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Gryphwing: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, please don't sick your muse on me, anything but that. But I'm glad you like it that much.
George Weasley: Thanks.
Romilly McAran: Sorry but I don't even read slash, but you will have your Draco, he might not be a good guy, then again neither will Harry
Now, onto the fic
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came a familiar voice that made Harry's blood boil with anger.
Virginia Weasley, Ginny replied with a smirk. So when's it due? she asked with a sneer.
I have personally talked with the headmaster, he says if any piece of that article is used insultingly, then the person shall be expelled. she responded smugly, yep just as Harry Remembered her. Now what's your name.
Terry Potter, I'm aghast you don't remember me cousin? he asked, sounding insulted. You do know I'm your cousin, the one who's father was murdered by James? Your side of the family has always been able to get away with anything you please, even the murder of an innocent man! he said accusingly. She looked at him for a few moments in shock and wrote down his name on the list and left.
So what's your real name? Ginny asked when she knew Cecilia was out of hearing range.
he answered in a melancholy tone. So what House is she in?
They call her the rising star of hufflepuff, of course she gets help from all the boys, and even some of the girl's if you get what I mean; with her schoolwork. she said. So why did you lie to me about your story?
I'll tell you if you promise to keep with the first story. he said, she nodded. Okay, I'm the one beat Voldemort fourteen years ago, I'm really Cecilia's slightly older brother, our only family, the Dursley's used me as a slave and treated her like a princess, I faked my death just over five years ago so that I could train.
Why did you have to fake your death to train? she had always wanted to train as a true Necromancer.
There would be an investigation if I disappeared with out a trace, they might have found that I really was a wizard, then Hogwarts would be after me. By making myself gone for good, no one would try to hunt me down. he said, why was he telling her all of this? Then the voice of his great X13 Grandfather drifted into his mind.
Because you like her! his face reddened, but was saved from embarrassment by the second opening, in walked a pale, platinum blond boy, with empty gray eye's. (A/N, no he's not blind!)
They're saying that another Potter is coming to Hogwarts and that he's the heir of slytherin. Are you him? the nameless boy asked.
Yes, what's it to you, level one? Harry sneered.
Level what? Well anyway, my name is Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prefect, and would like to extend an offer of friendship. Draco was saying, but was cut off by Harry.
Please don't treat me differently because I'm Voldemort's Grandson, and Cecilia's cousin. Now let me ask you one thing, do you hate, dislike or like my B*** of a cousin? Harry asked, his face showing no emotion.
Who could like some one that selfish, the teachers walk around her on their knee's and practically beg her to keep them safe from Voldemort. But even a five year old muggle born can beat her in a duel, trust me, I've seen it happen. Draco said. But my offer for friendship was genuine.
Harry said shaking his hand. Now would you like to know why I called you a level one?
I would like to know what that insult meant? Draco answered, but before Harry could start the explanation the sweet trolly went by.
Would you like anything from the cart children? the wrinkled old witch asked. Both Draco and Ginny got a lot of sweets and a gallon of Pumpkin juice.
Got any blood pops? Harry asked, the witch looked at him for a minuet then asked how many. One dozen please? she gave him the red candy and he gave her seven knuts.
Are you a Vampire or some thing? Draco asked, if this Potter were, then it would be easier to turn him over to the death eater's, than his sister was.
No, just like the taste of blood. Now, as I was saying. You and Ginny are both low level Necromancer's, I'll be willing to train you if you want, but in return Draco, you will have to give up any idea's of turning me into a death eater. Harry said.
Why would you teach a known Death Eater to become such a powerful weapon? Ginny asked.
Prime directive of Necromancer code. Always train more of us if you can. Even though there are more of us than there are wizards, we are spread out further around the globe, there hasn't been a group of more than six million of us together since the fall Thresh Hold, and Reach. Harry said as he put the blood pop in his mouth.
After a few more Slytherins came into the compartment, they left for another one. Half an hour later a clumsy looking Gryffindor came in asking if they had seen a toad on the loose. Harry quickly dismissed him with a glare and pointedly said. No, now leave! and they went back to preliminary test's to see how much each of them knew about Necromancy. Suprisingly Draco knew more about their history, and Ginny knew more of the art it's self. But they were interupted again within five minuets.
Excuse me, have you seen a toad on the loose in here? a bushy haired girl said form the open door.
For the last time, if I had, I would have disected it, he said stabbing his K-Bar into the leather seat. Or I would have shot it. he added to the affect by pulling his Glock 19 from it's holster in his coat, and cocking it.
Weapons of that sort are strictly prohibited from Hogwarts grounds. she said in a supirior tone, not knowing when to back down.
Tell you what, Harry started, slamming a huge book at least six thousand page's long onto the table. If you can find one ruel against them and some how reverse Mr. Dumbledore's decicion on the new class teaching how use them then, and only then will I give these weapons up.
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And to answer the question that you all have, no Harry won't be the teacher of the fire arms course.
