Harry Potter and Big Sister

Chapter 9: P.E. Class and Self-Study?

The outside of the castle during midnight was quiet, nothing move, nothing making a noise, no light except those from millions of stars shining on the black sky, unlike the moon or the sun, despite there was many of them, they're not strong enough to illuminate anything down on the surface of the Earth, everywhere not covered in artificial light are plunged into the cold darkness of the night, signifying the time where most creatures and human should stop their works and go to rest, preparing for the duty they have to do when the next dawn repel this natural darkness.

Looking through the window in her room on the third floor, Aisha could see clearly the infamous Forbidden Forest that located just outside the castle wall of Hogwarts, under the shadow of the great tree that dwarfed even a giant, there's nothing but darkness, not even a glowing pair of eyes to indicate that this forest still living, only light of fire from the small hut belongs to Hagrid beside it telling that the guard of the castle still there, adding mysterious and charm to this ever-lasting place more than she could imagined.

The sight of this dark, cold, and if went by Dumbledore's warning during the opening feast, dangerous wood brings back her memories of that faithful night, the night where her decision was made and what shaped her into the person she was today…

At that time, the corruption was growing steadily, the war was spreading, engulfed cities, villages, and plunging civilizations into flame of destructions and sorrows, while she and her friends tried their hardest to stay alive, obtaining more power, knowledge, and every methods to at least end this conflict sooner, but everything they had still insufficient at the time.

Despite her devotion to the art of arcane, delving into even the arts forbidden in her land, expanded her understanding of the sorcery down to the very concept, they still not enough, as a single person could only do so much before reaching limitation, and one person cannot be everywhere at once.

It was then that she has been offered a choice by a Greater Powers, who despite their omnipresent and vast knowledge, couldn't do anything without mortal harnessing their essences, seeking the worthy one, or rather, in case of one of them, she accidentally founded them when she had fulfilled their requirements by chance.

Turned out, she rejected the easier path, the deal with that cute little thing that had power exceed those of the mortals because of just one silly part of the deal she doesn't like, along with the thought of what her little brother would've thought once he knew what she had done to achieve the peace of her homeland. Then went on the longer path filled with pain and suffering that literally twisted and reconstruct her knowledge, her philosophy, her moral code, her view of nature itself from the ground up, tear down what she has learnt and rebuilt, tear down and rebuilt, again and again…

Standing at the window of her quarter in Hogwarts, the diminutive purple haired Professor thought back to that day, what if… what if she had accept the deal of that entity, a shade of much darker grey by human standard, yes, much darker grey, as what she achieved, what code she chose to follow right now can be view as 'grey' or 'black' by normal human too, it's just that alien that human moral code would've see it as such any other way, thus it made no difference in the end, only the source of power she chose to wield.

The test she conducted upon student bodies is what she did to see if any of her student having such a mindset as her or not, and the results were as she predicted, they're lean toward Black and White scales, they can't see anything more than that… things that required to become like what she had become need the apprentice to see past that standard… not even her Little Brother had what it take to learn what she had learnt, least it'll broke him, badly...

"It seems I was right after all, teaching them these basic stuffs instead of my way of Magic… which will only break them…" She muttered softly to herself, feeling a bit lonely that in this land, she might as well the only one who practiced this art, and the closest one to get to her point is someone who wants Harry's head…

No… she shook her head slightly at the thought of that madman who dared to harm her Little Brother even when he was just a baby… 'He's just like the other came before him, tempted and drunken by what power they possessed, not knowing that what they discovered is nothing but another test issued by… the great Mother Nature… as Kreacher called her, herself, stopping them from reaching where I am now.'

Still, there's no denying that Voldermort is powerful, and she's not sure if she would win if she has to face him directly, powerful as she might be, she's not someone who'll underestimate her enemies anymore after what she and her friends went through, after what price they had to pay for their survival. Thus she hope to prolong the confrontation with the Big Bad himself out for a while, until she has enough concrete information about his abilities and his minions that's not just stupid rumors and groundless urban legends she read from the record in History Book borrowed from Harry, something that make harder as the only source of information she could use is Dumbledore's Order of Phoenix, Ministry is out of the question, so gathering something that's helpful to this course is going to be a challenge in itself.

A knocking sound on the window shattered her thought, her hand nearly flew at her trusty staff when the single green orb adorn metallic body stare back at her, letting her know who's the intruder. She let out a huff, shaking her head, she slid open the window letting the sentient robot in.

The four spider-like limbs cling to the wall as the Scout drone make its way into the quarter before hopping down onto the floor, its green eyes stare directly at the girl before its monotonous voice broke silence to report its finding "TK 421 reporting Mistress Aisha…"

Aisha raise her hand up gesturing the robot to stop, before sit down on the couch that was a makeshift bed in her quarter, and then that she turns her attention to the Nasod Scout drone. "OK, now I'm set, what do you got today?"

Its eyes turned red before start playback the records of its adventure around the castle, and by extension, the letter that Umbridge sent to the Ministry this night. Once it's completed, Aisha started to feel a bit of headache as she sighed at the news the Scout Drone brought to her, it seem she has another problem to deal with.

Granted, it was a given considered what she just did today in front of the representative from Ministry was something that would tipped them off that she's not Muggle like they previously assumed, and knowing how capable she is will stir up the paranoid inside their mind and force them to try to gain some comforts back, likely by installing more rules and decrees to restrict her movement.

Aisha snorts, not that she care, she doubt they would go through with their plan when they see that her next lesson are practically harmless to them… well, in their eyes at least, while she's skeptical about this assessment if her bout with the Order that day was any indication, as she's sure that some normal old martial art master, even in this world, can probably kick those Pureblood Wizards pompous ass if they happen to know that magic exist and prepare for it beforehand, not to mention… she blushed a little… Elsword, Wizards will never stand a chance against him, not when Killing curse can miss if the target duck out of the way like this.

Shaking her blush off her face, and move to the desk to pick up glass of water to pour down her suddenly thirsty throat, she knew there's another problem coming her way, this one from Malfoy family, she knew it of course, with that kid bragging loudly in the hall this dinner she would be deaf to not heard any of it. But let them try, as if they can find any record of her in the first place.

Noticing that it's one in the morning, she moved to her couch, pulling out a blanket, lies down, and drifted into the dreamless sleep, preparing herself for the next class tomorrow.

A few days later…

Harry groaned while fumbling around his bed to find his glasses in irritation, the sleep in these past few days wasn't a pleasant experience and he barely get to rest at all. And it involved that damn blasted dark-narrow hallways every single time! Something that he thought will never surface again after he met his Sister.

Ignoring the snoring from nearby bed, the patter of raindrop hitting the window and occasional thunderclap, he finally got his glasses. He put them on, get up and start his routine, change his clothes, go down to the common room, say hello to any friends who's not an idiot that believe in that stupid lies of Daily Prophet, get out of Gryffindor dorm, and having a breakfast.

Glancing at the teacher table from the quite empty table of Gryffindor in the main hall, Harry suppressed a sigh once he saw that Aisha's seat was empty, it's always like this for nearly a whole week now, it's as if she never touch breakfast to save weight like some crazy teenager girls like to do, something which worried him despite he know too well that she's anything but that.

Speaking of worry, Harry picks up a toast absent-mindedly while thinking back to the first DADA class with her, wondering about her so-called 'test' for the hundredth time during the span of few days, well… from Monday to Friday at least, but the fact still remain that he cannot find the appropriate answers to her questions, nor does he find what was being tested. After all, when one giving a question, they must want to know the 'Right' answer, but no one will ever give the right answer to that kind of questions, as everything was flawed, if so, how can she gauge the score of her students at all?

Then there's a matter of Umbridge, Harry grimaced at the sight of Toad Lady in her ever-ugly dress, this time it's Orange! Slowly making her way to the table and sit down to have her breakfast, but not before she send him a chilling, dissatisfied glare at his direction, showing her not-quite-subtle intention of her being here in Hogwarts for him to see, while other teachers simply ignored it and mind only their own breakfast.

A sound of dragging snapped him out of his thought as he looked to the side only to see Ron and Hermione sitting down on both side of his seat before both of them start complaining about Fred and George somehow posted another advertising poster about getting someone to test their 'Product' for some Galleons on the House's billboard again just after she tore it out days before! And from the ranting Hermione currently snapping at Ron, they has incorporated some kind of enchantment to make sure that the bushy haired Prefect couldn't get it out anytime soon.

"Why I'm not surprising…" Harry mutter to himself quietly, knowing that this's coming a miles away from the moment he saw her tore the first poster out, as persistent as the twin he know of, it wouldn't be them if they're not trying something to one-upped the law-keepers (of the school, at least.) like this, and if they don't succeed this time, well, it's their fault for challenging Hermione openly like this making it extremely likely, they'll go underground for sure, so they don't have to bother with these kind of 'Set back' of their Master plan for their joke shop any longer.

It seems these thought made him spaced out a bit, as Ron begin prodding him at his shoulder while asking "Hey, Harry, what do you think?"

That snapped him out of his thought as he look back and ask "Sorry, Ron, what do ask?"

"Concerning about your El… I mean, Professor Aisha aren't you?" Hermione piped up before quickly correct herself when she realized she nearly breaks the promise given to Aisha regarding her relationship with Harry, then she explain in details when Harry gave her a confused look. "I mean, she didn't show up in the morning at all, while she does show up during lunch and dinner, she never talk to anyone and always has that serious face on."

Harry couldn't help but admire his friend's keen attention to some details that he missed before nodded and answer her. "Yeah, I'm kind like that, I mean, she never talked to us at all after that class, haven't her? Oh, did you two get to talk with her during your curfew patrol?" He quickly asks back after realizing that both of his best friends are Prefects.

Ron shook his head and replies with his mouth full earning a glare from Hermione which he paid no attention to at the moment thanks to the growling stomach. "No such luck, mate, I never see her patrolling around at all if you're asking that."

Glancing at Hermione and see her shook her head lightly, Harry know that her answer is the same.

He sighed, it's not like he wanted to pester Aisha with his own problems, she'll likely shoo him away while scolding 'You should've try solve that yourself first!' or something along that line, something that he always adhere as his ways of life, he just worried about her, that's all.

However, since neither Hermione nor Ron could use Occlumency, they didn't know what he's thinking, thus the conversation went on, by the bushy haired girl who stood up, hands on her hip and staring at him while she deliver another line. "I don't know why you should worry about her, isn't we have a class with her today, the first period of the day to be exact."

That knocked Harry back to his sense in an instant, he facepalm himself, groaned mentally while saying to Hermione who just sit down again. "Why I'm not thinking about that earlier, it would save me the headache."

"Maybe it was you're having a lot of weird dreams lately that you cannot let it go as you have to record it for Professor Trelawney's homework?" Ron suggests, trying to disperse the heavy atmosphere around them.

But that only serves to bring out another issue regarding the Boy-who-lived himself as it reminded him of what he just saw in his dream last night, however, as absurd as it might sound, he knew that telling his friends about it won't make it any better, as both of them already knew about that since he told them at 12th Grimmauld Place last summer and both cannot form any answer better than
"the connection between him and Voldermort", and the only other options he could turn to for advice somehow has been avoiding him lately.

Not that he actually angry about Dumbledore for this though, as both of them know as much that they're in tight spot regarding the issue with the Ministry already, no need to bring more fuel to the fire. But still, went to such length to avoid him is too much, no, let just say BOTH of them avoiding each other could be more appropriate, Harry not sure why, but his guts feeling keep telling him that going to Dumbledore now will only set both of them into danger path, and consider his instinct has keep him safe where his thought has failed him so many times throughout all these years, he's more than obliged to follow it.

However, Ron saw that he didn't reply after that, become worried again thus the redhead quickly spoke up. "C'mon mate, no need to think too hard about it, you've enough on your plate already, getting something irreverent like a dream into consideration."

Harry took in what Ron said, then suddenly smirk inside while formulate something up, before he turn at Ron, and spoke with neutrality in his voice. "Somehow I feel I should be more worry after hearing you say that."

Both Ron and Hermione raise their eyebrows at the sudden statement, before Harry quickly follows up tried hardest not to laugh. "You speak like a sage there, that's what makes me feel worried if you're the real Ron I knew for the past five years or not, or you're someone impersonating Ron."

The redhead's cheek turned crimson with anger before he lashed out, both hands rising overhead comically while Harry clutching the side, laughing. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

Hermione sighed at the display before quickly finishing her meals and stand up, grabbed her books and let out her displeasure in two words "Hmph, Boys…" before storming out from the hall, passing the students who just awake and begin filling the hall as both boys stop their quarrel and hurried up to finish their meal so they can get out before those foul whispers start getting on their nerves like the past few days again.

Even though they feel like they forget something, but they put that thought to the back of their mind as they go to the castle's entrance, waiting for more students to gather up before venture outside to meet their first lesson of the day.H

Later on that morning…

The masses of fifth year students from all four houses step out into the chilling air of September morning, although the sky was a little gloomy as if the rain could pour down at any moment if it get any thicker, none is that much worrying about it, quite the opposite, some of them deliberately HOPED that it'll pour down, as it only serves to motivate the teacher who has to teach outside to cancel their classes, which in turn mean a free period to do whatever they want to do.

However, the sun shining past the clouds illuminating more and more of the fresh, green grassy field on the school courtyard dispelled that illusion, as it was a sign that the cloud is dispersing as they walking down, mean that the rain more than likely not come to pass. So after a while, most of the fifth year's lazy students or the bigots against their teacher of unknown origin give up that hope and hurried down, thinking that the faster the class ends the better.

When Harry and his friends arrived on the field just outside of the main gate of the castle, alongside with other fifth year students from all houses, they found that they arrived early before the first class begin for about fifteen minutes, thus not all students are present there as there's still plenty of time before they'd be considered late to the class after all.

At first, nobody was around at the grassy field aside from the early arrival, however with careful looking around for a few moments, they finally found their DADA teacher at the far side of the castle wall and walk toward her. They get closer nearly about ten meters from her before able to see clearly that she still clad in her usual garb, the schoolgirl-lookalike purple shirt and short skirt, a white jacket, all while she is doing some sort of movements… Harry couldn't call it a dance because she move so slowly, slow enough that he afraid that she'll lose balance and fall over in some stances that she let her center of gravity out of place for such a long time, even it was clear after small observation that she could manage just fine.

Truth to be told, when he saw her slowly moving her palms in large circle while stepping around, he thought that his big sister has learned gymnastic, except that, like the speculation about dancing before, too slow to be a gymnastic, and once he realized that she incorporated a mild, weak looking punches, palm strikes, hands flicking, and elbows subtly into her moves, he suspect and wonder at the same time that if this's a martial art she learned, how in the world one defend themselves with such a slow moving technique that's so easy to read and dodge at all.

A wind suddenly blow across the field, strong enough to flip the long-brownish wizard and witch robe of students gathered there up or even blow someone across the field (Colin Creevey comes to his mind), so the scream from female students is inevitable as their knee-length skirts were not exempt from this rule of nature.

However, luckily for them that their dignity didn't tarnished mych for those whose skirts was lifted, as the boys were also not so much of staring at them when it happened, but rather, for some that didn't try to stop their robes from flying away, they starred at their teacher as her skirt also lifted… as if they thought that they could get some blackmail materials out of it, only to disappointed as they saw that she wear another shorts underneath to keep her modesty intact no matter what!

"I told you all not to wear robes to my class today… and you lot just don't get it… do you?" Their teacher seem to not care about the boys who attempted to squeeze a good look under her skirt, and instead berated them for disobey her order a few days earlier while her body still going through fluid motions of the pseudo-dance-gymnastic-thing without flaws despite winds still blowing around, her gaze look upon the mass of her students who just scrambled enough to reform rows and lines nearby with disapproval. "However, as this may be the first time Hogwarts has any outdoor activity like this, I'll let it slide just once… next time, I'll deduce ten points per student who doesn't follow my instruction on your outfit to wear on exercise…"

She pause her speech a little, and then throws another bombshell that makes everyone groan in protest. "…from every single houses equally, as you see, this's a joint class, so you all are equally students in my eyes, it's your duty to help reminding your fellow, whether they're the same house of yours or not, thus if one Gryffindor do not wear their attires as I say, then Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin all get 10 points taken away as well as Gryffindor, vice versa!"

After that statement, her exercising motions come to a finish as she stood up straight, hands slid behind her back, her face has mild sweats running down all over even though her expression didn't seem to indicate tiredness, and now her sharp glare fell upon the student mass, which quickly avert her gaze wherever it went on pure instinct, something that Harry noted to asked how a mere gaze could instill such feeling into the receivers later.

"As you all know from our previous classes…" Aisha continues, ignoring the relieve sigh emanated from the student bodies that she didn't deduce point from their house as a punishment… temporary. "…this period will be a physical education class, that's what normal human called. Our aim is to improve your physical body, endurance and strength being the primary concern…"

"…as I told you last time we met…" She quickly said before any of the students, mostly some pure-blood bigot in Slytherin in particular "…magic may allow a lot of options and utilities, but having a good healthy body always a benefit, even in spellcasting though it's not directly visible, you don't want your spell to fail because you catch a cold and cough during the incantation would you?"

A sound of snicker echoed through the air at that comment, but she paid them no mind while continue on with serious face. "…Laugh it all you like, I'm not in any delusion that some of you, who believe that magic is all that matter for Wizardkind, will ever heed my word until it blow up in your face. But as this's a Defense Class, while I let you handle the spell aspects as you see fit, I'll whip your Self-Defense without using wand into shape, not to the same level as martial artists, but at least enough to fend for yourself."

At this Malfoy, who stand in front of the Slytherin group, can't resisted the urge to insult his teacher, who despite gaining some respect from him that she cannot be any run-of-a-mill Muggle, still loathe anything Muggle-related, and ask her sarcastically "But your demonstration in previous class also use your own magic to do it, you have yet to make a living example why this whole 'Physical Training' is important to us, Professor."

Instantly, Aisha, who was standing just about a meter away from the students group, sprang into action, in the students' eyes witness, her form turned into a blur shot out toward the pale blonde boy who can only blink once before the diminutive Professor was upon him, her brownish gloved fist lashed out at his head with such a force that create a wind blowing his blonde hair behind, only to stopped just a single inch away from connecting on his face and send him flying with a broken nose!

Malfoy's eyes widen in shock at the sudden attack that he didn't even have a time to draw his wand out, let alone start chanting spell, his face went white, his hands hung uselessly at his sides, his form shaking in fear, while other students also shared the same reaction, too stun to act.

"Well?" Aisha snorts in… contempt? Slowly draw her fist back and right herself up, she then start her verbal chewing on the poor Malfoy. "Where's your magic that will save you from getting punch then, boy? From what I saw, you don't even consider drawing your wand, you froze up at my sudden movement, your eyes unfocused and not registered any incoming potential threat, and you don't even try to defend yourself from my strike, let alone trying to put your distance away from me to buy time and cast spell! I ask you, Mr. Draco Malfoy, do you honestly think that you'll be able to cast any charms, jinx or hex to defend yourself in this split second?"

Malfoy opened his mouth and shut it without noise, his eyes tried it hardest to avert gaze of purple orbs next to him, seem too fear to answer her question, that, or he couldn't confidently say that he can stop her punch earlier, nobody know, and Aisha decided that she shouldn't press further as the point has been made, so she turn back and start walking away to her former position.

It was then that Malfoy's face turned red in rage as he let it overcome his fear due to the humiliation she just gave him, and when she present the opportunity like this, how can he let it slip past? Thus, before anyone could notice him, he quickly draws a wand from his pocket, point at the small Defense Professor, who still turned her back at him, and yelled out a spell incantation. "Stupefy!"

Unlike the first class where Aisha was prepared to cancel out the spell before it even formed, this time the red glow on the tip of Malfoy wand expanded, before soaring out in red bolt of light straight toward the middle of the back of unsuspecting Professor, the sight make the pale blonde smirk, thinking that he'll now humiliate her and get his revenge in the next second…

What he didn't expected is for Aisha to casually make one sidestep, elegantly spin in place to let the red bolt graze the tip of her white jacket, before come to a stop when she face the attacker again, while the red bolt of light simply move forward and hit the enchanted outer castle wall in a red spark without causing any damage to the ancient construct at all.

"Well…" Aisha begins, while glaring at the boy who looks like he shrink down a few inches when he rushed to hide behind his goon, Crabbe and Goyle, in almost comical manner, the only thing prevent him from being a laughing stock of other three houses present there was that intense glare from their teacher also shifting around, as if to dared anyone brave enough to do just that and receive her wrath. "I must thank you for demonstrating just WHY physical training is important in Defense even if you have magic… anyone wise enough to clarify the point for Mr. Malfoy here in word?"

Silent, everyone keep looking at each other, but no one dared to even speak out, only sound of cold wind brushed gently on their robe can be heard, until one slowly hand show up from the crowd, which make him become the target of Aisha's glare in an instant, but once she saw who it was that want to answer her question, her lip shot up in a slight smirk before vanish a second later when she called him out loud. "So, care to enlighten our class, Mr. Potter?"

All eyes quickly zero on the Boy-Who-Lived, who slowly taking down his hand while looking nervously at his adoptive sister, before he decided to use this opportunity to rub his so-called rival of-sort-from-Slytherin in the face. "Er, if the attack come too fast for us to cast the spell in time, then it's only our reflex that'll save us from harms, and you can't move out of the way that fast if your body is not physically fit enough to do it , is that right, Si… Professor?" he nearly slips up his relation with the diminutive Professor, but managed to correct himself in time.

Aisha nodded "Correct… and five points for Gryffindor…" even though they just get a point, no one ever dare to cheer out as the glare that Aisha still send at them clearly promised that if they do, those five points will vanish in an instant. She then turned toward Malfoy who's now come out of hiding behind his goons once more. "… That being said, Mr. Malfoy, from what I did earlier, assume you did not freeze up, your physical strength, and by extension, body reflex, is still lacking that my punch will land on you regardless."

"And to sate your curiosity, my friends considered me as just half-baked at martial art, not an expert…" Aisha declared in a matter-of-fact manner. She paused for a while, letting the fact sink in the mind of students, and then drill it in by the next sentence. "…yes, I'm not that good in this kind of things either, but any 'Muggle' martial artist worth his salt will be on your face in a fraction of second, faster than what I did to Mr. Malfoy here even! And before your spell even left your wand, your nose or your wand hand will already break by then! And I have yet to say what's going to happen when you face off against some hostile creatures whose agility and magical resistance surpassed yours."

Normally, any Slytherin, especially those pureblood bigots, including some offspring of pureblood families in Wizarding World in general, would've scoff at her words and laugh at the thought of mundane method being superior to magic, but the display of her mock attack on Malfoy earlier, coupled with the seriousness of her voice and her death-glare was all that need to drive the point home that this's not a joke but a harsh reality of the world outside their backward society which they have yet to see and experience.

Another factor that made Aisha's words more believable is that it was what she experienced first-handed! Words backed up by the truth always much more convincing whether the speaker citing the example out of those truth in their explanation or not, as it worked on the subconscious level that's not noticeable by self. If one's to lie, their mind will always burden guilt, affecting their voice to be less convincing, laced with uncertainties, unless the individual was a compulsive lair by nature or believed firmly that they were doing the right thing, even Occlumency of highest level will be unable to completely fix it.

As for Aisha, her experience came from her friend back at her homeland, sure, Elsword wasn't a martial artist as much as he was a sword man, but the point still stand that mundane arts of fighting still able to trump magic if he know what he's doing, as it's true as well that Elsword is more refined in the art of close combat and he can reliably beat her if he can force his opponents into such situation, which isn't that hard at all, contrary to what many arrogant Wizards and Witches on this world might think of themselves.

Truth to be told, it always amazed her to no end that he still managed to be keep up with her despite having no magic to reinforce his muscles or enhance his senses and reflex, on top of wearing those heavy armors on his person! And when he take them off for a mock spar with others shoot his already impressive speed through the roof, to the point that only Rena and Ara could claimed to be faster than him, and in case of Ara, this claim only hold true when she fused with her deity. The only thing keeping Elsword from stomping the girl clean for an easy win in a spar was her many magical enhancements casted on her body and wide arsenal of high-speed versatile spells she possessed that nullified his advantage and even out the playing field.

Thus, if she forgoes all magic and use only martial arts, she's guarantee to lose to Elsword in three seconds flat, not mention the more agile Ara, or the more experienced and combat-harden Raven.

Aisha then turn her attention back to the present, looking at the round faced boy of the House of Lion, the one who she met on train, Neville Longbottom, who sports a nervous look while trying his hardest to keep straight face while rise up his hand to tell her that he has a question.

"So, Mr. Longbottom, what do you have in mind to share with us?" She asks politely, without any ounce of threat or displeasure in her voice, trying her best to not unnerving the shy and confidence-lacking boy in front of the Gryffindor group.

Even then, Neville hesitate a bit, just like any students who have to meet her gaze directly in the past few days of her time in Hogwarts, before he mustered up courage to blurt out loud. "Aren't there a magic to increase our physical strength? Professor Aisha, if we can learn that, then wasn't this course being irreverent to us?"

To the surprise of every single student there, instead of berate him for dare questioning her curriculum, Aisha's lip curls into clearly visible smile, not her regular lip-twitching that only took place a split second before vanished like before, but a genuine, appreciative and approval smile, and then, she replies. "A fair legitimate question, Mr. Longbottom, I think you just win your house another five points…"

The group of students now all pay attention to her intently, as in everyone's mind, learning the spell would be a better alternative to the exhausting physical exercise their teacher wished to push them through, and curious that why Professor Aisha didn't think about it beforehand, as from her reaction, it's clear that she know about the spell Neville mentioned too.

They do not need to wait for long, as she turns to address everyone there in the next moment. "There is, in fact, a spell to enhance one's physical strength in your Wizarding world, BUT…" she adds loudly when the group of students, particularly Slytherin, cheered up in joy. "…The Ministry… no… not only Britain's, International Confederation of Wizards forbids the teaching and practicing of this and any related spells! So sorry, no teachers in this school, or anyone in the world will be able to teach you, assuming that they can mastered it in the first place."

The whole fifth year students gathered there explode the same word from their mouths. "What!?" Especially Slytherin who just a second ago planned to pressure their teacher to teach this spell instead of mundane thing to them, groan in despair, leaving it up to Mafoy to produce something more productive for the house of snake again with his question. "Why did they have to do that? Isn't this spell is good for defensing ourselves, er… Professor…" He grudgingly called her title as he didn't satisfy one bit about doing this exercise, and of course, her punch earlier still fresh in his mind even it didn't connect, it still a blow to his pride.

At least, his efforts to put up a polite front to this diminutive teacher bore fruit as her next sentence directed at him. "A good question, Mr. Malfoy, I'll give your house five points for that…"

That makes Malfoy smirks a little for the contribution to his house, if only for a while.

Aisha paused a little, confirming the attention of the students, and recall what she read from the texts that Hogwarts graciously provided her before the school year, before she continues. "… Your international government banned the practice of the physical enhancement spell not because it's Dark Arts, but because of its extremely high chance of killing the users upon Successful Casting!" she emphasis the 'Successful Casting' part as to let them know that it's not the failed spell that kill the user, but the success one. "From the records, some witches or wizards who's lucky enough to survive the ordeal has to spend years in your magical hospital, two-third of the survivors cripple for the rest of their life despite being placed in care of the best healer the hospital could provide at the time…"

"But it make no sense!" one Ravenclaw student exclaimed out loud, drawing attention of Aisha, whose gaze forced her to cowed behind her classmate in an instant, until the teacher called out on her to speak, that she stuttering "…I… I mean… why would someone devise a spell that has high potential to doom the caster himself that everyone was forbid from using it, Professor?"

Aisha let out a sigh, shot the student a 'Are you stupid?' look, before answer said Ravenclaw in brutal honesty "I'm not the inventor of this spell so I don't have any answer for that." That made the student in question avert her gaze, face redden in shame for non-constructive question unfitting for the house of wisdom he belongs to. "But if you ask why this spell kills most witches and wizards who cast, or tried to cast it, I have a theory… which may or may not be true… and it's tie to what I aimed to teach you today…"

At that word, her hands slipped inside her jacket before produce a bottle of water and a small teacup, and then she held it in front for everyone to see "Tell me, if I pour all the water in this bottle into this teacup until not a single drop left, what will happen? Oh, wait…" she quickly adds with a grin. "…no magic involved in all these actions of course…"

This kind of question didn't take rocket science or Dumbledore's wisdom to figure out, thus even the dumbest of the dumb know answer, the straight-forward one at least, and while Hermione's hand shot up first, Aisha seem to decide that the house of Lion has got enough points from her today already, not that this kind of answer will provide point for them if they do not dig deeper beneath the obvious one. Thus she selected one of the Hufflepuff, which Harry recognized as Justin Finch-Fletchley, who answer. "Water will spill out of the teacup when it is full, Professor Aisha." And stop just that, which seem to disappoint her a little bit.

Seeing her disappointed look make Justin realize that something in his answer was wrong, but he doesn't know what and look genuinely confused like the rest of his house, while Hermione's hand persisted to stood out among the crowd, this time, Aisha cannot ignore her further, as it seem that Ravenclaw respected the bushy haired girl from Gryffindor, or it's just a custom to give the first one who sort problem out credit, that, or they just plain fear Aisha, thus she turn her attention to Hermione, but not before sarcastically thank Justin for his 'Dumb Answer' first. "Thanks for the obvious… Mr. Finch-Fletchley, now, it seem that Ms. Granger has other idea, are you not?"

Hermione quickly summarize her finding and replies to her friend's elder sister. "You're saying that human muscles cannot endure the enchantment and take damage from the spell?"

Aisha nodded a little "Another five points for Gryffindor…" then she addresses the group "…as Miss Granger just point out, the spell's target is every muscles inside the body of caster… but you cannot just reinforce your muscle or body without limit, if you pour in too much than your body able to take, the excess energy will result in critical injury of the caster as he or she pushed herself beyond what their body could possibly endure…"

Aisha slid bottle of water back behind her jacket, holding the teacup up right between her eyes, before she closed it as if trying to concentrate, to the surprise of students, the cup glowed faint blue light for a few second, then the light faded and Aisha open her eyes once more.

Before anyone could ask what she just done, Aisha turn around and throw the teacup full-force at the castle wall not a meter away from her! Only for the teacup to defy any logic and commonsense by bouncing off the stone wall with the loud 'Clank!' and rolling back toward the purple haired girl! And once she picked it back up and held high for everyone to see, a few gasps can be heard as they saw that the teacup not only survived, but completely fine that there's not even a single scratch on its surface!

"Professor…" Hermione began with shaking voice, as if terrified at what Aisha just done "…is that the spell… you speak of?"

"Body reinforcement spells has their roots in Transfiguration… but it's much like Animagus or Metamorpmagus in that it modifies caster's body… though a bit different." Aisha explains, swinging her teacup by the holder around without much concern "…what I did to this little teacup is more or less a Transfiguration, in a sense, instead of turning it into something else like what you learned for the past five years, I just reinforce its structural integrity to become stronger, thus the result…" she then throw it against the wall again, and the teacup just stubbornly refused to shatter like a good normal teacup would again.

She then pick it up the second time, glancing at the students who stood at her attention after the show, she then proceed to elaborates. "Now, the problem is, you cannot just reinforce any objects, be it your muscles or anything, even the inanimate one, without limitation like what normal Transfiguration was able to… if you try…" the teacup glowed once more, with brighter blue light than the last one for a few seconds, a visible cracks and lines formed around its frame and then, shattered into tiny pieces falling down to the ground, no, not just that, once the pieces touch the ground, it simply disintegrated! "…it'll be just like this."

"My guess is that the body enhancements spell conferred caster's muscles and every organ with a specific amount of power, but as I demonstrated, if said amount is too much for caster's body to take, it'll break them down to the bone." She tries to avoid using scientific terms in general, as Wizarding world is quite backward and non-developing in this regard if her conversation with Professor Flitwick during the first day after class was any indication, which is quite effective, as no question like 'what is this mean?' or 'what is that mean?' coming out from students at all, only their shudder caught her eyes.

Aisha glancing around after that, seeing that her students can be categorized in only two departments, too fat or too lean, not a single ounce of 'healthy muscles' visible, even though the robe did its job quite well in hiding their appearance, but Aisha's quite confident that her assumption is not wrong, thus she tell them bluntly. "My guess is that it required certain amount of physical strength of the caster's body, and I doubt that any of you will have what it required to take the spell even if by some miracle the government decides to lift a ban on it. In fact, I doubt that even players in this so-called throwing ball on flying broom…"

"Quidditch… Professor…" one Hufflepuff fill her in the name of the popular sport of Wizarding world when it was clear she forgot it, but then again, no one dared to laugh at her.

"Yes, even Quidditch players will unable to use it without cripple for life either, consider that most of movement you'll use is conferred by a magical broomstick… how their muscles will develop with a sport like that is beyond me." Aisha finished her tirade with a little contempt in her voice.

"This subject, the spell in question is more or less Transfiguration, so you can ask Professor McGonagall for more details yourself… now that you know why this spell cannot be taught… What is it Mr. Malfoy?" She tried to get back on what she want to teach them after told them where to find more information on reinforcement spell, but it seem the pale blonde fifth year Prefect of Slytherin has other idea.

"What about potion?" He asked, surprising a number of Ravenclaw and Hermione for not thinking about such option before "Since there're potions that enhance our strength, even if it's minor in effect, but we can still drink more to multiply the effects right?"

Aisha blink at the stupidity of the Malfoy who came from the house whose teacher is a Potioneer himself, wondering how the boy be the favorite one among their peer if he could even ignore the basic of the basic like this, then again, when she think about it, Wizarding world isn't that bright on Scientific thinking either, so she sighed and tell him. "Next time you see Professor Snape, which if I'm correct, you'll have a class with him this afternoon, aren't you?"

Seeing Malfoy and Harry nodded in tandem confirming her suspicion, she continues "Then asks him this question 'What is Poison?'… yes, that's the question…" she quickly adds when she saw that most of the students are looking at her in confusion "if he ask back why you ask him that, tell him the story, tell him about this class, if he is what I think he is, he'll know what I am talking about, and surely his answer will be quite… enlightening for all of you…"

Harry think that the only time he'll ask Snape about it is when the Hell freeze over, as for him, he think that doing so will cost his house more points and no tangible answer from the slimy Professor instead. Well, at least she did not order them to ask, so it's purely optional.

"Now we're wasting a good twenty minutes without getting into class yet…" Aisha suddenly declared, before pointing along the castle's outer wall. "Our first lesson is simple, stretching your body now! Then after you're all done, we'll start running lap around the castle!"

No more questions after her order, the students, despite mostly in robes and dresses that do not fit for such activity, started stretching, but some also quite stubborn and refused to do it, when Aisha asked why, they replied that running is enough for them and she simply nodded, well, let them learn by mistake then…

After five minutes passed, Aisha ordered the entire class to start running, with her at the back of the bulk of them to oversee if any will dare to break formation to slack off elsewhere.

The result were quite as she predicted, and more evident when they're about halfway around the castle, some student start panting heavily, face redden, their robe soaked with sweats, many tired themselves out to the point they start dragging their legs along the ground instead of running, some collapsed when they start tripping their own robe as they're too tired to move their limbs properly, only just about one-tenth, are still fit to continue.

Seeing the carnage before her eyes, Aisha shouted order to those who still fit enough to finish the lap around the castle without her, and promised them that if they cheated when they're out of her sight, she'll see to it that they'd get 'a punishment fitting for cheater.', not that it's necessary though, but she still have to reminded them nonetheless.

Then the small girl turned her attention toward the heap of robes lying all around the field that is her students and sighed, as she thought, they're really unfit and in very bad shape for such physical training, perhaps after a month or so she could work something out for them. But for now, she casually strode past the Slytherin Prefect who's lying on the soft grass in undignified manner, trying to catch his breathes, while his two gorillas-like lackeys fared better, but still not much to be remarkable, as they only get a few dozen meters farther than their boss before slumping down as the rest of their classes.

Slowly walking, Aisha finally stumbled upon the so-called genius of Gryffindor fifth year, Hermione…

Feeling like to chat, Aisha kneels down in front of the girl who was breathing hard and loud due to tiredness, before asking. "How are you feeling, Ms. Granger? It seems my class is not that well receive by young witches and wizards." She motioned her head toward all students lying around who's too tired to care who their teacher is speaking to.

But to be fair, Hermione isn't in much better shape either, she still trying to catch her breath, looking at Aisha who sitting next to her, she noticed that her Professor doesn't even have a single drop of sweat on her, thus she ask back "Is… your… magic… training… including… this… too,… Professor?"

Aisha fold her arms, and answer back with seriousness "At first? I'm just like all of you that lying around here, but when I'm about ten…" She paused a little, looking around and see that even though everyone still trying to catch their own breathes doesn't mean they won't eavesdropping her, thus she choose her words carefully. "…something bad happened, and I know from that event that relying on magic to defend oneself isn't going to cut it, so I started training my body from then on."

"I… see…"

Aisha put up a stern face, before warn her. "Don't forget, you have to self-study your own spells for defense class, and that will be your homework this weekend, I'll call you out to demonstrate in front of classroom as a test, maybe you should begin forming a group of students to help each other in that regard."

Hermione now feel well enough, so she get up and replies to her teacher/her friend's elder sister. "Thanks for the advice Professor Aisha."

But the Professor doesn't paying attention to Hermione at the time, her purple eyes glance around the field seeing that she garnered everyone's attention, eavesdropping even, so she then stood up, cough once, and speaks loudly "It seem everyone is up and beating again, so go on…" she pointed along the field "get yourself moving, do not taking advantage of others who do the hard work!"

"What!" seethed Malfoy disbelievingly "You're going to force us to run again?"

Aisha frowned, temperature around her seem to dropped a few dozen degrees, before replies coldly "If you can shout that loud, then you have enough energy to run, Mr. Malfoy, everyone has to finish one lap around the castle before class end, no exception!"

"I'll tell my father for this!" Malfoy decide to play his last card, which somewhat super-effective against other teachers thus far barring Professor Snape, McGonagall and Binn, though the latter is because he just don't care about anything as he's just a ghost, thus he thought that this small Professor should cowed in and leave him to rest here as demanded.

But Malfoy forget that Aisha did not come from his community, thus there's no way she'll know how influential his father is, and even if she know, after surviving a war that claimed millions of life, this's nothing to her.

Predictably, she looks upset, frowning even, glared in Malfoy's direction, caused him to move backward and tripped over his robe, falling flat on the ground, while Aisha then tells him in his face. "I care not who your father is… I only care that if you do not finish the lap around the castle before class end, I'll not give your house a single more point today! Oh, that's right…" she smirk a little, then declare loudly for everyone to hear "If your house finished the lap before the class end, I'll award that house with extra one hundred points, note that everyone from your house MUST-FINISH IT, so get your legs going ladies and boys!"

And so they start running yet again… with no one waste their breath to protest her as they do not want their house to fall behind by such large margin on the house cup competition just yet…

When the group of the 'Weak' students finally finishes the lap 30 minutes later, Aisha applaud them for finish a lap around the castle before the bell rang, thus awarding every single house with points she promised, earning a cheering sound echoed from everyone there, well, everyone that's not lying on the ground, out of their breathe, with sour and aches sensation coursing through their legs to the point that they can barely stand, some practically splayed on the ground, too tired to move.

However, the happiness didn't last, as then Aisha decide to chew them out some more before letting them go to their next classes, not that there will be many who can really go to their classes anyway, as from her observation, at least half of them may need to rest in the infirmary for the rest of the morning, maybe more.

"Before I let you go back to the castle, I have this to say…" Aisha called them "…start self-study your self-defense magic, curses and counter curses, while there're no particular orders in what spells you should study, I'll suggest to look into basic, like disarming charm, or stunner charm first, as I may or may not ask you to perform in front of the next class we meet."

At those words, groans from the collective of students can be heard even from the upper wall of Hogwarts, but Aisha ignore them and tell them even more bad news. "Another thing is, after observing your performance today, you should consider doing more exercise, this's entirely optional, but of course, 'Only those who did it will gain it…' What you'll gain, I'll leave you to figure it out, it's pretty obvious, you know? And I expect development from you as well…"

Harry, who's one of the few still standing, was rubbing his sweats with his handkerchief, wondering why his Sister has to speak in such cryptic manner instead of telling them outright, this behavior is quite confusing him the first time he met her few years back then, and he never once questioned her why she love to do this so much. He decide that he has to ask this next time he come up with an excuse to meet her though.

Aisha continue on, unaware of what Harry's thinking "For self-study, I suggest that you all form a group to help each other, but make sure to inform your head of the house just to be safe, considered that Ministry prohibit me from teaching them, at least your house teacher can give advice. Now, the class is dismissed…"

Everyone scurried away from her at that moment, stagger toward the castle, while some who's too tired to move simply fell asleep on the spot, forcing their housemate to carries them back on top of being tired themselves.

From Harry's perspective, only Dean from his house, who played football as his hobby during summer break, that has yet to show any sign tiredness, not breaking a sweat, in fact, he hear the boy complained that Aisha should've let them run at least two laps around the castle even!

Focus his mind back to the present, Harry cannot help but impressed at one hell of a trick she devised to keep their education going. Especially the trio of Gryffindor who already know about her restriction upon becoming teacher here and see how tight the grip was on her position, and yet it seem that she can one-up anything Ministry can throw at her without directly defying them at all.

Still, Harry scowled when he think about it while walking beside his two friends, his Sister have so much magic power, possessed knowledge that no one in Wizarding world ever know, why should she resign to subterfuge action and go along with the system like this? Sure, he has questioned this in his mind multiple times and cannot come up with any more suitable answer than 'Like you know where Voldermort's hiding' or ''

"Harry…" Hermione's voice reached his ears, from the stutter, it seem she hasn't recover yet. "How can you… not tired… like us?"

Then he heard Ron who's walking between him and the girl, who's not much better, repeat the same question with slight jealousy. "I… want to know… that too…"

Harry suppress the smile that trying to creep up on his face, feeling good that he's at least can do something better than Hermione or not, he doesn't want to rub it in their face as they're only few friends he has left after all, so he casually replies, trying his best not to make it look smug. "I used to run away from Dudley when I was young, so it's kind of help out… I think…"

Seeing that pursuing this topic won't do any good, he change subject to what his Sister just said, ignoring the stares and whispers from other students who rushing past the main hall to get to their classes. "So, what about this self-study Ai… Professor Aisha wanted us to do? Do any of you have any idea that might work?"

Hermione frowned deeply; as if he just forced her to bring out something unpleasant, before muttering, almost whisper to Harry. "I have a few ideas, and it's not really hard to do, just cooperation from you, Harry, but that's not important right now."

Ron suddenly gasps loudly. "Impossible! How can Hermione see something more important than study?"

Hermione nearly tripped the stairs when she hears that, she then scold him back "Ron… Aisha is much more suspicious than we thought, and many of her tales do not add up at all…"

"Why?" both boys ask simultaneously.

"Something about her… her magic… just doesn't right… that's all I can say… for lack of better word…" Hermione reluctantly replies. "You see how she demonstrated magic in class, don't you?"

Both Ron and Harry nodded, but Harry can't help but adds his thought "If you're going to say that she can cast it wandless and wordless, that's old news already you know."

Hermione shook her head at the sheer dumbness of her friends, before patiently explain "Did you not notice the hypocrisy of the situation she told us? For the latest example, the International Confederation of Wizards banned the use and practice of reinforcement spells… whatever that's called, so that we cannot get an easy way out of this exercise, and Aisha can use it without problem…"

"Wait, wait, Hermione…" Harry quickly argues "…they banned the use on human don't they? She just used it on teacup, and as she said, it's just transfiguration which is the closest thing to that spell she mentioned and nothing else…"

"You're going to say that she didn't use it at all when she punched Malfoy?" Hermione shot back, before stopping in the hallway, forcing the other two to stop as well. "Since you're the most 'healthy' of all students, not mention you're a head taller than her, has more muscles even, would you mind trying it? Just think of that armor suit as Malfoy and punch, try to do it as fast and as hard as Professor."

Harry looked at where the bushy haired girl is looking and saw one of the Armor next to the wall, he look around the hallway, hesitate a little, when he saw there was no one here at all he shrugged and said "Fine, I think I can do it like her, heck, I think even Crabbe and Goyle can do it better than me."

"Proof it…" Hermione said simply, crossing her arms, with Ron glancing between the two with worrying look.

Harry see no point in arguing further without proof of some sort, thus he now standing about a meter from the target, hand held at chest height, curled into a fist, in a stance he emulate from boxers he once saw in TV, it wouldn't be hard even if he never once did it before, beside, his opponent… is just an air, not living thing, not even that suit of armor because he doesn't plan to broke his hand yet, how hard can it be?

Harry drew his fist backward, legs positioned in preparation, and launched himself at the imaginary foe, only to surprise as his leapt wasn't as fast as Aisha, who reached Malfoy in a blink of an eye, nor his punch is as swift or powerful as hers as well, not only that, due to how he step with little to no regard of his own balance, his momentum carried himself forward, tripping and diving his face onto the wall next to the intended target, but his fist connected to it first with a soft crack before himself plummeting down to the floor.

Pain spiking from his hand nearly make his tear drop, while his friends rushed to help pick him up from kneeling position. He heard them ask how much he hurt himself, when he tried flexing his injured hand, pain shot up once more, but it's not as bad as he can still move it like normal, thus he told them that he need to see Madam Promfey.

Hermione couldn't resist berating him at least once "So, easy to do huh?"

No matter how irritating, Harry now see that Hermione was right about Aisha, as he, who should be stronger than her in physical department considered both of their stature, cannot move as fast as her, heck, compared to what he saw she did on the field, he's more like a snail.

"I see…" He winced at the pain on his hand, before agreed with his friend "It seem my Sister can use Magic to reinforce her body after all… wonder how can she use it without end up cripple for life…"

"No Harry, you ask the wrong question… her physical condition maybe better than what she look, thus made her able to take the spell, if her own theory is true of course…" Hermione shot back, before contemplated what she should say a moment, then telling the other two. "…the real question is… where did she learn it? As the book and tome that has instruction of how to do it should be locked away or already lost per Wizarding Community placing a ban against them, I bet that our book will only mention this spell in the passing, no incantation, no instruction at all."

No one has any answer for her question, as they make their way to the infirmary in silence…

Author's Note: Just saw the developer's notes about Aisha's design, and noticed the irony, as Elemental Master's "Prototype" is supposed to look like a Professor, the role she reluctantly embraced in this fiction! But it didn't get past the drawing board and we got Elemental Master Aisha we know of today just because Developer noted that even when she grow up Aisha should look like that of a High School Student at best and not Professor considering her small stature even when she's 15 at the beginning of the game, oh, well.

As for someone worried about Aisha would be "Too powerful and overshadow Harry" I think I will manage, after all, we have a recent lesson in Maoyuu Maou Yuusha, where being Powerful (The Hero) doesn't mean one can solve every problems, and Aisha is no exception, else she'd have blast her way through the Ministry to make them preparing themselves against Voldermort (indirectly at least.) or just rush the Voldermort's Stronghold and kill him instead of becoming a teacher. (Even if, at this point of the HP series, it won't stick for long, for the reason everyone should already know.)

As for body reinforcement spell, I take lessons from multiple sources, here, it behave a little like Nasuverse where there's a limit how much you can reinforce something before it break. But the spell itself is Aisha's base class Accelerator buff of course!

Rate and Review as you see fit, I still reluctant to ask for beta reader though... maybe I'm just that stubborn, oh well, whatever...