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"I can't believe it's our final year," Hermione said as she, Ginny Ron and Harry searched for an empty car in the train to Hogwarts. Days had gone by since the boy's attempt for a serenade. The girls acted like it never happened and the boys were somewhat disappointed but glad.
Disappointed that their efforts were in vain.
Glad that they won't be embarrassed whenever they saw the girls.
"I can't believe you didn't tell us you were head girl," Ron smirked.
"As if we didn't know already," Harry laughed but both men halted when they saw Hermione's severe glare. Smirking as if it was nothing, she continued her search.
"When will you ever learn?" Ginny sighed and walked after her friend. Harry and Ron looked at each other with confusion. Both sighed and smirked.
"Women," they both said in unison. Sighing, they followed the ladies to the last car. Hermione paused as she scanned the car. There was only one person in it and there was plenty of room for them. Looking at her friends, she asked for their approval. With nods from them they entered the car quietly.
Harry was the one who sat closest to the only occupant. Ginny. Looking at the man, didn't notice that she sat beside Harry. Ron was also curious so immediately sat opposite of them. Hermione looked at the man who was sleeping by the window.
He wore a leather jacket and khaki pants. By his feet was a shoulder bag that he may have been using a little to often for it was worn. He had a brown hat over his eyes as he slept. He also noticed a whip rolled and hangs by his belt. Harry couldn't place it but the man reminded him of. . .
"Indiana Jones," Hermione said. Harry was surprised that he didn't make the connection. Why would someone wear such a thing if he weren't exploring?
"Who?" Ginny and Ron had this confused expression that Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Never mind," Harry said as he sat back down. "But it is not nice to make fun of sleeping people."
"I wasn't making fun," Hermione objected. "It looks, cute," the she gasped as she noticed the man's lips turning upward into a smile.
"Last year in Hogwarts?" the man asked but didn't move. Harry jumped a bit, being closer to him he was surprised. But he was more surprised that he recognized his voice than anything else.
"What's YOUR business in Hogwarts?" Harry asked as if the stranger was a friend.
"I have. . . why should I tell you?" he asked smiling. "By the way, open the door." Puzzled, Harry did what he was told and a green blur ran inside and leapt onto Ginny's lap. Harry closed the door and pulled down the blinds.
"Carbuncle?" Ginny was surprised as the little one snuggled on her lap.
"She will not be far even though you may not see her," with that, the stranger shifted positions and slept. Ginny was puzzled. What did he mean by that?
"Students, I have an announcement before we feast," Professor Dumbledore stood up for all the students to see. The new students were all sorted out and were in their respective houses. "There will be a Yule ball this year so fourth years upwards can attend."
Cheers could be heard from the students and Harry silently sighed. He would have a chance after all.
"Hogsmead weekends are only for those who has permits. And as usual, the forbidden forest is off limits to students. I would also like to introduce to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor but. . ." there was a smile of amusement in Dumbledore's face. What did he know that Harry didn't?
"Anyway, you will meet him when you get to class," with that the great wizard sat down and the feast began.
"Does Snape look like he's afraid to you?" Ron asked leaning over to Harry. Seeing the potions master for the first time this term, he noticed that he was nervous. Usually he was angry that the position of being the Defense against the dark arts teacher wasn't awarded to him but to another. Now he looked like he wanted nothing to with it. Maybe the new professor had spooked him. But what kind of a wizard would scare someone like Snape?
Harry took a moment to gather his thoughts. There were a lot of coincidences that needed to be considered. But one came to mind. Turning to Hermione, Harry asked.
"Hermione, what's the general direction of Daigon alley from here?"
"South," she answered rather puzzled. "Why?"
"Nothing," Harry smiled feeling really confident for some reason.
Ginny couldn't sleep for some reason. She sat up by the common room's window, gazing into the night. She felt that something was calling her, but what? What kept her awake? Carbuncle gazed out the window with her. She was glad by her company for they were the only persons in the common room.
Looking out of the window, her eyes suddenly glazed. Carbuncle looked at her expectantly as the young witch suddenly spoke.
"Surgite, liberi fatali," she whispered. Shaking her head, she came out from her trance. "What did I say?" she asked Carbuncle but the little one had mirth in her eyes and was wagging her tail. She couldn't get any answer from her.
When Ginny turned to face the window again, she cried out in surprise. There was a very large red bird perched by the windowsill. Ginny couldn't scream for shock and awe. She recognized the type of bird right away.
The bird looked like Dumbledore's pet phoenix Fawkes. But it stood about six feet tall and was more elegant than it. Red-orange feathers covered her wings but beautiful green and violet feathers covered her tail. The bird was beautiful and Ginny thought that nothing could compare its beauty. The bird looked down noticing Carbuncle by her talons.
Ginny feared for her for the talons looked sharp enough to tear her apart. Ginny mustered the courage to talk to it and due to its magnificence, she tried diplomacy.
"Good evening, Great one," she curtsied. The phoenix slowly focused her amber eyes on the young witch. She seemed to be judging her. Ginny swallowed fearing that it would take offence in her actions.
/Good evening, little one/ the bird talked into her mind. At first Ginny was surprised but gathering her composure she smiled.
"To what I owe the pleasure of a visit from a magnificent creature such as yourself?" Ginny said. She felt a smile in her mind. The bird was amused and looked at Carbuncle who happily wagged her tail.
/Nat child, not pleasure but honor/ the bird said in all authority. /You have been chosen to follow in the footsteps of many others./ What did that mean? Ginny asked herself.
/Nay, I cannot tell you for it is not time. But I assure you, I will be there for you like the Carbuncle will be./ now this was confusing. Chosen? Her? Was this a dream?
/It is not a dream/ the bird assured her. /Touch my beak and see that I am real/ Ginny was skeptic. Feeling this the bird laughed.
/Maybe if I introduced myself/ it said. /I am known as Phoenix by many and my services and trust are yours/ this was too much for her but Ginny acted nobly.
"I am Virginia Weasley, I thank you for your trust but am still puzzled by all the implications," she curtsied.
/It will be clear to you soon, my child/ Phoenix smiled in her mind. Slowly, Ginny touched her beak and suddenly a swirl of red engulfed Phoenix then moved the Ginny. She closed her eyes waiting for it to stop, waiting for something to happen. When she opened her eyes, Phoenix was gone.
"Phoenix?" she called, looking for the bird.
/I am forever with you, my child/ Phoenix said to the relief of Ginny. /I shall never leave you./
"Thank you," Ginny said, taking Carbuncle in her arms, she went to bed.
Harry noticed that Ginny was quiet the whole time during breakfast. He wondered what was wrong with her. Actually, he wondered what was wrong with HIM. Did he see her as a friend or just Ron's sister? No, he already decided that she was more than a friend. But how could he tell her and not make a fool of himself. Not to mention suffer the wrath of six elder brothers.
"Ginny?" he decided to know what was bothering her.
"Hm?" Ginny looked his way but gasped as he noticed a flash of yellow in her eyes. Was it a trick of the light?
"Is everything alright?" he asked, his concern can be noticed even by a blind man.
"I'm fine," she said appreciating his concern. "I just slept late," she smiled. Before Harry could ask more, Ginny got up and took her things with her. "I'll be late for first period," she said as she placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You should be going too," smiling, she left the hall.
"Now what was that all about?" Harry asked himself as he stood and headed for his class.
"Who do you think it is?" Ron asked Harry when they walked towards their first class. Defense against the dark arts. Somehow that class is cursed and had only one teacher each year. It was kind of sad but it became sort of a tradition.
"Ron," Harry sighed. "Professor Dumbledore didn't even tell us his name."
"So... what are you putting in?" Ron asked expectantly. Every year from his fifth year there was a pool going on to see how long the new professor will last. Seamus started it and it became tradition. Harry would usually bet a galleon but he always looks the teacher over before finalizing his bet.
"Honestly, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes as she walked beside them. "Do you boys still keep that stupid pool of yours?" she asked.
"Come on, 'Mione. It's fun," Ron said looking at her with a smile.
"Grow up," she said. Suddenly Seamus walked besides her, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.
"So Hermione, are you sure about your bet? Till he retires? Isn't that a little optimistic," Seamus said. Hermione blushed as Ron looked at her mischievously.
"Just put it in," she said and walked away.
"How can she collect if by any chance in hell that she won?' Ron asked as he followed her.
Harry thought for a while. Was it really stupid to do this, it's just for fun in any case. He never met a teacher he liked except Professor Lupin and probably Mad Eye Moody, even though it was not really him.
But he felt that he would love this one.
He entered the room and sat beside his two friends.
"Good morning," the new teacher came in. everyone was speechless and the girls looked at him in awe. He was handsome and genuinely charming not like the fraud Gildroy Lockheart. He was wearing a uniform that made him look like he was military or something. His uniform was well kept and his coat just reached the hem of his pants. He looks stunning in it and young. It would be like military except they doubted that they let people grow their hairs up to their waist and braids it
Harry smiled as he looked the teacher over. He had decided. He was going to put in the pool: Till hell freezes over.
"Good morning, my lords and my ladies," he said in a charming tone that Harry remembered. "My name is Leon Hart, and I'm your new defense against the dark arts teacher.
His amethyst eyes showed that he would enjoy teaching his class. And Harry knew he would enjoy having him as a teacher.
End of 7
A/n: The closest description I could give you about Leon's uniform is it is a black version of Squall's seed cadet uniform from Balamb garden. And no, I do not own final fantasy. Also before you should ask, the phrase Ginny said in Latin was " Arise, children of fate," or something close. Thanks.
"I can't believe it's our final year," Hermione said as she, Ginny Ron and Harry searched for an empty car in the train to Hogwarts. Days had gone by since the boy's attempt for a serenade. The girls acted like it never happened and the boys were somewhat disappointed but glad.
Disappointed that their efforts were in vain.
Glad that they won't be embarrassed whenever they saw the girls.
"I can't believe you didn't tell us you were head girl," Ron smirked.
"As if we didn't know already," Harry laughed but both men halted when they saw Hermione's severe glare. Smirking as if it was nothing, she continued her search.
"When will you ever learn?" Ginny sighed and walked after her friend. Harry and Ron looked at each other with confusion. Both sighed and smirked.
"Women," they both said in unison. Sighing, they followed the ladies to the last car. Hermione paused as she scanned the car. There was only one person in it and there was plenty of room for them. Looking at her friends, she asked for their approval. With nods from them they entered the car quietly.
Harry was the one who sat closest to the only occupant. Ginny. Looking at the man, didn't notice that she sat beside Harry. Ron was also curious so immediately sat opposite of them. Hermione looked at the man who was sleeping by the window.
He wore a leather jacket and khaki pants. By his feet was a shoulder bag that he may have been using a little to often for it was worn. He had a brown hat over his eyes as he slept. He also noticed a whip rolled and hangs by his belt. Harry couldn't place it but the man reminded him of. . .
"Indiana Jones," Hermione said. Harry was surprised that he didn't make the connection. Why would someone wear such a thing if he weren't exploring?
"Who?" Ginny and Ron had this confused expression that Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Never mind," Harry said as he sat back down. "But it is not nice to make fun of sleeping people."
"I wasn't making fun," Hermione objected. "It looks, cute," the she gasped as she noticed the man's lips turning upward into a smile.
"Last year in Hogwarts?" the man asked but didn't move. Harry jumped a bit, being closer to him he was surprised. But he was more surprised that he recognized his voice than anything else.
"What's YOUR business in Hogwarts?" Harry asked as if the stranger was a friend.
"I have. . . why should I tell you?" he asked smiling. "By the way, open the door." Puzzled, Harry did what he was told and a green blur ran inside and leapt onto Ginny's lap. Harry closed the door and pulled down the blinds.
"Carbuncle?" Ginny was surprised as the little one snuggled on her lap.
"She will not be far even though you may not see her," with that, the stranger shifted positions and slept. Ginny was puzzled. What did he mean by that?
"Students, I have an announcement before we feast," Professor Dumbledore stood up for all the students to see. The new students were all sorted out and were in their respective houses. "There will be a Yule ball this year so fourth years upwards can attend."
Cheers could be heard from the students and Harry silently sighed. He would have a chance after all.
"Hogsmead weekends are only for those who has permits. And as usual, the forbidden forest is off limits to students. I would also like to introduce to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor but. . ." there was a smile of amusement in Dumbledore's face. What did he know that Harry didn't?
"Anyway, you will meet him when you get to class," with that the great wizard sat down and the feast began.
"Does Snape look like he's afraid to you?" Ron asked leaning over to Harry. Seeing the potions master for the first time this term, he noticed that he was nervous. Usually he was angry that the position of being the Defense against the dark arts teacher wasn't awarded to him but to another. Now he looked like he wanted nothing to with it. Maybe the new professor had spooked him. But what kind of a wizard would scare someone like Snape?
Harry took a moment to gather his thoughts. There were a lot of coincidences that needed to be considered. But one came to mind. Turning to Hermione, Harry asked.
"Hermione, what's the general direction of Daigon alley from here?"
"South," she answered rather puzzled. "Why?"
"Nothing," Harry smiled feeling really confident for some reason.
Ginny couldn't sleep for some reason. She sat up by the common room's window, gazing into the night. She felt that something was calling her, but what? What kept her awake? Carbuncle gazed out the window with her. She was glad by her company for they were the only persons in the common room.
Looking out of the window, her eyes suddenly glazed. Carbuncle looked at her expectantly as the young witch suddenly spoke.
"Surgite, liberi fatali," she whispered. Shaking her head, she came out from her trance. "What did I say?" she asked Carbuncle but the little one had mirth in her eyes and was wagging her tail. She couldn't get any answer from her.
When Ginny turned to face the window again, she cried out in surprise. There was a very large red bird perched by the windowsill. Ginny couldn't scream for shock and awe. She recognized the type of bird right away.
The bird looked like Dumbledore's pet phoenix Fawkes. But it stood about six feet tall and was more elegant than it. Red-orange feathers covered her wings but beautiful green and violet feathers covered her tail. The bird was beautiful and Ginny thought that nothing could compare its beauty. The bird looked down noticing Carbuncle by her talons.
Ginny feared for her for the talons looked sharp enough to tear her apart. Ginny mustered the courage to talk to it and due to its magnificence, she tried diplomacy.
"Good evening, Great one," she curtsied. The phoenix slowly focused her amber eyes on the young witch. She seemed to be judging her. Ginny swallowed fearing that it would take offence in her actions.
/Good evening, little one/ the bird talked into her mind. At first Ginny was surprised but gathering her composure she smiled.
"To what I owe the pleasure of a visit from a magnificent creature such as yourself?" Ginny said. She felt a smile in her mind. The bird was amused and looked at Carbuncle who happily wagged her tail.
/Nat child, not pleasure but honor/ the bird said in all authority. /You have been chosen to follow in the footsteps of many others./ What did that mean? Ginny asked herself.
/Nay, I cannot tell you for it is not time. But I assure you, I will be there for you like the Carbuncle will be./ now this was confusing. Chosen? Her? Was this a dream?
/It is not a dream/ the bird assured her. /Touch my beak and see that I am real/ Ginny was skeptic. Feeling this the bird laughed.
/Maybe if I introduced myself/ it said. /I am known as Phoenix by many and my services and trust are yours/ this was too much for her but Ginny acted nobly.
"I am Virginia Weasley, I thank you for your trust but am still puzzled by all the implications," she curtsied.
/It will be clear to you soon, my child/ Phoenix smiled in her mind. Slowly, Ginny touched her beak and suddenly a swirl of red engulfed Phoenix then moved the Ginny. She closed her eyes waiting for it to stop, waiting for something to happen. When she opened her eyes, Phoenix was gone.
"Phoenix?" she called, looking for the bird.
/I am forever with you, my child/ Phoenix said to the relief of Ginny. /I shall never leave you./
"Thank you," Ginny said, taking Carbuncle in her arms, she went to bed.
Harry noticed that Ginny was quiet the whole time during breakfast. He wondered what was wrong with her. Actually, he wondered what was wrong with HIM. Did he see her as a friend or just Ron's sister? No, he already decided that she was more than a friend. But how could he tell her and not make a fool of himself. Not to mention suffer the wrath of six elder brothers.
"Ginny?" he decided to know what was bothering her.
"Hm?" Ginny looked his way but gasped as he noticed a flash of yellow in her eyes. Was it a trick of the light?
"Is everything alright?" he asked, his concern can be noticed even by a blind man.
"I'm fine," she said appreciating his concern. "I just slept late," she smiled. Before Harry could ask more, Ginny got up and took her things with her. "I'll be late for first period," she said as she placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You should be going too," smiling, she left the hall.
"Now what was that all about?" Harry asked himself as he stood and headed for his class.
"Who do you think it is?" Ron asked Harry when they walked towards their first class. Defense against the dark arts. Somehow that class is cursed and had only one teacher each year. It was kind of sad but it became sort of a tradition.
"Ron," Harry sighed. "Professor Dumbledore didn't even tell us his name."
"So... what are you putting in?" Ron asked expectantly. Every year from his fifth year there was a pool going on to see how long the new professor will last. Seamus started it and it became tradition. Harry would usually bet a galleon but he always looks the teacher over before finalizing his bet.
"Honestly, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes as she walked beside them. "Do you boys still keep that stupid pool of yours?" she asked.
"Come on, 'Mione. It's fun," Ron said looking at her with a smile.
"Grow up," she said. Suddenly Seamus walked besides her, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.
"So Hermione, are you sure about your bet? Till he retires? Isn't that a little optimistic," Seamus said. Hermione blushed as Ron looked at her mischievously.
"Just put it in," she said and walked away.
"How can she collect if by any chance in hell that she won?' Ron asked as he followed her.
Harry thought for a while. Was it really stupid to do this, it's just for fun in any case. He never met a teacher he liked except Professor Lupin and probably Mad Eye Moody, even though it was not really him.
But he felt that he would love this one.
He entered the room and sat beside his two friends.
"Good morning," the new teacher came in. everyone was speechless and the girls looked at him in awe. He was handsome and genuinely charming not like the fraud Gildroy Lockheart. He was wearing a uniform that made him look like he was military or something. His uniform was well kept and his coat just reached the hem of his pants. He looks stunning in it and young. It would be like military except they doubted that they let people grow their hairs up to their waist and braids it
Harry smiled as he looked the teacher over. He had decided. He was going to put in the pool: Till hell freezes over.
"Good morning, my lords and my ladies," he said in a charming tone that Harry remembered. "My name is Leon Hart, and I'm your new defense against the dark arts teacher.
His amethyst eyes showed that he would enjoy teaching his class. And Harry knew he would enjoy having him as a teacher.
End of 7
A/n: The closest description I could give you about Leon's uniform is it is a black version of Squall's seed cadet uniform from Balamb garden. And no, I do not own final fantasy. Also before you should ask, the phrase Ginny said in Latin was " Arise, children of fate," or something close. Thanks.