A/N: Hi!! Been so busy w/ my other stories that this poor one got
neglected, I'm sorry. Well, it's not too long and not too short so I hope
you're pleased. I'm in a weird sort of mood and SNL is on, so thanks for
all the reviews and everything.
The story of what happened w/ Harry should begin to unravel in the next chapter. I know I've dropped some hints, but it will begin to become much more clear. Thanks for your patience!
Disclaimer: El señor Dani es mío, pero no son Harry Potter y su amigos.
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Harry absently walked to Potions; his feet knew the way and were working automatically, but his mind was quite busy replaying Hermione's words from that morning. Shortly after speaking them, she had stormed off in a fit of tears, leaving Harry speechless.
There was talk of a new Potions teacher for the year while Snape recovered, but he or she hadn't arrived yet as Harry pushed open the door, immediately making a face at the smell. Apparently there was an odor left by the green fire that had badly burned the desks, floor, and chairs, but magic had quickly renovated the room. In fact, it looked almost retro with a casual green carpet and blue and white decor. Snape had definitely NOT had a say in this!
Harry wondered if Hermione was mad at him, and if he should sit there. If it had been only a year ago, he could've sat with Ron and pondered over what was the deal with the female species, but that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Ron, of course, was hanging over with Malfoy, Parvati, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Harry heaved a nervous sigh and sat beside Hermione, waiting for her reaction. She just turned, smiled politely, and said, "Hello" as the bell rang.
"She's late," someone snickered from the front table, but otherwise everything remained silent. It was Potions class, and Snape or not, the students were used to being as silent as it gets when that tardy bell rang.
An awkward moment passed and was suddenly interrupted by a commotion in the hallway. A young man walked in, wearing the strangest clothes and bantering with whom he was being followed by... Filch?
"I AM THE CARETAKER AND IT'S MY BUSINESS TO KNOW!" Filch boomed, his crazy eyes narrowed with bitter anger.
"Too bad for you," the young man smirked, setting a leather suitcase down on Snape's hardwood desk. "If I say that I'm the new Potions professor, then you have no reason to doubt me." Harry shot Hermione a confused look, but she seemed just as bewildered.
"THAT'S IT! I'M GOING TO GET DUMBLEDORE!" Filch threatened at the top of his lungs, and pointedly looked at the man for a few seconds that seemed to stretch out forever. Everyone in the room remained silent, dead as the night.
After what must have been ten seconds, the unfazed young man replied, "I may be new, but even I know the way to his office. Do you need assistance?"
Filch fumed and stormed off, muttered curse words loud enough for the whole class to hear as he disappeared down the hallway. Nervous laughter slowly was secreted by the students.
"Hola," said the man, standing in front of the class casually. He wore khaki slacks and a white collared dress shirt with the top four buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. "Me llamo Daniel Chávez. Soy vuestros nuevo profesor de Pociones." He stopped and looked at the class. Their faces were blank, obviously confused.
"Does anybody speak Spanish?" he asked. After a few moments without a response, he continued, "I'm Daniel Chávez. I'll be teaching Pociones for the rest of the school year. I advise that you begin learning some Spanish, if not for my class, for life. It's becoming quite the popular language."
Hermione raised a tentative hand. "Er, sir?"
"Call me Señor Dani, ¿vale? I was never too happy with my family name," he replied.
"Uh, Señor Dani--"
"Better make that Dani," he decided, after hearing her say señor as "senn- ore."
"Dani," Hermione tried again, finding that it rolled off the tongue in a strange way, "will we need to know Spanish for, say, your tests?"
"No, that'd be language discrimination."
"And, oh, will we be continuing from where Snape--Professor Snape, I mean-- left off?"
"Good question," Dani smiled, beginning to stroll around the classroom. "Short answer: no." Several kids cheered silently, but Hermione frowned. She was actually interested by the subject matter. "You will be learning some more useful things in Pociones," he said, saying the last part almost spitefully.
"Don't you mean Potions?" Dean asked, looking warily around. Everyone nodded in agreement, and Dean sighed with relief.
"For the remainder of the term, you will be calling this Pociones, agreed?" Dani announced, not really looking for them to agree; it was a declarative statement. "I hope to teach you how to treat a werewolf, when it's legal to use Polyjuice, how to trick your enemies into divulging their secrets, and, of course, Spanish." The class laughed a bit at the last part, but they were all intrigued. Snape would have never taught them anything like that! These were REAL potions--er, pociones--not just the kiddie ones in textbooks.
"Por favor abrís sus libros para página setenta y uno," Dani instructed, and then sighed at the blank stares. He wrote what he said on the board, along with, "Haga las secciones marcadas en rojo." "Your assignment is to look up what that means and carry it out. In the meantime," Dani said, putting down the chalk, "let me take attendance." Everyone was still silent, only with curiosity now, as he plopped into the swivel chair (Harry wondered where that had come from!) and summoned the attendance sheet.
"Azcott, Jenilee?"
"Yes?" replied the confused, mousy Slytherin girl towards the back of the room.
"Just say 'here'--better yet..." Dani rubbed his clean-shaven chin thoughtfully. "Better yet, say 'aquí'."
"Aquí...?" the girl shrugged, getting snickers from the rest of the class.
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"Now that was strange," Harry laughed as he and Hermione exited the Potions- -or Pociones--room. "That guy was... er, is it loco?"
"Well, I think it's a great idea," Hermione pouted, obviously displeased that Harry didn't agree. "It's a wonderful cultural experience that will broaden our backgrounds."
"Geeze, Hermione, you sound like someone's mom," Hermione complained goodnaturedly. She made a murderous face. "Hey, I didn't say that you looked like someone's mom, you just sound like..." Harry stopped, realizing he had just complimented her, and they both blushed. The remainder of their walk was in silence, and they parted into their gender's room upon reaching the common room. "Adiós," Harry teased before she diappeared into the girls' dorm.
The 7th year guys' room was a train wreck as usual. Harry didn't even notice the wrappers and laundry littering the ground, it was commonplace. He did notice, however, Ron Weasly. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The redhead jerked up with a start upon hearing someone enter, and he snorted when he realized that it was Harry. "Oh, it's you," he said, as if the words tasted bitter on his tongue.
"Yeah, it's me, you're just the most goddamn perceptive bloke in England, aren't you?" Harry shot back, a malicious tone in hand. Ron looked almost surpised; with all that he had dealt to Harry, this was the first time Harry had retorted back an insult. "Just get off my back!"
Ron regained his attitude instantaneously, smirking, "What's wrong with England's big hero? Split ends?"
"Sod off," Harry seethed through gritted teeth. "I don't need this right now."
"I'd love to stay and chat," Ron drawled srcastically, getting up and moving past Harry towards the door, "but Señor Psycho gave homework, and not everything comes easily to the rest of us."
"Is that what you think?" Harry said, his voice low. "You think everything comes easily to me?" Ron stopped in the doorway, but didn't turn around. "If you truly believe that, then I wonder if you ever even listened to anything I ever said. I wasn't just complaining, Ron. Come to think of it, were we ever really friends?" Harry felt an unfamiliar venom surging through his vains. Before the shocked Ron could reply, he stormed past and into the common room. He grasped the doorknob, when he heard Ron.
"Wait!"
Harry turned, expectantly.
"We were friends," Ron said simply, eying Harry gingerly. "We're not now, and will never be again, but don't you dare say we never were."
"Whatever," Harry said, trying to ignore the passion in Ron's voice. It was getting much harder to deal with every passing word, and it was getting harder to pretend that everything was okay. He needed to get out, talk to someone... breathe. Anyone, anywhere. Harry swallowed hard, and left the common room in search of clarity.
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Overwhelmed, honestly! Thankkkkkks!
Miss Spinn—Several times a day? Uh-oh, this one took a while… Well, I'm a bit slow in the poetry area because… I'M OVER HIM! Well, sorta… anyway, I try not to think about things sometimes so I haven't been writing poems. Sorry, but thanks! And I do believe u got around to reading Road trip, I think I remember you reviewing. Thanks!!!
Lilz—THANKS! You get more, just for that review. Well, you would've gotten it anyway, but…. Y'know…
Emili Potter—Er, thanks. You mean I didn't depict him as too bad? Or he isn't supposed to be. Well, he's mean.
Black Eyeliner—Hey thanks! Another faithful "checker"
Hazeleyez—Thanks lots! If you ever get bored, try reading a few of those I promise they're great! Although if a certain someone would update a certain story by the name of Shades of Lavender it would be a lot more enjoyable!
Gab Angel—Hey, thanks so cool! Flow… wooooo…. Hyper, sorry.
Bookworm4ever—Glad u enjoy! Yes, Ron's a meany!
Matriaya—For the record… thanks! Well, who know what Harry will do. Wait, I do… hehe… Don't hate the author, hate the game!
Cutie Blossom—Well, believe it. You can see though that he's not completely evil. He still is very, very Ron-ish and still has feelings.
Katie janeway—I don't think they can kick him out, but he is shunned, if that helps. Thanks!
Lady Foxfire—Um, thanks! Heartwrenching? In a way.
FictionHobbit—Nah, he's secretly a sweetie… should I have said that? :p
Spazzy—Yes, you are. In a really nice way… Thanks, and I'm glad you "will be back" for this chapter.
Violet Blues—Yes'm! Glad u love it, thanku!
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Thanks for the support! It's appreciated!
And I'm out…
The story of what happened w/ Harry should begin to unravel in the next chapter. I know I've dropped some hints, but it will begin to become much more clear. Thanks for your patience!
Disclaimer: El señor Dani es mío, pero no son Harry Potter y su amigos.
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Harry absently walked to Potions; his feet knew the way and were working automatically, but his mind was quite busy replaying Hermione's words from that morning. Shortly after speaking them, she had stormed off in a fit of tears, leaving Harry speechless.
There was talk of a new Potions teacher for the year while Snape recovered, but he or she hadn't arrived yet as Harry pushed open the door, immediately making a face at the smell. Apparently there was an odor left by the green fire that had badly burned the desks, floor, and chairs, but magic had quickly renovated the room. In fact, it looked almost retro with a casual green carpet and blue and white decor. Snape had definitely NOT had a say in this!
Harry wondered if Hermione was mad at him, and if he should sit there. If it had been only a year ago, he could've sat with Ron and pondered over what was the deal with the female species, but that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Ron, of course, was hanging over with Malfoy, Parvati, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Harry heaved a nervous sigh and sat beside Hermione, waiting for her reaction. She just turned, smiled politely, and said, "Hello" as the bell rang.
"She's late," someone snickered from the front table, but otherwise everything remained silent. It was Potions class, and Snape or not, the students were used to being as silent as it gets when that tardy bell rang.
An awkward moment passed and was suddenly interrupted by a commotion in the hallway. A young man walked in, wearing the strangest clothes and bantering with whom he was being followed by... Filch?
"I AM THE CARETAKER AND IT'S MY BUSINESS TO KNOW!" Filch boomed, his crazy eyes narrowed with bitter anger.
"Too bad for you," the young man smirked, setting a leather suitcase down on Snape's hardwood desk. "If I say that I'm the new Potions professor, then you have no reason to doubt me." Harry shot Hermione a confused look, but she seemed just as bewildered.
"THAT'S IT! I'M GOING TO GET DUMBLEDORE!" Filch threatened at the top of his lungs, and pointedly looked at the man for a few seconds that seemed to stretch out forever. Everyone in the room remained silent, dead as the night.
After what must have been ten seconds, the unfazed young man replied, "I may be new, but even I know the way to his office. Do you need assistance?"
Filch fumed and stormed off, muttered curse words loud enough for the whole class to hear as he disappeared down the hallway. Nervous laughter slowly was secreted by the students.
"Hola," said the man, standing in front of the class casually. He wore khaki slacks and a white collared dress shirt with the top four buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. "Me llamo Daniel Chávez. Soy vuestros nuevo profesor de Pociones." He stopped and looked at the class. Their faces were blank, obviously confused.
"Does anybody speak Spanish?" he asked. After a few moments without a response, he continued, "I'm Daniel Chávez. I'll be teaching Pociones for the rest of the school year. I advise that you begin learning some Spanish, if not for my class, for life. It's becoming quite the popular language."
Hermione raised a tentative hand. "Er, sir?"
"Call me Señor Dani, ¿vale? I was never too happy with my family name," he replied.
"Uh, Señor Dani--"
"Better make that Dani," he decided, after hearing her say señor as "senn- ore."
"Dani," Hermione tried again, finding that it rolled off the tongue in a strange way, "will we need to know Spanish for, say, your tests?"
"No, that'd be language discrimination."
"And, oh, will we be continuing from where Snape--Professor Snape, I mean-- left off?"
"Good question," Dani smiled, beginning to stroll around the classroom. "Short answer: no." Several kids cheered silently, but Hermione frowned. She was actually interested by the subject matter. "You will be learning some more useful things in Pociones," he said, saying the last part almost spitefully.
"Don't you mean Potions?" Dean asked, looking warily around. Everyone nodded in agreement, and Dean sighed with relief.
"For the remainder of the term, you will be calling this Pociones, agreed?" Dani announced, not really looking for them to agree; it was a declarative statement. "I hope to teach you how to treat a werewolf, when it's legal to use Polyjuice, how to trick your enemies into divulging their secrets, and, of course, Spanish." The class laughed a bit at the last part, but they were all intrigued. Snape would have never taught them anything like that! These were REAL potions--er, pociones--not just the kiddie ones in textbooks.
"Por favor abrís sus libros para página setenta y uno," Dani instructed, and then sighed at the blank stares. He wrote what he said on the board, along with, "Haga las secciones marcadas en rojo." "Your assignment is to look up what that means and carry it out. In the meantime," Dani said, putting down the chalk, "let me take attendance." Everyone was still silent, only with curiosity now, as he plopped into the swivel chair (Harry wondered where that had come from!) and summoned the attendance sheet.
"Azcott, Jenilee?"
"Yes?" replied the confused, mousy Slytherin girl towards the back of the room.
"Just say 'here'--better yet..." Dani rubbed his clean-shaven chin thoughtfully. "Better yet, say 'aquí'."
"Aquí...?" the girl shrugged, getting snickers from the rest of the class.
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"Now that was strange," Harry laughed as he and Hermione exited the Potions- -or Pociones--room. "That guy was... er, is it loco?"
"Well, I think it's a great idea," Hermione pouted, obviously displeased that Harry didn't agree. "It's a wonderful cultural experience that will broaden our backgrounds."
"Geeze, Hermione, you sound like someone's mom," Hermione complained goodnaturedly. She made a murderous face. "Hey, I didn't say that you looked like someone's mom, you just sound like..." Harry stopped, realizing he had just complimented her, and they both blushed. The remainder of their walk was in silence, and they parted into their gender's room upon reaching the common room. "Adiós," Harry teased before she diappeared into the girls' dorm.
The 7th year guys' room was a train wreck as usual. Harry didn't even notice the wrappers and laundry littering the ground, it was commonplace. He did notice, however, Ron Weasly. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The redhead jerked up with a start upon hearing someone enter, and he snorted when he realized that it was Harry. "Oh, it's you," he said, as if the words tasted bitter on his tongue.
"Yeah, it's me, you're just the most goddamn perceptive bloke in England, aren't you?" Harry shot back, a malicious tone in hand. Ron looked almost surpised; with all that he had dealt to Harry, this was the first time Harry had retorted back an insult. "Just get off my back!"
Ron regained his attitude instantaneously, smirking, "What's wrong with England's big hero? Split ends?"
"Sod off," Harry seethed through gritted teeth. "I don't need this right now."
"I'd love to stay and chat," Ron drawled srcastically, getting up and moving past Harry towards the door, "but Señor Psycho gave homework, and not everything comes easily to the rest of us."
"Is that what you think?" Harry said, his voice low. "You think everything comes easily to me?" Ron stopped in the doorway, but didn't turn around. "If you truly believe that, then I wonder if you ever even listened to anything I ever said. I wasn't just complaining, Ron. Come to think of it, were we ever really friends?" Harry felt an unfamiliar venom surging through his vains. Before the shocked Ron could reply, he stormed past and into the common room. He grasped the doorknob, when he heard Ron.
"Wait!"
Harry turned, expectantly.
"We were friends," Ron said simply, eying Harry gingerly. "We're not now, and will never be again, but don't you dare say we never were."
"Whatever," Harry said, trying to ignore the passion in Ron's voice. It was getting much harder to deal with every passing word, and it was getting harder to pretend that everything was okay. He needed to get out, talk to someone... breathe. Anyone, anywhere. Harry swallowed hard, and left the common room in search of clarity.
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Overwhelmed, honestly! Thankkkkkks!
Miss Spinn—Several times a day? Uh-oh, this one took a while… Well, I'm a bit slow in the poetry area because… I'M OVER HIM! Well, sorta… anyway, I try not to think about things sometimes so I haven't been writing poems. Sorry, but thanks! And I do believe u got around to reading Road trip, I think I remember you reviewing. Thanks!!!
Lilz—THANKS! You get more, just for that review. Well, you would've gotten it anyway, but…. Y'know…
Emili Potter—Er, thanks. You mean I didn't depict him as too bad? Or he isn't supposed to be. Well, he's mean.
Black Eyeliner—Hey thanks! Another faithful "checker"
Hazeleyez—Thanks lots! If you ever get bored, try reading a few of those I promise they're great! Although if a certain someone would update a certain story by the name of Shades of Lavender it would be a lot more enjoyable!
Gab Angel—Hey, thanks so cool! Flow… wooooo…. Hyper, sorry.
Bookworm4ever—Glad u enjoy! Yes, Ron's a meany!
Matriaya—For the record… thanks! Well, who know what Harry will do. Wait, I do… hehe… Don't hate the author, hate the game!
Cutie Blossom—Well, believe it. You can see though that he's not completely evil. He still is very, very Ron-ish and still has feelings.
Katie janeway—I don't think they can kick him out, but he is shunned, if that helps. Thanks!
Lady Foxfire—Um, thanks! Heartwrenching? In a way.
FictionHobbit—Nah, he's secretly a sweetie… should I have said that? :p
Spazzy—Yes, you are. In a really nice way… Thanks, and I'm glad you "will be back" for this chapter.
Violet Blues—Yes'm! Glad u love it, thanku!
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Thanks for the support! It's appreciated!
And I'm out…
