I don't own anything.  Except for the characters I made.  It's getting very good.  And it's very fast coz I want to have room for my other ideas for a fic.  If you like MWPP, like I do, you can try to read my other fic, Another Prank That Is Most Satisfied.  I love Sirius!!! Doesn't everyone?

Chapter 4

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It didn't take a while for Ron and Harry to accept Hermione's news.  However, for next several days, Hermione could say nothing else but her plans as a prefect.  Even Ginny, Ron's sister, who has gotten fairly along with her, seemed to be annoyed with her.

  "It's just like listening to Percy when he was made prefect all over again," she complained as she watched Ron riding on Harry's broomstick.

  "She can't be that bad," said Harry.  "I mean she's just proud and I would be too if I was made a prefect.  Hey, Fred, we got quidditch again this year, right?"

  "Yep, Ron, reckoned you're going to try out?" he called after Ron.

  "I don't know. I mean I don't really have a good broomstick," replied Ron back.

He was right.  His broomstick was so slow that butterflies out fly it. When they got in for dinner that night, Mrs. Weasley greeted them by saying,  "We are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get your things.  Your father and Bill are going with us."

Bill, who arrived just the day before that, came inside the kitchen arguing furiously with Percy, who obviously just got in from work.

   "I don't see why you're always there, Perc," said Bill. "I mean they don't really need you there 24 hours a day."

   "But they might need my help," Percy replied.  "Besides, Mr. Kensington is quite preoccupied."

   "Is Mr. Kensington your new boyfriend, Percy?" asked George.

   "That's enough," snapped Mrs. Weasley.  "Percy, you will be joining us for dinner, aren't you?

   "Of course, mother," answered Percy. "I'm very hungry.  Mr. Kensington was just telling me about Hogwarts's new professor.  He said she came in from Norway.  He also said he knew her from long ago. But this is classified information.  I should have even told you." He added, sounding very superior.

Fred choked.  "She? You mean she's a female?"

  "Wow, a female defense against the dark arts teacher?" said Ron, looking very thoughtful. 

Just then, Mr. Weasley apparated in the room looking quite exhausted.  "Another troubling day at work, ten muggle-related mishaps today.  Never had so much work before.  Everything seems to be at chaos.  It's hard to keep those reporters at bay."

  "Why?" asked Mrs. Weasley, spooning casserole onto Mr. Weasley's plate.

  "They're prowling around all over the place.  It's like having twice as much of Rita Skeeter."

The next day, everyone woke up early to get ready for their trip to Diagon Alley.  When everyone was done with breakfast, they all lined up in front to the fireplace.  They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to Diagon Alley, by using Floo powder.  Tom the bartender greeted them.  Then they went to Gringotts to get some gold out of the vaults. 

   "We will all meet at Flourish and Blotts after a hour.  Behave yourselves."  Mrs. Weasley called after them as they all separated.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione strolled along the walks of Diagon Alley, and stopping here and there to look at the windows of stores.  They came upon this new store called "Dark Detectors-Things You NEED to Defend Yourself." They came inside to see what was in there.  A tall, balding man greeted them. 

  "Hello, welcome to our new store.  We just opened a few weeks ago.  Have a look around." 

  "Thanks," said Hermione, looking around the place.

  "What you reckoned they opened here?" asked Ron to Hermione.

The man who welcomed them overheard him and said,  "Well, we were going to open at Hogsmeade, but we decided to open here instead."

Harry, however, wasn't interested at what the man had to say.  The woman who was buying dark detectors distracted him.  She was a tall, pretty woman.  Around Sirius's age, he thought. He heard her say, "Hmm…Is this going to work around tough conditions?"

  "Of course, it's guaranteed.  Our Foe-Glasses last very long," said a saleswoman. "And our Secrecy Sensors too." she added as the tall woman was eyeing them. 

  "Well, I do need another one.  Mine has been rusting for quite some time now.  I haven't actually gone to buy one since I first became an Auror."

  "Well, then, we'll just have to add one to your list, my dear."

  "All right.  How much all in all?"

  "It totals to…35 galleons and 3 sickles."

  "What's going on?" asked Hermione, making Harry jumped back.

  "Er…I was just looking at her," Harry pointed to the woman paying at the counter.

  "Wow, she's pretty," remarked Ron, eyeing the woman with great interest.

  "She's older than you!" snapped Hermione, and she began to drag them away from the shelves to outside of the Alley. 

After thirty minutes, they headed to Flourish and Blotts where they found Mrs. Weasley buying their books and Mr. Weasley talking to, Harry blinked, the same woman they saw at "Dark Detectors" store.

  "Well, it's nice to see you again, Briana," they heard him say.  "How long will you be here?"

  "It's nice to see you too, Arthur. Actually, I moved here now. I'm staying that is," answered the woman. "I have a new job, of course, which I would be focused on." 

  "Well, good luck on your new job," he said.  Then the woman bid good-bye and left.

  "Who was Dad talking to, Mum?" asked Ron, taking some packages from his mum. 

  "That was Briana Sullivan.  She's an auror.  She works for the Ministry," his mum replied.

  "And a damn good one at that.  She was one of the few people trained by Mad-Eye himself.  She put about five people in Azkaban back in the days.  Helped Mad-Eye with a few people.  A quarter of the people Mad-Eye put in Azkaban, she helped capture," explained Mr. Weasley, enthusiastically.

  "Who are we talking about?" asked George, who had just arrived with Fred.

  "Some auror," said Ron lazily.

They left Diagon Alley, while Mr. Weasley was talking about Mad-Eye and Briana Sullivan.  Harry was amazed on what he said about the woman.  She has a pretty interesting life, thought Harry.  I hope I meet her again.

   "She's pretty fascinating, isn't she?" said Hermione, as soon as they got home.  "D'you reckon she'll be our new professor?"

  "I hope she is," said Ron dreamily.  Hermione scoffed.