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-PP


Professor McGonagall nodded at him briefly as he slid into his chair next to Ron just as the bell rang for class. "Welcome back to Transfiguration ladies and gentlemen. Our focus this year will be on conjuration, the art of bringing into existence that which never was. As with all transfiguration the main thing to remember is visualization." She continued on with her lecture, Harry mindlessly flicking his wand at his desk, creating figurines of his friends as well as Padfoot and Prongs, animating them to chase each other around.

What he hadn't realized was that he was distracting the entire class with his spell work. "Mr. Potter. Care to explain why you felt the need to distract my entire class?" Harry looked up, everyone in class was staring at his desk, and with his slight lapse in concentration both 'Padfoot' and 'Prongs' tripped over their own feet and skidded off the side of his desk, crashing to the floor moments later.

"Err, I didn't realize that I was being disruptive, I was just applying what you were talking about, I figured that starting with something small would be best, and then I set about animating them with a charm Fil…Professor Flitwick was teaching me at breakfast." Harry looked uncomfortable, not sure if he had done right or not.

McGonagall gave him a curt nod before returning to her lecture. Hermione gave him a look that chastised him for interrupting class when she was trying to learn. He flashed her a cheeky grin and levitated his broken figurines back onto his desk, repaired them, and set them about each other again.

Professor McGonagall held him back after class. "Harry you seem to have an advanced understanding of transfiguration, where did this come from?" Harry shrugged and explained the conversation he and Dumbledore had about understanding magic.

"Since then, I've been experimenting with a few things, also since I've mastered my Occlumency I have been able to visualize things much better and thus my transfigurations and conjuring have gotten much better."

She nodded in understanding and waved him off, "Well keep at it, I enjoy having more Gryffindors putting in the extra time." Harry grinned and stood up, explaining that he had to make it back to his own classroom before his next class began. Professor McGonagall waved him off and he set off, pulling his robes over his head as he went and shrinking them as he stuffed them into his pocket.


After dinner that night Harry collapsed into his favorite chair by the fire. Though it was still early September, the castle was drafty and the fire was welcoming. "I am so glad that I learned that I could translocate inside the castle, otherwise my Mondays would not work at all." He had seen three of his seven classes for the week that day, the remaining days of the week he only had one class per day which was the only thing that kept him sane throughout his very long day.

Hermione sat at one end of the couch, her feet on Ron's lap at the other end, her Transfiguration book in her hand, "Do you think anyone else would be able to punch a hole like you do? It could compromise the security of the castle if word got out."

Harry shook his head, "Nah, I have to put a decent amount of power into it, and from what Severus told me at lunch, I have quite a deep power reserve as far as my mental abilities go compared to him or even Tom. Also Tom wouldn't even think of using anything but Magic, and he doesn't see Legillimency as anything but Magic so I don't see how he would stumble upon the idea of translocation when apparating works just as well for him."

Ron looked up from a pile of parchment that he had been scrawling on, taking advantage of the break in conversation, "So Harry will you be playing Quiddich this year or no?" Hermione kicked him and he winced, "What? What'd I do?"

"We were having a rather serious conversation Ronald, and you're worried about Quiddich?" Hermione was giving him a very angry look. Ron look sheepishly at her feet in his lap, mumbling to himself about innocent questions.

Harry was laughing, but the topic of conversation had garnered the attention of the rest of the common room. "No, I won't be playing Quiddich, it wouldn't really be fair to the other teams." This elicited groans and yells of anger, which caused Harry to stand on his chair so that he could see everyone, "I can find the Snitch and capture it without taking off on my broom, it is mostly instinct for me at this point and I don't want to cause the team to forfeit the match."

The yelling reduced to a simmer of grumbles and everyone returned to their studying and homework. Harry returned to his seat and turned to Ginny, who was sitting across the fire form him, "You'll do great as seeker, Ron will have to hold tryouts, but I doubt that anyone will out fly you. If you'd like you can borrow my broom, not that you need it." He winked which caused her to blush but she nodded and mouthed 'thank you' where Ron couldn't see it.

The rest of his week went more or less uneventfully. Without meaning to he ended up showing off in most of his classes due to his newfound understanding of magic. Probably due to his teaching schedule he wasn't due in Potions until Friday afternoon, and despite his truce with Snape he wasn't looking forward to his least favorite class.

Thursday morning brought distraction in the form of his 6th year NEWT DADA class. It was smaller than his First through Fifth year classes as you needed an EE or better on your DADA OWL in order to get in. All of his DA members as well as the Slytherin contingent of Malfoy, Zabini, Parkinson, Davis, and Greengrass made up the roster. Without Crabbe and Goyle to back him up, Malfoy was not as immediately as acidic as he normally would be, however it didn't take him long to disrupt class. Soon after Harry passed out and explained the Syllabus he spoke up, "What exactly gives you the authority to teach this class Potter? Bending over for the Headmaster are we?" He laughed and looked around for support from his fellow Slytherins, only finding support from Pansy and Blaise.

"Ten points from Slytherin for insulting a professor, a further five for not addressing me properly. When we're in my classroom Mr. Malfoy, its Professor Potter." Malfoy scowled at him but did not retort. "Furthermore I do not need to explain or prove myself to you. My appointment was approved by the Board of Governers and the Heads of House, yes even Professor Snape. However since you've so nicely volunteered to be made an example of, how about a friendly wager?"

Malfoy was looking uncomfortable but he raised an eyebrow at Harry, motioning him to continue, "You and I duel right now as an example to the class, give them an idea of what I expect from them. The duel will last for five minutes, or until one of us is unable to continue. For every minute you last I will excuse you from one week of my class, I'll call it independent study so you won't get yelled at by another professor. However if you lose you will serve detention with me every Sunday evening for each minute that remains before the five minute limit from when you lose. Do you accept?"

Draco was looking around nervously but both Blaise and Pansy were egging him on. Tracey and Daphne were also urging him, but he could tell that their goal was to watch Draco be soundly defeated. Not wanting to let his fellow purebloods down Malfoy stood and strode to a point in the room opposite Harry and assumed a dueling stance. Harry pushed the rest of the students back gently and erected a dueling shield to protect them from stray spells. "Mr. Malfoy, try not to use any spells that I will have to report you for, we will start on Ms. Davis' signal."

From outside the shield Tracey drew her wand and a few seconds later fired red sparks that arched over the domed top of the shield. As soon as the red light left her wand Draco burst into action, hammering Harry with a volley of spells hoping to catch him off guard. Just as swiftly Harry had predicted Draco's plan of attack and threw up appropriate shields as Draco called out his attacks. It took slightly longer than Harry expected for Draco to tire and just after the one minute mark of the duel Harry slipped a silent, point cast stunner in between his opponents shields and dropped the blond boy to the ground unceremoniously. It wasn't a fancy duel but Harry had achieved his victory without being too showy about it. He summoned Draco's wand as he dropped the dueling shield and strode across the room to revive him.

Pansy was glaring at him as he enervated Draco and offered him a hand to pull him to his feet. Draco accepted it grudgingly and politely accepted his wand back from Harry. "Draco you lasted just over a minute so you owe me four Sundays. Meet me here after dinner and try not to be late. They won't be very long detentions if you show up on time and don't argue with me too much." The boy nodded as he returned to his seat, and accepted the offer of chocolate from Hermione whom he had to pass to sit down. Pansy tried to fawn over him but he shrugged her off, focusing on eating the chocolate to restore some of the energy he had expended during the duel.

"Now as I was saying I expect a ninety percent proficiency on these spells by the end of the month, and I'm hoping that you will be able to master silent casting by the Christmas holidays. I will be running the DA on Saturday evenings in the Great Hall for those who are interested in getting some extra spell work in with a proper tutor. Everyone is welcome, and I hope that you Slytherins won't be too proud to join us, it helps a lot more than you might think." They spent the rest of the class brushing up on some of the more complicated spells on the list, Hermione and Neville breaking apart halfway through class to work on casting silent shields.

After the double period was over they all filed out to head to lunch together. Harry stayed behind to check his copies of the syllabi, telling his friends he would catch them up in a few minutes. When he was bent over his filing cabinet in his office stowing the papers away he was suddenly aware of emotions other than his own in the room. Turning he saw Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass standing in his doorway. He took his seat and gestured to the girls to sit in his guest chairs, "How can I help you two?" he asked, adopting an attentive posture.

"We just wanted to tell you that we really enjoyed your class, you have a great approach to teaching and it is refreshing after a year of that vile woman last year." Said Tracey, smiling at him genuinely. Daphne took over at this point, "Yeah and we also wanted to thank you for 'demonstrating' to Draco without completely shaming him. You gave him a fair chance to back out and you didn't use anything outside of his repertoire to prove your point. It gives him less ammunition to complain about later, especially since he had an audience for the duel."

Harry nodded, "I honestly don't think that Draco is a bad person," he began, but stopped. Where had that come from? Am I subconsciously reading people and more importantly is it changing my opinions of them? He continued, "He felt the need to duel me after you all urged him into it, backing down would not have been very Pureblood of him, no offense." They both waved him off, "None taken, we're both from relatively new Pureblood families, so we don't actually see ourselves as Draco sees himself." Harry nodded and his stomach took that lull in the conversation to make its needs known.

"Well as you can tell I'm looking forward to lunch. I'm also looking forward to seeing you two on Saturday evening, need to spice it up somehow. Two pretty witches from Slytherin will certainly keep people on their toes." As he said this he stood and walked out of the classroom with the two girls. "Why professor," drawled Tracey good-naturedly, "Is it really appropriate for you to bring attention to the appearance of two of your students?"

Harry laughed and gestured to the door of the classroom they were leaving behind, "Oh I stopped being a professor when we walked out of the room, now I'm just plain old Harry." Daphne grinned at him and said mischievously, "Oh I highly doubt that there is anything plain about you Mr. Potter." All three of the teens broke into laughter as they entered the Great Hall and separated, heading to their respective house tables.


A/N: I can have two of these, right? Someone requested that they get to know more about me (probably because my profile is empty and I'm too lazy to be bothered with it. I'm a graduate student in my mid-20's. Some of my classes give me time to write, some don't. I have a heavier load this semester, thus the slower updates. I would like to thank you all for following along and I appreciate your patronage. Hope you all had lovely Valentine's day last week ;)

-PP