Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Chapter 7 Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

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"There was an attack on the train, Professor…"

"Is anyone hurt?" Said a voice urgently.

"Well, there were some minor injuries, most people on that side of the train were hit with shattered glass. Several people were knocked unconscious."

"Do they know who did this?"

"Not yet…"

Harry kept his eyes closed, listening to the two people talking. He was having trouble concentrating on what they were saying.

"What does Poppy have to say about the people who were injured?"

"She's insisting on keeping them here for the night. A few of them are still unconscious. Finnigan had glass stuck in his arms and legs. He's still recuperating. I believe that a broken jaw was the most serious of the injuries."

Harry opened his eyes. Someone had removed his glasses. There were several people standing around, examining the people on the other beds.

"I have to go question the people who saw what happened," said a voice. Harry looked to the left. There was Hermione, lying on another bed, her eyes closed, and some gauze near her eye.

He looked to his right. Dean was sitting up in his bed, reading a book. He looked over when Harry turned toward him.

"Hey Harry," He said. "You're up."

"Yeah," Harry said, sitting up himself and putting on his glasses. "What happened?"

"Dunno, all I remember is being thrown into the wall. The part before it is kind of blurry. Although I do remember an explosion."

"Where's Ron?"

Dean pointed to the bed to his right. Ron was sitting there. Ron had gotten the worst person to sit by, Malfoy. They weren't talking to each other. Once in a while Ron glared at Malfoy and muttered something under his breath, but that was the extent of their communication.

"Hi Ron," Harry said.

"Hello," Ron replied. Malfoy was making a face at Ron behind his back. "Have a nice nap?"
"Ha ha ha," Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh good, you're up," said Madame Pomfrey, bustling over to him. "First day of school and you're already here in the Hospital Wing." Madame Pomfrey shook her head, while checking Harry's temperature.

At the end of the wing Professor Dumbledore was talking to a third year girl about the accident.

"Yeah, and then the dude, like, took out his, like, wand. He shouted, like, some sort of, like, spell, before the train, like, blew up, or whatever it, like, did."

"Is that all you can remember?" Professor Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Like, yeah."

"Thank you Marissa." Professor Dumbledore stood up and walked over to Madame Pomfrey.

"She doesn't know anything new," Professor Dumbledore said softly. "We're no closer to finding out who it is than we were when they were brought in."

"Did you see the Dark Mark, Weasley?" Malfoy growled. "Did little Weasley get scared from the big bad Dark Mark."

"Dark Mark?" Asked Professor Dumbledore urgently. "What Dark Mark?"

"We saw the Dark Mark in the sky," Dean said, looking up from the book he was reading. "And under it was You-Know-Who."

"Are you sure that it was Lord Voldemort?" Professor Dumbledore said. They all nodded.

"Thank you for your help," Dumbledore said, sweeping from the Hospital Wing.

There was a moan from the bed on Harry's left. Hermione had awoken.

"Harry?" She said, lifting her head slightly. "What happened? Where are we? What time is it?"

"We're in the hospital wing," Harry replied, "Do you remember the explosion?"

"Yeah," She mumbled. Suddenly her eyes got really wide. "Harry? What time is it?"

"It's almost ten." Hermione let out another moan.

"What's wrong?"

"I missed the Welcoming Feast," She said, her hands over her face. "I can't believe it. I'm Head Girl and I missed the Welcoming Feast."

"Don't feel bad, Hermione," Ron said. "Ernie Macmillian missed it too."

Hermione turned her head and looked down the wing. Earnie spotted her, turned brilliantly red, and waved shyly.

Hermione turned her head back to Harry and rolled her eyes.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," Ron said, "I think someone has a crush on you."

The rest of their stay wasn't very enjoyable. Draco Malfoy kept making snide remarks about them, Madame Pomfrey gave them all check-ups every hour, and Ernie kept flirting with Hermione from across the Hospital Wing.

When they left the hospital wing the next morning, they went up to Gryffindor Tower to get their school things.

Someone had brought up all of their belongings, some of them were slightly singed from the explosion.

They pulled on their school robes, grabbed their bags, and went down to breakfast.

"New schedules," Hermione said, passing one to Harry. "We have Defense Against the Dark Arts first."

"Another year with crazy, old Ralon," Ron said, taking a schedule. Harry had a vivid memory of when Professor Ralon had brought a Death Eater into the classroom and attempted to fight him. That had ended in disaster, Ralon got hit with the Leg-Locker curse, and the Death Eater left, Ralon crying out after him.

"Wait," Ron said, looking up at the teacher's table. "I don't see Ralon anywhere."

It was true, as Harry looked up at the Head Table he didn't see Ralon. Instead he saw a pretty, young witch with auburn hair and a pearly white smile. Of course, pretty was an understatement, she was GORGEOUS.

"Wow," Harry said under her breath.

"Yeah," Ron said, staring at her.

"Ron," Hermione said, "You're drooling.

Ron started and wiped his chin off.

"Is that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Ron croaked, still staring at her, missing his mouth with his spoon and spilling oatmeal down his front.

"I guess so…"

They rushed off to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, all the boys were running particularly fast. They all milled around the classroom until the door magically opened. All the boys ran into the room, all trying to get the front seats.

After a bunch of squables over who got the front seats, the new teacher walked into the room.

"Hello class!" She said cheerfully, her teeth sparkling. "I'm Professor Perry, and I will be teaching your Defense Against the Dark Arts class." She smiled again, and Neville fell out of his chair.

She wrote her name on the blackboard and circled it with little hearts and smiley faces.

"This year, we will be learning how to perform particularly difficult spells on how to fight the Dark Arts. Later in the year, you will be taking a little course on how to Apparate, so you won't have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class for about a month."

"That's too bad," Ron said, gazing, enraptured at Professor Perry.

"I know," Professor Perry said, smiling at Ron. "Now, to business…" Professor Perry took roll, and then told everyone to turn to page 349 in their books.

"That is the Malakavis Curse," She said, looking in her own book. "It has the same affect on a person as a boggart, but only the person who has been cursed can see and be affected by their greatest fear.

"We will be learning that in the next few weeks, but first, we're going to take a test on how much you all know!" She flicked her wand and papers appeared on everyone's desk.

"You have 20 minutes, starting… now!"

All of the questions were simple, except for a few trick questions, but even those were easy.

"Stop!" Professor Perry said cheerfully. "Okay! Pass the test forward!"
Everyone passed their tests forward. Harry, who was one of the lucky ones who sat at the front, glanced at Neville's paper. He had written his name with little hearts for the dots on the I's. Harry shook his head. Neville should have made the O's hearts, like Harry had.

"Okay!" Professor Perry said, "That's all for this class! See you next week!"

As the class walked out of the room, the boys were all looking dreamy, while the girls were scowling.

"She is so flirtatious," Parvati said angrily, "Look at Seamus! How am I ever going to keep a relationship with him if he's always dreaming about her!"
"How dare they let such a woman teach a class!" Lavender squealed. Hermione frowned and said, "She must have very good credentials if Professor Dumbledore hired her."

"Hmph!" Lavender said.

All of the males at Hogwarts were acting strangely. Professor Flitwick always took off his hat and bowed every time Professor Perry walked by. Even Professor Snape could be seen smiling around her (which was weird, as he had been killed in Harry's fifth year). There were only two males who were not smitten with her was Professor Binns (obviously) and Professor Dumbledore.

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