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Part VI

Ron surveyed the classroom with a whistle. Dumbledore had forwarned them, of course, that class would become larger... But he hadn't expected this! Some girls in the corner were babbling in French. Next to them a guy with a clearly Aussie accent was arguing with Dean about soccer. All of them still would still wear their original uniforms, so the classroom was filled with red from Durmstrang, blues from Beauxbatons and some school in the Pacific, yellow from an African institute, and the Aussie guy wore a brilliant orange. I wonder if he likes Chudley Canons, Ron thought. There was a redhead in the front who wore a black but wasn't from Hogwarts.

"The Salem school over in America," commented Hermione. "I didn't know they sent students as well."

"Umm, excuse me." Hermione and Ron looked up at a girl who didn't just look a little uneasy, "Is this Professor Atwell's DADA class?"

"Yes it is," Hermione responded. "Sit down with us. I'm Hermione and this is Ron."

"I'm Bruy`ere. Thank you." Her glossy, brown curls bounced around her face as she slid into a chair.

"Bruy`ere? That's French, you're from Beauxbatons?" Hermione inquired.

"Yes, but my aunt is English so I can speak without an accent."

"May I please have your attention," A few people jumped. No one had heard the professor come in, "Well I can see that everyone's here. I will be your DADA teacher for just a year. But I've heard that this is not surprising."

A few of the Hogwarts student gave him wry smiles. The others, of course had no idea what he was talking about. His dark eyes swept across the room.

"I was not... informed about you previous lessons. Perhaps you could fill an oblivious teacher in?" He smiled most encouragingly at Neville and couple more of the nervous students

"Uumm, Professor? Last year, we studied mostly curses with Professor Moody. And the year before that it was creatures, like Red Kaps," Parvati offered with a blush.

"Thank you, Parvati. I am going to pick up where you left off then," Atwell glanced around the classroom, "But first I would like to make a request. If you feel more comfortable calling me professor that's fine. But I would prefer to be called just Damion."

Ron raised his eyebrows at Hermione. You just had to shrug.

"Well, would every-" Damion was cut of by a shrill squeak. Startled, the class spun around towards the sound. The redhead in the front was wrestling with something in her lap. A sudden blur of black flashed away from her and darted around the room. Hermione stained her neck to see that it was... A ferret?! The classroom fell into pandemonium as papers were thrown everywhere girls screamed as it scampered beneath their desks. A hand flashed out and caught it firmly.

"This little fellow is yours, I presume?" Damion questioned, after calming the ferret. The girl's blush vanished quickly to be replaced by a bold grin.

"Yep. That's Phillip the Ferret. Err, sorry he got away," she apologized.

"You can keep him in here as long as he doesn't distract anyone," he said turning and pulling out a box from behind the desk, "He has volunteered for you, I need to do a demonstration. Your name is...?"

"Lana. Lana Skoriaff." The class murmured as the teacher proceeded to pull her aside and began to undo the twine around the box. Hermione frowned. She had been staring at him for quite a while. He looked almost like... She was quite sure he... Wait a minute, Damion was-Damn it! She shook her head in frustration. Every time she came close to the answer, it seemed to jump just a little farther away from her.

"Very well then," Damion began with a grin, "Who knows what this is?" Ron's hands left his face as he became interested. The teacher was holding a miniature glass top - a Pocket Sneakoscope. To no one's surprise, Hermione's hand shot up.

"Hermione?"

"It's a Sneakoscope. It lights up and spins whenever there is someone untrustworthy around."

"Correct," He pulled a second gizmo from the box. "And this?" It appeared to be a small compass with a large golden arrow. Bruy`ere answered.

"It's Dark Spells Director. If there is anyone within a mile radius performing a dark spell, it will point at that person or in that direction."

"Correct again. And this?" Ron remembered seeing the same thing on the wall of Mad-Eye Moody's classroom the year before.

"A Foe-Glass. If the owner is going to be attacked, it supposed to show the attackers coming."

"Correct once more!" He pulled out something that a few muggle-born or those taking Muggle Studies identified as a really weird television arial.

"Hey that's a Secrecy Sensor!" Damion grinned over at the Australian guy.

"You're Chu, right?" He got an exuberant nod. "Well you are correct. It picks up concealment spells and lies. And we are going to have some fun with this..." he glanced around the classroom with a huge grin "Lana you start, truth or dare?"

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Hermione had to admit to herself making her way up the hallway that it had been one of the most fun DADA lessons after. Students had fallen roaring with laughter of their seats. For dares Damion had pulled out a surprise: a huge bag of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. After refusing to Truth, quite a few burst out into canary feathers and back. Lana had barely controlled her ferret after it eat a Ton-Tongue Toffee. I wonder how Fred and George completed their shop so quickly, she mused. And I guess Damion isn't so bad... She dug through here book bag for her Potions textbook. It wasn't there. She doubled back towards the classroom.

It wasn't there either. Hermione paused, soft whisperings came from the door behind the teacher's desk. She tip-toed closer to listen.

"...I can do that but..." the voice dropped lower, and couldn't catch all of it, "...it's successful... I have the... ...already suspicious... ...I will..." Then the voice stopped completely. What is doing now-The door swung open.

"What are you doing here?" Damion's voice was soft and congenial , without a hint of threat. His messy black hair looked more disheveled than ever.

"I, uhhh....was just..."

"Keeping an eye on me, and making sure I don't do anything untrust-worthy?" Hermione stared astonished at the man, he can't be seriously...

"I was just looking for my book," She held up the potions book.

"Ah, yes. Potions, I never enjoyed that particular subject. Bad experience with the teacher," he commented walking over and gathering the Dark Detectors.

"Like Snape perhaps?" As soon as she said it, Hermione blushed. She shouldn't talk about the Professors that way! But Damion chuckled.

"Exactly like Snape. Oh where did my Sneakoscope go?"

"Right here, Professor."

"It's Damion, remember. Thank you a very close friend gave it to me, I would hate to lose it."

Hermione left the classroom. More confused than ever.