A/N: Hi-diddily-ho there neighbor! Ned Flanders here wishing you a good-
diddily-ood read. Yep. Author runs up and attacks Ned with a Duff© Beer
inflatable beer-bottle. HE runs away, warding off the blows. sorry about
that. I love the Simpsons, but they tend to hang around and get quite
annoying. Oh disclaimer people, I don't own them either. Anyway, I
thought I would clear something up about Snape. His hair was greasy not
because he didn't wash it, but because he put hair goop in it and it got
greasy. He has very fine hair and it got very static-y in the cold weather,
but it doesn't anymore. It's thickened. He probably wont wear the goop
anymore. Ok. In this chapter we start with a truce between Harry and Draco
(it starts!) and Adam's first History of Magic class (yay). So, he-diddily-
here hits Ned over the head so he passes out In which Adam Teaches
History of Magic
Chapter 13:
Snape was preoccupied all through lunch. So much so that he missed the stares of 4 students. Draco Malfoy, from the Slytherin table, was staring is surprise that his mentor had forgotten to put in his hair grease, an essential part of his cover. Snape was always more careful than that. This was only the second time he had ever seen him like that, the first being over the summer, when he came to talk to Draco's…father. He shook internally at that thought. The man was the last thing he wanted to think about right now. The rest of the Slytherins were gossiping about who got with who and who did what to whom over the summer. Draco looked around him suddenly disgusted with his housemates. He had to get out of there. He stood and left a little faster than he normally would have moved, ignoring the calls and questions sent his way.
On the other side of the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table, 3 sets of eyes were focused on the potions master. All three had noticed the change in both Snape and Neville. Neville seemed more confident and Snape seemed almost pleasant. (Almost, but not quite. But he did smile now.) Ron turned to Harry.
"Maybe it's a side effect of being drenched in Neville's goo." Hermione shook her head.
"I don't think so Ron. There was noting in the potion that would have reacted in a way that would lead to this."
"Herm, love, this is Neville we're talking about here. Who knows what exactly was in that potion. Hey," Ron said laughing, "maybe it's a super strength cleaning solution. Why else would Snape's hair get that clean?" Herm snickered then caught herself.
"No Ron. What do you think Harry? Harry?" But Harry wasn't listening. His gaze had been drawn across the Great Hall and had been for most of the conversation. He had seen the disgust on Draco's face and as Draco stood to leave Harry followed. His friends called after him as he walked away. He didn't respond.
Harry pushed open the giant doors at the end of the hall and saw Draco, not running, but walking fast down the hall. Harry followed all the way to the front doors, which Draco also went through. Harry pushed forward.
"Draco!" He called, not realizing that he had called Draco by his given name, but Draco did. He turned slightly, looking at Harry over his shoulder, his face impassive. When he spoke his voice was flat, devoid of even the normal malice.
"What do you want Potter?" He asked.
"Well, uh…" Harry faltered. What did he want? Draco raised an eyebrow, waiting. Harry squared his shoulders.
"I saw you leave the hall. I wanted to make sure everything was alright." Draco sneered, but it was a transparent gesture. Harry saw right through it.
"You wanted to make sure everything was alright? Newsflash for you Potter. You can't make everything all right. And why would you care, anyway." Harry shrugged.
"It'd just the way I am. And you haven't been acting like yourself lately." Draco looked sharply at him.
"What makes you say that?"
"I saw you in there. I saw the disgust you felt. I noticed the lack of insults towards me and my friends from you." Draco smiled mockingly.
"So what make you say I'm mot acting like myself? Maybe that is the way I am and I've been acting for the past four years." Harry looked at him with those strange eyes of his, grounding Draco's feet to the spot. He couldn't run, even if he wanted to.
"Is that true?" Draco looked away.
"What if it is?" Harry took a step closer.
"Why?" Draco didn't even try to misunderstand.
"I'm a Slytherin. We're supposed to be nasty. And I'm a Malfoy as well, a double threat." Harry smiled.
"No where does it say that Slytherins had to be nasty. Slytherins are chosen for their ambition, cunning, and pure blood. Not their personality. The nastiness is nothing more than a stereotype. AS for being a Malfoy, well…you can't pick your family." Draco looked at him, "If we could I most certainly would not have chosen the Dursleys." Draco laughed a little.
"I know that. But that's what my father tells me." Harry noticed the stress on father. He raised an eyebrow. Draco elaborated. "Ever since I was very little I have done what my father tells me, like a good little boy. But I'm not a little boy anymore and I've started to notice things, about him, me, life, and I can't just do what he tells me anymore." He broke off and looked at the ground in front of him, and away from Harry. "I told my father some things right before school started and he reacted badly. He basically told me that he was going to disown me and to wait for the owl in the mail. I cried the first night. Then I realized I was free. I was free to do what I wanted, be who I wanted." He looked at Harry, and Harry saw the unshed tears. HE could hardly equate the cold snipping Draco of last year to this fragile young man in front of him. "It won't be easy, and I have to go slowly. But I will be me." He looked away again. "I can't believe I just told you that." Harry smiled.
"I'm glad you did." Draco looked at him. "It seems to me that you needed to tell someone, anyone, an I believe I am correct in guessing that I was the first one you trusted."
"Who says I trust you." Harry nodded his accent.
"You might not trust me, but I think you want to." Draco bit his lip. "You can, you know. Trust me." Draco looked skeptical.
"Why?"
"Who would I betray you to? Ron? Herm? They trust me and my judgment. There's nobody else that I trust enough. And isn't that what friendship is? Trust?" Draco looked at him for a long moment.
"So you're saying you want to be my friend? You didn't when I offered before. Why should I believe you want it now?"
"Because you weren't you then. And you don't have anybody else to turn to. Because no matter what, we have always been a constant in each other's lives." Draco smiled.
"Even if that constant was a constant pain in our necks." Harry laughed.
"Yes, even that. So friends?" He stuck out his hand, and waited. Draco looked at the hand and nodded.
"Friends." He took the hand, and they shook, and if it lasted longer than normal, well there was nobody there to call them on it. Draco shivered as Harry let go of his hand. There had been a warmth when Harry had held his hand, and he felt it's sudden absence very sharply. Harry felt it was well.
"What do you say we go inside then, eh Draco?" Draco nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh yes." They were almost up to the doors when Draco asked, "Harry? How are we going to handle this? Are we going to be secret friends?"
"Do you want to?" Draco shook his head.
"Not really."
"Good. Neither do I. But I don't want to just go in and announce this, it could be dangerous." Draco nodded. Harry had been his friend for all of a minute and already he was thinking of his safety. "Lets just act like naturally. Not tell, but don't hide. Think that'll work?"
"Quite well." They continued on. Draco asked something else which had been bugging him for the last few minutes. "So why does the famous Harry Potter want to be my friend?"
"The famous Harry Potter doesn't. The famous Harry Potter is an infant and an idol, and loved by everybody. The real Harry Potter is a fifteen-year- old boy who is just trying to survive his schooling and has few friends. Everybody wants the boy-who-lived without the boy, but the boy can't do that, so the boy seeks friends who don't want that."
"Oh." Draco said simply. "Well. I guess that answers that." They had by now reached the doors to the Great Hall. "Do you want to get together later? To talk?" Harry nodded.
"Sure. Do you want me to bring Ron and Herm?"
"If you think their ready." Harry nodded. "Shall we meet in the library after classes?"
"Sure. I'll see you then." He turned and went down the hallway that led to the dungeons. Harry watched him go, remembering the feel of Draco's hand in his own. He shook himself awake and re-entered the Great Hall to tell his friends.
In the History of Magic Classroom.
Professor Adam Pierson sat at his desk looking through his notes. They were written muggle-style on loose-leaf paper. He had written them over the summer before he had been able to buy any parchment. There really was no need to look over the notes, he knew it all by heart, but it felt familiar and comfortable. He was a little nervous since it was his first time teaching in a magic school in over 70 years, but he didn't show it. All he really had to do was wait until his first class, the 5th year Gryffindors, arrived. He didn't have to wait long. They arrived as one big group; the first ones only slightly out of breath. Being the new teacher sure did cause a lot of excitement.
Adam didn't look up as they entered the room and sat down in threes at the desks. He didn't even seem to acknowledge them until they were all seated. There were a few murmurs and stifled giggles when he looked up at them. The murmurs stopped and they all watched as he stood and walked around his desk and leaned on it, facing them. He noticed where they all sat, making a mental seating chart. Right in the front row were a tall redheaded boy, a small pretty brunette (obviously the redheads' girlfriend) and a smaller boy with messy black hair. The tip of a scar showed between the ebony locks on his forehead and the circular frames of his glasses. 'That must be Harry Potter and his friends. In my first class, how very interesting.' He finally addressed the class.
"Good Afternoon." His voice was deep and cultured, with a trace of good humor. Many quiet sighs were heard from the females in the audience. "I am Professor Pierson. If that gets too much you can call me Professor P. It will take a while, but in time I will learn all your names as well, just be patient.
"You are now in History of Magic. I will be honest, with the wrong professor this stuff can bore you to tears." There was silence. "It's ok to laugh at my jokes you know. That's what jokes are made for." There was laugher. "Oh good. You all do have a sense of humor. I was worried there for a moment." He smiled at them. "I must admit that I do love history. It is my passion, my life, if you will.
"In subjects like Transfiguration and Herbology there is only so much you are able to learn. In History there is an ever growing well of knowledge. It is the broadest of subjects, since it spans, well, History. Every day there is more history as well. The beginning of this class is history now, too. It just keeps growing. There is always more to learn.
"Today will be focused on discovering how much you do know, how much you know and don't need to, and what you will learn. I would like each of you to take out a piece of parchment and write down all the subjects that you have touched upon, and remember something about. While you do this I'll be taking attendance." He picked up an attendance sheet as the students scrambled for parchment.
"Patricia Abbots."
"Here."
"Robert Bartleby."
"Here,"
"Lavender Brown."
"Here."
"Rachel Cook."
"Here."
"Albert Dumas."
"Here."
"Seamus Finnegan."
"Here."
"Hermione Granger."
"Here." He was right. The brunette was one of Harry Potter's friends.
"Neville Longbottom."
"Here." Adam smiled.
"Hello Mr. Longbottom. How are your plants?" Neville grinned bashfully.
"They're doing great sir."
"Wonderful." The names continued for a few more minutes.
"Parvati Patil."
"Here."
"Harry Potter."
"Here." Adam looked at Harry Potter. He was done with his list already, and it was surprisingly short compared to Hermione's next to him. "It seams we have a piece of living history with us." Harry made a face and blushed. So the boy-who-lived didn't like being famous. Adam knew how that feels. "But History is nothing but tales of humans and their achievements and failures. Nobody should expect perfection, especially from the famous. They tend to be the most human of us all." Realizing he had not only spoken aloud, but that the whole class was staring at him, he continued the role-call, but not before he saw the relief on Harry's face. There was one kid who didn't need any more on his shoulders.
"Dean Thomas."
"Here."
"Ronald Weasley."
"Here." The redhead's voice cracked a little, but nothing serious. Adam smiled at the class again and told them to pass forward their parchments.
"Next on the list of things to do today is for me to tell you about what we're going to learn about this year. Fifth year is the year where we focus more on Myths and Legends in History, and less on Goblin Wars and Troll Battles and other such nonsense. We will be focusing on the origins of wizard magic, the founding of Hogwarts, magical lands, and magical creatures of myths and legends; such as elves, immortals, hobbits or halflings, dwarves, celestials…" He stops at Hermione's raised hand.
"Yes?" She clears her throat.
"Why are we learning about myths? Aren't we supposed to be learning about thing that are real and really happened, like those wars and battles you mentioned?"
"That's a good question. Myths are the most interesting part of history, Miss Granger, and not to mention a vital part. Without myths, a lot of certain spells would be lost, for example. Myths always have a grain of truth in them, as do legends, and are sometimes the only account of an event. Myths and legends are what started history Miss Granger. It is always good to know not only what you need to know, but also why you need to know it. I will go into further detail on that when I start the myths unit.
"Any more questions? No? Ok then. Moving right along…" Adam continued getting of the front of his desk and starting to walk around the room. For the rest of the class he quizzed them on their knowledge of general history and except for a few spots, found it sincerely lacking, although it seemed as if Hermione knew enough information to teach the class herself. Finally Adam looked at the clock. It was time for class to end.
"Ok, I guess that about wraps it up for today. Next time bring your parchments and prepare to write, we're taking notes and starting on our myths unit. Until then goodbye." The students gathered their things, grumbling about the class being over already. Adam smiled. He just hoped they we're prepared to learn; otherwise they were in for deep trouble. The smile turned into a grin. He loved to teach!
TBC.
A/N: Oh gosh, it's getting harder and harder to squeeze out this story. Don't worry it'll still keep coming. I just mapped out the upcoming chapters, and I found out this will be at least 37 chapters plus an Appendix. Wow. So, do you like Adam teaching? Don't worry, you'll see more later. Yes, Harry and Draco will be getting together in the next few chapters. Yes, he will talk about immortals. Yes, he sort of becomes a mentor to Neville, but he finds a new mommy in Sprout. Um…Next chapter, Draco joins Harry & Co. and Adam finally talks to Dumbledore. Until then, R/R. Oh, and yes, there were more LotR references. I will say it again, I do not own them. I will also reiterate my earlier statement that if anybody had any pics they drew in relation to this story, it would be greatly appreciated. I will update my Homepage, too, but it's hard to do, so expect updates here first. Anyway, happy reading.
Chapter 13:
Snape was preoccupied all through lunch. So much so that he missed the stares of 4 students. Draco Malfoy, from the Slytherin table, was staring is surprise that his mentor had forgotten to put in his hair grease, an essential part of his cover. Snape was always more careful than that. This was only the second time he had ever seen him like that, the first being over the summer, when he came to talk to Draco's…father. He shook internally at that thought. The man was the last thing he wanted to think about right now. The rest of the Slytherins were gossiping about who got with who and who did what to whom over the summer. Draco looked around him suddenly disgusted with his housemates. He had to get out of there. He stood and left a little faster than he normally would have moved, ignoring the calls and questions sent his way.
On the other side of the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table, 3 sets of eyes were focused on the potions master. All three had noticed the change in both Snape and Neville. Neville seemed more confident and Snape seemed almost pleasant. (Almost, but not quite. But he did smile now.) Ron turned to Harry.
"Maybe it's a side effect of being drenched in Neville's goo." Hermione shook her head.
"I don't think so Ron. There was noting in the potion that would have reacted in a way that would lead to this."
"Herm, love, this is Neville we're talking about here. Who knows what exactly was in that potion. Hey," Ron said laughing, "maybe it's a super strength cleaning solution. Why else would Snape's hair get that clean?" Herm snickered then caught herself.
"No Ron. What do you think Harry? Harry?" But Harry wasn't listening. His gaze had been drawn across the Great Hall and had been for most of the conversation. He had seen the disgust on Draco's face and as Draco stood to leave Harry followed. His friends called after him as he walked away. He didn't respond.
Harry pushed open the giant doors at the end of the hall and saw Draco, not running, but walking fast down the hall. Harry followed all the way to the front doors, which Draco also went through. Harry pushed forward.
"Draco!" He called, not realizing that he had called Draco by his given name, but Draco did. He turned slightly, looking at Harry over his shoulder, his face impassive. When he spoke his voice was flat, devoid of even the normal malice.
"What do you want Potter?" He asked.
"Well, uh…" Harry faltered. What did he want? Draco raised an eyebrow, waiting. Harry squared his shoulders.
"I saw you leave the hall. I wanted to make sure everything was alright." Draco sneered, but it was a transparent gesture. Harry saw right through it.
"You wanted to make sure everything was alright? Newsflash for you Potter. You can't make everything all right. And why would you care, anyway." Harry shrugged.
"It'd just the way I am. And you haven't been acting like yourself lately." Draco looked sharply at him.
"What makes you say that?"
"I saw you in there. I saw the disgust you felt. I noticed the lack of insults towards me and my friends from you." Draco smiled mockingly.
"So what make you say I'm mot acting like myself? Maybe that is the way I am and I've been acting for the past four years." Harry looked at him with those strange eyes of his, grounding Draco's feet to the spot. He couldn't run, even if he wanted to.
"Is that true?" Draco looked away.
"What if it is?" Harry took a step closer.
"Why?" Draco didn't even try to misunderstand.
"I'm a Slytherin. We're supposed to be nasty. And I'm a Malfoy as well, a double threat." Harry smiled.
"No where does it say that Slytherins had to be nasty. Slytherins are chosen for their ambition, cunning, and pure blood. Not their personality. The nastiness is nothing more than a stereotype. AS for being a Malfoy, well…you can't pick your family." Draco looked at him, "If we could I most certainly would not have chosen the Dursleys." Draco laughed a little.
"I know that. But that's what my father tells me." Harry noticed the stress on father. He raised an eyebrow. Draco elaborated. "Ever since I was very little I have done what my father tells me, like a good little boy. But I'm not a little boy anymore and I've started to notice things, about him, me, life, and I can't just do what he tells me anymore." He broke off and looked at the ground in front of him, and away from Harry. "I told my father some things right before school started and he reacted badly. He basically told me that he was going to disown me and to wait for the owl in the mail. I cried the first night. Then I realized I was free. I was free to do what I wanted, be who I wanted." He looked at Harry, and Harry saw the unshed tears. HE could hardly equate the cold snipping Draco of last year to this fragile young man in front of him. "It won't be easy, and I have to go slowly. But I will be me." He looked away again. "I can't believe I just told you that." Harry smiled.
"I'm glad you did." Draco looked at him. "It seems to me that you needed to tell someone, anyone, an I believe I am correct in guessing that I was the first one you trusted."
"Who says I trust you." Harry nodded his accent.
"You might not trust me, but I think you want to." Draco bit his lip. "You can, you know. Trust me." Draco looked skeptical.
"Why?"
"Who would I betray you to? Ron? Herm? They trust me and my judgment. There's nobody else that I trust enough. And isn't that what friendship is? Trust?" Draco looked at him for a long moment.
"So you're saying you want to be my friend? You didn't when I offered before. Why should I believe you want it now?"
"Because you weren't you then. And you don't have anybody else to turn to. Because no matter what, we have always been a constant in each other's lives." Draco smiled.
"Even if that constant was a constant pain in our necks." Harry laughed.
"Yes, even that. So friends?" He stuck out his hand, and waited. Draco looked at the hand and nodded.
"Friends." He took the hand, and they shook, and if it lasted longer than normal, well there was nobody there to call them on it. Draco shivered as Harry let go of his hand. There had been a warmth when Harry had held his hand, and he felt it's sudden absence very sharply. Harry felt it was well.
"What do you say we go inside then, eh Draco?" Draco nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh yes." They were almost up to the doors when Draco asked, "Harry? How are we going to handle this? Are we going to be secret friends?"
"Do you want to?" Draco shook his head.
"Not really."
"Good. Neither do I. But I don't want to just go in and announce this, it could be dangerous." Draco nodded. Harry had been his friend for all of a minute and already he was thinking of his safety. "Lets just act like naturally. Not tell, but don't hide. Think that'll work?"
"Quite well." They continued on. Draco asked something else which had been bugging him for the last few minutes. "So why does the famous Harry Potter want to be my friend?"
"The famous Harry Potter doesn't. The famous Harry Potter is an infant and an idol, and loved by everybody. The real Harry Potter is a fifteen-year- old boy who is just trying to survive his schooling and has few friends. Everybody wants the boy-who-lived without the boy, but the boy can't do that, so the boy seeks friends who don't want that."
"Oh." Draco said simply. "Well. I guess that answers that." They had by now reached the doors to the Great Hall. "Do you want to get together later? To talk?" Harry nodded.
"Sure. Do you want me to bring Ron and Herm?"
"If you think their ready." Harry nodded. "Shall we meet in the library after classes?"
"Sure. I'll see you then." He turned and went down the hallway that led to the dungeons. Harry watched him go, remembering the feel of Draco's hand in his own. He shook himself awake and re-entered the Great Hall to tell his friends.
In the History of Magic Classroom.
Professor Adam Pierson sat at his desk looking through his notes. They were written muggle-style on loose-leaf paper. He had written them over the summer before he had been able to buy any parchment. There really was no need to look over the notes, he knew it all by heart, but it felt familiar and comfortable. He was a little nervous since it was his first time teaching in a magic school in over 70 years, but he didn't show it. All he really had to do was wait until his first class, the 5th year Gryffindors, arrived. He didn't have to wait long. They arrived as one big group; the first ones only slightly out of breath. Being the new teacher sure did cause a lot of excitement.
Adam didn't look up as they entered the room and sat down in threes at the desks. He didn't even seem to acknowledge them until they were all seated. There were a few murmurs and stifled giggles when he looked up at them. The murmurs stopped and they all watched as he stood and walked around his desk and leaned on it, facing them. He noticed where they all sat, making a mental seating chart. Right in the front row were a tall redheaded boy, a small pretty brunette (obviously the redheads' girlfriend) and a smaller boy with messy black hair. The tip of a scar showed between the ebony locks on his forehead and the circular frames of his glasses. 'That must be Harry Potter and his friends. In my first class, how very interesting.' He finally addressed the class.
"Good Afternoon." His voice was deep and cultured, with a trace of good humor. Many quiet sighs were heard from the females in the audience. "I am Professor Pierson. If that gets too much you can call me Professor P. It will take a while, but in time I will learn all your names as well, just be patient.
"You are now in History of Magic. I will be honest, with the wrong professor this stuff can bore you to tears." There was silence. "It's ok to laugh at my jokes you know. That's what jokes are made for." There was laugher. "Oh good. You all do have a sense of humor. I was worried there for a moment." He smiled at them. "I must admit that I do love history. It is my passion, my life, if you will.
"In subjects like Transfiguration and Herbology there is only so much you are able to learn. In History there is an ever growing well of knowledge. It is the broadest of subjects, since it spans, well, History. Every day there is more history as well. The beginning of this class is history now, too. It just keeps growing. There is always more to learn.
"Today will be focused on discovering how much you do know, how much you know and don't need to, and what you will learn. I would like each of you to take out a piece of parchment and write down all the subjects that you have touched upon, and remember something about. While you do this I'll be taking attendance." He picked up an attendance sheet as the students scrambled for parchment.
"Patricia Abbots."
"Here."
"Robert Bartleby."
"Here,"
"Lavender Brown."
"Here."
"Rachel Cook."
"Here."
"Albert Dumas."
"Here."
"Seamus Finnegan."
"Here."
"Hermione Granger."
"Here." He was right. The brunette was one of Harry Potter's friends.
"Neville Longbottom."
"Here." Adam smiled.
"Hello Mr. Longbottom. How are your plants?" Neville grinned bashfully.
"They're doing great sir."
"Wonderful." The names continued for a few more minutes.
"Parvati Patil."
"Here."
"Harry Potter."
"Here." Adam looked at Harry Potter. He was done with his list already, and it was surprisingly short compared to Hermione's next to him. "It seams we have a piece of living history with us." Harry made a face and blushed. So the boy-who-lived didn't like being famous. Adam knew how that feels. "But History is nothing but tales of humans and their achievements and failures. Nobody should expect perfection, especially from the famous. They tend to be the most human of us all." Realizing he had not only spoken aloud, but that the whole class was staring at him, he continued the role-call, but not before he saw the relief on Harry's face. There was one kid who didn't need any more on his shoulders.
"Dean Thomas."
"Here."
"Ronald Weasley."
"Here." The redhead's voice cracked a little, but nothing serious. Adam smiled at the class again and told them to pass forward their parchments.
"Next on the list of things to do today is for me to tell you about what we're going to learn about this year. Fifth year is the year where we focus more on Myths and Legends in History, and less on Goblin Wars and Troll Battles and other such nonsense. We will be focusing on the origins of wizard magic, the founding of Hogwarts, magical lands, and magical creatures of myths and legends; such as elves, immortals, hobbits or halflings, dwarves, celestials…" He stops at Hermione's raised hand.
"Yes?" She clears her throat.
"Why are we learning about myths? Aren't we supposed to be learning about thing that are real and really happened, like those wars and battles you mentioned?"
"That's a good question. Myths are the most interesting part of history, Miss Granger, and not to mention a vital part. Without myths, a lot of certain spells would be lost, for example. Myths always have a grain of truth in them, as do legends, and are sometimes the only account of an event. Myths and legends are what started history Miss Granger. It is always good to know not only what you need to know, but also why you need to know it. I will go into further detail on that when I start the myths unit.
"Any more questions? No? Ok then. Moving right along…" Adam continued getting of the front of his desk and starting to walk around the room. For the rest of the class he quizzed them on their knowledge of general history and except for a few spots, found it sincerely lacking, although it seemed as if Hermione knew enough information to teach the class herself. Finally Adam looked at the clock. It was time for class to end.
"Ok, I guess that about wraps it up for today. Next time bring your parchments and prepare to write, we're taking notes and starting on our myths unit. Until then goodbye." The students gathered their things, grumbling about the class being over already. Adam smiled. He just hoped they we're prepared to learn; otherwise they were in for deep trouble. The smile turned into a grin. He loved to teach!
TBC.
A/N: Oh gosh, it's getting harder and harder to squeeze out this story. Don't worry it'll still keep coming. I just mapped out the upcoming chapters, and I found out this will be at least 37 chapters plus an Appendix. Wow. So, do you like Adam teaching? Don't worry, you'll see more later. Yes, Harry and Draco will be getting together in the next few chapters. Yes, he will talk about immortals. Yes, he sort of becomes a mentor to Neville, but he finds a new mommy in Sprout. Um…Next chapter, Draco joins Harry & Co. and Adam finally talks to Dumbledore. Until then, R/R. Oh, and yes, there were more LotR references. I will say it again, I do not own them. I will also reiterate my earlier statement that if anybody had any pics they drew in relation to this story, it would be greatly appreciated. I will update my Homepage, too, but it's hard to do, so expect updates here first. Anyway, happy reading.