AN: Well, we're racing now! Here is chapter four. There's DADA classes, the
arrival of Bauxbaton and Durmstrang, more Professor Paris (what a guy!) and
a depressing speech about the dark side. Read on my young friends, read on!
And remember to review!!!
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CHAPTER FOUR:
Harry woke with a start. He'd been dreaming. Dreaming the same dream that had been haunting him since the Triwizard tournament, the appearance of his parents when dueling with lord Voldemort. . . the murder of Cedric. He would have the dreams now and then when he was nervous or stressed. He shook himself out of his stupor and rose to prepare for the first day of his last year at Hogwarts.
"DADA and the arrival of Bauxbaton and Durmstrang." He muttered to himself as he put on pants and a top, opened the window so Hedwig could get into the room after her midnight flight and ran down the stairs to breakfast.
"Hey Harry, how'd you sleep?" said Ron as Harry took his regular place between his two best friends.
"Not so good, I had the dream again. But I think it was brought on by some thoughts I was having before I went to sleep last night." He paused, planning how he was going to tell them his theory.
"Don't you think it's a bit strange for them to be holding a competition like this now Voldemort has returned to power? What if this is some type of training course because they've found something out. What if this is to teach us how to fight because there may be a battle soon. What if. . . ."
"What if the sky falls in and you hair turns green!" Ron cut in laughing. "I think you're just getting a little bit ahead of yourself here, now come on and eat you breakfast, don't want to be late for 'Professor Leather Pant's' class now do we!" Ron directed this last comment at Hermione who threw the last of her toast at him.
The three rose from their seat and began out into the great hall to the Defence class. They reached the class at the same time as Neville and Seamus, and filed in. Sitting on the large mahogany desk at the front was Professor Paris. He was wearing a sheer white shirt, leather pants and boots. His hair was shorter that it had been the other night, about to his ears and was curled. The girls had taken the front seats and were chatting to him with glazed expressions on their faces.
"Oh great, another pretty boy!" Whispered Ron as he and Harry took seats at the back of the class.
"Good morning all, due to the arrival of our neighboring schools, today's lesson will be a little shorter that normal, so I decided to simply discuss with you all what you shall be doing this year." The professor slid off the desk and began to walk up and down the rows of students.
"Firstly, I'd like to say that I'm extremely glad to be here. I've spoken to a few of you past defence teachers, especially Professor Lupin, and they agree that you are an exceptionally gifted class. Secondly, we will be focusing mainly on defence tactics this year. Dumbledore has instructed me to push you to the limits as the wizarding world has become a dark place and you will need all the skills you can to survive." He paused, allowing his words to sink in.
"I have spent the last few years working for the ministry of Magic's defence section. I know what you're up against and how hard it will be to defend against it. In you fourth year, I believe, you were taught about the unforgivable curses. We will be studying them in more detail along with many other tactics to teach you how to avoid capture, torture and subsequent death."
The class was silent. Every eye was on their teacher who had returned to his desk, reached down behind it and lifted a large trunk on top of it. He opened the trunk and began taking out some very interesting objects. There were sneakoscopes, books of spells, strange wires and pictures.
"Each of these items has a different way of assisting witches and wizards defend against the dark side. In our next lesson I will explain how each works and give some demonstrations, but unfortunately, today's lesson is over, so now would you all kindly return you school equipment to your common rooms and meet in the Great entrance way."
The class filed out and returned to Gryffindor common room.
"Whoa, he was a little ray of sunshine wasn't he!" said Ron as he chucked his bag onto the closest chair and turned to leave again.
"He is right you know. The wizarding world is becoming a dangerous place and it was good of him to treat us as adults and speak to us like that." said Hermione as she joined Ron.
"What are you talking about!? I doubt you would have heard a word he said you were so busy checking out his pants!"
"Oh Ron shut up!"
"Guys," Harry cut in, "the other schools are coming, can we try and focus please!"
"Sheesh, he's a bit grumpy." Ron muttered to Hermione. Harry frowned.
"Sorry guys. I didn't get much sleep."
The three left the common room and entered the main hall preparing to meet the delegates from the other schools. The hall was crowded with the other students all craning to see out into the grounds.
"How do you think they'll arrive this time?" Ron asked Hermione as they squeezed past the other students to get a better position.
"Don't know."
"Hey what's that?" One of the first years was pointing at a large dark cloud, in the clear blue sky, moving slowly towards the school. All of a sudden the cloud burst into bats and fluttered down to the grounds as a tornado. Then with a blast, where the bats had been was a large brown coach and from it stepped Madame Maxime and her Bauxbaton students. Professor Dumbledore strode forward.
"Madame Maxime, how wonderful to see you again! How was your journey?"
"'Ello, Professor, I'm well, thank you. Come my children and meet the wonderful students of 'ogwarts." The students slowly stepped from the coach and moved towards the other student. Ron, Harry and Hermione saw Fleur wave in their direction and went over to see her.
"'Ello, Ron, 'Arry and 'Ermione, I'm so glad to see you." Fleur hugged each of them in turn and the four moved away from the loud crowd to talk.
"Is Victor 'ere yet?" Fleur asked looking around.
"No, but I think that's them now." Harry was pointing towards the outskirts of the forest towards a tiny purple dot. The Dot began to grow, bigger and bigger, changing color from purple to blue to green, pink and red. Then with a flash of silver the dot burst and there were the Durmstrang students. Standing with them was a small man, of perhaps 40 years of age, who shifted nervously as the Hogwarts students surged towards him.
"Victor!" cried Fleur running to Victor and giving him a hug. The small man jumped slightly, but smiled at all the students. Victor stepped towards the trio.
"It is very good to see you all." He said looking at Hermione as she blushed and looked away.
"Professor Jackovf!" Dumbledore called merrily. " How fantastic it is to see you!"
"Yes, hello Professor Dumbledorr. Good to see you as vell." Harry was surprised at Professor Jackovfs clipped accent. It was not as heavy as his students, and sounded quite vague.
Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "It is wonderful to have you all here at Hogwarts. Please, come inside and let us have some lunch." Dumbledore took Mademe Maxime by the arm and all the students from the three schools swarmed in after them and into the great hall.
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Also, A very big THANK YOU! To Avalon Floyd and Hannah, much appreciated reviewers. Thanx guys!
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CHAPTER FOUR:
Harry woke with a start. He'd been dreaming. Dreaming the same dream that had been haunting him since the Triwizard tournament, the appearance of his parents when dueling with lord Voldemort. . . the murder of Cedric. He would have the dreams now and then when he was nervous or stressed. He shook himself out of his stupor and rose to prepare for the first day of his last year at Hogwarts.
"DADA and the arrival of Bauxbaton and Durmstrang." He muttered to himself as he put on pants and a top, opened the window so Hedwig could get into the room after her midnight flight and ran down the stairs to breakfast.
"Hey Harry, how'd you sleep?" said Ron as Harry took his regular place between his two best friends.
"Not so good, I had the dream again. But I think it was brought on by some thoughts I was having before I went to sleep last night." He paused, planning how he was going to tell them his theory.
"Don't you think it's a bit strange for them to be holding a competition like this now Voldemort has returned to power? What if this is some type of training course because they've found something out. What if this is to teach us how to fight because there may be a battle soon. What if. . . ."
"What if the sky falls in and you hair turns green!" Ron cut in laughing. "I think you're just getting a little bit ahead of yourself here, now come on and eat you breakfast, don't want to be late for 'Professor Leather Pant's' class now do we!" Ron directed this last comment at Hermione who threw the last of her toast at him.
The three rose from their seat and began out into the great hall to the Defence class. They reached the class at the same time as Neville and Seamus, and filed in. Sitting on the large mahogany desk at the front was Professor Paris. He was wearing a sheer white shirt, leather pants and boots. His hair was shorter that it had been the other night, about to his ears and was curled. The girls had taken the front seats and were chatting to him with glazed expressions on their faces.
"Oh great, another pretty boy!" Whispered Ron as he and Harry took seats at the back of the class.
"Good morning all, due to the arrival of our neighboring schools, today's lesson will be a little shorter that normal, so I decided to simply discuss with you all what you shall be doing this year." The professor slid off the desk and began to walk up and down the rows of students.
"Firstly, I'd like to say that I'm extremely glad to be here. I've spoken to a few of you past defence teachers, especially Professor Lupin, and they agree that you are an exceptionally gifted class. Secondly, we will be focusing mainly on defence tactics this year. Dumbledore has instructed me to push you to the limits as the wizarding world has become a dark place and you will need all the skills you can to survive." He paused, allowing his words to sink in.
"I have spent the last few years working for the ministry of Magic's defence section. I know what you're up against and how hard it will be to defend against it. In you fourth year, I believe, you were taught about the unforgivable curses. We will be studying them in more detail along with many other tactics to teach you how to avoid capture, torture and subsequent death."
The class was silent. Every eye was on their teacher who had returned to his desk, reached down behind it and lifted a large trunk on top of it. He opened the trunk and began taking out some very interesting objects. There were sneakoscopes, books of spells, strange wires and pictures.
"Each of these items has a different way of assisting witches and wizards defend against the dark side. In our next lesson I will explain how each works and give some demonstrations, but unfortunately, today's lesson is over, so now would you all kindly return you school equipment to your common rooms and meet in the Great entrance way."
The class filed out and returned to Gryffindor common room.
"Whoa, he was a little ray of sunshine wasn't he!" said Ron as he chucked his bag onto the closest chair and turned to leave again.
"He is right you know. The wizarding world is becoming a dangerous place and it was good of him to treat us as adults and speak to us like that." said Hermione as she joined Ron.
"What are you talking about!? I doubt you would have heard a word he said you were so busy checking out his pants!"
"Oh Ron shut up!"
"Guys," Harry cut in, "the other schools are coming, can we try and focus please!"
"Sheesh, he's a bit grumpy." Ron muttered to Hermione. Harry frowned.
"Sorry guys. I didn't get much sleep."
The three left the common room and entered the main hall preparing to meet the delegates from the other schools. The hall was crowded with the other students all craning to see out into the grounds.
"How do you think they'll arrive this time?" Ron asked Hermione as they squeezed past the other students to get a better position.
"Don't know."
"Hey what's that?" One of the first years was pointing at a large dark cloud, in the clear blue sky, moving slowly towards the school. All of a sudden the cloud burst into bats and fluttered down to the grounds as a tornado. Then with a blast, where the bats had been was a large brown coach and from it stepped Madame Maxime and her Bauxbaton students. Professor Dumbledore strode forward.
"Madame Maxime, how wonderful to see you again! How was your journey?"
"'Ello, Professor, I'm well, thank you. Come my children and meet the wonderful students of 'ogwarts." The students slowly stepped from the coach and moved towards the other student. Ron, Harry and Hermione saw Fleur wave in their direction and went over to see her.
"'Ello, Ron, 'Arry and 'Ermione, I'm so glad to see you." Fleur hugged each of them in turn and the four moved away from the loud crowd to talk.
"Is Victor 'ere yet?" Fleur asked looking around.
"No, but I think that's them now." Harry was pointing towards the outskirts of the forest towards a tiny purple dot. The Dot began to grow, bigger and bigger, changing color from purple to blue to green, pink and red. Then with a flash of silver the dot burst and there were the Durmstrang students. Standing with them was a small man, of perhaps 40 years of age, who shifted nervously as the Hogwarts students surged towards him.
"Victor!" cried Fleur running to Victor and giving him a hug. The small man jumped slightly, but smiled at all the students. Victor stepped towards the trio.
"It is very good to see you all." He said looking at Hermione as she blushed and looked away.
"Professor Jackovf!" Dumbledore called merrily. " How fantastic it is to see you!"
"Yes, hello Professor Dumbledorr. Good to see you as vell." Harry was surprised at Professor Jackovfs clipped accent. It was not as heavy as his students, and sounded quite vague.
Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "It is wonderful to have you all here at Hogwarts. Please, come inside and let us have some lunch." Dumbledore took Mademe Maxime by the arm and all the students from the three schools swarmed in after them and into the great hall.
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Also, A very big THANK YOU! To Avalon Floyd and Hannah, much appreciated reviewers. Thanx guys!