(Authors Note) Alright, I do realize that all of the information in this chapter might not be EXACTLY accurate, but there's nothing more I can do, I'm just writing from my knowledge. Here's where some secrets start to be spilled out. Looketh! O' faithful readers, Alas, a chapter thou hast to read! Thou art faithful, Beith good and review! ZOUNDS! I am speaking in Shakespeare's English. Stupid English class. Thou art boring.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything remotely Harry Potter related or Post-It Companies or things like that. Yes that had to be there. No I am not creative enough to make these funny.
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Almost all the time after Draco had broken up with her and the large part of the Christmas Hols, Autumn had herself surrounded by piles of books in the library, reading them all more than once-over. When she wasn't in the library, she would lock herself up in her dorm room, Muggle music blasting bloody loud out of the bewitched radio. Harry was one of the only other Gryffindors who were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays, but he had reason. Autumn could have gone home, but if she would have, she wouldn't have returned. Harry assumed that the Muggle music was a way for her to be almost home. In mind at least.
Harry had become used to the Muggle music by the end of the Hols and had memorized the lyrics to some of the songs that had appealed to him the most. The few odd times that he would pass Autumn (she seemed to be avoiding him, but she was probably scared to spill another secret to him), he could smell her fragrance again and it was driving him mad that he didn't know what it was.
As for the other aspects of the Hols, Harry received a single Post-It® note from the Dursleys' and Dudley had already written a memo on it for him. 'Eat Dirt.' Then there was a book, 'The History of Quidditch' from Hermione, candy of all sorts from Ron, plus his usual knitted jumper from Mrs. Weasley and certificates for the Leaky Cauldron and Flourish and Blotts from Ginny and Seamus. He hadn't bothered to ask why they bought him a Christmas present together. By far, his best present had to be the personalized practice Snitch that Autumn had gotten her father to send to him from London. He couldn't remember Autumn ever opening her presents though, but even so, every day he saw her until classes re-commenced, she was wearing something new and her owl Ginger, would often drop in, sporting a miniature gold bracelet around her left foot.
The first day back was a riot and the first class the Gryffindor sixth year's had was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Lupin whom everyone was glad had returned. He was the first DADA teacher that they'd had for more than just one year, even if it wasn't in a row. Harry sighed as Autumn walked in the classroom, she was dressed exactly like all the other female students, but she seemed to have a different aura about her that day. Probably because this first class back happened to be with the Slytherins. Bloody hell, just their luck.
Autumn let out a mediocre sigh as she sat in her seat in front of Harry. She hadn't had much to day to him all Christmas Hols, but now she seemed to have loads to say to Hermione. Ron poked Harry's arm and pointed over to the Slytherin side of the room. Draco had just entered and was walking up to a rather large group, mostly of girls. Harry looked over at Autumn, whom had also noticed Draco walk in, and for good reason. His blonde hair wasn't slicked back as usual, several pieces were left to fall in his face, and he wore black plastic-framed glasses, the ones that models and rich people usually wear.
He took a seat next to Pansy Parkinson, and in noticing that Autumn was looking at him, he put his arm over top the backing of Pansy's chair and encircled it around the back of her, grinning. Autumn twisted around to look at Ron and Harry so fast that she nearly fell out of her chair. Hermione turned a second later. She saw what Autumn didn't, but wasn't about to tell her; she would have killed herself then and there. As Autumn started herself in a semi-quiet rampage of cursing Draco, Pansy, anything Slytherin, alcohol and her luck, Professor Lupin walked in.
"Hello class. I'm assuming you've all had exceptional Winter Holidays." The classroom buzzed with different answers. "Anyhow, I've decided that today's lesson should be done, even though Dumbledore thought I should hold off on it. Knowledge is power, I believe. Today's lesson will be about the unforgivable Curses, but namely the curse Avada Kedavra." The class shuffled at the mention. Autumn was the only one who didn't flinch.
Back in fourth year, Harry was the only student who'd had contact with the Avada K personally, until Mad-Eye Moody had spoken about it, but Harry assumed that since Autumn's mother was a dark witch, she'd probably done something along those lines too. Lupin walked towards the board at the front of the class then stopped.
"I'm sure you'll all remember what I'm going to say." He said. Draco snorted, his arm still around Pansy. Lupin ignored him and began telling the class about the origins of the curse names, their curse use, Imperio, Crucio and Avada Kedavra, and simple facts. The students sat, somewhat mesmerized. "Now, Avada Kedavra can only be done by very powerful wizards and witches." Lupin spoke, digging around in his desk for his wand. Upon finding it, he spoke again.
"To prove my point, underneath your desks is a jar with cockroaches that have been each put under the engorgement spell to make them a twofold bigger." Harry picked up the jar from underneath his and Ron's desk with the cockroaches that were two times bigger than the usual size. Ron jumped. It was apparent that he liked cockroaches as much as he liked spiders – not at all.
"Now I, as a teacher, am mostly capable of doing this. I am capable of killing a cockroach but I am not strong enough to fully kill something more powerful say, a wizard." He placed one of the roaches on his desk and watched it scuttle around a bit. "Watch and learn." Lupin pointed his wand at the trying-to-hide cockroach. "You can run but you can't hide!" He laughed. The class watched him intently. "Avada Kedavra!" He cried. Everyone jumped. A blue-green light emitted his wand and the cockroach let out a piercing cockroach squeak, then flipped over, dead on its back. Lupin pocketed his wand.
"Cool." Ron said.
"Now, I'm not expecting anyone to be able to do this, and to prove my point on how strong you have to be, you're all going to try to use the curse. Every one of you. When I point to you, bring up your roach jar and yourself. We will work from there." Lupin started at the Slytherin side of the room, with not one person capable of killing their cockroach. Draco had tried at least ten, if not more, times with no luck. Lupin pointed to Hermione. She rose properly with the jar in hand. The she tentatively took one out, placing it on Lupins desk. Standing back, pointing her wand, she cried out.
"Avada Kedavra!" Nothing happened. After Hermione couldn't kill it, the rest of the class seemed to give up. Hermione was most likely the strongest witch in their class. Both Harry and Ron failed the test with flying colors.
"Autumn?" Lupin spoke. Autumn got up, not looking at anyone. The roach that Ron had used was still on Lupin's desk, cowering underneath a piece of parchment. Autumn moved the parchment to Lupins desk chair, talking to herself all the while. "Now, Ms. Fortshamen, let's see you give it a try." Lupin said. Autumn backed away from the desk, wand pointed at the engorged bug. Her whole body became rigid and she cried out in the most horrific, non-Autumn voice ever.
"Avada Kedavra!" A strong, surging green-blue light overcame the classroom, then faded. A few red sparkles were left on the floor in front of Autumn's feet. She took a step forward, looking at the cockroach. It wasn't twitching or moving in any way. A few of the red sparkles encircled the corpse of the dead cockroach, then disappeared, but not before Lupin saw. It was dead. She looked towards the Professor whose jaw was dropped to the floor.
"Bloody hell." He breathed, breaking the silence. The class stared at Autumn. This was no joke. Just then, a memory came to Lupin's mind. "Autumn," he spoke. "Do you mind if I recall the class a story?"
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Alright, so maybe it seems a little un-realistic. But it could happen. What's this story that Lupin's going to recall to the class… maybe Autumn's anger towards Draco was the only thing that made it possible for her to succeed… R/R!!