A/N- Wow, I'm actually updating, okay, I am supposed to get a GOOD computer next Saturday, so I can type whenever, and then two weeks after that I get my internet access, so weekly updates will ensue, not promising anything, but that the plan. After I finish this, I am going to rename it, Memento Mori: Kryptonite, and then my other sequels will be Memento Mori: (I haven't thought of it yet) and the final installment will be Memento Mori: Goodbye. I really need a beta, but I'm not sure, if anyone wants to review, and anyone who wants me to continue, review

Chapter 25- Defense Against the Dark Arts

"Look at this rubbish Harry!" Ron said indignantly and tossed the Daily Prophet to Harry. Harry read the Headline, and next to the Articles was a picture of him on a broomstick.

Potter Plunge Really Potter Ploy

Internationally famous Harry Potter makes headlines again. Writes Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter.

"I thought you handled her Hermione?"

"Well she hasn't been spreading nasty rumors has she?"

Harry Potter known for his defeat of You-Know-Who is, as he would like you to believe a Quidditch expert. Though Harry is Gryffindor's house Seeker, many students claim he didn't get the position by talent. "He just used his fame to get on the team, he's really bad. He falls off his broom twice a year!" A fellow student at Hogwarts commented. And Potter's scrupulous tactics don't stop there. Harry Potter would have you believe he has made up a new Quidditch move, deemed the 'Potter Plunge'. It consists of a player flying vertically downward on their broom , releasing it completely to avoid another player, catching the Snitch, and retrieving the broom and pulling it into an upward position, all before slamming into the ground. Quidditch tactic experts alike claim this move is just a fluke, Dr. Havnoly Fa (Hav-no-lie-fa) of the Puddlemere Puddingpops (Minor leagues strategist) comments,

"This move is porpoisterous, having everything in the exact right place, being high enough from the ground, and having the right wind conditions, trajectory, velocity, and balance to pull off such a move is at least a one in one billion chance!" I believe so too. This is Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter signing off.

"She just can't go any lower can she? I never said that move was purposely, I didn't even try it!" Harry said, picking up his orange juice and taking a swig. He looked over at Ron, who was sleeping on the table. Harry hit him in the back of his head, causing him to stir quickly.

"How much longer do we have until we add the lacewings?" Hermione asked randomly, talking about the animagi potion. After calculation they realized it would take them a long time to make, like until August 29th, if they kept everything to schedule.

"Tomorrow." Ron said groggily, the party after the match last night was wild, not wild, but WILD!!!

"Ron, wake up, we have Charms first today, then Divination, and wait a minute, Defense Against the Dark Arts for the whole afternoon?" Harry said. McGonagall had handed out new timetables that morning.

"Yeah Harry, I see it too, O.W.L.'s are just a few months away, and we have to pick our majors, what d'you think?" Hermione started.

"Defense, definitely." Harry and Ron both said at the same time. Hermione looked down at her timetable; she didn't know what her major would be.

"I'm not sure about mine, you know your major is usually what you get your career in."

"Well me and Harry are going to be aurors, what about you?"

"That's just it, I don't know. I think teacher, then I think scientist, then I think this and that and I can't decide." Hermione dropped her head into her hands, sounding as frustrated as a first year.

"It's okay Hermione, just talk to somebody you admire, and get advice from them, see what paths they took." Ron said, raising out of his seat, the Great Hall was starting to empty.

"Ron, that is your greatest idea yet!" Hermione jumped up, hugged him, and ran off toward the staff table.

"Where'd you get that from?" Harry asked when Hermione was out of earshot.

"Fortune cookie." They both shrugged their shoulders and headed for charms.

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"Okay class, Today we will learn the bubble charm! Take out your books and turn to page 335." Lil' Ol' Flitwick said when they got into class. Harry and Ron shot eachother questionable glances and groaned.

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When harry and Ron stepped out of Divination they made their way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, meeting Hermione on the way.

"Have you guys noticed that all the classes have been Dark Arts Defense related?" She asked as she neared them.

"Yeah, Colin and Ginny said that too, they already had their three morning classes." Ron said.

"I wonder what Defense Against the Dark Arts is going to be like." Harry wondered aloud. Hermione shrugged as they entered the classroom. It was empty, except for the other fifth years there. Not just the Gryffindors though, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws too.

"What's going on Potty?" Malfoy snapped, walking through the door behind them. Harry and Ron spun around quickly, but Hermione kept her back turned to Malfoy.

"What's wrong, the mudblood can't face me?" Malfoy sneered, Ron's fists clenched, but before he could leap Dumbledore's voice appeared behind Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy, I will not tolerate any such comments, 150 points from Slytherin, and I will be talking to Professor Snape about this." Dumbledore said, Fleur following behind him; they entered the classroom and stood at the front.

"Okay, as I am sure many of you have recognized today, starts the week of Defense Against the Dark Arts week. All of your classes will be teaching you charms to help you escape from Dark Arts situations, or hinder Dark Arts users. We have set up a simulation of a Death Eater battle here, now I know what you will see and hear may scare you, but I believe you are ready to take it on. When I flick my wand you will all appear inside of a virtual world, fighting plagues of Death Eaters, they are not real, but the spells they cast on you will be. If you are hit by any of the Unforgivable Curses, or if you are in a position that would meet your death, you will appear out here again. This will end when all have been booted from the simulation. If you wish to leave at any time, please send up red sparks and you will be booted from the simulation, any questions?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at eachother with puzzled countenances as the world around them faded. Another setting cleared up their vision. They were in a forest clearing, roughly the size of a Quidditch field, and it was night. A few campfires were around, and all the children from the room were spread out. Several Death Eaters came from the woods. Shooting spells, no warning or anything, it was like real life.

"We gotta go, find somewhere where we can't be attacked from behind!" Ron yelled and pulled Harry and Hermione. Loud noises were banging everywhere, and they could hardly hear him. The trio ran to a small corner where the Death Eaters weren't penetrating and stood back. Looking around Harry noticed everyone was staying in their groups, fighting off the Death Eater.

"Cruico!" a spell came flying at Harry. Suddenly a wave of purple hit it from the side and it flew toward the right and dissappated. Harry looked to the area where the spell came from, Malfoy was standing there with his arm outstretched, obviously the caster of the spell.

A/N Short I know, but I don't have a lot of time, sorry I will continue, Promise!1!