Disclaimer: this story uses characters and settings from J.K. Rowlings wonderful creation Harry Potter. I get neither fame nor money for the stories I create off her work. All I get is the reviews my readers grace me with. This yet another collaboration with darkshadowedrose. This one is a bit of an even split the way The Day Albus Dumbledore Never Remembers is.
Yet Another Universe
Chapter 26
The defense class was amazed the following weekend when it was pointed out to them their lists were incomplete. Although they had written every defense spell they had been taught, Lex Luthor claimed their lists were incomplete. He told Ron to try and incapacitate him using any spell where as he would try and incapacitate Ron only using only spells taught in charms class up through fourth year. The battle lasted thirty seconds Harry cast a wingardium leviosa spell on Ron's wand followed by accio. Ron was wandless.
Dale Armitage instantly challenged the results. "Come off it Luthor he's a pretty pathetic example don't you think."
"You think you can do better?"
"I'm positive."
"Okay same rules or are you open to bit more of a challenge."
"I'm up for any challenge."
"All right I'll limit myself to charms through sixth year."
"Fine."
"You cast first." Harry side stepped the poorly aimed spell Dale cast. Then he snapped off an aguamenti immediately followed by a freezing charm. Then stepped forward to retrieve Dale's wand. Harry then cast a warming charm followed a drying charm on him and gave him a pepper up potion he pulled from his pack. The students stood there in shock.
"Defense is a mind set of taking what you know and applying it to a practical application. This," he waved his wand, "is your weapon. From the minute someone picks up a wand they carry with them a potentially lethal weapon, ninety five percent of witches and wizards will never raise their wand to use it as such. But as the current situation outside of Hogwarts exemplifies, there are that five percent that don't hesitate to raise their wands to hurt others. My question is, do the five percent have the right to force everyone else into their narrow view of how life should be? Something for you all to think about. In the mean time let's repeat last weeks lesson. Until all of you have expelliarmus solid, I don't want to move on." At the end of class Lex smiled and said, "Good I can tell some of you practiced over the last week. Redo last weeks homework in view of what I showed you. Next week I think we'll work on targeting."
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Severus Snape waited until all the students had left the room before ending the disillusionment spell that had cloaked him from their view. He had to admit the boy hero was doing a decent job teaching defense. He focused on the practical and used an out of the box teaching approach. When he had first heard about the class a week ago he'd shown up to defend his snakes if necessary but boy hero had used an absolutely dominating demonstration to establish that he was in charge. Of course his opponents had been barely competent school children. Boy hero still couldn't dominate his duels with Filius and Severus, himself.
He had voted in favor of bringing the hero here, but he counted that more as a mark of his desperation to get out from under the thumbs of the two powerful men that called themselves his master. How he hated both of them. He found it infinitely amusing that Dumbledore's hero hated the old man almost as much as he hated the Dark Lord. The lad's determination to stay as far from the Headmaster's clutches as possible was astounding. Severus wasn't sure if he admired or envied the boy more. He envied his go to hell attitude towards the Headmaster. How he wished he could do the same. But Severus was a marked man, and the Headmaster never failed to remind him of the debts he owed.
Harry was his mother's son. His brilliance at discovering a counter to the Cruciatus made Severus certain of that. Once his hair was colored and he put in contacts it was almost possible to forget he was James Potter's spawn. But then the boy would do a prank or pull an brilliant quidditch move and Severus would be reminded that this was Potter's brat and the hatred would burn in his belly...
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In Slytherin House the winds of discontent were blowing. Many of the teens, who for years thought they would eventually become followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named, found themselves questioning everything they had been taught about the Dark Lord. The teens that had families that were neutral, found that rather than doing their best to not be noticed by the dark and powerful, they could find a sort of comfort in the shadow of the brash seventh year, who for all his devil take it attitude was actually a caring and considerate person if you didn't piss him off. It was into this unrest, that one morning a portrait was found hanging on the wall of the common room.