At dinner, the seventh years were surprised that they weren't the only ones to be assigned to take care of a baby. The first and second years, who all have the same classes together, third years and fourth years, and the fifth and sixth years were also assigned to a baby, except that it's not a human baby.

The first and second years were assigned to take care of baby unicorn, while the third and fourth years to a baby gryffin, and the fifth and sixth years to a baby phoenix.

Harry watched in amusement as Draco Malfoy tried in vain to make baby Amelia, or Mia as the seventh year girls says, stop crying.

"What does this damn baby want?!" Draco asked, frustrated.

"Draco!" Hermione scolded, "Here, let me have her!"
Draco willingly gave baby Mia to Hermione. As soon as Mia was in Hermione's arms, the wails quieted down; Mia had stopped crying.

"You just have to gently shake her to make her sleepy," Hermione said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Draco rolled his eyes and growled.

"It's flying away! It's going to run away!" A voice from the Hufflepuff table shouted, making everyone look towards the edge of the house of loyalty.

It turned out that the voice was Hannah Maypa's, a second year student. She was pointing at the small unicorn that was running, or rather flying, towards the gate of the Great Hall.

Every first and second year student immediately sprang into action. They ran towards the gate and prepared to stun the little white horse.

"On three!" Ginger Tycoon, a Slytherin first year, took charge, "Stunning Charm!"

He waited until the unicorn was close to the ground before he started counting, "Three!"

Every girl and boy of the first and second year students, except for ten, who Ginger assigned to back up in case the plan didn't work shouted the stunning charm. The effect was marvelous, yet… it was frightening.

The charm hit the young unicorn near its left wing, causing it to gasp in pain. The cry it gave was thunderous and could be heard for miles. It caused the first and second years to frown and feel guilty cause the sound it made was the sound you would hear when a person is being tortured by the Unforgivable Curses. Then it dropped to the ground, just like that.

"What in heck's name do you think you were doing, Ms. Tycoon?" Salazar practically shouted, his face red with anger. "Didn't you know that using a stunning spell on any magical creature is illegal?!"

Ginger bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry, Sir! But we had to do something to stop it! I really didn't know it would cause it this much pain!"

"I know," Salazar said. "And for that, I award the first and second year students fifty points."
"Really?" Ginger asked, wide-eyed, "Why?"
"Because you all have shown a great effort," it wasn't Salazar who answered, "And have proved that you could work well as a team," it was Harry.

Beside him, Salazar, Godric, Rowena and Helga nodded.

"Now," Harry said, "I believe it's already 7:00 and I believe that I have all of you as my students for the next hour."

This got the attention of the whole student body. It wasn't until now that the students realized that they all have the same schedule after dinner. Class with Harry Potter. None of the teachers seemed to be leaving, even Snape. It struck Hermione that he would stay only to watch how the wretched, little spoiled brat would teach a whole school and manage to stay sane.

"As your professor, I shall demand your utmost respect. Don't treat me as Harry Potter, your friend, whilst in my class. Treat me as you would treat Severus and Minerva, or maybe even Albus." Harry said, glancing at the Potion's Master, who was quietly seething in anger – probably because he used his first name without asking permission.

Draco snorted, "You mean you want us to treat you like you're crazy?"

Harry smiled, "Yes, Mr. Malfoy, because some of the things you're going to learn in this class is a bit demented." He cleared his voice and the pillar of fire dimmed itself, making the room look creepier. The tables rearranged itself so that it looked like the seats in an official Quidditch field.

"Now," Harry continued, "What do you think can destroy our resident dark lord? Or as you call him, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"

Instantaneously, the students and teachers burst into murmurs and gossips. Ron smirked, even when he flinched at the question, as he considered how crazy his best bud really is. The outburst stopped, however, when Ginny Weasley – Ron's only sister and the last of the Weasley line is a sixth year student – raised her hand, stood up and asked, "Um…"
"Harry," Harry said, "Though you can't treat me as Harry Potter right now, I prefer to called as such, still."

"Um… Harry," Ginny continued, "How exactly do you expect us to know the answer to that? If we knew, don't you think that we wouldn't even fear him? I mean, what the heck! Are you crazy or something?"
Harry only beamed at Ginny and said, "That's what I told you, didn't I? But back to the subject, that will be your first assignment for the year. Every night, I expect all of you to submit at least a 3-inch paragraph about what you think could destroy Voldemort. It could be about anything, just as long as it sounds reasonable. I only want your opinions on this. Even the teachers are welcome to submit their opinions in the matter." He flicked his wand at baby Mia, the unicorn, the gryffin, and the phoenix. "These babies are your assignment from Salzar, isn't it?"
Some of the students simply nodded, while some answered, "We have to take care of them for the whole month."
"A month?"
"Yes, Harry," Hermione answered, "A month."
"Beautiful." Harry said, "That's your second assignment, but I'm extending it until the end of school term."
"What?!" Most of the students complained. It has only been a few minutes and their charges, such as that of the unicorn, were already giving them trouble.

"I will accept no complains," Harry said, "So deal with it. My next question is, what are the names of these babies? I already know little Ms. Amelia Thermopolis as I've had the pleasure of letting her sleep in my lap this morning, but what of the others?"
Ginger stood up and said, "We've decided just a minute ago, that our unicorn's name shall be Traunt. Its meaning is close to 'Runaway,' and it seemed to just fit her."
"A nice name," Harry said, "Thank you, Ms. Tycoon."
"Our gryffin's name is Phase." Lucky Carlos, a fourth year boy, said. "When Professor Salazar game him to us this morning, he looked so marvelous and magestic. That little phase was where we got his name."
"Congratulations, Mr. Carlos," Harry said, "I think he actually likes that name."
The gryffin had its head held up high when Lucky introduced him.

Ginny was next. She stood up and introduced the fifth and sixth year's baby phoenix. "Her name is Silver, simply because of the silvery-white streaks that can be seen near the crown of its head."
"Very fitting," Harry said, returning the babies to the students. He asked some more questions, and in less than thirty minutes, he had managed to give off more than 10 homeworks to be sumbitted after two nights. "Now, you all were assigned to a different tower, right? Well, it would be really hard for us to call upon the Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs when several are in this and that towers. So I have decided to give your towers a new name as well, and it is as mentioned 1) The tower the first and second years will live on for the rest of year is called Youth. 2) The third and fourth years, Scholars. 3) The fifth and sixth years, Thinker. 4) Lastly, the seventh years are to be called, Masters."

"As I'm sure you're all excited to see your new towers," Harry said, "I'm assigning Salazar to lead the Youth, while Helga to lead the Scholars, Rowena to lead the Thinkers, and last but not least, Godric will lead the Masters to their respective towers." He flicked his wand again and the stadium chairs merged back to its original state.

"Godric! Wait!" Harry called, "I'll go with you."
Godric and Harry lead the Masters to their tower. They entered a trap door beneath the head table and was now heading down to where the dungeons leads.

"Professor Godric?" Hermione asked, "I thought Professor Salazar told us that our tower will be above the Great Hall, not beneath it."
She heard Harry chuckle and say, "Go to the window, Mione. Tell me what you see." Doing as was told, Hermione couldn't say anything when she saw the Great Hall beneath the ground she was standing on. But how did that happen?

"More often than not, looks are decieving, Mione." Harry said.

AN:// So is this okay? This is my tenth chapter! Whoopee! I'm finally going to be able to thicken the plot a little. Please Review! Thanks!