Noble
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Chapter 5
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Disclaimer: Me no own
AN: Another chapter for y'all!
§ 2nd year DADA §
Raizel stared at his quiz. And stared. And stared some more. He did, in fact, spend the time allotted for the given quiz staring at it. He was oblivious to the stares that were following him from the Ravenclaw part of the class. Most of his fellow Ravens had decided to reserve judgement on Lockhart, though the majority were leaning towards "I don't want to be insulted by being teached by this narcissistic buffoon" and "why the hell did Dumbledore hire him?" They shared the class with Hufflepuff, and it seemed like the majority of the 'Puffs were thinking that the sun shone out of Lockhart's arse.
Thus the Ravens had decided to do whatever Rai did. He was the top student in their year after all.
Lockhart had finally found the right end of his wand, somehow, and was now summoning in the papers. The 'Claws noticed that Raizel didn't even react when his paper was summoned, and just continued staring where it had been.
"Now, let's see...ah! Miss Abbott seems to be the only one who has a perfect score! Though, I must say, I am a little disappointed with the level on non-performance the Ravenclaws have shown. I would have expected much more from my old house." the Blond Buffoon said in a slightly disapproving tone. Many 'Claws recoiled in disgust at sharing such a thing in common with the egotistical fame-whore. Raizel, however, still showed no reaction. Even the 'Puffs were beginning to notice him not moving.
Was he even breathing?
Lockhart decided then that it was now a good time to dig his own grave.
"Oh, and my dear Harry! You haven't even written your name! I had high expectations from someone of your calibre. Weren't you the top student last year? Perhaps the teacher favored you, you never know with these people trying to cozy up to people with fame like me and you-"
"You may refer to me as Mr. Potter or Heir Lord Potter if you must. And I doubt that Quirrell favoured me, what with Voldemort residing in the back of head. I will not give you the honour of being called Professor by me, as you clearly don't deserve it. I am going to study privately for this subject from hereon. You may not stop me, and I doubt that Professor Flitwick is going to force me to attend this mockery of a class when I show him what you call a quiz. Goodbye." With that, the Boy-who-lived stood up and left.
Awkward silence descended on the classroom.
Lockhart gaped like a fish.
The Ravenclaw students exchanged glances.
One by one they left. Some 'Puffs followed.
Soon only a few 'Puffs were left in the room, looking extremely distraught. Lockhart forced a fake smile on his face.
"So, who would like meet freshly caught Cornish pixies?"
Nobody turned up to the next lesson.
"Su?"
"Yes, Rai?"
"Have you noticed the youngest Weasley constantly writing in a small black book?"
"...No. Why are we talking about this?"
"I feel a Dark energy coming from it. And doesn't she look weaker by the day."
"...now that you mention it..."
"Yes, I know I am right."
"..."
"So, could you get that book for me?"
"..."
"..."
"...Why? Shouldn't we report it to like, I don't know, a professor?"
"We need to be sure first."
"...I guess you're right."
"You know I am."
"...Why do I do this to myself?"
"Did I hear a yes?"
"..."
"..."
"...Yes"
"Great."
"You're going to be the death of me."
"Probably not."
"..."
Two days later, Su presented Rai with an innocent looking black book.
If someone noticed that Ginny Weasley suddenly got more healthy looking after that, they didn't mention it.
And Su suddenly couldn't remember...something.
But she blamed it on Rai anyway.
Rai decided he was offended.
Lockhart suddenly left at the end of the year.
To Azkaban.
Apparently an adult had finally found out that he was a fraud.
By that point, only Hermione Granger was attending any of his lessons.
When she was finally forced to acknowledge that Lockhart was a fraud, the poor girl had looked like someone had just destroyed her worldview.
"But...b-b-books don't lie..."
"No, Miss Granger. Books can lie. Because humans write them. And humans lie. Now put yourself together girl, you're embarrassing yourself."
A slightly irritated looking Minerva McGonagall told the bookworm. The Transfiguration professor had been extremely embarrassed to know that her smartest Lion had been the only one in the whole school to continue with Lockhart's class.
Of course, she supposed the girl had developed an unhealthy obsession with authority figures and books, as they likely had been her only companions, but still.
She hadn't been able to look any of the other Heads in the eye for the last year. Severus always smirking at her. Filius and Pomona had been sending her pitying looks.
She had taken to wander the halls as a cat most of time.
Minerva was proud of the young Potter for seeing through the Blond Buffoon so easily though.
At least that was one genius who wasn't a regurgitator.
The old Lioness had always held a soft spot for James and Lily's son.
But she would be a fool to suggest that the boy was remotely like his parents.
Nature versus nurture she supposed. She shook herself out of her musings and let out a sigh at the sight of the girl who was supposed to be the brightest witch of her generation rocking back and forth, sobbing as she held onto Wrestling with Werewolves for dear life.
Sometimes she hated her job.
"Breaking news! A mass-murderer named Sirius Black has escaped high-security prison. Police are on the outlook, but if anyone encounters him, please do not approach..."
Ah! That was the thing that Rai was forgetting. Black was innocent, of course. And Rai had known this, but why had he forgotten?
Probably Fate's doing.
Anyhow, he would deal with is later.
He had a war to stop in India.
That, and Marge was visiting.
Even the Noblesse's charm didn't work on that creature.
So Rai decided that stopping a war between the Naga and the Indian fairies who'd been in dispute for millennia would be easier than to breathe the same air as Margaret Dursley.
"Hello, Uncle Moony." was Rai's first words to the ragged looking Professor R. J. Lupin after 12 years. Who was looking stunned, for some strange reason. Rai was more stunned at his decision to wear that coat. Wasn't he a wizard? Why was he wearing such a disgraceful piece of clothing?
"...uh, erhm, uh...hello to you too, Rai. How do you remember me after such a long time?" Rai paid him no mind as he pulled out his wand, which was stark white and set with rubies. Lupin grew even more alarmed.
Maybe this was Black polyjuiced as Rai.
Before the werewolf was able to draw his own wand, however, he was enveloped in warmth. Bright colours swirled around him, causing him to close his sensitive werewolf eyes.
When he opened them again, Rai was pocketing his wand, and he smiled at Lupin, a miniscule smile but a smile nonetheless with an approving look.
"...what was that?" Rai raised an eyebrow and conjured a mirror.
Lupin ignored that conjuring was taught in Sixth year, and started. Instead of his rags, he was now wearing red coloured robes of high quality, with details that formed like claws. Werewolf claws. Lupin tore his eyes from his reflection and stared at his increasingly mysterious pseudo-godson.
"..."
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"...why?" Rai frowned and tilted his head in confusion.
"What do you mean why? I can't have any uncle of mine running around in...whatever you were wearing. Ah, and I'll be sending you a wardrobe of other robes, too. I have an image to uphold."
With that, Rai pulled out a book from wherever, and sat down and read for the rest of trainride.
Lupin just sighed.
He was probably imagining this.
He looked in the mirror again.
Probably.
Not.
"So, Rai, how was summer?"
"Oh, you know, stopped a war that was brewing for millennia by getting people from both sides to talk about it like adults. Also had to win their trust by doing some simple tasks, like for example, there was this giant quetzalcoatl that both sides were afraid of, for some reason, and when I killed it, they seemed to like me. Anyway, what about you?"
"...I...that was you?!"
"Yes. Are you okay, Patil? You seem to have trouble breathing?"
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"Rai."
"Yes, Su?"
"Never change."
"...I wasn't planning to? Why do you ask such strange things of me?"
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AN: Just skipping through the years till we get to our real start!
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