Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. Since last time nothing has
changed.
A/N: In case anyone was in suspense from my last chapter, here is the second chapter. Shout out to Softball Chicks and Dreamer4.
1 The Scar Still Burns
1.1 Super Crash
1.1.1 Chapter 2: A Nightmare Come True
Harry took a deep breath and sat down on the nearest seat. He just said to himself that it was a silly coincidence. Then, a voice said to him: I warned you, Harry Potter. You did not listen. Now, you must suffer. This was only the beginning of many horrible things to come. I will give you another chance, leave the train now or the Dark Lord's punishments will continue. Choose wisely.
"What is that voice? I know that I've heard it somewhere before, but where?" Harry thought aloud.
"Harry! Were you listening? Who do think the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be?" Hermione asked in an irritated tone.
"Huh, oh, I dunno."
"I heard his name was Mot Elddir. They say that he knows a lot about the Dark Arts." Seamus Finnigan, a sandy-haired boy came into their train compartment.
"Mot Elddir?" Harry wondered. "Where have I heard that name?"
The train suddenly began to move and within another two to three hours, it arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Once there, Harry spotted his friend Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.
"Hello, 'Arry. The train was late, I s'ppose?"
"Yeah."
All of the fifth years went into the Great Hall and looked at all of the teachers. Professor Snape was staring at all of the kids with his eyes that reminded Harry of a black hole in space. Harry also saw the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Elddir. Elldir had gray hair even though most of it had fallen out and red eyes that seemed vaguely familiar to Harry. From the time that Harry came in, Elldir never took his eyes off of Harry.
"Come down everyone!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang over a megaphone. "We have a new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher! His name is Professor Elddir! The Sorting Ceremony will begin now!"
As she said that, there was a flood of first years from just outside. Each was anxious to be sorted.
During the Sorting Ceremony Harry heard the voice in his head. This time it said: Harry Potter. What shall I do with you? You did not heed my warning. I told you not to come to Hogwarts. But you did not listen. From now until you quit Hogwarts or die, your life shall be filled with misery and torture. I have already warned you twice. Not only will you suffer, but so will your loved ones. This is the beginning of the end Harry Potter.
Harry tried not to listen, but he knew that what he had heard would soon come true. Harry, Ron and Hermione got their schedules to find that first they had Defense Against Dark Arts with Ravenclaw. (I did Ravenclaw because Gryffindor has never had classes with them.)
The next day, the trio went up to the Professor Elddir's class. When they got there, they found that most of the kids had gotten assigned to seats and work.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley, would you like to explain your tardiness?" Elldir asked.
"Well, we. um. and. we got lost," Harry said hoping that Elldir would buy it.
"Very well," Elldir replied. "Please sit in the three empty seats. Today class we will be learning about how to deal with trolls. Now, the first thing you do when you see a troll is what? Does anyone know?"
"Put on a nose plug," Ron said to Harry as they both sniggered.
"Correct, Mr. Weasley. That way, if the troll forgot deodorant, you won't smell him."
The class roared with laughter. Harry looked next to him, looked at Hermione's notes and read: How to deal with trolls. Step one, put on a nose plug.
Class ended and Elldir said to Harry, "Mr. Potter, please stay after class."
A/N: In case anyone was in suspense from my last chapter, here is the second chapter. Shout out to Softball Chicks and Dreamer4.
1 The Scar Still Burns
1.1 Super Crash
1.1.1 Chapter 2: A Nightmare Come True
Harry took a deep breath and sat down on the nearest seat. He just said to himself that it was a silly coincidence. Then, a voice said to him: I warned you, Harry Potter. You did not listen. Now, you must suffer. This was only the beginning of many horrible things to come. I will give you another chance, leave the train now or the Dark Lord's punishments will continue. Choose wisely.
"What is that voice? I know that I've heard it somewhere before, but where?" Harry thought aloud.
"Harry! Were you listening? Who do think the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be?" Hermione asked in an irritated tone.
"Huh, oh, I dunno."
"I heard his name was Mot Elddir. They say that he knows a lot about the Dark Arts." Seamus Finnigan, a sandy-haired boy came into their train compartment.
"Mot Elddir?" Harry wondered. "Where have I heard that name?"
The train suddenly began to move and within another two to three hours, it arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Once there, Harry spotted his friend Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.
"Hello, 'Arry. The train was late, I s'ppose?"
"Yeah."
All of the fifth years went into the Great Hall and looked at all of the teachers. Professor Snape was staring at all of the kids with his eyes that reminded Harry of a black hole in space. Harry also saw the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Elddir. Elldir had gray hair even though most of it had fallen out and red eyes that seemed vaguely familiar to Harry. From the time that Harry came in, Elldir never took his eyes off of Harry.
"Come down everyone!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang over a megaphone. "We have a new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher! His name is Professor Elddir! The Sorting Ceremony will begin now!"
As she said that, there was a flood of first years from just outside. Each was anxious to be sorted.
During the Sorting Ceremony Harry heard the voice in his head. This time it said: Harry Potter. What shall I do with you? You did not heed my warning. I told you not to come to Hogwarts. But you did not listen. From now until you quit Hogwarts or die, your life shall be filled with misery and torture. I have already warned you twice. Not only will you suffer, but so will your loved ones. This is the beginning of the end Harry Potter.
Harry tried not to listen, but he knew that what he had heard would soon come true. Harry, Ron and Hermione got their schedules to find that first they had Defense Against Dark Arts with Ravenclaw. (I did Ravenclaw because Gryffindor has never had classes with them.)
The next day, the trio went up to the Professor Elddir's class. When they got there, they found that most of the kids had gotten assigned to seats and work.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley, would you like to explain your tardiness?" Elldir asked.
"Well, we. um. and. we got lost," Harry said hoping that Elldir would buy it.
"Very well," Elldir replied. "Please sit in the three empty seats. Today class we will be learning about how to deal with trolls. Now, the first thing you do when you see a troll is what? Does anyone know?"
"Put on a nose plug," Ron said to Harry as they both sniggered.
"Correct, Mr. Weasley. That way, if the troll forgot deodorant, you won't smell him."
The class roared with laughter. Harry looked next to him, looked at Hermione's notes and read: How to deal with trolls. Step one, put on a nose plug.
Class ended and Elldir said to Harry, "Mr. Potter, please stay after class."
