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Harry Does Different CDVI

Advanced DADA

"That IS enough of this nonsense, Potter." The dark clad professor sneered "Your feeblemindedness is even worse than I thought possible. We will take this up again Thursday at 8PM. Now, detention cannot reasonably cover every possible lesson you clearly need. You may inform your puerile associates I am instructing you in remedial Potions. Your classroom performance justifies little better. Get out of my sight."

Harry had a literally blinding headache after the assaults on his mind. He grunted a vague acknowledgement in the general direction of the shadow and stumbled from his office.

"Alright there?" Hermione jumped up as soon as he entered the Common Room, caught his arm and guided him to an open couch.

Ron was somewhat attentive, as he pushed a pillow behind his back, but typically expressive "You look like shite mate. Worse than Snape's usual detention."

"Could be worse." Replied Harry with a snort, pinching his nose "Stuck me with what he calls remedial Potions." He allowed his head to roll on the cushion. As his vision finally cleared he happened to be looking at Gryffindor's star reporters. Having seen it in action, he cast a version of Sonorous that allowed Parvati and Lavender to hear his next words "At least remedial Potions is what he told me to say. The truth is I'm so good at Defense Against the Dark Arts that Dumbledore asked me help Snape brush up on it."

Ron's response was typical "Bloody hell mate!"

"Well Professor Snape is a Potions expert." Hermione tapped her teeth with a quill as she cogitated on the matter "I can almost see it in light of recent events."

The gossipy pair didn't stop to wonder how they were overhearing their Housemates, merely exchanging looks of shock and delight at getting this tidbit.

"Yeah some of what we did was real draining. Magically." Harry wasn't acting when he rubbed his temples "Hey Ron? I'm gonna sleep in tomorrow. Thank God it'll be Saturday." He lurched to his feet and staggered upstairs. His roommates would later toss his blankets over his sleeping form.

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Harry awoke groggily, and only because the Sun was in his face. However, after a long hot shower he was well refreshed. He all but skipped to the Great Hall. The odd encounters with even Seventh Years giving almost worshipful looks caused little delay as no one got in his path.

"Jolly good show Harry!" "What's it like?" "Can you give detention?" "Or Ts?" a redheaded pair accosted him the instant he crossed the threshold.

He looked back and forth getting slightly dizzy "What're you two on about?"

"Your professorship over our dark Potions master, of course." An effusive George answered.

Harry blinked for a second "Oh yeah. Sorry, just a little tired."

"My boy, it's lunchtime." Fred pointed out.

Dumbledore approached from the Head Table, he was the only staff member present greeted them "Misters Weasley, Harry. Harry I was under the impression you and Professor Snape decided to explain your need for additional Potions lessons."

"Can't really say that, sir." The teen's response was guileless "I might not be up there with Hermione, or teacher's pet Malfoy, but I'm doing pretty good. Even you gotta admit, nobody's doing better'n me in DADA."

The Headmaster leaned over and smiled "Then you have no idea how this vicious rumor started? Are you suuuuure?"

"Vicious sir?" asked Harry displaying total politeness "I'd never lie about Professor Snape. Or anything he said to me."

After eyeing the three boys, the Headmaster nodded "I never suspected you would, Harry. Good afternoon, Misters Weasley." And moved off.

"What's for lunch?" was Harry's only response to the twin looks.