Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the mastermind behind all of this, not me. The
only thing I am responsible for is Kacey, the plot, and the new DADA
teacher.
A/N: I swear this will pick up soon... hang in there. I still have no idea whether or not you guys like this or not, you have to let me know. Or maybe no one has even read this...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~ "That ISN'T funny, Malfoy!" roared Harry furiously. Ron's nose had just grown roughly the size of a tea kettle as a result of Malfoy's curse. He and his two enormous gooneys were doubled up with laughter.
"The hell it's not funny! Look at that thing!" Malfoy choked, gesturing to Ron's nose. "You know, Potter, Weasley's new schnoz would look ravishing with a pair of elephant-sized, green ears!" Malfoy added, pulling out his wand. Without even thinking, Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"EXPELLIARMUS!!" Harry bellowed. Malfoy was knocked right off his feet and his wand landed about two yards from him. Crabbe and Goyle looked thunderstruck. They merely stood there with their mouths drooped open. Malfoy was looking murderous.
"Bad move, Potter! You're going to regret that" growled Malfoy as he fixed his hair and hopping to his feet. "GOYLE! " he snapped at his friend, without taking his eyes off Harry. Goyle retrieved Malfoy's wand as commanded. He began to advance on Harry.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Thundered a very angry voice. All five boys turned to see Kacey Harper marching furiously towards them. She reminded Harry of professor McGonagall. "EXPLAIN!"
"We... er, ...well, he-" Malfoy sputtered looking terrified from Kacey to Harry.
"Well, well. It's nice to see you again, Draco. May I ask you why you were at neither the Sorting Ceremony nor on the train?" she kindly asked.
"My father decided it would be best for me to stay at home a bit longer as he had some business to tend to and needed me to help my mother around the house" replied Malfoy after his courage returned.
"Awww, how sweet. A mother-son bonding" said Kacey sarcastically. Her reply seemed to wipe all the courage away from Malfoy again. "Now will you kindly tell me why Ron's nose is the size of a soccer ball?"
"Well, Potter threatened me with a big nose and his curse backfired and hit Weasly." Malfoy lied in an innocent tone.
"Uh huh. And tell me why Harry had to disarm you and why you were advancing on him?" She did it. She caught him in a lie and was draining him.
"Um, er...I ...well, ..." Draco stuttered again.
"Uh huh. That's what I thought. Kacey said in her normal calm voice. "Five points from Slytherin for lying to Head Girl and another 5 points for starting a fight." Malfoy threw a deadly look at Harry and Ron. "Harry...Ron." She nodded to them. "Hurry and escort Ron to the hospital wing then get down to breakfast." Kacey grinned at them and then turned on her heel to walk away. "Oh, and Malfoy..." Kacey added over her shoulder. "Professor Snape will be informed of your behavior."
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~** ~~
"What on earth was that all about?" Harry asked Ron on the way to the hospital wing. He was completely stupefied by how Malfoy acted.
"What?" asked Ron, careful not to turn his head for fear of his nose knocking Harry unconscious.
"Why was Malfoy so scared of Kacey? She's not even a professor." Said Harry.
"Because Kacey happens to be one of Snape's favorite students. Even over Malfoy." Ron looked through the corner of his eye and saw Harry with a look of bewilderment on his face. "Apparently, she managed to get through to him. I think she and Dumbledore are the only ones who have and truly understand him or something like that. But anyway, if Kacey has dirt on Malfoy, then Malfoy will be the one in trouble."
"But why does Snape like Kacey so much?" Harry asked?
"I dunno, but I hear she's a wiz a potions and she loves it. Maybe that's why." Ron said thoughtfully.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~** ~~
"So Ron's getting his nose fixed?" asked Hermione casually while buttering her toast. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, where were you this morning?" Harry asked after realizing that she wasn't there. Before she could answer, three or four dozen owls came swooping in carrying various packages.
"Oh, mails here. Maybe Sirius wrote back." Said Hermione looking up through the cloud of hooting birds.
"Maybe..." Harry muttered, still looking at Hermione for an answer. Just then, a parcel fell into his lap, no doubt from Sirius. Harry opened it and read it quietly to Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Yes, I know why you felt something, but I'm not sure I'm the person to tell you. Dumbledore will be calling you out of class sometime this week to let you know. I'll be there when he does. But don't spend your time worrying about it until he does. Stay focused on your classes. I'll see you soon.
Love, Sirius
"Well, he wasn't much help either, now was he?" Harry said with ice in his voice. 'I already asked Dumbledore. Can't anyone help me? Is there something their keeping from me?' Harry thought.
"Well, you ready to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts?" asked Hermione, deciding not to linger on the subject.
"Who do we have this year?" Harry asked.
"Moody again, apparently. Well, the real one this time."
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~** ~~
Harry and Hermione walked into the classroom together and took their seats. The room was dimly lit, mainly by two torches on either side a three windows all to the class's right. Finally, after about five minutes of waiting, someone walked in, but it wasn't Mad-Eye Moody. It was a slender looking woman of about twenty-five years old. She wore black robes decorated with red lace. Her long, straight black hair hung down to her shoulders. Her face was very pale, however, her eyes were very dark. Everybody was looking at her as they murmured the same question. "Where was Moody?"
"Good morning, class." The girl said quietly. "I'm Gwen Hope. You're new professor. I can tell some of you wonder what happened to professor Moody, after all, it does say his name on your schedules." She seemed to be reading everyone's mind. "After what happened last year, Moody accepted to come back. However, his memory caught up with him and he was too paranoid to return. I think what happened last year, was the final blow to him. He now refuses to come out of his house. The poor man." She said, even though she didn't look the slightest bit sorry.
"Now for a bit about me. For those of you who remember Professor Lupin," she went on. Harry remembered Lupin very well. "I am his younger cousin. You may also remember he was a werewolf. Well, I think I ought to let you know something right off the bat instead of you finding out later. Yes, he was a werewolf... and I myself am a vampire." Harry heard Neville give a small whimper from behind him. "You will notice how dark it is in here. No need to worry though. It is controlled by potions and regular feedings." She added with a malicious smile after, she too, heard Neville.
"Well! Now that you all know me, open your books to page 98. All I want you to do today is take notes on vampires. You will have a quiz next class over them about how to pick one out of a crowd and how to insure you stay safe." She said quietly as she paced back and forth in the front of the classroom. The class silently got out a piece of parchment and a quill and opened their books. "Um, you can talk to one another if you want. It doesn't bother me, just don't copy each others notes." And with that, she sat down behind her desk and watched them in silence.
"Well, this ought to be interesting." Whispered Hermione. "with a vampire for a teacher and all. I'll bet Dumbledore will get slammed for this." Harry, however, was too busy looking at his teacher. All he could see was her outline because it was so dark, but something about her creeped Harry out. Maybe it was because she was sitting and studying them so perfectly still and silent...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*
A/N: I have no idea whether or not the Head Boy and Girl have the power to take points away, but I let her anyway. ( Also, if any of you care, I will be gone until Tuesday to visit me dear little grandmother. No updates until then, unless I can cram another one tonight.
A/N: I swear this will pick up soon... hang in there. I still have no idea whether or not you guys like this or not, you have to let me know. Or maybe no one has even read this...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~ "That ISN'T funny, Malfoy!" roared Harry furiously. Ron's nose had just grown roughly the size of a tea kettle as a result of Malfoy's curse. He and his two enormous gooneys were doubled up with laughter.
"The hell it's not funny! Look at that thing!" Malfoy choked, gesturing to Ron's nose. "You know, Potter, Weasley's new schnoz would look ravishing with a pair of elephant-sized, green ears!" Malfoy added, pulling out his wand. Without even thinking, Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"EXPELLIARMUS!!" Harry bellowed. Malfoy was knocked right off his feet and his wand landed about two yards from him. Crabbe and Goyle looked thunderstruck. They merely stood there with their mouths drooped open. Malfoy was looking murderous.
"Bad move, Potter! You're going to regret that" growled Malfoy as he fixed his hair and hopping to his feet. "GOYLE! " he snapped at his friend, without taking his eyes off Harry. Goyle retrieved Malfoy's wand as commanded. He began to advance on Harry.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Thundered a very angry voice. All five boys turned to see Kacey Harper marching furiously towards them. She reminded Harry of professor McGonagall. "EXPLAIN!"
"We... er, ...well, he-" Malfoy sputtered looking terrified from Kacey to Harry.
"Well, well. It's nice to see you again, Draco. May I ask you why you were at neither the Sorting Ceremony nor on the train?" she kindly asked.
"My father decided it would be best for me to stay at home a bit longer as he had some business to tend to and needed me to help my mother around the house" replied Malfoy after his courage returned.
"Awww, how sweet. A mother-son bonding" said Kacey sarcastically. Her reply seemed to wipe all the courage away from Malfoy again. "Now will you kindly tell me why Ron's nose is the size of a soccer ball?"
"Well, Potter threatened me with a big nose and his curse backfired and hit Weasly." Malfoy lied in an innocent tone.
"Uh huh. And tell me why Harry had to disarm you and why you were advancing on him?" She did it. She caught him in a lie and was draining him.
"Um, er...I ...well, ..." Draco stuttered again.
"Uh huh. That's what I thought. Kacey said in her normal calm voice. "Five points from Slytherin for lying to Head Girl and another 5 points for starting a fight." Malfoy threw a deadly look at Harry and Ron. "Harry...Ron." She nodded to them. "Hurry and escort Ron to the hospital wing then get down to breakfast." Kacey grinned at them and then turned on her heel to walk away. "Oh, and Malfoy..." Kacey added over her shoulder. "Professor Snape will be informed of your behavior."
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~** ~~
"What on earth was that all about?" Harry asked Ron on the way to the hospital wing. He was completely stupefied by how Malfoy acted.
"What?" asked Ron, careful not to turn his head for fear of his nose knocking Harry unconscious.
"Why was Malfoy so scared of Kacey? She's not even a professor." Said Harry.
"Because Kacey happens to be one of Snape's favorite students. Even over Malfoy." Ron looked through the corner of his eye and saw Harry with a look of bewilderment on his face. "Apparently, she managed to get through to him. I think she and Dumbledore are the only ones who have and truly understand him or something like that. But anyway, if Kacey has dirt on Malfoy, then Malfoy will be the one in trouble."
"But why does Snape like Kacey so much?" Harry asked?
"I dunno, but I hear she's a wiz a potions and she loves it. Maybe that's why." Ron said thoughtfully.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~** ~~
"So Ron's getting his nose fixed?" asked Hermione casually while buttering her toast. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, where were you this morning?" Harry asked after realizing that she wasn't there. Before she could answer, three or four dozen owls came swooping in carrying various packages.
"Oh, mails here. Maybe Sirius wrote back." Said Hermione looking up through the cloud of hooting birds.
"Maybe..." Harry muttered, still looking at Hermione for an answer. Just then, a parcel fell into his lap, no doubt from Sirius. Harry opened it and read it quietly to Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Yes, I know why you felt something, but I'm not sure I'm the person to tell you. Dumbledore will be calling you out of class sometime this week to let you know. I'll be there when he does. But don't spend your time worrying about it until he does. Stay focused on your classes. I'll see you soon.
Love, Sirius
"Well, he wasn't much help either, now was he?" Harry said with ice in his voice. 'I already asked Dumbledore. Can't anyone help me? Is there something their keeping from me?' Harry thought.
"Well, you ready to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts?" asked Hermione, deciding not to linger on the subject.
"Who do we have this year?" Harry asked.
"Moody again, apparently. Well, the real one this time."
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~** ~~
Harry and Hermione walked into the classroom together and took their seats. The room was dimly lit, mainly by two torches on either side a three windows all to the class's right. Finally, after about five minutes of waiting, someone walked in, but it wasn't Mad-Eye Moody. It was a slender looking woman of about twenty-five years old. She wore black robes decorated with red lace. Her long, straight black hair hung down to her shoulders. Her face was very pale, however, her eyes were very dark. Everybody was looking at her as they murmured the same question. "Where was Moody?"
"Good morning, class." The girl said quietly. "I'm Gwen Hope. You're new professor. I can tell some of you wonder what happened to professor Moody, after all, it does say his name on your schedules." She seemed to be reading everyone's mind. "After what happened last year, Moody accepted to come back. However, his memory caught up with him and he was too paranoid to return. I think what happened last year, was the final blow to him. He now refuses to come out of his house. The poor man." She said, even though she didn't look the slightest bit sorry.
"Now for a bit about me. For those of you who remember Professor Lupin," she went on. Harry remembered Lupin very well. "I am his younger cousin. You may also remember he was a werewolf. Well, I think I ought to let you know something right off the bat instead of you finding out later. Yes, he was a werewolf... and I myself am a vampire." Harry heard Neville give a small whimper from behind him. "You will notice how dark it is in here. No need to worry though. It is controlled by potions and regular feedings." She added with a malicious smile after, she too, heard Neville.
"Well! Now that you all know me, open your books to page 98. All I want you to do today is take notes on vampires. You will have a quiz next class over them about how to pick one out of a crowd and how to insure you stay safe." She said quietly as she paced back and forth in the front of the classroom. The class silently got out a piece of parchment and a quill and opened their books. "Um, you can talk to one another if you want. It doesn't bother me, just don't copy each others notes." And with that, she sat down behind her desk and watched them in silence.
"Well, this ought to be interesting." Whispered Hermione. "with a vampire for a teacher and all. I'll bet Dumbledore will get slammed for this." Harry, however, was too busy looking at his teacher. All he could see was her outline because it was so dark, but something about her creeped Harry out. Maybe it was because she was sitting and studying them so perfectly still and silent...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*
A/N: I have no idea whether or not the Head Boy and Girl have the power to take points away, but I let her anyway. ( Also, if any of you care, I will be gone until Tuesday to visit me dear little grandmother. No updates until then, unless I can cram another one tonight.