Ooh boy, did I find out something interesting. It seems the closest word to "tuko" in the Finnish language is "tukko," which means.. *nervous chuckle* okay okay, it means "tampon"! But, I'm not gonna change it, since I've got everything written out. Besides, it's funnier when Draco calls out "Tuko!" hehehe.. I'm so evil sometimes. But in this chapter, Harry actually has a big part, and we FINALLY meet Prof. Berlin.

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It was Thursday afternoon, and the Gryffindor fifth-years were sitting at lunch, anticipating their first DADA lesson with Professor Berlin.

"Fred and George said he's loads of fun, and from what they say, he sounds a lot like Lupin!" Ron said as they left the Great Hall. "Well, except for one obvious fact, of course."

"Lupin was our DADA teacher in third year," Seamus explained to Daisy. "He was a werewolf, though, so he didn't stay. Damn shame, he was the only good one of the bunch. It's funny, we've had a different teacher every year!"

Daisy laughed. Seamus always seemed to have that sort of effect on her.

They all walked into the classroom. As they sat down and awaited Professor Berlin's arrival, Professor McGonagall came in and asked to speak to Harry outside the classroom.

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"Harry?" Professor McGonagall sounded anxious. "You've got a lot of thinking ahead of you. I am naming you to be the new captain of Gryffindor's House Quidditch team." She gave Harry a moment to think about this.

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Being Quidditch captain was one of the things he had dreamed about for over four years, ever since he had become Seeker and seen Oliver Wood lead the team to victories.

"Furthermore," Professor McGonagall continued, "your responsibility begins right away. Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell have all graduated, and Alicia Spinnet has moved. You will have to choose four students to fill in the other positions." (A/N: I doubt they're all at graduating age, but it's my story, and anything can happen!)

Harry was still in shock; he stumbled over his words. "So that's.. three Chasers and a Keeper?"

McGonagall nodded. "I will give you some help. I recommend giving Daisy Keane a go at Keeper. She seems the type to me. And for the Chasers, try taking a look at your fellow fifth-year boys." With that, she walked away, leaving Harry deep in thought.

***

The class looked up as Harry walked back into the room. They were obciously hoping that he was Professor Berlin, who had not yet arrived. Harry took a seat in the front between Ron and Hermione.

Ron whispered to harry, "What'd she want?" Hermione, Dean, Seamus, and Daisy all leaned in to hear his answer.

Harry grinned as he replied. "She said I'm Quidditch captain for Gryffindor."

"Wonderful, Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Who else is on the team?" Dean asked.

Harry took a deep breath. "She said that I.." He stopped, looking at the four faces (not counting Hermione's) around him. Four faces, four open positions. McGonagall has said to play Daisy as Keeper, and the other boys as Chasers.

But there were four other boys, and only three Chasers.. Well, she couldn't mean Neville, who at the moment was trying to tape his textbook back together after accidentally turning his toad, Trevor, into a steak knife that jumped around as if it was still a toad. Many a book was now shredded.

Harry came back to reality and looked at his friends with a resigned look on his face. He cleared his throat before continuing. "I mean, you guys are the team. Daisy, you're the Keeper, and Ron, Dean, and Seamus, you guys are the Chasers."

All of them burst into tears, mainly from happiness, but also relief. Seamus grabbed Daisy and gave her a huge hug; she returned the sentiment by kissing him full on the lips. The others just watched and grinned, none of them surprised.

"It's about time!" said Hermione, grinning.

"I know, really!" Dean added. "I thought you two were never going to -"

He was cut off by a loud crashing noise coming from Berlin's office. The office door opened, revealing the tousled Professor.

His dark, close-cut brown hair was the first thing that made Daisy think that Berlin was a decent guy. It was a stark contrast to Professor Snape's malevolent-looking oily, shoulder-length black hair.

The main things that proclaimed Berlin's benevolence were his eyes. Hidden behind thin-framed, oval-shaped glasses, they had the look of shining steel, yet they were blue. They had a tranquil sort of aura that made Daisy want to listen, to learn with unyielding rapture everything this man knew.

Daisy finally broke her gaze away from Berlin, who was trying to dust off his robes, to look at Seamus. He, too, was entranced. He seemed to sense that Daisy was looking at him, because he turned and looked at her.

Time seemed to be moving unnaturally slow for everyone except Berlin. He was still straightening up. Or perhaps time was slowing for him, too, because he seemed to be moving as if walking knee-deep through molasses.

Daisy and Seamus were still gazing at each other, unaware of the total silence around them. They must have been staring for a lot longer than they realized; each looked away from the other only when a kind voice with an American accent said, "Miss Keane? Mr. Finnigan? Would you be so kind as to join us in mind as well as in body?"

Amid chuckles from the rest of the class, they both turned to face Berlin, who was finally ready to start the class. Daisy and Seamus murmured apologies, but Berlin silenced them with a wave of his hand and a smile.

"No need to apologize," he said in his smooth tone, "for being in love."

Seamus and Daisy stared up at him in astonishment. When he smiled at them and winked (A/N: not the Dirk kind of wink!), they both blushed and looked down at their books, too embarrassed to look at each other.

"Now," said Berlin, "I'd like to let you know that we'll probably start the year with studying vampires, then we'll progress to banshees after Halloween."

Out of the corner of her eye, Daisy saw Seamus shudder. She remembered him mentioning a fear of banshees once.

"I do not know where we'll go from there," Berlin continued. "However, we will be studying various curses throughout the year, with emphasis on blocking them."

For the rest of the lesson, the class took notes on vampires; nothing else happened worth mentioning.