Amadeus and Aphrodite went back up to his quarters after Ron and Harry went
out to practice Quidditch.
"So what are we going to do today, father?" Aphrodite asked.
"We're going to, refresh I suppose." Amadeus said with a slight smirk.
"No.you don't mean-" She was cut of when he opened the door. It was transformed into a straw matted floored Japanese dojo.
"I mean it, after what happened, as your father I force you to train with me." He said, he almost started laughing at how stern his voice was.
"Fine, although I suppose it couldn't hurt." She agreed.
"I have a surprise for you; you're definitely going to like this." He said with glee, he left and came back out wearing black robes, ready to practice and was holding something behind his back. "Surprise!" He revealed the parcel and Aphrodite opened with glee, but when she saw what inside she turned to her father and smacked him on his arm.
"Pink! You want me to train in pink!" She screamed.
"Enjoy." He said, walking away. Aphrodite regretfully changed and came back wearing the pink her marvelous father picked out for her. They practiced and sparred for hours, it started snowing on and off during the practice. As usual, Aphrodite was sweating profusely but her father watched without sweating a drop, practicing twice as hard as she was.
When they were done training, they both took showers and redressed.
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Ginny was fuming after to conversation with Hermione, then again it was more of an ambush from most of the girls in Gryffindor. They met her on the opposite side of the lake and broke into "concerned" speech on her visits to Amadeus, and how it's affected her social life. Ginny ran as fast as she could with tears pouring from her eyes on the way to Gryffindor tower, this hit her where it hurt.
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Amadeus marched into the classroom with his jacket spilling behind him as if it were black fire.
"Swords. You've studied Spanish as well as English swords but you have yet to learn of the majesty and skill it takes to make something so seemingly simple." He took out his glowing sword and stuck it in the table.
"Fourteen fifty two B.C., this sword was forged from lava in a volcano which is most likely sealed and has been for quite some time. It took seven years to make, the constant heating, beating, and cooling has made it so hard that if it wasn't magical it would explode from the inside."
He withdrew another sword, more curved and sleek. "This is another I received as a gift, it is of Japanese origin and took over eighteen months to make." He picked it and balanced it on his finger. "Made to achieve perfect balance, it's smooth, sharp, and is deadly in the hands of someone capable of using it."
He started pacing back and forth. "As much as we all know, I am a very capable teacher and do not need assistance in teaching arms combat, the headmaster has decided to bring in outside help." A woman in her early twenties walked out with dark brown hair down to her shoulders walked out. She looked like a normal woman her age, like she was going to go out to a frat party with the rest of her fraternity members.
"Hello everyone," She said in an American accent "I've been chosen to teach you all how to properly use swords, maybe not everyone believes that a rather large teenager can teach properly." She said, there was somewhat of a seductive tone in her voice as she spoke, looking directly at Amadeus.
"I went to this school not to long ago as a transfer student I was a Slytherin, of course." Harry rolled his eyes. "I would like Draco Malfoy to join me in the front, because I know he has very formal training with swords." Malfoy smirked and walked down to the class, the new teacher handed him a sword. "I'm sure you can handle the oaf who is currently the Dark Arts teacher in a duel." She said proudly.
Malfoy thrust the sword at Amadeus and let it linger on his neck. "I'm sure Mr. Malfoy doesn't have a death wish." Amadeus said as though nothing was happening. Malfoy cut the collar of his jacket off. "That's quite uncalled for." He said in an extremely calm tone. He picked up his glowing sword and with a quick swipe smashed Malfoy's sword into pieces.
"Sucks to be you, Malfie." He said with a smirk.
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When Harry and the others arrived at the Great Hall for dinner, they were surprised by the buzzing of students which was unusually loud for such a seemingly normal evening. When everyone was seated Dumbledore clapped his hands and stood up.
"Good evening all, as most of you know before we start eating I have one new announcement. One of my associate headmasters in a school overseas has arranged for a student from his school to attend Hogwarts immediately for he has lost most of his family and figured a change of scenery would be good for the boy. May I welcome a young Christopher to our midst?"
The boy walked down between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables as most first years would; only he was obviously older. He had brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes, muscular build and stood slightly taller than Ron, who was already taller than anyone else in the school. "Christopher shall be attending a combination of fourth and Fifth year classes. Now, if you will please Mr. Morales." He pointed to the stool the first years would sit on. He sat on the stool carefully and as soon as the hat touched his hair the hat yelled "GRYFFINDOR!"
After a few moments of silence some first years started clapping, then second years, third years, until the rest of the table was clapping. He stood up and walked all the way to the end of the table where Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry had happened to be.
"Now please, enjoy your meals." The food appeared magically as usual and everyone started eating normally.
"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. This is Ginny Weasley, her brother Ron, and Harry Potter."
He looked up, immediately Harry expected to be asked millions of questions but only heard silence.
"Harry Potter? I new a guy name Harry back in New York." He held out his hand and Harry noticed that in both his hands he had a blue jewel in the center f his palm, it was attached to a glove like wrist guard, it was held up by a loop that went around his middle finger. Harry shook his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I have to admit this school is rather nice, more comfortable then where I have been staying for the past week." Chris said
"Where have you been then?" Ginny asked.
He smirked, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me." Ginny said returning his smirk
"All right, I was staying with my Great Uncle Jack. He really likes the ladies."
"What is so hard to believe about that?" Ginny asked.
"Is he a wizard?" Hermione asked, her face was pale and she wasn't touching her food.
"Yes, he is." He said coolly "Wow." She simply said, Ron looked dazed and confused
"He's not too bright is he?" Chris asked Harry but Hermione answered.
"He's Irish. Ron, his uncle is Jack..." She started
"The infamous Ripper, at least that's what muggles thought, He's quite ingenious, made women with a charm, that's why the women never had names, they were just dead interestingly enough." With this comment Hermione calmed down and started eating.
"Why did he do it?" Ginny asked.
"At the time, a number of women married to policemen were having drunken husbands come home violent, him being the ladies man that he is, wanted to protect them so he gave them something to do." He said.
"One other question," Ginny started.
"They're like a wand, use for amplification, focus, and absorption of magic. I can also make what ever I think," He snapped his fingers and a silver rose appeared next to the plate of every girl in the Great hall. "Happen." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a worn bandana, tied it, and finished dinner.
After the rest of Gryffindor had settled their normal business and started any homework that needed to be done, the portrait swung open and Chris stepped in and took off his robes and sat on a chair in front of the fire.
"Hey! New kid, you've got something from the staff." Seamus shouted. Chris stood up and saw what he was talking about; it was a brand new guitar, with an amplifier next to it.
"Not bad, Fender." He said, he picked them both up and sat back down.
"You any good with that contraption?" Seamus asked. Chris pulled it up and started playing, slowly, then faster, faster, until his fingers were moving faster than anyone could see.
"I suppose I am." He said. He continued to entertain the rest of the students, taking request after request until the strings were to hot to touch and then stopped playing.
He continued to sit in the chair with head phones in his ears, just staring into the fire.
Ginny walked over and sat next to him and he pulled out his headphones.
"Tell me about yourself." Ginny said. "Well, you know my name, I'm from New York, most of my family is dead except my sister, and she's in a hospital." Chris said, looking at the floor.
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"That Voldemort bastard, he's got some biker muggles doing his dirty work, they beat her, and violated her." Chris said he started making small drops of water twirl around above his wrist.
"Oh my. Is she going to be all right?" Ginny asked, genuinely concerned
"Concussion, I hope so. Once my parents died my old headmaster though where I was living was unsafe so he sent me here. He said I could learn more from the Dark Arts teacher." He sent the drops one by one into the fire. "But enough about me, I hear you have many brothers."
"Yeah, let's see there's Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron." She said, each one she pointed to a different finger.
"Well I pity any boyfriends you have." He said with a chuckle.
"Well, I haven't brought any home, but they like Harry and from what I've seen they wouldn't have a problem with you." She said honestly.
He chuckled "We'll see how the big bad New Yorker fairs at your house." He waved his hand in front of her face "The Burrow is it? Molly and Arthur are nice people."
"How did you.?" She started.
"Magic."
"So what are we going to do today, father?" Aphrodite asked.
"We're going to, refresh I suppose." Amadeus said with a slight smirk.
"No.you don't mean-" She was cut of when he opened the door. It was transformed into a straw matted floored Japanese dojo.
"I mean it, after what happened, as your father I force you to train with me." He said, he almost started laughing at how stern his voice was.
"Fine, although I suppose it couldn't hurt." She agreed.
"I have a surprise for you; you're definitely going to like this." He said with glee, he left and came back out wearing black robes, ready to practice and was holding something behind his back. "Surprise!" He revealed the parcel and Aphrodite opened with glee, but when she saw what inside she turned to her father and smacked him on his arm.
"Pink! You want me to train in pink!" She screamed.
"Enjoy." He said, walking away. Aphrodite regretfully changed and came back wearing the pink her marvelous father picked out for her. They practiced and sparred for hours, it started snowing on and off during the practice. As usual, Aphrodite was sweating profusely but her father watched without sweating a drop, practicing twice as hard as she was.
When they were done training, they both took showers and redressed.
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Ginny was fuming after to conversation with Hermione, then again it was more of an ambush from most of the girls in Gryffindor. They met her on the opposite side of the lake and broke into "concerned" speech on her visits to Amadeus, and how it's affected her social life. Ginny ran as fast as she could with tears pouring from her eyes on the way to Gryffindor tower, this hit her where it hurt.
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Amadeus marched into the classroom with his jacket spilling behind him as if it were black fire.
"Swords. You've studied Spanish as well as English swords but you have yet to learn of the majesty and skill it takes to make something so seemingly simple." He took out his glowing sword and stuck it in the table.
"Fourteen fifty two B.C., this sword was forged from lava in a volcano which is most likely sealed and has been for quite some time. It took seven years to make, the constant heating, beating, and cooling has made it so hard that if it wasn't magical it would explode from the inside."
He withdrew another sword, more curved and sleek. "This is another I received as a gift, it is of Japanese origin and took over eighteen months to make." He picked it and balanced it on his finger. "Made to achieve perfect balance, it's smooth, sharp, and is deadly in the hands of someone capable of using it."
He started pacing back and forth. "As much as we all know, I am a very capable teacher and do not need assistance in teaching arms combat, the headmaster has decided to bring in outside help." A woman in her early twenties walked out with dark brown hair down to her shoulders walked out. She looked like a normal woman her age, like she was going to go out to a frat party with the rest of her fraternity members.
"Hello everyone," She said in an American accent "I've been chosen to teach you all how to properly use swords, maybe not everyone believes that a rather large teenager can teach properly." She said, there was somewhat of a seductive tone in her voice as she spoke, looking directly at Amadeus.
"I went to this school not to long ago as a transfer student I was a Slytherin, of course." Harry rolled his eyes. "I would like Draco Malfoy to join me in the front, because I know he has very formal training with swords." Malfoy smirked and walked down to the class, the new teacher handed him a sword. "I'm sure you can handle the oaf who is currently the Dark Arts teacher in a duel." She said proudly.
Malfoy thrust the sword at Amadeus and let it linger on his neck. "I'm sure Mr. Malfoy doesn't have a death wish." Amadeus said as though nothing was happening. Malfoy cut the collar of his jacket off. "That's quite uncalled for." He said in an extremely calm tone. He picked up his glowing sword and with a quick swipe smashed Malfoy's sword into pieces.
"Sucks to be you, Malfie." He said with a smirk.
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When Harry and the others arrived at the Great Hall for dinner, they were surprised by the buzzing of students which was unusually loud for such a seemingly normal evening. When everyone was seated Dumbledore clapped his hands and stood up.
"Good evening all, as most of you know before we start eating I have one new announcement. One of my associate headmasters in a school overseas has arranged for a student from his school to attend Hogwarts immediately for he has lost most of his family and figured a change of scenery would be good for the boy. May I welcome a young Christopher to our midst?"
The boy walked down between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables as most first years would; only he was obviously older. He had brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes, muscular build and stood slightly taller than Ron, who was already taller than anyone else in the school. "Christopher shall be attending a combination of fourth and Fifth year classes. Now, if you will please Mr. Morales." He pointed to the stool the first years would sit on. He sat on the stool carefully and as soon as the hat touched his hair the hat yelled "GRYFFINDOR!"
After a few moments of silence some first years started clapping, then second years, third years, until the rest of the table was clapping. He stood up and walked all the way to the end of the table where Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry had happened to be.
"Now please, enjoy your meals." The food appeared magically as usual and everyone started eating normally.
"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. This is Ginny Weasley, her brother Ron, and Harry Potter."
He looked up, immediately Harry expected to be asked millions of questions but only heard silence.
"Harry Potter? I new a guy name Harry back in New York." He held out his hand and Harry noticed that in both his hands he had a blue jewel in the center f his palm, it was attached to a glove like wrist guard, it was held up by a loop that went around his middle finger. Harry shook his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I have to admit this school is rather nice, more comfortable then where I have been staying for the past week." Chris said
"Where have you been then?" Ginny asked.
He smirked, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me." Ginny said returning his smirk
"All right, I was staying with my Great Uncle Jack. He really likes the ladies."
"What is so hard to believe about that?" Ginny asked.
"Is he a wizard?" Hermione asked, her face was pale and she wasn't touching her food.
"Yes, he is." He said coolly "Wow." She simply said, Ron looked dazed and confused
"He's not too bright is he?" Chris asked Harry but Hermione answered.
"He's Irish. Ron, his uncle is Jack..." She started
"The infamous Ripper, at least that's what muggles thought, He's quite ingenious, made women with a charm, that's why the women never had names, they were just dead interestingly enough." With this comment Hermione calmed down and started eating.
"Why did he do it?" Ginny asked.
"At the time, a number of women married to policemen were having drunken husbands come home violent, him being the ladies man that he is, wanted to protect them so he gave them something to do." He said.
"One other question," Ginny started.
"They're like a wand, use for amplification, focus, and absorption of magic. I can also make what ever I think," He snapped his fingers and a silver rose appeared next to the plate of every girl in the Great hall. "Happen." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a worn bandana, tied it, and finished dinner.
After the rest of Gryffindor had settled their normal business and started any homework that needed to be done, the portrait swung open and Chris stepped in and took off his robes and sat on a chair in front of the fire.
"Hey! New kid, you've got something from the staff." Seamus shouted. Chris stood up and saw what he was talking about; it was a brand new guitar, with an amplifier next to it.
"Not bad, Fender." He said, he picked them both up and sat back down.
"You any good with that contraption?" Seamus asked. Chris pulled it up and started playing, slowly, then faster, faster, until his fingers were moving faster than anyone could see.
"I suppose I am." He said. He continued to entertain the rest of the students, taking request after request until the strings were to hot to touch and then stopped playing.
He continued to sit in the chair with head phones in his ears, just staring into the fire.
Ginny walked over and sat next to him and he pulled out his headphones.
"Tell me about yourself." Ginny said. "Well, you know my name, I'm from New York, most of my family is dead except my sister, and she's in a hospital." Chris said, looking at the floor.
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"That Voldemort bastard, he's got some biker muggles doing his dirty work, they beat her, and violated her." Chris said he started making small drops of water twirl around above his wrist.
"Oh my. Is she going to be all right?" Ginny asked, genuinely concerned
"Concussion, I hope so. Once my parents died my old headmaster though where I was living was unsafe so he sent me here. He said I could learn more from the Dark Arts teacher." He sent the drops one by one into the fire. "But enough about me, I hear you have many brothers."
"Yeah, let's see there's Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron." She said, each one she pointed to a different finger.
"Well I pity any boyfriends you have." He said with a chuckle.
"Well, I haven't brought any home, but they like Harry and from what I've seen they wouldn't have a problem with you." She said honestly.
He chuckled "We'll see how the big bad New Yorker fairs at your house." He waved his hand in front of her face "The Burrow is it? Molly and Arthur are nice people."
"How did you.?" She started.
"Magic."