Chapter 2: The Weapons Class
Harry had the shivers, and he was happy to eat some food. Harry could imagine Dudley being here. The house elves would be rushing in here to serve more food, and Winky would get tears all over it.
When the feast was done, Dumbledore stood up and silenced everyone.
"Okay. Its time to sort the new students into their houses. McGonagall." Dumbledore announced.
Professor McGonagall stood over a chair with the Sorting Hat.
"Trevor Daniels!" Dumbledore shouted.
A skinny kid with a purple Mohawk came running down the isle. He sat in the chair, and Professor McGonagall put the hat on him.
"OW! HIS HAIR IS SPIKED GET ME OFF HIM!" The Sorting hat screamed. Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and cast a spell on the Trevor's hair, and it turned into brown, smooth hair. Professor McGonagall put the hat back on.
"Thanks, oooh this is comfy. Well… how about HUFFLEPUFF!" The Sorting Hat screamed. There was a big cheer at the Hufflepuff table.
"Brian Pickles!" Dumbledore announced. The kid ended up in Ravenclaw.
A bunch of kids got sorted, and then Dumbledore got ready for the last one.
"Tim Spiritchanger!" Dumbledore yelled cheerfully.
A black-spiked-hair sad kid walked slowly to the Sorting Hat with his head down. His clothes were completely black. He fell into the chair, sat up, and closed his eyes. When they were open Harry noticed something strange about them.
"Slytherin is perfect. You only want to go there under one condition that you don't want me to say. Ooooh, this is a hard one. Harder than that Mr. Potter."
Harry blushed as a crowd of girls looked at him and smiled.
"Your orders are telling you to go to Gryffindor. But Slytherin is your home. Well, if you don't want to live with your family, then, better be, GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat announced. There were no cheers though. Who wanted someone that's a member of your enemies who just keeps his head down and walks everywhere with them for years? And Slytherin is his home. How come? Slytherin was a bad person. This kid just sobbed. And then Harry thought about the sight of his eyes. They seemed like snakes' eyes. Maybe that was it. But your orders. To Gryffindor. Harry was attacked by Voldemort each year, and it happens again, through a sad kid? Well whatever it was, he'd better be careful.
"There is going to be a new class for every year now. It is called Meleeoligy. The study of weapons. The reason we are doing this is there are people that can't be hurt with magic. And if you are attacked, we want you to know how to fight back. The teacher for this class will be Tom Slares." Dumbledore announced.
Nobody cheered, but when the teacher walked down the aisle there were loud screams and cheers.
The guy had yellow hair that went down to his neck, his neck was really muscular, and muscles were showing through his long, black pants. It was like having bumps for a leg. His shirt didn't have sleeves, so there you could see big muscles. His face was handsome and he had blue, sparkling eyes. A couple of seventh years squealed and blushed, and then they started whispering in others ears and giggling.
Not that again. Harry thought.
They all headed to their dormitories and grabbed their bags full of books. Everybody had two, since they needed so many books. But there were no books for the Meleeoligy class. That was a relief. Carrying these books would probably make them as strong as Professor Slares. Hermione, Ron, and Harry headed toward the exit of the Gryffindor common room.
On their way out they saw Professor Slares talking to Professor McGonagall.
"Please don't make my name Professor. That just doesn't fit for a warrior. Call me Master Slares, and no Sirs." Master Slares said.
Then Percy came prancing along, and stopped at Master Slares.
"May I help you Sir Professor Slares?" he asked.
Harry saw a major increase in Master Slares muscles.
"Please don't call me Sir or Professor. My name is Master Slares." He said.
"Well, how may I help you?" He asked.
"Carry this no handle blade to a stone outside and stick it in that stone, make sure you don't dent the blade." He said.
Percy looked scared. After all, there was SOMETHING that Percy couldn't do. He better be glad that he was past seventh year.
"Sorry, I have been nicknamed Butterfingers, my hands are extremely greasy." Percy said.
"I guess I'll do it myself." Master Slares said.
When Percy pranced past the hall, Ron caught up with him.
"Greast fingers, eh." He said. "Butterfingers, I've never heard THAT before. Top Boy, Head Boy, best Prefect, and you're refusing to do something for the teachers."
Percy blushed.
"Well why don't you take a blade with no handle and stick it in a stone without denting it?" Percy asked in a smart-alic sort of way.
"I would, if Transfiguration didn't start in five minutes." Ron said.
Professor McGonagall came down the hall and talked to Ron.
"You have Meleeoligy instead, everyone's schedule should be wrong. His class is down by Hagrid's hut." She said. "It will begin in five, I mean three minutes now." She said.
"Oh God we'll lose points for Gryffindor if we don't get there in time. That would be NEGATIVE!" Hermione squealed. She ran down the stairs, and Harry followed. Ron jumped and started chasing them, and Percy turned around walking the opposite way, asking if he could help Professor Flitwick.
Class would start in two minutes, they still had to run down five corridors.
"OH NO!" Hermione squealed. Ten more seconds, and they were standing up a staircase that went down to the door that led into the castle grounds, and then they had to run all the way near the hut. IN TEN SECONDS.
Ron jumped on the side of the staircase and slid down, Harry got on his butt and slid down the stairs, and Hermione jumped all the way down skipping steps. They all got to the door with five second left. They opened it, and ran through. They were standing on a small staircase. All three of them jumped and hit the ground with a loud crunch. They were late. And they were unconscious. They all woke up when someone stepped on their back. It was Master Slares.
"What are you doing here, class starts in ten minutes, I'm going to get ready.
"B-b-but…" Harry tried to start, but got interrupted.
"You guys try too hard. Take off those robes, you don't want too trip over them in class." He said.
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When class started, they were all sitting on the ground, while Master Slares was up front by Hagrid's hunt talking. Gryffindor and Slytherin were here at this time.
"We are going to start with easy stuff today. Small swords that is." He grabbed a tiny sword with a tiny handle from the ground. "People think that you can get more strength into the swing by using both hands. That is true, but with this kind of weapon it isn't since the handle is so small. Hold it with one hand. The other hand is free to block, punch, or hold another sword. You will be practicing with swords that have no blades. You will learn how to swing today, and good skills how to use it. Next time we will get more advanced and learn some little combinations to show me. For a small weapon don't concentrate on power, concentrate on speed. Bring it from one corner and swing it to the farthest corner from there. Then spin it around and keep going. Lets see how you all do."
He gave us each a sword. It was easy, you swung from one corner to another, then went switched sides and went down to the other corner. And after that he showed us how to give one nice finishing slash.
Tim Spiritchanger was very good at it. He did it very fast and his finishing slash was very powerful. He spinned it in a circle in front of him then jumped in spinned in a circle with his sword sticking out. He did some more slashing, threw his sword up in the air, caught it, then slashed again. Master Slares was impressed.
"You guys are better than I thought, do any of you want to duel yet. Lets see how it goes. Don't hit TOO hard though, I don't want to be fired." Master Slares said.
"First match will be… Draco vs. Harry!" He said. He handed each of us a sword and set us in a ring surrounded with stones.
"If anyone is hit three times or comes out of the ring or gives up, you lose." Master Slares said. "GO!"
Malfoy jumped toward Harry and slashed real hard. He raised his sword over his head and got ready to slash Harry on the head. Harry pierced him in the chest and jumped out of the way as his sword hit the ground. He held his sword with both hands, and Harry held his with one.
Malfoy ran toward him and started slashing. Harry blocked most of them with his sword or jumped back. Then Harry started slashing, and fast. One hit Malfoy and set him flying back toward a corner. Harry ran toward the corner and began slashing. Then it happened, he ran into the sword. The curved end hit his chest and knocked him on the ground. Malfoy took his sword and pretended to do a big stab and hit Harry again. Next time Harry was hit, he would lose. Next time Malfoy was hit, HE would lose.
Harry rolled over and jumped up. He ran toward Malfoy slashing, and ran him into a side. Finally, Harry slashed him on his ribs for the last time and made him fall out of the ring.
"OUTSTANDING. Double beat. TWENTY POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Master Slares announced. There was a big cheer from the Gryffindors and boos from the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle looked as though they HAD to give Harry one, big punch in the face.
"Next fight. Pansi vs. Hermione!" Master Slares announced. The both walked into the ring with their sword. They glared at eachother and moved their hands in a certain violent way. They rose their sword and brought he blades down right down their faces. And then, the sissies attacked.
Cat Fight. Harry thought.
There were two high-pitched screams as they both hit each other with their sword. Hermione got a double hit, so she was winning. Pansi jumped forward and tripped Hermione with her sword, and was about to stab her and take off her last life.
Cats have nine lives. GO HERMIONE! Harry thought.
She tripped Pansi and stood up.
"HOW DARE YOU!" she squealed and "stabbed" Pansi.
"Good fight. Another twenty points for Gryffindor.
There was a big cheer at the Gryffindor croud, and more boos from the Slytherin part.
"Next fight. Goyle vs. Ron!" Master Slare said. They ran into the ring. "GO!"
Goyle jumped and tackled Ron. On the ground Ron hit Goyle three times and one, bleeding all over.
"Twenty points for Gryffindor!"
"Next fight. Tim vs. Crabbe!" Master Slares announced. They ran into the ring. "GO!"
The next second Crabbe was out of the ring.
"OUTSTADING! TWENTY-FIVE POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Master Slare said.
Harry had the shivers, and he was happy to eat some food. Harry could imagine Dudley being here. The house elves would be rushing in here to serve more food, and Winky would get tears all over it.
When the feast was done, Dumbledore stood up and silenced everyone.
"Okay. Its time to sort the new students into their houses. McGonagall." Dumbledore announced.
Professor McGonagall stood over a chair with the Sorting Hat.
"Trevor Daniels!" Dumbledore shouted.
A skinny kid with a purple Mohawk came running down the isle. He sat in the chair, and Professor McGonagall put the hat on him.
"OW! HIS HAIR IS SPIKED GET ME OFF HIM!" The Sorting hat screamed. Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and cast a spell on the Trevor's hair, and it turned into brown, smooth hair. Professor McGonagall put the hat back on.
"Thanks, oooh this is comfy. Well… how about HUFFLEPUFF!" The Sorting Hat screamed. There was a big cheer at the Hufflepuff table.
"Brian Pickles!" Dumbledore announced. The kid ended up in Ravenclaw.
A bunch of kids got sorted, and then Dumbledore got ready for the last one.
"Tim Spiritchanger!" Dumbledore yelled cheerfully.
A black-spiked-hair sad kid walked slowly to the Sorting Hat with his head down. His clothes were completely black. He fell into the chair, sat up, and closed his eyes. When they were open Harry noticed something strange about them.
"Slytherin is perfect. You only want to go there under one condition that you don't want me to say. Ooooh, this is a hard one. Harder than that Mr. Potter."
Harry blushed as a crowd of girls looked at him and smiled.
"Your orders are telling you to go to Gryffindor. But Slytherin is your home. Well, if you don't want to live with your family, then, better be, GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat announced. There were no cheers though. Who wanted someone that's a member of your enemies who just keeps his head down and walks everywhere with them for years? And Slytherin is his home. How come? Slytherin was a bad person. This kid just sobbed. And then Harry thought about the sight of his eyes. They seemed like snakes' eyes. Maybe that was it. But your orders. To Gryffindor. Harry was attacked by Voldemort each year, and it happens again, through a sad kid? Well whatever it was, he'd better be careful.
"There is going to be a new class for every year now. It is called Meleeoligy. The study of weapons. The reason we are doing this is there are people that can't be hurt with magic. And if you are attacked, we want you to know how to fight back. The teacher for this class will be Tom Slares." Dumbledore announced.
Nobody cheered, but when the teacher walked down the aisle there were loud screams and cheers.
The guy had yellow hair that went down to his neck, his neck was really muscular, and muscles were showing through his long, black pants. It was like having bumps for a leg. His shirt didn't have sleeves, so there you could see big muscles. His face was handsome and he had blue, sparkling eyes. A couple of seventh years squealed and blushed, and then they started whispering in others ears and giggling.
Not that again. Harry thought.
They all headed to their dormitories and grabbed their bags full of books. Everybody had two, since they needed so many books. But there were no books for the Meleeoligy class. That was a relief. Carrying these books would probably make them as strong as Professor Slares. Hermione, Ron, and Harry headed toward the exit of the Gryffindor common room.
On their way out they saw Professor Slares talking to Professor McGonagall.
"Please don't make my name Professor. That just doesn't fit for a warrior. Call me Master Slares, and no Sirs." Master Slares said.
Then Percy came prancing along, and stopped at Master Slares.
"May I help you Sir Professor Slares?" he asked.
Harry saw a major increase in Master Slares muscles.
"Please don't call me Sir or Professor. My name is Master Slares." He said.
"Well, how may I help you?" He asked.
"Carry this no handle blade to a stone outside and stick it in that stone, make sure you don't dent the blade." He said.
Percy looked scared. After all, there was SOMETHING that Percy couldn't do. He better be glad that he was past seventh year.
"Sorry, I have been nicknamed Butterfingers, my hands are extremely greasy." Percy said.
"I guess I'll do it myself." Master Slares said.
When Percy pranced past the hall, Ron caught up with him.
"Greast fingers, eh." He said. "Butterfingers, I've never heard THAT before. Top Boy, Head Boy, best Prefect, and you're refusing to do something for the teachers."
Percy blushed.
"Well why don't you take a blade with no handle and stick it in a stone without denting it?" Percy asked in a smart-alic sort of way.
"I would, if Transfiguration didn't start in five minutes." Ron said.
Professor McGonagall came down the hall and talked to Ron.
"You have Meleeoligy instead, everyone's schedule should be wrong. His class is down by Hagrid's hut." She said. "It will begin in five, I mean three minutes now." She said.
"Oh God we'll lose points for Gryffindor if we don't get there in time. That would be NEGATIVE!" Hermione squealed. She ran down the stairs, and Harry followed. Ron jumped and started chasing them, and Percy turned around walking the opposite way, asking if he could help Professor Flitwick.
Class would start in two minutes, they still had to run down five corridors.
"OH NO!" Hermione squealed. Ten more seconds, and they were standing up a staircase that went down to the door that led into the castle grounds, and then they had to run all the way near the hut. IN TEN SECONDS.
Ron jumped on the side of the staircase and slid down, Harry got on his butt and slid down the stairs, and Hermione jumped all the way down skipping steps. They all got to the door with five second left. They opened it, and ran through. They were standing on a small staircase. All three of them jumped and hit the ground with a loud crunch. They were late. And they were unconscious. They all woke up when someone stepped on their back. It was Master Slares.
"What are you doing here, class starts in ten minutes, I'm going to get ready.
"B-b-but…" Harry tried to start, but got interrupted.
"You guys try too hard. Take off those robes, you don't want too trip over them in class." He said.
________________________________________________________________________
When class started, they were all sitting on the ground, while Master Slares was up front by Hagrid's hunt talking. Gryffindor and Slytherin were here at this time.
"We are going to start with easy stuff today. Small swords that is." He grabbed a tiny sword with a tiny handle from the ground. "People think that you can get more strength into the swing by using both hands. That is true, but with this kind of weapon it isn't since the handle is so small. Hold it with one hand. The other hand is free to block, punch, or hold another sword. You will be practicing with swords that have no blades. You will learn how to swing today, and good skills how to use it. Next time we will get more advanced and learn some little combinations to show me. For a small weapon don't concentrate on power, concentrate on speed. Bring it from one corner and swing it to the farthest corner from there. Then spin it around and keep going. Lets see how you all do."
He gave us each a sword. It was easy, you swung from one corner to another, then went switched sides and went down to the other corner. And after that he showed us how to give one nice finishing slash.
Tim Spiritchanger was very good at it. He did it very fast and his finishing slash was very powerful. He spinned it in a circle in front of him then jumped in spinned in a circle with his sword sticking out. He did some more slashing, threw his sword up in the air, caught it, then slashed again. Master Slares was impressed.
"You guys are better than I thought, do any of you want to duel yet. Lets see how it goes. Don't hit TOO hard though, I don't want to be fired." Master Slares said.
"First match will be… Draco vs. Harry!" He said. He handed each of us a sword and set us in a ring surrounded with stones.
"If anyone is hit three times or comes out of the ring or gives up, you lose." Master Slares said. "GO!"
Malfoy jumped toward Harry and slashed real hard. He raised his sword over his head and got ready to slash Harry on the head. Harry pierced him in the chest and jumped out of the way as his sword hit the ground. He held his sword with both hands, and Harry held his with one.
Malfoy ran toward him and started slashing. Harry blocked most of them with his sword or jumped back. Then Harry started slashing, and fast. One hit Malfoy and set him flying back toward a corner. Harry ran toward the corner and began slashing. Then it happened, he ran into the sword. The curved end hit his chest and knocked him on the ground. Malfoy took his sword and pretended to do a big stab and hit Harry again. Next time Harry was hit, he would lose. Next time Malfoy was hit, HE would lose.
Harry rolled over and jumped up. He ran toward Malfoy slashing, and ran him into a side. Finally, Harry slashed him on his ribs for the last time and made him fall out of the ring.
"OUTSTANDING. Double beat. TWENTY POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Master Slares announced. There was a big cheer from the Gryffindors and boos from the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle looked as though they HAD to give Harry one, big punch in the face.
"Next fight. Pansi vs. Hermione!" Master Slares announced. The both walked into the ring with their sword. They glared at eachother and moved their hands in a certain violent way. They rose their sword and brought he blades down right down their faces. And then, the sissies attacked.
Cat Fight. Harry thought.
There were two high-pitched screams as they both hit each other with their sword. Hermione got a double hit, so she was winning. Pansi jumped forward and tripped Hermione with her sword, and was about to stab her and take off her last life.
Cats have nine lives. GO HERMIONE! Harry thought.
She tripped Pansi and stood up.
"HOW DARE YOU!" she squealed and "stabbed" Pansi.
"Good fight. Another twenty points for Gryffindor.
There was a big cheer at the Gryffindor croud, and more boos from the Slytherin part.
"Next fight. Goyle vs. Ron!" Master Slare said. They ran into the ring. "GO!"
Goyle jumped and tackled Ron. On the ground Ron hit Goyle three times and one, bleeding all over.
"Twenty points for Gryffindor!"
"Next fight. Tim vs. Crabbe!" Master Slares announced. They ran into the ring. "GO!"
The next second Crabbe was out of the ring.
"OUTSTADING! TWENTY-FIVE POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Master Slare said.