(A/N: Freya, Blaise is NOT getting hit by a train!)

Chapter Fifty Three

"I take it that is why you dirtied my dungeon floor?" Snape asked.

"Yes sir."

"And why don't you want to tell anyone."

"I wouldn't want them to worry." Chris shrugged, "Besides, who knows what's going to happen?"

"You, obviously."

"Ha, ha." Chris said dryly, "So can I teach the famous Harry Potter how to do Occlumency?"

"Yes." Snape said, "I suppose I can condone you teaching him. But Christopher-" Chris looked up, slightly startled by Snape's use of his first name.

"Yes Professor?"

"While I do not approve of your decision not to tell anyone of your vision, I will not reveal what I have seen here tonight, on the condition that you do not reveal what you also have seen here."

Chris smiled, "Of course."

Little Tiny Line Break # 204

The next morning, being a Saturday, the students were free to do what they wanted. Blaise Zabini was currently watching Ginny Weasley from across the Great Hall, Ginny Weasley was noticing Blaise noticing and was pretending not to notice.

Draco Malfoy was standing in front of his mirror letting it tell him how good looking he was, Pansy Parkinson was braiding Raven Underwood's hair, Crabbe and Goyle were eating pancakes in the Great Hall.

Ron Weasley was out on the Quidditch pitch practicing, Hermione Granger was studying in the library and Harry Potter was looking for his Whitelighter.

Meanwhile, our hero, Christopher Halliwell, was sitting up a tree with a book, contemplating life, the universe and everything. And yes, even the number 42.

Harry spotted Chris up the tree in the courtyard and stopped underneath it, "Hey."

Chris looked down, "Oh, hey Harry."

"You're sitting in a tree."

"And you're standing on the ground."

Harry cocked his head to the side, "Huh?"

Chris swung his legs over the branch and looked down at Harry with a lazy smile, "Oh sorry, I thought we were having a game of state the obvious."

Harry shook his head, "You're unbelievable. C'mon, let's go."

Chris jumped down from the tree and tucked his copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in his pocket.

"Good book?"

"Best." Chris said, "So what did you want?"

"McGonagall told me to come and get you, you're late for your careers counseling session." (I wanted it to be on a Saturday instead of a Monday like in the book)

"Oh crap, is she pissed?"

"No." Harry laughed, "Just beware, Umbridge will sitting in the back of the office."

"Okay," Chris said as he ran off, "Thanks for the warning Potter!"

Chris knocked on the door to McGonagall's office, "Come in Black." McGonagall called.

Chris walked in, smiling sheepishly at his head of house, "Sorry Professor, I was, up a tree."

"Doing something constructive I hope?"

Chris pulled the novel out of his pocket, "Just reading."

"And that's why you're late to this meeting? Tell me why I shouldn't tell you to go finish that book?"

"While, from what I understand, Careers Counseling is actually against Educational Decree Number Twenty Six as you are not, I believe, paid to advise students on their future careers. I would very much like to discuss my options, as it appears I might be in this corner of the Wizarding World for a while. And, other then that, there's the fact I've finished my book." He offered with a shrug and apologetic smile.

"Ten points to Gryffindor for paying attention to the Educational decrees." McGonagall said with a slight smile, "Now, what would want to do after you graduate?"

"Well ma'am, I would like to be a healer, but you know, I can do that easily anyway. But I like the idea of teaching."

"Teaching?"

"Yes Professor, teaching, I really like the idea of it."

"Yes, I remember your classes at the start of the year, should I assume you would like to be teaching Potions?"

Chris grinned, "Yes actually, I would."

"Well, that entails you getting an O in your OWLs, I believe that's the mark Professor Snape's sets for his NEWT potions class."

"It is."

"There is several years of study involved if you chose to become a Potions Master before becoming a Professor and then that's a few more years of training-"

"Hem, hem."

"Another cough drop Delores?" McGonagall inquired.

"Teachers have to have respect for the rules." She offered, "And Mr Black, along with Mr Potter has a reputation for flouting the school rules."

"Well, that's beside the point Delores." Minerva said, handing Chris some pamphlets, "Did you ever think about becoming an Auror?"

"No, thought never crossed my mind."

"Why not? You would be suited for it-"

"Well, my demon hunting is a way for me to release my tension." He replied, "I've been taught not to mix business with pleasure."

"I see, but it's shown you excel in all the relevant courses, Transfiguration, Potions and I must say it's one of the highest grades I've seen since Professor Snape started teaching here. Also requires grades in Herbology and of course, Defence Against the Dark Arts, which I see you're doing reasonably well in…I think you would make a good Auror. But you would also make a great teacher Black, and really, like Miss Granger, with your grades there are a lot of doors are open for you."

"Thanks Professor." Chris said with a smile as he stood up and turned to Umbridge, "And you too Professor Umbridge." With that he walked out of the room.

Little Tiny Line Break # 205

(FYI- Fred and George are already gone.)

The Gryffindors all stood in the common room, Lee Jordan was standing in front of all of them, "Everybody!" he called.

"I asked you all here today for a reason, in commemoration of Fred and George's recent departure I decided," he picked up an old journal, "That we have some things to add to the Gryffindor Pranking Hall of Fame.

The pranks I'm about to mention are rival to those of the legendary Marauders, I reference especially to the prank where Padfoot and Prongs conjured a big black box, labeled it 'Oblivion' and proceeded to hex 'Snivellus' into it.

Well, lets start with the more recent ones shall we? The portable swamp in the corridor, the fireworks in the castle and of course, you all should remember the prank in the Great Hall involving the big drawn caricatures, a prank which amazingly, started with our esteemed Potions Professor, Severus Snape, singing the school song!" Everyone laughed at the memory, "So," Lee said with a grin, "it is with the greatest of pleasure I include not only Fred and George Weasley into this journal but Christopher Black as well!" A louder cheer broke out before the drinks appeared.

Harry leant over to Chris, "I can't believe our fathers did that to Snape."

Chris laughed, "Oh I've got something to look forward too in my next lesson."

Little Tiny Line Break # 206

Later that night

Chris was in the Founders Library finishing his portrait of the Founders, "You know," A thoughtful voice came from behind him, "I could dock points for you using this room, hell, I could get you expelled."

Green eyes turned from the painting and he smiled, "You wouldn't do that to me, would you Z?"

"You know Snowy, that painting's looking good. You almost done?"

"Just adding the finishing touches." He replied as he finished the red flecks in Godric's hair, casting a quick drying charm and another one to frame it Chris grinned, "All done."

"You want a hand putting it up?"

"Yeah, that would be great." He grinned, "thanks."

Together, they took the portrait of Founders out into the hall and a few minutes later Chris grinned as the portrait sprang to life.

"Well," Salzar said, "What are you making the password?"

Chris waved his hand and orbed Blaise to a lower floor, and looked around to make sure no one was around, "Okay," he said, "I want the password to be…Quidquid luce fuit, tenebris agit…'

"Interesting password." Chris turned to see Hermione and Harry behind him, "And beautiful painting, "So what does the password mean?"

Chris smiled, "That which happens in the light persists in the dark."

"Interesting philosophy." Hermione said.

"Not mine. Don't even know what bloody language it was originally."

"Where did you find it?" Harry asked.

"In the back of Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil." Chris replied, "It's one of my favorite books. So, see you guys!" Chris waved to the portraits and walked off.

Little Tiny Line Break # 207

The next day a DA meeting was scheduled, as people started filing in they were surprised, the usual training room had been replaced with something that was quite similar to Firenze's Divination room, and there, barefoot in the middle of the room, was a smirking Christopher Black.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, and Raven of course." He added cheekily, "Harry in all his infinite wisdom has relinquished his hold on tonight's meeting and I've taken the reigns because today kiddies, we're going to try some wandless magic!"

Grins spread across a lot of the DA members faces, "Now I have to ask, who here can already do a little wandless magic?"

Six people rose their hands, "Alright," he grinned, "so come show me what you got."

He waved his hand and six pots on stands appeared around the room, "So, step up to a pedestal and knock a pot off."

Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Raven Underwood, a fourth year he didn't know and two sixth years a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw all stepped up to the mark.

With practiced ease Draco Malfoy raised his hand and the pot lifted into the air, hovered for a few moments before gently resting back on the stand, "Thank you Mr Malfoy."

Ginny pointed her hand at the pot, her eyes narrowing, and to the surprise of almost everyone in the room (especially Ron), a stream of fire left her fingertips and the pot exploded, engulfed in flames.

The room fell silent a blush swept across Ginny's cheeks, the blush deepened when Chris started clapping, "Yay Ginny!" he squealed and pulled her into a quick hug, "Your brilliant!"

"Not that good."

Chris' eyebrow arched, "Miss Weasley, you're totally brilliant."

It was Raven's turn next, with a wave of her hand the pot shattered into millions of tiny pieces, "Remind me never to cross you Miss Underwood."

The next three went on not such a grand scale, rattling the pots and one actually managed to get the pot to fly directly to him.

"So," Chris said, "I want you to pair up-"

"We want to see you do some wandless stuff!" some members of the DA cried.

Chris arched an eyebrow, "You do, do you?"

"Yes."

He shrugged half-heartedly, "Oh, alright then."

A lineof pots appeared in a long line, "Now I'm not showing off, you guys wanted to see this remember?"

He rose a hand and the first pot flew into the air and Chris flicked his hands and the next one blew up, the next was incinirated, lightning hit the one after that simply shattered, "All done. Now the Chris shows off his powers show is over, partner up and find a couple of cushions."

Chris spent the next half-hour chastising those who pulled out their wands when they got frustrated, Ginny kept incinerating cushions and palm fronds, Hermione, to her great surprise, somehow managed to drench the cushion. And Raven, her partner, just watched with a knowing smile.

Hell even Ron Weasley managed to get flames licking the edge of his cushion, but Harry Potter, savior of the Wizarding world, couldn't make it go. And was getting overly frustrated.

So Chris dismissed the meeting and Harry, Draco, Pansy, Ginny, Hermione and Ron all stayed behind.

Harry went to move away from the cushion, "I don't think so Harry."

Harry turned to where both Chris and Draco were standing with their arms crossed, "What's the matter Potter? Did Black stutter?"

Both of them dropped their arms and laughed, "Oh your face!" Chris laughed, "But seriously, I want you to pick this up before we leave here tonight."

"And how do you suppose I do that?" Harry demanded as his whitelighter stood, placing the pillow between them.

"Your powers are tied to your emotions Harry," God I sound like my dad…Chris thought to himself as he continued, "How else do you think the hospital bed caught fire? I was pissed off." He explained, "I mean, I set fire to an entire library when I was six by screaming at my mother because she wouldn't let me play with Excalibur."

"You had a temper tantrum about your sword?" Draco smirked.

"Actually, I was throwing a temper tantrum because Wyatt was using my sword and I couldn't." he laughed, "Now Harry, visualize the cushion doing something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know...how about the Happy Dance?"