Chapter 5:
~Ado about Harry~
Sirius looked at Dumbledore. Worry showed in his eyes. The conversation he had with Harry an hour ago left a disturbing thought in his mind. 'What if Voldemort knows?' He hadn't realized that he had voiced his opinion out loud.
"He doesn't know where it is." Dumbledore concluded.
"How can you be sure?" Sirius asked.
"The medallion, is made from a metal, a metal that is so rare and so powerful, that only the most influential of wizards could afford it. As soon as Harry placed that amulet around his neck this summer, I knew. The object I own, from the same metal and the same wizard, started humming. Voldemort does not have such a metal in his possession. Of course, I knew it was Harry, for the amulet chooses the wizard it wants to be placed upon. It only chooses the wisest, bravest and strongest. Unfortunately, that amulet cannot be removed from his neck, unless it is connected with its mate. Sadly, I do not own that. The medallion, that Harry owns, will give him power, power beyond our imagination. For that medallion belonged to a very powerful wizard..."
***
Ron, Hermione and Ginny stared at him in shock. Almost comical really, the way their mouth hung open, their wide eyes almost popping out. Ginny was the first to recover. Well if you call stammering, and making no sense at all recovering.
"You, huh? Medallion- Me...-you- erm- huh?" Ginny stuttered.
Harry grinned at her, still felling slightly weird at the thought of the medallion. Then looked away, because of the heat rising to his face.
"You have WHAT?" Ginny practically shrieked. Finding her voice at last.
Harry looked at her. Even with the comical look on her face, Harry still thought her beautiful.
"I have a medallion, that you gave me, that holds a very forceful power. So powerful in fact, that if I learn how to use it, I could have no trouble at all '....destroying the bloody world...' according to Snuffles." Harry said this all quite calmly. Oblivious to the looks of disbelief, Harry continued.
"The problem is, that I don't know how to use it. I don't know the way it works. Dumbledore said eventually, it will just come to me." He yawned. This was such a long day. "Can we talk about this in the morning? I'm really would just like to go to bed."
"Sure Harry, But just one more question." Ginny asked. "Who's Snuffles?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who were unusually quiet. "Can you guys tell her, I'm going to bed"
And with that, Harry disappeared up the stairway and into his dormitory.
***
Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning feeling tired, upset and haggard. Even though he went to sleep last night early enough, he spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. But on the chance that he did get sleep, it was filled with nightmares. Nightmares about Cedric and Voldemort. The same vision he had in Dumbledore's office came back to haunt him. Cedric dead eyes staring at him, Voldemort laughing. Harry shuddered as he sat down next to Ginny, across from Ron and Hermione.
Ginny looked at him. Questions were in her eyes, and Harry knew what they were.
"After breakfast." he said quietly. She looked at him, understanding now replacing the questions. She nodded.
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who were again, bickering. What about, Harry didn't know. 'I probably don't want to know.' he thought. But as the whispered argument progressed, Hermione turned red, threw her toast at Ron and stalked off.
Harry looked at Ron eyebrows raised. As if to say- What-did-you-do-to-piss-her-off-now? Ron looked at him meekly, then ran to follow her.
Ginny started giggling. Harry looked at her, trying not to be caught up in the contagious giggling himself.
"What?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
"Well..."
"Come on, tell me."
"Well, last night, at the feast, Dumbledore announced that since the ball was so great last year, the teachers are planning another one for this year." She sighed. "Ron wants to ask Hermione-"
"Of course he does, It's been so obvious. Arguing was their way of flirting. It's about time-" He interrupted Ginny.
"Yeah, well, he didn't ask her. I think he's still sore about the Krum thing last year."
"Ahhh," said Harry. Now understanding. As usual Ron was too thick to look in front of his nose.
Harry, now done with breakfast, stood up.
"Want to go for a walk? We can talk about- erm- Snuffles." He held out his hand for her. She smiled and took it. As he pulled her to her feet, he tried not to think about the way her hand fit perfectly into his. The way that she smelled when her hair brushed his shoulder. They were less then a step apart, quite uncomfortable with the situation, they both turned a very nice shade of rose. Quickly, dropping her hand, they walked to the Great Hall's entrance. Ginny, trying her best not to show her disappointment.
The walked through the entrance hall, and down to the grounds. Smoke could be seen coming out of Hagrid's hut. Since the classes officially started the next day, they had a day to laze around. The air was warm and held a fragrance of roses on it. The lake glimmered with the sunlight, while the Forbidden forest looked like a dark cloud was permanently hung over it.
They strolled down toward the lake, and the oak tree that stood near it. Harry, discovering this place last year, decided that it would be the perfect place to tell Ginny about Sirius and the amulet. As they were about to sit down, Harry felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Placing his hand on the tree to stable himself, he shook his head. Another wave passed over him again. He sat down quickly, Ginny kneeling beside him, eyes full of concern.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Then it all went black.
***
A hazy, face looked down at him. Worry was written all over it. The person mouth opened, but he couldn't understand what was being said.
'Harry, it's time to wake up.......' A singsong voice whispered in his ear. He blinked, clearing his vision. Ginny was looking terrified.
"Harry, are you okay? Can you hear me?"
Harry nodded. "What happened?"
"Well, at first you sort of lost your balance, then you put your hand on the tree, to steady yourself. Then you sort of lost focus or something, you started mumbling something, sat down, then fainted. You've been out for 3 minutes." She said this all in a rush, obviously very concerned about him.
Harry felt a vibration around his neck. He reached in the top of his robes to retrieve the humming object. When he brought the object into view. It was glowing.
'Oh. My. God.' Was the only coherent thought that reached his brain.
Ginny looked at the medallion astonished. "It didn't look like that when I bought it." was all she said.
It indeed had changed. Now at the back of the amulet was a space, the size of a thumb print, maybe a little bigger. It had a whole through it as well, right through the middle, under the lion, but above the banner. The hazy glow around it was a deep red, scarlet almost. Harry and Ginny stared at it dumbfounded for minutes.
Then it hit him. Not literally, of course. But a thought, a loose thought scattered to his brain.
'Power, is absorbing, into me.'
"Ginny." he said whispered, shaking. "Do you know what this means?"
"No thought in hell." she whispered back.
"It's giving me its power."
***
A man stood at the entrance of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He looked to the castle, sitting atop a great hill. 'It feels unnatural to be back' he thought. With that, he made his way up the hill.
***
Harry has never run so fast in his life. Up the hill, running through the entrance hall, up stairway after stairway, and to the gargoyle. Ginny just a breath behind him.
"Sugar Quill! Sugar Quill!" The gargoyle sprang to life, admitting Harry and Ginny safely inside. The ran up the stairs to Dumbledore's office, taking the steps two at a time. Bursting through the door, they stopped in the middle of the office out of breath.
Dumbledore look up from his tea, startled by the two students who had burst through his door.
"Why Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley, what can I do for you two?" He asked politely, a small curving at the corner of his mouth.
Harry held up the glowing object that was around his neck.
"What- gasp- does- this- gasp- mean?" He managed to get out.
Dumbledore's face went very thoughtful. "Well, I believe it means, that you have started absorbing its' power. Perhaps that is why you have been so dizzy the past few days. That would explain you fainting." he said this quite calmly, taking a sip of tea. "Why don't you both take a seat."
He conjured up two chairs with the wave of his hand. Ginny and Harry both sat, gratefully, finally able to breath properly. A tea tray floated in front of them, and they both took a cup. Dumbledore stood up, pacing back and forth across the room, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Them he walked across the room, and opened a drawer, muttering to himself the whole time. Ginny shot Harry a look. She raised her brows in question. He looked back and shrugged. Fawkes had landed on Harry's knee.
"Lo, Fawkes." He whispered. "Thanks for waking me up the other day." He petted Fawkes absently while Dumbledore searched.
Ginny, on the other hand looked around nervously. She had never been up here, in Dumbledore's office, and therefore, she only have one conclusion. 'Ron was right, he is weird.' The room was fulled of magical gadgets and gizmos, thing Ginny has never even seen before, much less knew existed.
"Ah, Ha!" Dumbledore said, successful in his mission, whatever it was.
Dumbledore brandished a sword, and a very large textbook. He settled back down in his seat. Placing both objects in front of him. Harry and Ginny looked at him expectantly.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, "Bring your amulet here." Harry placed his tea down on the hovering tray, and walked over to him. With every step he took, the sword and his amulet started humming louder and louder, glowing more brightly.
"Uhh, Sir?" Harry asked, unsure of what to do.
"Thank-you Harry, you may sit down now. You see, these items we have here were crafted by the same man, they are both very powerful pieces, and the hold more magic then we could imagine. Even though I've tried to discover more about this piece, I haven't the faintest idea of what it does. The only thing I know is that it was a weapon favoured by Godric Gryffindor-"
"But Professor," Harry interrupted. "Wasn't it Godric Gryffindor's sword I used in my second year?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes Harry, it was. But the sword you received then, was a sword he owned, yes, but this sword here, was one he made. As he made the medallion you are wearing around your neck. This sword, and the medallion you're wearing, contains the magic of Godric Gryffindor. The power he possessed is in these items. But not these alone, there is another. We are unknown to it. The piece we are missing is needed, for that is the only way to release the true power of his magic. The power you're receiving now is strong, stronger then any modern magic, but only a figment of what he truly possessed. Somehow the pieces fit all together. How, I'm not sure." He sighed rubbing his forehead.
Ginny, who had kept quiet this whole time, was feeling quite restless. "Professor Dumbledore," she said, "Are you saying that Harry has the power of Godric Gryffindor?" She said disbelievingly.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at her tone. "In a way Miss Weasley. Harry only has a very small piece of his power, but it will indeed make Harry mush more stronger in his magical abilities."
Dumbledore held up the textbook. "Harry, this is for you. It is all about Godric Gryffindor and his powers, a few I think you might be experiencing soon-"
A knock on the door interrupted him. "Excuse me." He said, and went to open it. A man stood in the hallway. He was about middle years, 37, Harry guessed. Tall, lean and muscular, he looked like an athlete. His brownish-blonde hair was messy, but purposely so. Sapphire blue eyes sparked as he shook hands with Dumbledore.
"Ahh, Professor Lehnor, I was expecting you. Please come in. Let me introduce you to two of our student body. Mr. Potter, and Miss Weasley."
Ginny and Harry both addressed him in turn.
"Hello," greeted the Professor, "Which houses are you in?"
"We're both in Gryffindor, sir." Harry stated. "I'm in fifth and Ginny's in fourth year."
"Then I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow morning, Harry."
With that, Dumbledore opened the door again, and said, "Ginny, Harry, I am assuming it is almost lunch. Please contact me if anything happens again."
"I will, Professor. See you tomorrow Professor Lehnor." Harry followed Ginny out the door, carrying the extremely large textbook.
Ivan Lehnor settled himself down in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"He reminds me a great deal of James at that age." he commented.
"That he does, Ivan, that he does."
***
As Harry and Ginny walked down to the Great Hall for lunch, they spotted Ron and Hermione over at the table. Ron and Hermione seemed to be getting along quite well since their little tiff that morning. They sat down and started telling them every thing that happened since breakfast thing morning, including the new professor.
"A new professor? He must be for the DADA." Ron concluded.
"Of course he is, Ron," Hermione said. "Dumbledore didn't mention him at the feast last night though."
"Well, he did just arrive 'Mione," Harry added "Maybe he wasn't sure that he was coming."
***
The Gryffindor fifth years were very excited about their first DADA lesson, the next morning. The new professor was already very popular. There was even a bet seeing if he would last more then one year, the total so far was 14 Galleons. Ron wanted very much so to win this bet.
"He'll last more then a year, I know it." he said. "He must, after the bad luck every professor has had so far, he's bound to have good luck."
As the professor walked into the classroom, Dean Thomas's hand shot up.
"Yes?" Professor Lehnor asked.
"Well, sir, If you don't mind me asking, but what are you?"
"Pardon?"
"You must be something special, 'cause see, not of our teachers were normal. We had a stuttering evil guy, a big oaf, a werewolf and a imposter. So what are you?"
Professor Lehnor smiled. "Mr. Thomas it is?" Dean nodded. "I am an Animagus."
TBC....
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~Ado about Harry~
Sirius looked at Dumbledore. Worry showed in his eyes. The conversation he had with Harry an hour ago left a disturbing thought in his mind. 'What if Voldemort knows?' He hadn't realized that he had voiced his opinion out loud.
"He doesn't know where it is." Dumbledore concluded.
"How can you be sure?" Sirius asked.
"The medallion, is made from a metal, a metal that is so rare and so powerful, that only the most influential of wizards could afford it. As soon as Harry placed that amulet around his neck this summer, I knew. The object I own, from the same metal and the same wizard, started humming. Voldemort does not have such a metal in his possession. Of course, I knew it was Harry, for the amulet chooses the wizard it wants to be placed upon. It only chooses the wisest, bravest and strongest. Unfortunately, that amulet cannot be removed from his neck, unless it is connected with its mate. Sadly, I do not own that. The medallion, that Harry owns, will give him power, power beyond our imagination. For that medallion belonged to a very powerful wizard..."
***
Ron, Hermione and Ginny stared at him in shock. Almost comical really, the way their mouth hung open, their wide eyes almost popping out. Ginny was the first to recover. Well if you call stammering, and making no sense at all recovering.
"You, huh? Medallion- Me...-you- erm- huh?" Ginny stuttered.
Harry grinned at her, still felling slightly weird at the thought of the medallion. Then looked away, because of the heat rising to his face.
"You have WHAT?" Ginny practically shrieked. Finding her voice at last.
Harry looked at her. Even with the comical look on her face, Harry still thought her beautiful.
"I have a medallion, that you gave me, that holds a very forceful power. So powerful in fact, that if I learn how to use it, I could have no trouble at all '....destroying the bloody world...' according to Snuffles." Harry said this all quite calmly. Oblivious to the looks of disbelief, Harry continued.
"The problem is, that I don't know how to use it. I don't know the way it works. Dumbledore said eventually, it will just come to me." He yawned. This was such a long day. "Can we talk about this in the morning? I'm really would just like to go to bed."
"Sure Harry, But just one more question." Ginny asked. "Who's Snuffles?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who were unusually quiet. "Can you guys tell her, I'm going to bed"
And with that, Harry disappeared up the stairway and into his dormitory.
***
Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning feeling tired, upset and haggard. Even though he went to sleep last night early enough, he spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. But on the chance that he did get sleep, it was filled with nightmares. Nightmares about Cedric and Voldemort. The same vision he had in Dumbledore's office came back to haunt him. Cedric dead eyes staring at him, Voldemort laughing. Harry shuddered as he sat down next to Ginny, across from Ron and Hermione.
Ginny looked at him. Questions were in her eyes, and Harry knew what they were.
"After breakfast." he said quietly. She looked at him, understanding now replacing the questions. She nodded.
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who were again, bickering. What about, Harry didn't know. 'I probably don't want to know.' he thought. But as the whispered argument progressed, Hermione turned red, threw her toast at Ron and stalked off.
Harry looked at Ron eyebrows raised. As if to say- What-did-you-do-to-piss-her-off-now? Ron looked at him meekly, then ran to follow her.
Ginny started giggling. Harry looked at her, trying not to be caught up in the contagious giggling himself.
"What?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
"Well..."
"Come on, tell me."
"Well, last night, at the feast, Dumbledore announced that since the ball was so great last year, the teachers are planning another one for this year." She sighed. "Ron wants to ask Hermione-"
"Of course he does, It's been so obvious. Arguing was their way of flirting. It's about time-" He interrupted Ginny.
"Yeah, well, he didn't ask her. I think he's still sore about the Krum thing last year."
"Ahhh," said Harry. Now understanding. As usual Ron was too thick to look in front of his nose.
Harry, now done with breakfast, stood up.
"Want to go for a walk? We can talk about- erm- Snuffles." He held out his hand for her. She smiled and took it. As he pulled her to her feet, he tried not to think about the way her hand fit perfectly into his. The way that she smelled when her hair brushed his shoulder. They were less then a step apart, quite uncomfortable with the situation, they both turned a very nice shade of rose. Quickly, dropping her hand, they walked to the Great Hall's entrance. Ginny, trying her best not to show her disappointment.
The walked through the entrance hall, and down to the grounds. Smoke could be seen coming out of Hagrid's hut. Since the classes officially started the next day, they had a day to laze around. The air was warm and held a fragrance of roses on it. The lake glimmered with the sunlight, while the Forbidden forest looked like a dark cloud was permanently hung over it.
They strolled down toward the lake, and the oak tree that stood near it. Harry, discovering this place last year, decided that it would be the perfect place to tell Ginny about Sirius and the amulet. As they were about to sit down, Harry felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Placing his hand on the tree to stable himself, he shook his head. Another wave passed over him again. He sat down quickly, Ginny kneeling beside him, eyes full of concern.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Then it all went black.
***
A hazy, face looked down at him. Worry was written all over it. The person mouth opened, but he couldn't understand what was being said.
'Harry, it's time to wake up.......' A singsong voice whispered in his ear. He blinked, clearing his vision. Ginny was looking terrified.
"Harry, are you okay? Can you hear me?"
Harry nodded. "What happened?"
"Well, at first you sort of lost your balance, then you put your hand on the tree, to steady yourself. Then you sort of lost focus or something, you started mumbling something, sat down, then fainted. You've been out for 3 minutes." She said this all in a rush, obviously very concerned about him.
Harry felt a vibration around his neck. He reached in the top of his robes to retrieve the humming object. When he brought the object into view. It was glowing.
'Oh. My. God.' Was the only coherent thought that reached his brain.
Ginny looked at the medallion astonished. "It didn't look like that when I bought it." was all she said.
It indeed had changed. Now at the back of the amulet was a space, the size of a thumb print, maybe a little bigger. It had a whole through it as well, right through the middle, under the lion, but above the banner. The hazy glow around it was a deep red, scarlet almost. Harry and Ginny stared at it dumbfounded for minutes.
Then it hit him. Not literally, of course. But a thought, a loose thought scattered to his brain.
'Power, is absorbing, into me.'
"Ginny." he said whispered, shaking. "Do you know what this means?"
"No thought in hell." she whispered back.
"It's giving me its power."
***
A man stood at the entrance of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He looked to the castle, sitting atop a great hill. 'It feels unnatural to be back' he thought. With that, he made his way up the hill.
***
Harry has never run so fast in his life. Up the hill, running through the entrance hall, up stairway after stairway, and to the gargoyle. Ginny just a breath behind him.
"Sugar Quill! Sugar Quill!" The gargoyle sprang to life, admitting Harry and Ginny safely inside. The ran up the stairs to Dumbledore's office, taking the steps two at a time. Bursting through the door, they stopped in the middle of the office out of breath.
Dumbledore look up from his tea, startled by the two students who had burst through his door.
"Why Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley, what can I do for you two?" He asked politely, a small curving at the corner of his mouth.
Harry held up the glowing object that was around his neck.
"What- gasp- does- this- gasp- mean?" He managed to get out.
Dumbledore's face went very thoughtful. "Well, I believe it means, that you have started absorbing its' power. Perhaps that is why you have been so dizzy the past few days. That would explain you fainting." he said this quite calmly, taking a sip of tea. "Why don't you both take a seat."
He conjured up two chairs with the wave of his hand. Ginny and Harry both sat, gratefully, finally able to breath properly. A tea tray floated in front of them, and they both took a cup. Dumbledore stood up, pacing back and forth across the room, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Them he walked across the room, and opened a drawer, muttering to himself the whole time. Ginny shot Harry a look. She raised her brows in question. He looked back and shrugged. Fawkes had landed on Harry's knee.
"Lo, Fawkes." He whispered. "Thanks for waking me up the other day." He petted Fawkes absently while Dumbledore searched.
Ginny, on the other hand looked around nervously. She had never been up here, in Dumbledore's office, and therefore, she only have one conclusion. 'Ron was right, he is weird.' The room was fulled of magical gadgets and gizmos, thing Ginny has never even seen before, much less knew existed.
"Ah, Ha!" Dumbledore said, successful in his mission, whatever it was.
Dumbledore brandished a sword, and a very large textbook. He settled back down in his seat. Placing both objects in front of him. Harry and Ginny looked at him expectantly.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, "Bring your amulet here." Harry placed his tea down on the hovering tray, and walked over to him. With every step he took, the sword and his amulet started humming louder and louder, glowing more brightly.
"Uhh, Sir?" Harry asked, unsure of what to do.
"Thank-you Harry, you may sit down now. You see, these items we have here were crafted by the same man, they are both very powerful pieces, and the hold more magic then we could imagine. Even though I've tried to discover more about this piece, I haven't the faintest idea of what it does. The only thing I know is that it was a weapon favoured by Godric Gryffindor-"
"But Professor," Harry interrupted. "Wasn't it Godric Gryffindor's sword I used in my second year?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes Harry, it was. But the sword you received then, was a sword he owned, yes, but this sword here, was one he made. As he made the medallion you are wearing around your neck. This sword, and the medallion you're wearing, contains the magic of Godric Gryffindor. The power he possessed is in these items. But not these alone, there is another. We are unknown to it. The piece we are missing is needed, for that is the only way to release the true power of his magic. The power you're receiving now is strong, stronger then any modern magic, but only a figment of what he truly possessed. Somehow the pieces fit all together. How, I'm not sure." He sighed rubbing his forehead.
Ginny, who had kept quiet this whole time, was feeling quite restless. "Professor Dumbledore," she said, "Are you saying that Harry has the power of Godric Gryffindor?" She said disbelievingly.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at her tone. "In a way Miss Weasley. Harry only has a very small piece of his power, but it will indeed make Harry mush more stronger in his magical abilities."
Dumbledore held up the textbook. "Harry, this is for you. It is all about Godric Gryffindor and his powers, a few I think you might be experiencing soon-"
A knock on the door interrupted him. "Excuse me." He said, and went to open it. A man stood in the hallway. He was about middle years, 37, Harry guessed. Tall, lean and muscular, he looked like an athlete. His brownish-blonde hair was messy, but purposely so. Sapphire blue eyes sparked as he shook hands with Dumbledore.
"Ahh, Professor Lehnor, I was expecting you. Please come in. Let me introduce you to two of our student body. Mr. Potter, and Miss Weasley."
Ginny and Harry both addressed him in turn.
"Hello," greeted the Professor, "Which houses are you in?"
"We're both in Gryffindor, sir." Harry stated. "I'm in fifth and Ginny's in fourth year."
"Then I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow morning, Harry."
With that, Dumbledore opened the door again, and said, "Ginny, Harry, I am assuming it is almost lunch. Please contact me if anything happens again."
"I will, Professor. See you tomorrow Professor Lehnor." Harry followed Ginny out the door, carrying the extremely large textbook.
Ivan Lehnor settled himself down in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"He reminds me a great deal of James at that age." he commented.
"That he does, Ivan, that he does."
***
As Harry and Ginny walked down to the Great Hall for lunch, they spotted Ron and Hermione over at the table. Ron and Hermione seemed to be getting along quite well since their little tiff that morning. They sat down and started telling them every thing that happened since breakfast thing morning, including the new professor.
"A new professor? He must be for the DADA." Ron concluded.
"Of course he is, Ron," Hermione said. "Dumbledore didn't mention him at the feast last night though."
"Well, he did just arrive 'Mione," Harry added "Maybe he wasn't sure that he was coming."
***
The Gryffindor fifth years were very excited about their first DADA lesson, the next morning. The new professor was already very popular. There was even a bet seeing if he would last more then one year, the total so far was 14 Galleons. Ron wanted very much so to win this bet.
"He'll last more then a year, I know it." he said. "He must, after the bad luck every professor has had so far, he's bound to have good luck."
As the professor walked into the classroom, Dean Thomas's hand shot up.
"Yes?" Professor Lehnor asked.
"Well, sir, If you don't mind me asking, but what are you?"
"Pardon?"
"You must be something special, 'cause see, not of our teachers were normal. We had a stuttering evil guy, a big oaf, a werewolf and a imposter. So what are you?"
Professor Lehnor smiled. "Mr. Thomas it is?" Dean nodded. "I am an Animagus."
TBC....
Special Thanks to my reviewers. Your what keeps me writing!
R&R!