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Breakfast the next morning was chaos. Word had gotten around about the new teacher, and everyone was on the lookout. However, no one seemed to be able to find her. But the elusive Ms. Harper wasn't the only one; both Harry and Ron hadn't seen Hermione since the previous night.
"Where is Hermione?" Ron asked for the third time that morning.
"Ron," Harry said, "relax. I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"Yeah, Ron," the twins snickered. "Don't worry."
Harry saw Ron go the deepest shade of red that he had ever seen. Luckily, all of it stopped because Hermione chose that exact moment to enter the Great Hall.
"How'd your search go?" Harry asked with a need (for Ron's benefit) to remove the twins' plastered grins.
"Nothing!" she cried furiously. "I found nothing! But I know I've read about an American school somewhere or the other!"
"Look," Ron said, munching on his breakfast, "instead of getting all worked up about it, why not just ask her yourself? We have her right after breakfast, you know."
Hermione nodded, and turned red from the embarrassment of not having thought of that first.
Harry, who couldn't think of anything to say, decided to enjoy breakfast while he still could.
The Gryffindors filed quietly into their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Their new teacher had yet to arrive, so there were near silent whispers concerning her.
"I'm personally glad she's a woman," Hermione said. "Women can teach this subject just as well as men."
"Well, I'm glad she's a woman too," Ron replied. "But for an entirely different reason." He winked at Harry, and both boys shared a devilish grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys," she said.
An immediate hush fell over the room as a woman appeared in the doorway of the room. Harry could at once tell what Fred and George had been talking about when they said she was hot. She appeared to be in her early twenties, and she was pretty tall. Even though she was wearing the traditional black robes, they seemed to accent her perfect figure. Her skin was a pale mocha color, and she had dark chocolaty brown eyes. Her hair was soft and smooth, and seemed to match her eyes almost exactly. Her eyes and hair reminded Ron of Hermione's, and he immediately shook himself of any such thought.
"Good morning, class," she said in a low voice without any trace of an accent. American, Harry knew at once. Definitely American.
"Good morning," they replied softly.
"Well, since I don't know any of your names, and I figure I should, attendance seems like a good idea to me." She sat down at the desk in the front of the room and began to call out names in alphabetical order. When she reached Hermione's name, Ms. Harper turned to look at the girl, and Harry saw a trace of an amused and knowing smile playing her lips.
Then the moment Harry dreaded with every new teacher. "Harry Potter," she said softly, and took a moment to really look at him before moving on.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At least she hadn't made a big deal out of it like some teachers had.
But what really shocked Harry was that Ms. Harper did the same thing when she rolled around to Ron's name (last as usual.). She looked at him and pronounced it in the same slow fashion as she had Harry's. Not that Ron wasn't special or whatever, it's just that he wondered why she did that when Ron wasn't exactly famous. This perplexed Ron as well. It was like she knew something about them all- something she wasn't telling them.
"Well, okay, Gryffindors," Ms. Harper said, standing up. "I think I should probably tell you about the class I'll be teaching, as you will play a major part in it. A lot of people think that defending yourself against the dark arts is knowing a couple of good spells. I happen to be one of those weirdos who think otherwise. I happen to be one of those people who think that you've gotta know what's right and what's wrong, then there's no point. You need to have the inner strength to do it. Now is especially the time to know this as some of you," she turned to the three best friends in front, "already know. I want to show you that there is magic beyond the wand, and you are going to learn how to use it."
Hermione paused from her rapid note-taking to raise her hand. Ms. Harper motioned with her eyes for Hermione to speak and she asked, "Do you mean wandless magic? I didn't think we were to learn that till much, much later."
The amused look set itself on Ms. Harper's face again. "You'd be right about both, Granger. Yeah, we're doing wandless magic, and no, you're not supposed to do that until a while from now. However, due to sudden and extreme circumstances, you headmaster feels it necessary. But I promise, Granger, I know what I'm doing."
Then she went on to write and talk about the basic (yet most complicated rules) Harry had ever seen in his life. By the time he walked out, Harry was silently cursing his writer's cramp.
"I like her," said Hermione chirpily. "She seems like a very good teacher."
"She seems pretty good, but all this wandless magic stuff sounds like a whole lot of work," said Harry.
"Yes, but it should be fun."
"No it won't!" Ron cried out in protest. "We've already got too much to study for! What about the O.W.L.s ? You're always talking about them."
Hermione rolled her eyes again. It wasn't until she was safely in Transfiguration that she realized she never asked Ms. Harper about magic schools in America.
Okay, I know this chapter was so incredibly short, but I'll be sure to make up for it. I've got plenty planned for Ms. Harper. In the next chapter, there is going to be an excellent start of the plot! Please Review!!!!!!
Breakfast the next morning was chaos. Word had gotten around about the new teacher, and everyone was on the lookout. However, no one seemed to be able to find her. But the elusive Ms. Harper wasn't the only one; both Harry and Ron hadn't seen Hermione since the previous night.
"Where is Hermione?" Ron asked for the third time that morning.
"Ron," Harry said, "relax. I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"Yeah, Ron," the twins snickered. "Don't worry."
Harry saw Ron go the deepest shade of red that he had ever seen. Luckily, all of it stopped because Hermione chose that exact moment to enter the Great Hall.
"How'd your search go?" Harry asked with a need (for Ron's benefit) to remove the twins' plastered grins.
"Nothing!" she cried furiously. "I found nothing! But I know I've read about an American school somewhere or the other!"
"Look," Ron said, munching on his breakfast, "instead of getting all worked up about it, why not just ask her yourself? We have her right after breakfast, you know."
Hermione nodded, and turned red from the embarrassment of not having thought of that first.
Harry, who couldn't think of anything to say, decided to enjoy breakfast while he still could.
The Gryffindors filed quietly into their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Their new teacher had yet to arrive, so there were near silent whispers concerning her.
"I'm personally glad she's a woman," Hermione said. "Women can teach this subject just as well as men."
"Well, I'm glad she's a woman too," Ron replied. "But for an entirely different reason." He winked at Harry, and both boys shared a devilish grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys," she said.
An immediate hush fell over the room as a woman appeared in the doorway of the room. Harry could at once tell what Fred and George had been talking about when they said she was hot. She appeared to be in her early twenties, and she was pretty tall. Even though she was wearing the traditional black robes, they seemed to accent her perfect figure. Her skin was a pale mocha color, and she had dark chocolaty brown eyes. Her hair was soft and smooth, and seemed to match her eyes almost exactly. Her eyes and hair reminded Ron of Hermione's, and he immediately shook himself of any such thought.
"Good morning, class," she said in a low voice without any trace of an accent. American, Harry knew at once. Definitely American.
"Good morning," they replied softly.
"Well, since I don't know any of your names, and I figure I should, attendance seems like a good idea to me." She sat down at the desk in the front of the room and began to call out names in alphabetical order. When she reached Hermione's name, Ms. Harper turned to look at the girl, and Harry saw a trace of an amused and knowing smile playing her lips.
Then the moment Harry dreaded with every new teacher. "Harry Potter," she said softly, and took a moment to really look at him before moving on.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At least she hadn't made a big deal out of it like some teachers had.
But what really shocked Harry was that Ms. Harper did the same thing when she rolled around to Ron's name (last as usual.). She looked at him and pronounced it in the same slow fashion as she had Harry's. Not that Ron wasn't special or whatever, it's just that he wondered why she did that when Ron wasn't exactly famous. This perplexed Ron as well. It was like she knew something about them all- something she wasn't telling them.
"Well, okay, Gryffindors," Ms. Harper said, standing up. "I think I should probably tell you about the class I'll be teaching, as you will play a major part in it. A lot of people think that defending yourself against the dark arts is knowing a couple of good spells. I happen to be one of those weirdos who think otherwise. I happen to be one of those people who think that you've gotta know what's right and what's wrong, then there's no point. You need to have the inner strength to do it. Now is especially the time to know this as some of you," she turned to the three best friends in front, "already know. I want to show you that there is magic beyond the wand, and you are going to learn how to use it."
Hermione paused from her rapid note-taking to raise her hand. Ms. Harper motioned with her eyes for Hermione to speak and she asked, "Do you mean wandless magic? I didn't think we were to learn that till much, much later."
The amused look set itself on Ms. Harper's face again. "You'd be right about both, Granger. Yeah, we're doing wandless magic, and no, you're not supposed to do that until a while from now. However, due to sudden and extreme circumstances, you headmaster feels it necessary. But I promise, Granger, I know what I'm doing."
Then she went on to write and talk about the basic (yet most complicated rules) Harry had ever seen in his life. By the time he walked out, Harry was silently cursing his writer's cramp.
"I like her," said Hermione chirpily. "She seems like a very good teacher."
"She seems pretty good, but all this wandless magic stuff sounds like a whole lot of work," said Harry.
"Yes, but it should be fun."
"No it won't!" Ron cried out in protest. "We've already got too much to study for! What about the O.W.L.s ? You're always talking about them."
Hermione rolled her eyes again. It wasn't until she was safely in Transfiguration that she realized she never asked Ms. Harper about magic schools in America.
Okay, I know this chapter was so incredibly short, but I'll be sure to make up for it. I've got plenty planned for Ms. Harper. In the next chapter, there is going to be an excellent start of the plot! Please Review!!!!!!