PART TWO:
chapter seven:
Harry slumped in the corner of the DADA classroom as he watched the students file in. It was Gryffindor and Hufflepuff first years. He smiled when he caught his godsons eye.
The tables and been pushed into a large square border and Percy stood in the center, surveying his first class.
The moment the last student had sat down, Percy clapped his hands together loudly. The murmurs of nervous first years were immediately hushed.
"Hi, hello, and welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Potter and I created a schedule where we will teach you every other week. I just get the first day because you guys don't exactly know me." He stopped walking and made eye contact with every person in the room.
"My name is Percy Jackson. Call me Professor. That's good enough. I am American. Well, half American, but that's not important. I promise not to kill any of you kids but I will look like I am trying. This is my first time teaching anything, let alone magic.
"Now, can someone tell me what the three Unforgivable Curses are?"
He didn't waste anytime.
A Gryffindor raised his hand. "The torture curse, the controlling curse and the killing curse."
Percy laughed. "You can say it." He took out his wand and pointed at a student. Harrys' eyes widened but before he could jump in between them-
"Avada Kedabra."
The students trembled as the line of green light flew right past the kid, centimeters away from his ear, and shattered the window behind them. They stared at him in horror as he shook his head, disappointed. With a flick of his wand he repaired it.
Harry stormed into the square, jumping over one of the desks. "What the bloody hell was that? You could have killed someone!"
Percy rolled his eyes. "Then how do I teach them? In a safe, no-weapons environment? Look, Mr. Potter, I don't give a freaking schist what you do when it's your class but right now? I'm in charge, so you sit your scrawny butt in that corner and don't make any noise, or this time, I won't miss."
The students and Harry alike gaped at him. Harry stubbornly turned on his heel and went to his corner. He felt like a scolded puppy.
Percy smirked. Harry could see Thalia's smirk burned onto the back of his eyelids. She had been one heck of a professor.
"Now tell me class, what makes an art dark? Feel free to call out." Percy said.
"The curses like the three unforgivable ones."
Percy shook his head. "Wrong. An art is dark when the curse is used for dark purposes. Can someone tell me what makes the killing curse not dark?"
"Um, when someone is tortured, they would rather die than live in pain?"
Percy smiled giddily. Harry was reminded of Neville's parents. "Great. Now we're getting somewhere. Now, I'm going to get straight to the point. We will not be dueling with wands. We will be switching between weapons and wands. I mean, what're you going to do if someone breaks your wand? It's literally a twig. Who even thought of that?
"You're gonna learn how to fight with bronze and gold and occasionally, silver."
(Thalia used silver.)
"Who wants to volunteer?"
Teddy Remus Lupin raised his hand.
When Harry pulled himself out of his thoughts he realized the class was gone. Lunch was to be served in ten minutes.
Percy sat cross-legged on his desk with a student standing in front of him, his back towards Harry. Percy's green eyes were swirling with an emotion Harry had never seen in him before. Concern. "You've got to learn how to duck, Lupin. You want to end up like me?"
The boy's unmistakable turquoise hair swished as he shook his head. "No, sir."
Percy wrapped the brown cloth tightly around Teddy's left shoulder. The blood was seeping through it slightly.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The pair looked at Harry, startled by his sudden outburst. "Ahh," Percy grinned. "The Boy Who Lived is alive."
"What do you think you're doing?" Harry repeated.
"I'm preventing your godson from getting infected." He muttered a-matter-of-factly.
Harry grabbed Teddy's good hand and dragged him out of the room. "Come on, Ted, let's ask Hermione to do something about. She'll know." Teddy followed him reluctantly before casting an annoyed look at Percy. They both laughed resulting in Harry's blood boiling.
"Harry, why do you and Professor Jackson hate each other?"
Harry paused and glanced at him. "He's friends with really bad people. If he's anything like those two woman, he'll kill us all."
"Who are his friends?"
He hesitated before telling the boy. "Thalia and Annabeth."
"Who are they? Where are they now?"
Why was it so hard to say no to this eleven year old boy who lost his parents too soon?
Harry looked away and resumed walking, only answering as he slipped Teddy into the Transfiguration classroom into Hermione's care.
"Azkaban."
Hey guys! So if you don't remember Percy's intro, read the prologue! This is officially Part Two and I am super excited because there are many plot twists coming up.
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