A.N. Okay I haven't updated in about two days so I better do so now.
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chapters is kinda sad. Okay time to begin.
Chapter Three
Harry jumped at the sound of his name and turned around quickly. The new teacher was right behind him. 'I'm in such big trouble. I'm going to get expelled. Sneaking into a teacher's room? What was I thinking? I'm going to get expelled....' he thought. His thoughts were going a million miles an hour and he felt sick to his stomach. "I can explain..!" he started and then realized that no, he couldn't explain. He started to hang his head in humiliation.
"So explain."
"Okay, maybe I can't explain." He took a deep breath. "I'll gather my things..." He started to say.
"What things? I don't see any of your belongings up here." She didn't look mad, but Harry didn't know anything about her yet. "Now what shall I do about you? Sneaking into a professor's quarters is not a good first impression." He hung his head a little lower. "Nor can this be ignored." Harry snuck a look at her. She had her chin in her hand and was staring off into space as if thinking, but he had a feeling she already knew what she was going to do. "Well, I see only one thing possible..." She trailed off for a second while Harry winced. "I'll just have to put you to work helping me unpack."
He looked at her startled. That was it?! He would have to help her unpack?! He had had detentions worse than this. Going into the forbidden forest in his first year, and having to answer fan mail with Lockhart in his second immediately jumped to his mind as examples. Just unpack? He could handle that. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her smile. It wasn't a mean smile, like Snape taking a hundred points from Gryffindors or something like that. It seemed kind. "Alright Professor, what shall I do?"
She seemed startled slightly but quickly responded. "In that suitcase, you will find books. Just put them on the shelves."
"Any order?"
"They know the order."
Harry thought that a strange answer until he saw what she meant. He opened the suitcase and only saw one book. He thought that a bit strange until he removed it and there was another book in its place. Obviously this was a magic suitcase. Not knowing which bookshelf to start with he put the book on the top row of the bookshelf nearest him. He was therefore quite startled when the book flew off the shelf into the other bookshelf. "Um, Professor? The book.."
"Yes, I know. Like I said, they know the order." He shrugged and continued. He quickly realized that wherever he put the book on the two bookshelves, the book would fly to its proper spot. So far all the books were in order. Then for some reason the next book didn't go right next to the previous book but it skipped a space. Harry tried to move it over but it jumped right back.
"Professor? This book is acting strange?"
She turned to take a look. "Oh, it's just saving a space for this one." She said while indicating the book by the chair. Harry nodded, trying to act as if this was usual behavior for books.
They continued in silence for some time.
*****Change in POV.
After waiting for Harry to return for at least forty-five minutes, his friends were more then a little concerned. Even Draco didn't seem as confident. In fact, it had gotten so bad that they weren't sure whether to be relieved or apprehensive when Professor McGonagall showed up and demanded to know what they were doing there. There were a few reluctant and unconvincing mutters that nothing was up. She looked at them sharply and told them to go back to their common rooms knowing full well that something was up and they weren't likely to leave until something had been resolved. She then startled them by going to the statue and touching the staff like Harry had, but instead of opening immediately, the statues eyes opened, and out of it mouth came the other teacher's voice.
"Who's there?"
"Minerva McGonagall"
"Come in."
Then the statue opened. The students stared dumbfounded as the professor disappeared into the shadows and the statue closed. Why had the statue worked differently?
*******Change to original POV.
It is difficult to say who was more startled to find the other in the east tower. The professor recovered first though. "So this is why there is a group of students clustered around your entrance. They are waiting for Mister Potter. (A.N. does McGonagall refer to him as Harry, or Mister Potter?)"
"Yes, I imagine they are. And will continue to wait. I've put him to work up here." Professor Syran answered.
"I see. An unauthorized visit?" She looked a bit disappointed in him.
"Yes, but I could use all the help I can get, so I let him in anyway."
The animagus smiled at that. "Yes, but his friends undoubtably are worried. What should I tell them when I leave?"
The younger woman thought for a minute. "How about we tell them nothing and let them draw their own conclusions?"
Both teachers smiled at that idea. Harry was trying to keep quiet. He was seeing his teachers in a new light and was realizing they were at least slightly sadistic. Or at least enjoyed playing with students' minds. Unfortunately he happened to drop a book on his foot and totally blew his resolve to silence. This naturally caught the teachers' attention. He smiled a little and immediately went back to work. The Professors talked a little on teaching and then McGonagall left. And he was once again left alone with a strange teacher he didn't know.
A.N. Next chapter comes up probably sometime today. The more reviews I get the more encouraged I get, the faster I want to write.
Chapter Three
Harry jumped at the sound of his name and turned around quickly. The new teacher was right behind him. 'I'm in such big trouble. I'm going to get expelled. Sneaking into a teacher's room? What was I thinking? I'm going to get expelled....' he thought. His thoughts were going a million miles an hour and he felt sick to his stomach. "I can explain..!" he started and then realized that no, he couldn't explain. He started to hang his head in humiliation.
"So explain."
"Okay, maybe I can't explain." He took a deep breath. "I'll gather my things..." He started to say.
"What things? I don't see any of your belongings up here." She didn't look mad, but Harry didn't know anything about her yet. "Now what shall I do about you? Sneaking into a professor's quarters is not a good first impression." He hung his head a little lower. "Nor can this be ignored." Harry snuck a look at her. She had her chin in her hand and was staring off into space as if thinking, but he had a feeling she already knew what she was going to do. "Well, I see only one thing possible..." She trailed off for a second while Harry winced. "I'll just have to put you to work helping me unpack."
He looked at her startled. That was it?! He would have to help her unpack?! He had had detentions worse than this. Going into the forbidden forest in his first year, and having to answer fan mail with Lockhart in his second immediately jumped to his mind as examples. Just unpack? He could handle that. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her smile. It wasn't a mean smile, like Snape taking a hundred points from Gryffindors or something like that. It seemed kind. "Alright Professor, what shall I do?"
She seemed startled slightly but quickly responded. "In that suitcase, you will find books. Just put them on the shelves."
"Any order?"
"They know the order."
Harry thought that a strange answer until he saw what she meant. He opened the suitcase and only saw one book. He thought that a bit strange until he removed it and there was another book in its place. Obviously this was a magic suitcase. Not knowing which bookshelf to start with he put the book on the top row of the bookshelf nearest him. He was therefore quite startled when the book flew off the shelf into the other bookshelf. "Um, Professor? The book.."
"Yes, I know. Like I said, they know the order." He shrugged and continued. He quickly realized that wherever he put the book on the two bookshelves, the book would fly to its proper spot. So far all the books were in order. Then for some reason the next book didn't go right next to the previous book but it skipped a space. Harry tried to move it over but it jumped right back.
"Professor? This book is acting strange?"
She turned to take a look. "Oh, it's just saving a space for this one." She said while indicating the book by the chair. Harry nodded, trying to act as if this was usual behavior for books.
They continued in silence for some time.
*****Change in POV.
After waiting for Harry to return for at least forty-five minutes, his friends were more then a little concerned. Even Draco didn't seem as confident. In fact, it had gotten so bad that they weren't sure whether to be relieved or apprehensive when Professor McGonagall showed up and demanded to know what they were doing there. There were a few reluctant and unconvincing mutters that nothing was up. She looked at them sharply and told them to go back to their common rooms knowing full well that something was up and they weren't likely to leave until something had been resolved. She then startled them by going to the statue and touching the staff like Harry had, but instead of opening immediately, the statues eyes opened, and out of it mouth came the other teacher's voice.
"Who's there?"
"Minerva McGonagall"
"Come in."
Then the statue opened. The students stared dumbfounded as the professor disappeared into the shadows and the statue closed. Why had the statue worked differently?
*******Change to original POV.
It is difficult to say who was more startled to find the other in the east tower. The professor recovered first though. "So this is why there is a group of students clustered around your entrance. They are waiting for Mister Potter. (A.N. does McGonagall refer to him as Harry, or Mister Potter?)"
"Yes, I imagine they are. And will continue to wait. I've put him to work up here." Professor Syran answered.
"I see. An unauthorized visit?" She looked a bit disappointed in him.
"Yes, but I could use all the help I can get, so I let him in anyway."
The animagus smiled at that. "Yes, but his friends undoubtably are worried. What should I tell them when I leave?"
The younger woman thought for a minute. "How about we tell them nothing and let them draw their own conclusions?"
Both teachers smiled at that idea. Harry was trying to keep quiet. He was seeing his teachers in a new light and was realizing they were at least slightly sadistic. Or at least enjoyed playing with students' minds. Unfortunately he happened to drop a book on his foot and totally blew his resolve to silence. This naturally caught the teachers' attention. He smiled a little and immediately went back to work. The Professors talked a little on teaching and then McGonagall left. And he was once again left alone with a strange teacher he didn't know.
A.N. Next chapter comes up probably sometime today. The more reviews I get the more encouraged I get, the faster I want to write.