Part 8
The next morning at breakfast James, Sirius, and Remus set off a bunch of fireworks and
Dumbledore could be seen muttering, "What have I done?"
Sirius handed out the schedules to the Gryffindor kids.
"Hope you like your classes."
"What do we have first?" Ron asked.
"Double potions with the Slytherins, then Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. Then Divination." Hermione said.
"Darn, we don't, have DADA till Wednesday or COMC till Friday." Harry said.
"At least we have your dad's class today." Hermione said.
"Look at Malfoy." Ron grinned. "Looks like he just got his schedule." Sure enough Draco Malfoy was glaring down at the piece of paper in his hands.
"What do you have, Cassi?"
"Uh, Care of Magical Creatures."
"Cool, tell us how it is."
"Okay." Just then the bell rang signaling the start of class.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione did something they had never done before. They hurried to potions.
"Hey guys." James was waiting for them just outside the door. The filed in and set up at a table with the other Gryffindors who looked very excited. The Slytherins on the other hand, looked very worried. With Snape they could always count on Gryffindor losing points, but what now, with a former Gryffindor as their teacher.
James grinned as the bell rang for the start of class. He held up the sheet that held their names.
Just as he was about to call the first name, Draco Malfoy, and his cronies, Crabb and Goyle trudged in.
James glared down at them, lowering his glasses and doing a very good McGonagall impression." You're late."
"So?" Draco asked, smugly.
"So class started five minutes ago. Not a very good way to start the year, is it?"
Malfoy shrugged. "Ten points from Slytherin and sit down."
"Why?" Malfoy asked arrogantly." Why should I?"
"Because." James said very softly. "If you don't I will personally make sure, your year here is as unpleasant as possible."
"If you do anything to me, I'll write to my father."
James laughed. "Like I care what that snobby git thinks? You go ahead and write. But just remind him of that time in his seventh year when three first year Gryffindors beat him in every single class." Malfoy glared but sat down.
"Now, Dumbledore has informed me that he wants you to start on healing potions. So let's begin. It's been a while since I've done this so if the room blows up, it's not my fault." The Gryffindors laughed.
He launched into a lecture on the healing properties of some plant and they all took notes.
Then he showed them how to make the potion.
"Good job, Harry. Needs to be a bit greener though. Try adding some more armadillo bile." Harry nodded and added the necessary ingredient to his potion.
Over in the corner, Neville was having problems. His potion was not turning out right at all.
"Hmm, well, I think it needs a bit more dragon's blood. If that doesn't help then, just start over again. And if you can't get it after that, see me after class. We can work on it."
"Really?" Neville asked. Snape just yelled at him. He never offered to help.
"Sure, why not? You're here to learn, right? Well, how are you going to learn it if you can't do it?" Neville grinned. Harry smiled at his father.
" That was the best potions class ever." Seamus told Harry as they left the dungeon and headed up to their next class.
"Yeah. Your dad is like so cool." Dean told him.
"I know." Harry grinned.
Herbology went as normal, which was a relief as to their divination class.
Professor Tralawny predicted that Harry would be dead before the year was out for the third year in a row. Class seemed to be going as usual. Professor Tralawny made several predictions and Harry and Ron laughed and made jokes behind her back.
Then something strange happened.
Professor Tralawny had sat down in her chair, ready to teach the class about tarot cards when she fell back. Her eyes rolled back and her jaw hung slack.
The class stared around frightened. But Harry began to shake. The last time she had done that she had predicted that Voldemort's servant would brake free and return to his master, helping him become greater and more powerful than ever before. At the time Harry had believed that servant was Sirius, but later that night he had discovered the truth.
"The wrong has been righted. The innocent freed. But the guilty has not forgotten. He will brake free and extract his revenge on the innocent. The innocent must beware. Or all is lost." Harry quickly wrote down her words. She recovered and had no memory as usual.
The class gave her many sideways glances for the rest of class.
Harry on the other hand, was thinking hard about what she said.
He stared oblivious out the window. He watched Sirius conduct his class. From what he could see it looked like he was having the time of his life as a few girls gasped at the sight of the Pegasus Sirius had somehow found and caught. It mad him smile to see Sirius so happy. His godfather had had very little to smile about the past few years, what with him being on the run and everything.
Harry froze. He stared at the prophecy Tralawnly had just given. It all fit.
The wrong has been righted. People had found out the truth.
The innocent has been freed. Sirius had been freed.
But the guilty has not forgotten. Pettigrew.
He will brake free. Would Pettigrew brake out? Ad if he did, he would most surly go after Sirius, James, and Remus, his old friends.
He fidgeted nervously, waiting for class to end.
After class, he hurried to his father's room.
"Dad?" James looked up.
"Harry, how are you?"
"Dad, something just happened." He told his father about Tralawny's predictions. " She was right before, Dad." James frowned.
" I don't know. I'll talk to Remus see what he says."
Sirius grinned as he watched his last class leaving all talking animatedly. Cassi grinned over her shoulder at him and he waved.
He patted the Pegasus. "Hey boy, thanks for the favor." The horse like creature tossed his head. Sirius led him back to the small stall he had made for him. Making sure he was safe for the night Sirius walked slowly back up to the castle. The long day of classes had worked up his appetite.
He approached the doors and was reaching to pull them open, when a strange feeling came over him. He turned, not sure of what would be there. Nothing was behind him, but the feeling wouldn't go away. His scar ached slightly. Sirius watched the sun over the forest for a few minutes then retreated back inside.
Little did he know that someone was watching him. "Soon, Padfoot, very soon."
Oh! Cliffhangers! Hehehe. Maybe that will get some reviews. ( Hint! Hint!)
Anyway, sorry about the long time between posts. It really can't be helped, I'm sorry.
My teachers are very fond of giving long research assignments and plus I have a lot of groups and actives and stuff. By the time I get home, do my homework, and eat dinner, I'm ready for bed!
Of course I'm ready for bed in third period math class, and even first period gym class.
I don't care what they say, having gym first period does not wake you up!
Anyway, again sorry for the long wait. Plus I've been doing a lot of writing the past week.
Btw, I posted the revised My name is Cassiopeia, so I could you please tell me what ya think of the twins and whether I should put them in this too? Thanks, c ya!
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