Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. If you thought I owned Harry Potter, would I be sitting here, writing fanfiction? I didn't think so! g
A/N: Me? I'm bored. That's why I'm writing this. Or maybe I'm writing this, because I don't want to write the extra chapters I'm supposed to write for the evil English teacher I have. (Who will, be the new DADA teacher in this fic, and will be widely hated! g)
A/N 2: No flames allowed! I have a nice, cold bucket of water for flames! Also, if they sound American, sorry, it's the only way I really know how to talk!
"Harry, you reckon the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be any good this year?" Ron Weasley said as he walked off toward the class with his best friends, Hermione Granger and the famous Harry Potter.
"Maybe. I don't think she'll be any better than Lupin was." Harry was a little preoccupied pretending to look like he didn't notice all the first years that were staring at him. Well, not him, exactly. They were staring at his scar.
"A woman? We're having a female teacher? For Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Ron almost dropped his books on Harry's foot.
"Yes, a woman. Honestly Ron!" Hermione was starting to get annoyed at Ron again. Harry, who sensed it coming on, decided to change the subject.
"I heard there's a new place in Hogsmeade." Ron's face lit up. He hadn't heard anything, but then he didn't have a godfather who was presently hiding out there.
"Really?"
"Yeah, apparently it's a virtual reality type thing."
"Isn't virtual reality a muggle invention?" Hermione inquired.
"Yeah, but this is supposed to be much more real. Sirius, sorry, Snuffles told me that you switch places with a muggle for an hour. Of course, the muggle's memory gets erased when it's over. I thought Ron might be interested—" Harry was cut off, as they had entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their usual seats near the back.
"I don't think, Mr. Potter. Come up here to the front, next to Mr. Malfoy. And you Mr. Weasley, come up here next to Neville." Harry sadly mouthed "Bye" to his friends as he walked to his new seat.
"I am Professor Jacobi. My class is intended to be fun, but right now we need to work. After all, you should be prepared for your OWLs at the end of this year." Ron groaned. He was constantly reminded of his OWLs by everyone except Harry and other students who weren't looking forward to them. That group of students unfortunately didn't include Hermione.
"Mr. Weasley, the OWLs are a very important subject. I suggest you stop groaning, and start studying." Jacobi had a friendly face, surrounded by badly styled hair. Her bangs were practically straight up in the air, making her look a few inches taller. While she looked friendly, acted friendly, and smiled friendly, her class was NOT friendly. More like incredibly boring.
For the rest of the class, everyone tried not to fall asleep as a five-minute lecture on what they would do during the year took the whole hour.
"Definitely not the best DADA teacher we've ever had." Ron said as they walked out of class, dreading the next DADA class almost as much as Double Potions with the Slytherins. Almost.
Back at the common room, Harry noticed a sign for the next Hogsmeade weekend. Tomorrow!
"Ron, Hogsmeade tomorrow!"
"Really? We've never had a Hogsmeade visit this early in the year. Odd…" Crookshanks walked over to Ron, who tried very hard not to get mad. He calmly picked up the protesting cat, and handed it to Hermione. Hermione graciously took her cat.
"Are you going to try out the new shop Ron? I think you might really benefit from it. It'd be a great learning experience for you."
"Is everything a learning experience to you Hermione? I'm surprised you haven't told Harry that having a godfather in hiding is a learning experience!" Ron was yet again mad at Hermione. Some things will never change.
"Actually, she has…" Harry said, coming back down from the dormitory with his Firebolt.
"Ron, want to go practice Quidditch with me? Maybe Fred'll let you borrow his Cleansweep 7." Harry wasn't amazed at the Firebolt as much as he had been before, but others were. In fact, a first year had just walked in the dormitory, nearly dropping his books as she noticed the broom.
"Yeah, sure!" Ron ran off toward the seventh year's dormitory. "FRED!"
So, what do you think? It's my first fic, and I promise it will get more interesting! Next chapter, something will go horribly wrong!! *eg* I bet you can guess who did it….LOL
BTW: R/R please! If you don't, I'll curse you with my wand! *holds out plastic wand from her old magic set*
