AN: The Chapter are getting longer. Trust me, the last chapter is 35 pages long. Akk!

Dedicated to: My brother, Manny. Why? He introduced me to Harry Potter right after P.O.A. came out, and I haven't been the same since. This one's for you, chap.

*****Recap: "And the Gryffindor Quidditch Capitan is..."********

Crash!

The Huffelpuff, Jessica AArons had fainted again. Right into her golden plate. But, to add insult to injury, her limp body slumped off her chair and onto the floor. The girl whom Hermione said was the teacher, quickly jumped (quite literally) over the staff table an sprinted the length of the room. She reached Jessica's side within seconds and bent down to check her pulse.

"She's ok Headmaster!" she shouted back to the staff table. "She's just nervous, and probably hungry." Her voice was rather loud, and somewhat deep. Not deep enough to sound masculine, just to give off an aura of power, and respect. She waved her wand over Jessica's face, and Jessica's eyes fluttered open. Upon seeing the entire student body looking at her, however, she blushed seven shades of crimson.

"Headmaster?" asked the "professor" "Perhaps I should take her up to the hospital wing?"

"Nonsense, Victoria" yelled back Dumbeldore. "You need to be here. Perhaps a prefect?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air. I looked over at her. How could I have forgotten to ask if she was a prefect. That's easy, I answered to myself because there's no chace Hermione wouldn't be!

"Ah yes. Ms. Granger, would you see to it that Ms. Arrons makes it to the Hospital Wing?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbeldore."

Hermione got up and lead the Huffelpuff off threw the doors. Ron looked furious.

"Where was I? Oh yes." said Dumbeldore, looking only slightly upset "Quidditch. For Gryffindor this year, We" He swept his hand towards the Staff table. I groaned. Any vote that required Snape voting for me, meant that I had lost. "have chosen Mr. Weasley." No-one made a sound. "Oops! I meant Mr. George Weasley." The hall exploded. Even the rafters shook. I Jumped up and thumped George on the back.

"You're not angry Harry?" whispered George. He was grinning like a mad cat, but his face fell just for a moment.

"Me? No!" I was taken aback "There's always next year! This is it for you. Have fun! Just ...... no diagrams" I added as an afterthought, thinking of Wood's endless squiggling lines.

George grinned even wider.

"Ugh" Ron moaned as I sat down. "Just something else I have to live up too. They'll never let me forget this."

An idea struck me. Ok, So it was more like Lee Jordan throwing up his goblet in applause and it striking me, but same difference. "Ron, you know more about Quidditch than anyone here."

"Yeah so?" said Ron, put-out "What good is that doing me?"

"Lee is leaving this year"

"Yeah? I don't know where your going with this Harry...."

"You could be commentator! Like I said. You know more about Quidditch than anyone! You already go to all the games! And, we could always use a little biased commentating."

"I could try." said Ron, looking brighter. "That'll be something none of my brother's have done before."

"That's the spirit!" I said, whapping him on the back. "Now, what's up with you and Hermione?"

"WILL YOU QUIT IT?!?" Ron shouted. I just sniggered into my hand.

It was a few good minutes before the hall subsided. George was so happy, that he jumped on top of the table and started doing a very poor jig. Come to think of it, it was more of alot of bouncing up and down while Fred clapped of the tune of a jig, but it worked. Seamus looked scandalized. Once he finally jumped down again, Dumbeldore cleared his throat.

"Now" said the aged wizard "I would like to introduce you to your new Defense against the dark arts teacher, Ms. Victoria Rowbans."

The hall goggled. Hermione had been right. The "girl" really was our teacher. She stood up, bowed her head, and sat back down. Smattered applause broke out, out of respect. Although, she looked younger than the 7th years, so I'm not sure how much respect there really was. Draco looked astounded.

"Tell me" he drawled "Are you a werewolf? Possessed? Narcissistic? Is a monster growing out of your head? You can't be normal." For once, I almost laughed at Draco. He had a point. Besides looking like a 5th year, Rowbans looked normal.

"No, I assure you, I'm all Human. Wouldn't go so far as to say normal, thought. What's the fun in that?" She chuckled. She gave Dumbeldore a smile, both with her mouth and eyes.

"Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, Tuck in" said the Headmaster. I didn't need telling twice, My food was gone before it even finished appearing onto the plate. Hermione sidled into her seat next to me. For a wild moment I thought of S.P.E.W., but apparently Hermione didn't. Chomping down on my Kidney pie, I remembered the pensive in my trunk............

" Really James, you could chew before you swallow."

"Nonsense Moony" said my father "what's the fun in that?"

"You don't choke."

"You really are a stick in the mud Remus."

"Thank you. I'm a living stick in the mud."

James stood up and grabbed Lupin's arm.

"Come on. I think Sirius said he found the spell. He's upstairs with Peter."

"So that's where they are. Are you sure you really want to do this?"

"Yeah. And besides. Lily said she's found someone who's done this before."

"McGonagal?" Even in memories of memories, I could tell Lupin didn't like the idea of McGonagal helping.

"Nope. She said it's a 7th year."