Her first class turned out to be Transfiguration, with Gryffindors, the
entire first year Slytherin group, and Harry Potter. At first, it wasn't
so bad, but then Harry began to teach. The first thing he did was to
transfigure himself into a cat, a white snow owl, then to a deer. He got
wild applause from one side of the room. Saia just noticed tht the side of
the room that was clapping was the Gryffindors. The Slytherins stayed
eerieily silent.
He formed back into the Harry Potter everyone knows, and asked for the class to pay close attention. "Miss Dursley, please come up to the front of the room." She nervously made her way to the front, and stood beside her guardian. "Saia, please change this quill into a needle." She shot a glare at him, but he continued to encourage her. "Just say Qwillerus metalicus. It isn't hard at all, you can do it." Saia tried, but as she murmured the words, something hit the side of her face, causing her to jerk, and shoot the leg of the table that the quill was sitting on. The table jerked, and crashed to the floor. A burst of giggles erupted from the room, but was quickly silenced by a glare from the teacher. "Saia, five points from Slytherin, for your idea of a joke!"
"But, Harry-!"
"Five more, for taking my name to a personal basis!"
"It never bugged you before!"
"Saia May Dursley, I will not tolerate your insolence! Fifteen points from Slytherin, and detention tonight!"
She ran from the front of the room, from the classroom, from the hallway, found a wall, and cried.
Three exausting hours later, both houses were dismissed to lunch. A few Gryffindors were the first to appear beside her, and began to drag her towards the Great Hall. Karla and Chris moved beside Saia, and began to talk to her about why she shouldn't have called him Harry, or why she shouldn't have shot the table, and how she should have joined Gryffindor, with them. They tried to continue, but two figures stepped in between the talking pair and her. Saia glanced at her sides, and prayed her thanks to the gods above. To her left, was James, and her right, Kate. The two hurt Gryffindors moved back into the crowd of maroon, black, and gold, and left her alone. Hopefully, for good.
~*~*~
Harry sat at the teachers' table in the Great Hall, when Draco appeared beside him. "Excuse me, Professor Potter, may I please speak with you?" Harry knew something was wrong. Draco had said 'please'. He followed his lover and friend to a room off to the side, sort of a teachers' lounge in the Great Hall. Once the door closed, Draco revealed his intentions. "You take five points because she can't aim, five more for her calling you 'Harry', and fifteen more for no reason?!? What the bloody hell are you thinking, Potter?"
Harry replied to Draco, "The fifteen points was for getting smart with me. She was yelling at the top of her lungs-"
"Some how I doubt that..."
"She was yelling at the top of her lungs, and disrupting my class!"
"She left the room in tears, and you refused to let anyone make sure she was alright? Harry Potter, she is your flesh and blood, and you are going to treat her like this? I swear, if you do not treat her better, I will personally make sure three things. You will not win the house cup, you will not sleep with me ever again, and you will not, I repeat, not have the equipment to impregnate anything!"
Draco left the room in a hurry, probably to make sure his neice was okay. Draco was right, though. He did need to treat her better. He vowed he would take better care of her, also, because Draco did not believe in idol threats.
He formed back into the Harry Potter everyone knows, and asked for the class to pay close attention. "Miss Dursley, please come up to the front of the room." She nervously made her way to the front, and stood beside her guardian. "Saia, please change this quill into a needle." She shot a glare at him, but he continued to encourage her. "Just say Qwillerus metalicus. It isn't hard at all, you can do it." Saia tried, but as she murmured the words, something hit the side of her face, causing her to jerk, and shoot the leg of the table that the quill was sitting on. The table jerked, and crashed to the floor. A burst of giggles erupted from the room, but was quickly silenced by a glare from the teacher. "Saia, five points from Slytherin, for your idea of a joke!"
"But, Harry-!"
"Five more, for taking my name to a personal basis!"
"It never bugged you before!"
"Saia May Dursley, I will not tolerate your insolence! Fifteen points from Slytherin, and detention tonight!"
She ran from the front of the room, from the classroom, from the hallway, found a wall, and cried.
Three exausting hours later, both houses were dismissed to lunch. A few Gryffindors were the first to appear beside her, and began to drag her towards the Great Hall. Karla and Chris moved beside Saia, and began to talk to her about why she shouldn't have called him Harry, or why she shouldn't have shot the table, and how she should have joined Gryffindor, with them. They tried to continue, but two figures stepped in between the talking pair and her. Saia glanced at her sides, and prayed her thanks to the gods above. To her left, was James, and her right, Kate. The two hurt Gryffindors moved back into the crowd of maroon, black, and gold, and left her alone. Hopefully, for good.
~*~*~
Harry sat at the teachers' table in the Great Hall, when Draco appeared beside him. "Excuse me, Professor Potter, may I please speak with you?" Harry knew something was wrong. Draco had said 'please'. He followed his lover and friend to a room off to the side, sort of a teachers' lounge in the Great Hall. Once the door closed, Draco revealed his intentions. "You take five points because she can't aim, five more for her calling you 'Harry', and fifteen more for no reason?!? What the bloody hell are you thinking, Potter?"
Harry replied to Draco, "The fifteen points was for getting smart with me. She was yelling at the top of her lungs-"
"Some how I doubt that..."
"She was yelling at the top of her lungs, and disrupting my class!"
"She left the room in tears, and you refused to let anyone make sure she was alright? Harry Potter, she is your flesh and blood, and you are going to treat her like this? I swear, if you do not treat her better, I will personally make sure three things. You will not win the house cup, you will not sleep with me ever again, and you will not, I repeat, not have the equipment to impregnate anything!"
Draco left the room in a hurry, probably to make sure his neice was okay. Draco was right, though. He did need to treat her better. He vowed he would take better care of her, also, because Draco did not believe in idol threats.