~*~ Hiya! Just wanted to tell you a few things… First of all; I wrote this story a while ago, on the Harry Potter Website, so you might have seen/read it before. Secondly; I am still currently writing this Fanfic, and I will be posting a new chapter on here soon (as well as on the HP Site). Well, that's about it! *super-grin* I already had the 14 chapters done, it's only this one that's newly written… hmph…I don't know why I didn't post it here before… O_o'   Anyhoo… Enjoy! ^_^ ~*~

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Hailey was lying on her stomach in front of the fire, a book propped up on a pillow. She was reading 'Flying with the Cannons'; Ron had leant it to her. After losing miserably, yet again to Ron, Harry walked over to where Hailey was and sat beside her. "Hey, what's up?" she asked as he stretched languidly. "Well, I was going to ask you what it was that you wanted to ask me yesterday morning..." Harry said, hoping that she still remembered. "Oh! Right! I wanted to ask you... Have you noticed anything, well, suspicious about the new Professors? I mean, anything- different?..." She waited while Harry thought about it. "Uhh... Not really... Well, I have noticed small things, but nothing really out of the ordinary..." Harry said thoughtfully. Hailey looked a bit disappointed but dismissed the feeling, and figured that her brother's answer was helpful nonetheless. The rest of the evening was quite uneventful, except when Fred and George experienced a small malfunction in one of their new products for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes; which they were still working on, in secret from their mother. The small explosion that happened in the far corner of the room caused many of the younger years to scream, but it soon turned into laughter when the saw the twins new look: no eyebrows and purple hair...
The next morning, they half-heartedly took the trip to Transfiguration. They had a test on the rules and precautions about transfiguring one item into a different type of they same thing (ex. flower to a tree, caterpillar to a beetle, etc.). Their morning was slow until the got to Charms, that is...

As they made their way to Charms, Hailey was telling them about a bunch of Quidditch moves and tricks that she had been taught, back when she was younger. "You should really tell some of these to Alicia, you know!" Harry said, matter-of-factly, surprised that she hadn't mentioned anything before. When they got to the Charms corridor, they waited outside for a few minutes, when the door opened, allowing them access. However, there was no one in the room. Harry, Hailey, Ron, and Hermionie all looked at each other, with a look of suspicion, but continued into the room anyways. They took their usual seats in the Charms classroom and waited for the professor to start the lesson. Professor Fobert entered the room and put her books down on the desk. She turned to face the class. "Well! Hello everyone! Professor Flitwick will not be in today. He had to attend a conference with some ministry officials about the curriculum. So, today we're going to be learning about the different types of Protection Charms. We were going to let you try a few of them out, but the Ministry told us that you were to young to be performing them. That is why Professor Flitwick has gone. But enough about that… Let's get started!" she said this all fairly quickly, as if she were trying to side-step the questions from the students, and at the same time explain the situation, without releasing to much information. They worked in silence for some time, copying notes out of the text. About twenty minutes into the class, Professor Fobert spoke. "Mr. Potter! Can I see you outside for a moment, please?" She stood from her chair and headed towards the door, waiting patiently for Harry. He stood, gave Hailey and his friends and confused look, and followed the Professor. "Yes, Professor Fobert?" Harry asked sheepishly, hoping that he wasn't in trouble. She looked upon him, a mad glint in her eyes. She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out her wand. Harry jumped back and bumped into the wall. He was stuck in a corner. She raised her wand, the point touching just under Harry's chin. What was she going to do to him? She forced her wand up, making Harry look at her. "Where is it?" she asked quietly. Harry was beginning to panic a bit, "Where's what?!" he asked her, not having the foggiest idea as to what she was talking about. She applied more pressure to her wand causing Harry to choke a bit. "I'll give you a month, Mr. Potter, to tell me where that blasted crest is!" she said warningly, "And if you speak a word of this to Dumbledore, I will be dealing with you." Harry was shocked. What an earth was she talking about! And how would she know if I told Dumbledore! Harry thought to himself. "Ooh, I have my ways Mr. Potter." She said, and she gave him one last glare and stalked back into the class. Harry stood there, absolutely clueless. He swallowed hard and re-entered the class. The Professors gaze followed him to his seat. "What happened?" Hailey whispered to him. "I'll tell you later…" Harry said as he stared blankly at the desk in front of him.

The bell rang half an hour later and everyone left the room, Harry being the first one out the door. Hailey, Ron and Hermione caught up with him and the second they had, he ushered them away, to an empty corridor. "Harry! Wh-" Hailey began, but Harry out his finger to his mouth and told her told keep quiet. "You will not believe what happened…" Harry said looking around to make sure no one was coming. He explained all about the encounter with Professor Fobert, and made sure to state that he hadn't a clue as to what she was on about. Hailey was piecing it all together but was, so far, unsuccessful. "I have no idea what she wants… She said you only have a month? Well, that isn't very fair is it!" she said quietly, while looking slightly baffled. Ron and Hermione were listening intently, but they didn't understand it anymore than Harry or Hailey did. In the end, Harry said that he wanted to talk to Sirius, and that he'd ask him to meet him after classes had finished for the day. The four of them walked in silence to the Great Hall for lunch. Everyone was happily eating their meal, while Harry merely picked at his. He wasn't really in the mood to eat. He couldn't help but think that, whatever Fobert wanted, it wouldn't only put him in danger if he didn't do something about it, but it would put his friends and the only family he had ever known, in danger as well. And, on top of worrying about everyone's safety, he was also a bit shaken, knowing that he had just been held at threatening wand point by one of his Professors. He tried to forget about it, and started to actually eat his lunch instead of make interesting patterns in it with his fork.

They made their way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and waited for Professor Black to arrive. Within five minutes, he had. But he wasn't alone. He was with Professor Mitchell; how could Harry have expected otherwise? They took their seats and unpacked what they needed, waiting for the lesson to begin. "Good afternoon, class!" Sirius said in a jaunty winning voice. He seemed to be in a rather cheery mood. "Today we're going to start working with our Dragons Breath Capsules. We will start off with the basics today, and we'll start actually testing them within the next week or so." He announced to the class, who seemed quite excited about getting to do some hands-on work. They worked energetically in groups of three or four, brainstorming different ways that you could use Dragons Breath capsules, in a defensive manner. When they had had time to do that, they shared, with the rest of the class what they thought. Now it was time for a demonstration. Sirius pulled a small bag out of his desk drawer that was filled with the tiny balls. "Now what you'll want to do is; hold it lightly. Don't squeeze it. You don't want to burst it, because it has quite the same effect as undiluted Bobutuber pus. A wand isn't needed for this, but there is, however, an incantation that will cause the capsule to swell, leaving you very little time to throw it. Much like a muggle grenade." Preparing to throw the capsule, he added, "The incantation is Incanem Defendio." At these words, the tiny ball, about the size of a grape, swelled to the size of a large walnut. Sirius threw the, now shaking capsule to the floor, in the empty space in front of the class. A large mustard-yellow cloud erupted where the capsule had burst, sending a horrible smell into the air. The class did not feel the effect though, because he had set up a barrier, so that they wouldn't get hurt. After nearly five minutes, when the smoke had cleared, he continued the lesson. "Now. You didn't feel the full effect of the Dragons Breath, because I didn't want anyone getting hurt. But, if you had, your eyes would begin to water, you feet would feel as heavy as lead, and you would become very dizzy and light headed, making it very hard to run after someone." He explained this carefully, as the class took down notes. It was nearly the end of class when he had finished explaining the short and long-term effects of using the Dragons Breath Capsules. The bell rang and Harry went up to Sirius, as the rest of the class headed out. "Umm, Sirius?" Harry said. Sirius turned around and beamed down at Harry. "What's up?" he asked merrily. "I-I was wondering if I could talk to you later, after classes? I need to tell you something…" Harry said quietly, hoping to not attract the attention of Professor Mitchell who was busying herself with some papers. Sirius agreed to meet him there in the DADA classroom when classes were done. Harry thanked him and left for, yet another dreaded potions class…

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