out! What can we do to see how lucky this stuff is?"

Hunter was against it, sure, he would be up to doing some mischief, but with the private lessons he will be starting with Darcodorf, he knew it shouldn't be risked. Instead, he turned to Stephoine and held the potion in front of her. "You want it, you take it. I got no need for lucky potion"

"Something tells me you already dipped your fingers into it Hunter, how else could you have made that potion in class without it blowing up!" she demanded of him. Stephoine began to walk faster until she appeared to be lost in the crowd.

"The girl holds a grudge, doesn't she?" Chris laughed.

However, Hunter didn't share the joke, the last thing he needs is a friend being pissed off at him for no reason. "I'll meet you in the common room Chris, I got to go tell Spark I am skipping his detention" In truth, he just wanted time alone. He had to think things through, not to mention try and figure out who the hell the half bloodied prince was!

Unbeknown to Hunter, he had found himself walking into the defense against the dark art class. Professor Spark was about to leave until he noticed the confused Potter. "What the hell do you want now?" Spark demanded.

Hunter snapped out of his trance. "Oh, I am skipping your detention, Darcodorf has ordered a new lesson for me. So yeah…" he followed up on the statement by raising his middle fingers to Spark. He walked out before another word could be said. He knew the professor was going to blow, his red face said it all! It brought a smile to Potter's face though as he could hear Spark cursing aloud as he left the room. But his attention soon focused back to the book that was until he heard Kane.

"WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU THINKING!" Recalling he had his invisibility robe, Hunter slipped it on and went to see what was happening. Down an empty hallway was Kane, shouting at Darcodorf.

"It doesn't concern you!"

"HELL IT DOES CONCERNS ME!" Kane screamed back. He watched as Kane grabbed his brother's hand and held it up, it was completely black now, his fingers turning to talons but in the middle of it all was an ugly ring. "You're losing your form, you know what happens when that occurs! Before I was worried you were becoming one of them… but now I see what you really are becoming"

Darcodorf fell silent. "It was meant to happen, leave me be" Darcodorf brushed past Kane harshly before vanishing into the darkness of the hallway.

"IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY!" Kane screamed. He stormed the other way, Hunter didn't move in time and Kane collided into him. Neither fell to the ground, yet Hunter high tailed it before Kane knew it was him.