Second to Go- one
Disclaimers as per usual - I don't own anything other than Edea blah blah blah
***
Hermione glanced at her new timetable. "I wonder who the new Defence against Dark Arts teacher will be."
"Lupin maybe?" Ron suggested
"I asked Snuffles." Harry said quietly, "He said Lupin was busy herding the Dumbledore supporters."
"Maybe Moody will teach again." Ron gestured with his pumpkin juice. "Well it's our first lesson, so I guess we'll find out."
***
They had been sitting in the DADA classroom for a while now, and no teacher had appeared. Hermione was all for going to get Professor McGonagall, which annoyed a few students, their questions were answered when a figure in a dark cloak swept in, panting as if she'd ran quite a long way.
"Sorry, guys." She said. "Ministry troubles." The figure swept off her cloak using magic to hang it from a peg on the wall. "Right, Defence against Dark Arts, fascinating stuff." She pointed her want at a piece of chalk ("skriv det") that jumped up at started writing on the board. "I'm your new DADA teacher, Edea DuCruet. Some of you I know, will already know me. Hi to those who do. For those who don't I'm an Auror for the ministry, and I won't be here all the time. Obviously, because of my job."
Harry read the writing on the board wide-eyed "Azkaban." It read.
"Okay, lesson the first." Edea perched on the table. "Azkaban, it's a wizarding prison, formerly inescapable, but it's been proved that this is not so." Harry thought he saw Edea smile, he frowned. "Anyhow, does anybody know what it was before a prison?"
As usual Hermione stuck her hand up in the air. "Oh, yes, Miss Granger, Professor Lupin has told me a lot about you, please, do tell us."
"It was a breeding ground for the Dementors, It was where they were first discovered in large quantities." Hermione smiled.
"Indeed it was." Edea looked up at the board where the chalk was hovering after writing down what Hermione had said. "Okay write that down, guys."
Her class was pretty interesting, she had managed to keep most of the students in a haze with her quick wit and sharp comments to those who dozed off. After a big debate on the Dementors, Harry felt an urge to put up his hand.
"Yes Harry?"
"Uh… I was just wondering… How do people escape from Azkaban?"
Edea raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "I don't know. You'll have to ask Sirius Black, won't you."
The class giggled.
"Okay, homework." Edea snapped shut her book. "Page 286 has a great deal on Azkaban. I want you to summarise it for me, any extra info will get you higher marks obviously. Next lesson I want it handed in, if it isn't you shall face the wrath."
Right on cue the bell rang. "Go on, off with you." Edea waved them out, siting wearily down at her desk pulling out a piece of parchment from her pocket. She didn't see Hary looking curiously at her as he left.
***
Later, in the common room, Harry was uncharacteristically quiet, Hermione and Ron had both noticed he'd been subdued since the DADA lesson. Hermione was getting tired with it and started to talk.
"Harry? Is something wrong?"
"Huh?" Harry looked up. "Not really. It's just… I dunno."
"Explain." Hermione asked cautiously.
"Well." Harry took a deep breath. "Professor DuCruet." He started. "I've seen her somewhere before."
Hermione smiled weakly. "She's an Auror. Probably been on the front page of the daily prophet quite a few times."
"No, I didn't recognise her at first. Then I remembered something, I almost called her Dayah." Harry frowned. "It's like I remember her from when I was little or something." Suddenly something hit him. "She was in the photograph of my mum and dad's wedding!"
Harry raced up the stairs to grab the photo album he'd received a while ago, he flipped through the pages whilst walking back down to the common room. He found the page and sat down again, scanning the large photo until Hermione suddenly pointed at a girl waving up at them, her hair was long and untidy. Her grin matched the person standing beside her. "It's Sirius!" Harry recognised his godfather, who's arm was round Edea DuCruet.
"Oh. My. God." Ron exclaimed. "Do you think she knows?"
"Ron, this was along time ago." Harry kept flicking through, finding odd pictures of her with James and Lily, her with Remus, but very few with Sirius. In fact, there were very few of Sirius anyway. "Sirius never said anything about her."
***
Later that night, Hary composed a letter to Sirius.- Sirius, just writing to say hello! We have a new defence against dark arts teacher, she's called Edea DuCruet. I thought I'd seen her before somewhere. She's in lots of the photos of you and dad. Do you know her? Why didn't you tell me about her before?
She's really cool. Write back soon, and say hi to Buckbeat for me! Love, Harry.
Uder the invisibility cloak he went up to the owlery and gave the letter to a very happy Hedwig. Satisfied, he walked back down to the Fat Lady.
"Password, dear?"
"Fiddlesticks." Harry answered, as the portrait swung open.
TBC
Disclaimers as per usual - I don't own anything other than Edea blah blah blah
***
Hermione glanced at her new timetable. "I wonder who the new Defence against Dark Arts teacher will be."
"Lupin maybe?" Ron suggested
"I asked Snuffles." Harry said quietly, "He said Lupin was busy herding the Dumbledore supporters."
"Maybe Moody will teach again." Ron gestured with his pumpkin juice. "Well it's our first lesson, so I guess we'll find out."
***
They had been sitting in the DADA classroom for a while now, and no teacher had appeared. Hermione was all for going to get Professor McGonagall, which annoyed a few students, their questions were answered when a figure in a dark cloak swept in, panting as if she'd ran quite a long way.
"Sorry, guys." She said. "Ministry troubles." The figure swept off her cloak using magic to hang it from a peg on the wall. "Right, Defence against Dark Arts, fascinating stuff." She pointed her want at a piece of chalk ("skriv det") that jumped up at started writing on the board. "I'm your new DADA teacher, Edea DuCruet. Some of you I know, will already know me. Hi to those who do. For those who don't I'm an Auror for the ministry, and I won't be here all the time. Obviously, because of my job."
Harry read the writing on the board wide-eyed "Azkaban." It read.
"Okay, lesson the first." Edea perched on the table. "Azkaban, it's a wizarding prison, formerly inescapable, but it's been proved that this is not so." Harry thought he saw Edea smile, he frowned. "Anyhow, does anybody know what it was before a prison?"
As usual Hermione stuck her hand up in the air. "Oh, yes, Miss Granger, Professor Lupin has told me a lot about you, please, do tell us."
"It was a breeding ground for the Dementors, It was where they were first discovered in large quantities." Hermione smiled.
"Indeed it was." Edea looked up at the board where the chalk was hovering after writing down what Hermione had said. "Okay write that down, guys."
Her class was pretty interesting, she had managed to keep most of the students in a haze with her quick wit and sharp comments to those who dozed off. After a big debate on the Dementors, Harry felt an urge to put up his hand.
"Yes Harry?"
"Uh… I was just wondering… How do people escape from Azkaban?"
Edea raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "I don't know. You'll have to ask Sirius Black, won't you."
The class giggled.
"Okay, homework." Edea snapped shut her book. "Page 286 has a great deal on Azkaban. I want you to summarise it for me, any extra info will get you higher marks obviously. Next lesson I want it handed in, if it isn't you shall face the wrath."
Right on cue the bell rang. "Go on, off with you." Edea waved them out, siting wearily down at her desk pulling out a piece of parchment from her pocket. She didn't see Hary looking curiously at her as he left.
***
Later, in the common room, Harry was uncharacteristically quiet, Hermione and Ron had both noticed he'd been subdued since the DADA lesson. Hermione was getting tired with it and started to talk.
"Harry? Is something wrong?"
"Huh?" Harry looked up. "Not really. It's just… I dunno."
"Explain." Hermione asked cautiously.
"Well." Harry took a deep breath. "Professor DuCruet." He started. "I've seen her somewhere before."
Hermione smiled weakly. "She's an Auror. Probably been on the front page of the daily prophet quite a few times."
"No, I didn't recognise her at first. Then I remembered something, I almost called her Dayah." Harry frowned. "It's like I remember her from when I was little or something." Suddenly something hit him. "She was in the photograph of my mum and dad's wedding!"
Harry raced up the stairs to grab the photo album he'd received a while ago, he flipped through the pages whilst walking back down to the common room. He found the page and sat down again, scanning the large photo until Hermione suddenly pointed at a girl waving up at them, her hair was long and untidy. Her grin matched the person standing beside her. "It's Sirius!" Harry recognised his godfather, who's arm was round Edea DuCruet.
"Oh. My. God." Ron exclaimed. "Do you think she knows?"
"Ron, this was along time ago." Harry kept flicking through, finding odd pictures of her with James and Lily, her with Remus, but very few with Sirius. In fact, there were very few of Sirius anyway. "Sirius never said anything about her."
***
Later that night, Hary composed a letter to Sirius.- Sirius, just writing to say hello! We have a new defence against dark arts teacher, she's called Edea DuCruet. I thought I'd seen her before somewhere. She's in lots of the photos of you and dad. Do you know her? Why didn't you tell me about her before?
She's really cool. Write back soon, and say hi to Buckbeat for me! Love, Harry.
Uder the invisibility cloak he went up to the owlery and gave the letter to a very happy Hedwig. Satisfied, he walked back down to the Fat Lady.
"Password, dear?"
"Fiddlesticks." Harry answered, as the portrait swung open.
TBC