Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 11 The DADA Teacher
(Sorry about saying Arithmancy instead of Divination, I don't know how I got the two mixed up
Malena J )
As Harry, Ron, and Hermione were playing Exploding Snap for the fifth time, Ron looked up at Harry.
"Harry," Ron asked. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"You know," Hermione said, "You do look paler than usual, maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey."
"Come on Harry," Ron inquired, "Spill the beans."
"I'm serious," Harry exclaimed, "There's nothing wrong."
"You know, you shouldn't lie to us," Ron said, "We're supposed to be your friends-"
"Is it about your dad?" Hermione said.
Harry looked up at the two of them. He nodded.
"What?" They both exclaimed.
"You know when you came upstairs Ron," Harry said quietly, making sure that no one could here but them (it didn't really matter, everyone else was having to much fun to really notice the three of them)
"Yeah," Said Ron.
"Well you see-" All of a sudden the portrait hole slammed shut for no apparent reason. There was no one there. Ron and Hermione looked up at the door, and then over at Harry.
"Don't tell me…" Ron said.
"Your dad's here!" hissed Hermione.
"The last time I checked," Harry whispered. "You see, he must be here on Voldemort's orders."
"Don't… Say… his… name," Ron said through gritted teeth.
"The only reason I knew he was there was because he was on the Map," Harry said, ignoring Ron. "Crookshanks knew that he was there, that's why Crookshanks was going haywire."
"He's here, oh my god…" Hermione said, "You know what Harry. Even if he is your father (Harry snorted) I think that under You-Know-Who's curse he might try to kill you."
"Who said anything about a curse," Harry said, "I think he went back to Voldemort willingly. Face it, where else was he going to go."
"Yeah," Ron said, "But still he's your dad."
"I'm going to bed," Harry said, not wanting to continue this conversation. "I'll see you tomorrow." Harry got up from his chair, and even though he knew Ron and Hermione were worried about him, he couldn't accept their pity. Face it, he had a pretty screwed up life. And it just got even weirder.
The next morning when Harry got up he scanned the Marauder's Map to see if his father was still there. He wasn't.
He's probably visiting his master, Harry thought bitterly, Probably plotting some horrific way to kill his own son. Harry threw the map back into his trunk, he grabbed his books and stomped downstairs.
Hermione was already waiting for him and Ron down in the common room, reading the book that was supposed to be Harry's.
"Hermione do you just want me to get you a copy of that for Christmas?" Harry asked, sitting down in a chair next to her. "Or will you already have it memorized so that way you won't need it anymore."
"Very funny Harry," Hermione said, not looking up from her (I mean Harry's!) book.
Ron came down the stairs a few minutes later, yawning and stretching.
"Ready to go to breakfast?" Ron yawned.
The three of them headed down to breakfast. After a few minutes into their meal hundreds of owls came flying through the open window. Hedwig fluttered down to Harry and knocked his toast out of his hand. He gave Hedwig some bacon and then tore open his letter.
Dear Harry,
We are not any closer to finding out who the new Death Eater is. I've spoken to Dumbledore and he says that he doesn't have a clue either. So Remus and I are going searching for a while. We may be passing by Hogwarts, if we do I'll be sure to contact you so we can possibly visit. Anyway, as always be careful and STAY OUT OF TROUBLE!
Sirius
P.S. Don't write me for a few weeks because it might give away our position.
"Well, we might be able to see Sirius soon," Harry said, handing Ron the letter.
"You mean he's coming here?" Hermione said.
"No, he might be just passing by. Hey, we'd better hurry. We have our first Defense against the Dark Arts class today." The three of them wolfed down the rest of their breakfast and hurried off to their first class.
There was a small crowd waiting outside the DADA classroom, anxiously waiting for the arrival of their DADA teacher. Five minutes before the class was supposed to begin the door opened mysteriously and the students walked in. Harry, Ron and Hermione took a seat in the second row and waited nervously for Professor Ralon to arrive. The bell rang and the teacher still didn't arrive. Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen and the teacher still didn't come. Hermione got so bored that she pulled Harry's book out of her bag. Ron was doodling on a piece of parchment and Harry was staring off into space.
All of a sudden there was a big BANG and a flash of purple light. A spell shot through the air and hit Hermione right in the jaw. She screamed and jumped out of her chair, clutching the side of her face.
"What is the point of knowing the spells if you don't know what to do if you're hit by one of them," said a husky voice from the corner. Professor Ralon stepped out from the shadows and gazed around the classroom. His eyes seemed to pass right through everyone as if he was reading their minds. All of a sudden he snapped his fingers and disappeared. Everyone looked around, bewildered. They had never seen anyone do that before.
"But, you can't apparate at Hogwarts," Hermione said softly, massaging her chin.
"That may be so," said a voice. Professor Ralon had appeared once again and was sitting behind his desk. "But there are special spells that you can use to break that rule." He snapped his fingers again and appeared instantly next to Ron, who nearly jumped a foot off of his seat.
"You will be learning these spells just in case you are ever in a situation where you need to make a fast, untraceable getaway," Professor Ralon said. Professor Ralon snapped his fingers once more and all of a sudden everyone was lifted out of their chairs and they were thrown to the ceiling. Lavender and Parvati were screaming hysterically. Neville was whimpering. Hermione muttered, "show off."
All of a sudden the desks were swept away with a wave of Professor Ralon's wand. He snapped his fingers once more and everyone fell painfully to the floor.
"Get up!" barked Professor Ralon. "Everyone to the side of the room." Everyone, moaning and groaning and rubbing their backsides, walked to the side of the room and stood in a line.
Professor Ralon gazed around the room for a moment before he barked out," WEASLEY!"
Ron looked startled.
"Y-you know my name?" He asked.
"Of course I know your name. COME HERE!" Ron stepped out from the wall and walked to the center of the room.
"SPINDELROUS!" Roared Professor Ralon. All of a sudden a spider creeped out of Professor Ralon's wand. With a small POP the spider turned to the size of a small dog. Ron backed into the wall as the spider grew nearer and nearer. Harry could see that he was trying not to run. As the spider advanced on Ron he got more and more scared looking. Finally he just moaned, "Make it go away. Please. I'm begging you."
Professor Ralon waved his wand and the spider disappeared.
"We will all be facing our fears in class. Whether they are a certain teacher or a bad grade," He looked over at Neville and Hermione. They shrank away into the shadows of the room.
"For today we will have one more person try and face their fears, everyone sit down." Professor Ralon glanced around the room as if he were looking for his next victim.
"POTTER!" He barked suddenly. Everyone jumped. "Come here." He beckoned Harry forward. Harry got up and walked to the middle of the room. Professor Ralon looked at Harry for five minutes. Suddenly he went for his wand and before Harry could do anything he was saying a curse.
"AVADA-" Harry ducked before he started on the second word. "KEDAVRA!" The spell missed because Harry had ducked, but he felt the burning heat of the spell pass by. Parvati and Lavender screamed. Neville fainted. Hermione, however, sprang to her feet.
"What do you think you're doing?!" She shrieked. "You could have killed Harry!"
"No," Professor Ralon said, "Avada Kedavra can't kill Potter. Can it?" Harry, who was still kneeling on the floor shrugged his shoulders.
"You will also be learning the unforgivable curses this year," Professor Ralon said quietly. "You may go."