Chapter Five
The Other Side of Professors
~*~
"The Professor Bus?" Amelia asked, reading the title.
"Just for one night," Hermione said. "It takes the professors to Hogwarts, and their guests too, I suppose. Then it goes to storage."
"Which is probably why we're leaving two weeks early," Amelia said.
"Right," Hermione said.
"Now I get it," Amelia said.
"Well, are you getting on or not?" the driver asked very grumpily.
The three climbed on and headed to the top level of the bus. The rest of the places were already taken up with other professors who had fallen asleep.
" 'Ello Mrs. Weasely!" Flitwick, the charms teacher called. "That just sounds so different on my tongue, I keep expecting Ginny Weasely to be standing there. Not that she would, I heard she's in Portugal, playing against them, right?" Hermione nodded. "And is that Molly Potter?" he asked, pulling on his nightcap. "Beautiful, beautiful. And who's the other young lady?" he motioned towards Amelia.
"That's Amelia Dursley," Hermione said.
"I see," Flitwick said. "Well, goodnight," and with three fast hops he jumped up into his bed. Opening her trunk, Amelia pulled out her nightgown, and snapping she was immediately in it.
"Did you just . . . change your clothes with a snap?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course not," Amelia said, crawling into her bed. "I changed extra fast. G' night," and she closed her eyes. Sighing, Hermione and Molly walked into the bathroom to change.
That night, Amelia dreamt the most vivid dream she had ever had. The air was thick with fog, and flashes of lightening. Several figures in masks were coming . . . yelling . . . screaming . . . then, there was a chant. A chant that was carried away by the air . . . and a scream.. A giant burst of light . . . and then a big, thin purple . . . something. It was parting the crowd . . . the light went away . . . and then two figures very close to each other . . .
"Good morning!" a cheery Molly said, jumping on Amelia's bed.
"Good morning," Amelia said back. She raised an eyebrow at Professor Flitwick who had what looked like a radio on and was stretching.
"Good morning!" the radio said. "You're listening to 'Bat Bogey Blues' by the popular punk quartet, 'The Punk Pixies'!"
"Good morning," Flitwick said cheerily. He was doing toe-touches, singing to the music, " 'I got the bluesey, bluest, bat bogey blues . . . I got the wailing, winging, bat bogey blues all night . . . and all day . . . and all week . . . and all month . . . and all year . . . I got the bat bogey blues . . . "
Amelia turned away, she never wanted to those sides of her professors. "Ugh . . . this is going to be a long year," she groaned. Getting out of bed, she grabbed her toothbrush and a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom, Molly trailing her.
"I've never been to Hogwarts before," Molly said excitedly, jumping up and down. "Auntie Hermione said she's going to show me how to ride a broom . . ."
"I've never been to Hogwarts either," Amelia said, walking into a stall and changing in a few seconds. She came out and began to brush her teeth.
"Auntie Hermione said I get to help her out with her classes," Molly said. "She teaches Potions."
"Dat's cool," Amelia said, spitting in the sink.
"You'll be able to see the castle in five minutes or so," Hermione said, popping her head in.
"Ooh!" Molly squealed. "C'mon!" and she grabbed Amelia's hand. Amelia let out a little shriek as Molly dragged her away from the bathroom in mid- brush.
"Whoa," Amelia said, her jaw dropping when the castle came in view.
"Pretty," Molly gaped. They pulled up to the entrance, and Hermione dragged them out.
~*~
"That's Professor Sprout," Hermione said, pointing out the teachers at breakfast. "She teaches Herbology. Professor McGonagall, she teaches Transfiguration. Professor Vector teaches Arithmancy, Professor Chang teaches Astronomy. That's Professor Hagrid, who teaches Care of Magical Creatures. Professor Lavender, she'll be teaching Defense Against Dark Arts. And, that's Professor Dumbledore."
"What does he teach?" Amelia asked, remembering him from the Ministry.
"He's the Headmaster," Hermione said.
"Oh."
"Auntie Hermione!" Molly said, tugging on the sleeve of her robe. "Can you teach me how to fly a broom now? Please? Please? Please? AH!" she screamed as the post flew in, although it was only about twenty owls.
One owl dropped a letter on Amelia's head, Hermione received a letter, as did many of the other staff. But, Molly got a letter, and then a very long package. She ripped open the letter, and read it. Then, she ripped open the package. It was a broomstick labeled, "Firebolt 6." An identical package flew down and fell onto Amelia's lap, although it was labeled the same.
"Who sent those?" Hermione asked, while several of the teachers admired the brooms.
"Auntie Ginny," Molly said. "I told her that you said you were going to teach me how to fly last time she visited, a week after Amelia came." Another owl flew down and dropped a package on Molly's lap, she tore that open. "Ooh! Daddy sent a letter!" and it was an adorable singing card, and a little butterfly pin. "Can we go and try to fly now, Auntie Hermione? Can we? Please?"
"Of course," Hermione said. Several teachers followed them out to the Quidditch pitch to see the performance of the new brooms.
~*~
"Like this?" Molly asked as Hermione showed her how to hold a broom and Amelia copied. Hermione was on the back of the broom, Molly on the front, while Amelia was alone. The two rose in the air, as did Amelia.
"Sayonara!" Amelia called, and flew up higher, practically less than a blur she was going so fast. Usually she was afraid of heights, but this was different, it was like she belonged in the air. Just if she had something to do, not just float there.
"Catch!" Hermione called, and threw a big red ball at Amelia. Amelia caught it, and noticed that several of the professors had grabbed brooms and were now in the air. Flitwick was waving wildly on his broom.
Amelia passed the ball to Flitwick, who sped off towards the big round hoops at one end. "Block it!" Hermione yelled, Molly was cheering.
But, it was too late. Flitwick had thrown the ball through and was doing some sort of victory dance on his broom. Other teachers Hermione hadn't pointed out were on brooms also.
"Oy! Hermione!" another person called that didn't look like a teacher at all. There were actually two people, twins. "Thought we'd drop in!" one of them called.
"Is that a Firebolt 6?" one shouted.
"I think it is, George!" another one said.
"And is that another?" George asked. "I think I might need glasses, Fred. Or the school got new brooms, which is as impossible as Umbridge coming back. "
"I think too," George said. "No . . . they both say Firebolt 6, alright.."
"Uncle Fred!" Molly said, steering her broom down. "Uncle George!"
"Hello, kiddy," Fred said, sweeping Molly up in his arms. George pulled out of his jacket a funny looking hat, popping it on Molly's head. In a few seconds, her head disappeared.
"Hey!" Molly cried. "Not funny!"
"What d' you mean?" George asked.
"My head!"
"Oh," Fred said. George grabbed the hat off and popped the hat back into his pocket.
"Never thought I'd see Flitwick like that," George remarked, watching Flitwick's victory dance.
"We were just dropping by, bringing in a treat," Fred said. "One for Molly," and he pulled out a thin metal tube. "Another for Hermione," and he pulled out a tiny gold locket. "And one for the new student you have there that set the giant crabs out," and he pulled out a tiny box of Skiving Snackboxes.
"Gotta go," George said. "We're heading to America, setting up shop there, y' know."
"See ya," and Fred kissed Molly on the nose, and tugged her braid, George following suit. After they left, Molly took off the top of the tube.
Inside was a rose, which began to rotate and change colors. Hermione opened the locket, which began playing what sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Putting the locket in her pocket, Hermione shrunk the Skiving Snackbox and put it in her pocket.
"Why aren't you giving Amelia her treat?" Molly asked.
"Because you're not supposed to have them at school," Hermione said. "You're not supposed to have brooms either . . . good thing that was only when I went to school, they changed that rule a few years ago."
~*~
It was a day before term started, and rain was pouring down heavily. Molly was talking with the paintings, which was actually a very fun pastime. Hermione and Molly were in the library; Hermione was making lesson plans, while Amelia was practicing levitating objects.
"Hermione, can I ask a question?" Amelia asked absentmindedly, making two cushions from empty armchairs attack each other.
"Sure," Hermione said, who was scratching away with her quill.
"Whose Molly's mom?"
Hermione stopped writing and looked up, "Pardon me?"
"Who is Molly's mother?" Amelia said. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to . . . I was just wondering . . ."
"Oh, that's okay," Hermione said, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a picture of a young woman with wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes; it was a Muggle picture.
"Was she a witch?" Amelia blurted.
"Yeah," Hermione said. " This was Harry's wife, Cassidy Dumbledore. So, there's your answer," Hermione said with a sad and annoyed tone in her voice.
"Well, why isn't she here now? Is she related to Professor Dumbledore?" Amelia blurted again.
"Yes, she is related. She died," Hermione said. "A Death Eater killed her. Good person, Cassidy. During our sixth and seventh year, her and Harry were dating, and we went to kill Voldemort once and for all. Couldn't have done it without her, fought off all the Death Eaters while we went forward . . ." Hermione started crying.
"I didn't mean to make you cry - "
"No, that's okay," Hermione sniffed. "She was just a good friend of mine. Very good actually, we probably wouldn't have won without her . . . "
::Flashback to Hermione's Seventh Year::
They entered the damp tunnel, looking around slowly. "I'll hold off the Death Eaters back here," Cassidy said.
"Are you sure you can hold them off?" Harry asked Cassidy.
"Of course I can," Cassidy said as Harry kissed her forehead.
"Incase one of us . . ." Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny box. Inside was a thin blue ring, which he slipped on her finger, "So you can remember me."
"I didn't bring anything for you," Cassidy said. "Being a life and death situation," she unfastened her necklace, which had a ruby and gold heart on it, she tied it onto his neck. "If I die, promise you'll tell everybody I went out bravely, right?"
"Right," Harry said, and kissed her again. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"
"Yeah," Cassidy said, rolling her eyes. "I've got more power than you can imagine, Harry. My grandpa is Dumbledore."
"Right," Harry said.
"C'mon!" Ron said, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him away. A few minutes later, they heard several shouts of spells and loud flashes from the entrance while they battled another wave of Death Eaters, although nobody else new came in.
When Harry came back, Cassidy had fainted, her wand held tight in her hand. Besides the fact that Harry himself was practically dead, he picked her up and never let go of her.
"Is he dead?" Cassidy asked as they walked. "Did you kill him?"
"Yeah," Harry whispered in her ear.
"Good," Cassidy said, grinning.
"Oh, by the way," Harry said. "That was an engagement ring I gave you."
Cassidy grinned wildly, "Cassidy Potter, I love it."
::End of Flashback::
" . . . they practically died for each other, y' know," Hermione said. "Dumbledore was straight out mad too. You don't want to see Dumbledore mad, seriously."
"Why was he mad?" Amelia asked.
"Because Cassidy was Dumbledore's flesh and blood, and Dumbledore never agreed to the idea of Harry and Cassidy in the first place. Still dreads the idea too, thinks it's Harry's fault that she's dead," Hermione said, wiping her eye.
"Why?" Amelia asked.
"Because that Death Eater killed Cassidy because she killed another Death Eater, and the only reason she was there was because Harry needed her," Hermione said, and began to pack things away. "Maybe you should go to bed now, g' night."
~*~ End of Chapter Five ~*~
A/N: No reviews for chapter four :( Now that you know who Molly's mom is, I started a prequel, about Harry's sixth year. It should be out after I finish this story, or when I feel like I've written enough chapters, one of the two.
The Other Side of Professors
~*~
"The Professor Bus?" Amelia asked, reading the title.
"Just for one night," Hermione said. "It takes the professors to Hogwarts, and their guests too, I suppose. Then it goes to storage."
"Which is probably why we're leaving two weeks early," Amelia said.
"Right," Hermione said.
"Now I get it," Amelia said.
"Well, are you getting on or not?" the driver asked very grumpily.
The three climbed on and headed to the top level of the bus. The rest of the places were already taken up with other professors who had fallen asleep.
" 'Ello Mrs. Weasely!" Flitwick, the charms teacher called. "That just sounds so different on my tongue, I keep expecting Ginny Weasely to be standing there. Not that she would, I heard she's in Portugal, playing against them, right?" Hermione nodded. "And is that Molly Potter?" he asked, pulling on his nightcap. "Beautiful, beautiful. And who's the other young lady?" he motioned towards Amelia.
"That's Amelia Dursley," Hermione said.
"I see," Flitwick said. "Well, goodnight," and with three fast hops he jumped up into his bed. Opening her trunk, Amelia pulled out her nightgown, and snapping she was immediately in it.
"Did you just . . . change your clothes with a snap?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course not," Amelia said, crawling into her bed. "I changed extra fast. G' night," and she closed her eyes. Sighing, Hermione and Molly walked into the bathroom to change.
That night, Amelia dreamt the most vivid dream she had ever had. The air was thick with fog, and flashes of lightening. Several figures in masks were coming . . . yelling . . . screaming . . . then, there was a chant. A chant that was carried away by the air . . . and a scream.. A giant burst of light . . . and then a big, thin purple . . . something. It was parting the crowd . . . the light went away . . . and then two figures very close to each other . . .
"Good morning!" a cheery Molly said, jumping on Amelia's bed.
"Good morning," Amelia said back. She raised an eyebrow at Professor Flitwick who had what looked like a radio on and was stretching.
"Good morning!" the radio said. "You're listening to 'Bat Bogey Blues' by the popular punk quartet, 'The Punk Pixies'!"
"Good morning," Flitwick said cheerily. He was doing toe-touches, singing to the music, " 'I got the bluesey, bluest, bat bogey blues . . . I got the wailing, winging, bat bogey blues all night . . . and all day . . . and all week . . . and all month . . . and all year . . . I got the bat bogey blues . . . "
Amelia turned away, she never wanted to those sides of her professors. "Ugh . . . this is going to be a long year," she groaned. Getting out of bed, she grabbed her toothbrush and a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom, Molly trailing her.
"I've never been to Hogwarts before," Molly said excitedly, jumping up and down. "Auntie Hermione said she's going to show me how to ride a broom . . ."
"I've never been to Hogwarts either," Amelia said, walking into a stall and changing in a few seconds. She came out and began to brush her teeth.
"Auntie Hermione said I get to help her out with her classes," Molly said. "She teaches Potions."
"Dat's cool," Amelia said, spitting in the sink.
"You'll be able to see the castle in five minutes or so," Hermione said, popping her head in.
"Ooh!" Molly squealed. "C'mon!" and she grabbed Amelia's hand. Amelia let out a little shriek as Molly dragged her away from the bathroom in mid- brush.
"Whoa," Amelia said, her jaw dropping when the castle came in view.
"Pretty," Molly gaped. They pulled up to the entrance, and Hermione dragged them out.
~*~
"That's Professor Sprout," Hermione said, pointing out the teachers at breakfast. "She teaches Herbology. Professor McGonagall, she teaches Transfiguration. Professor Vector teaches Arithmancy, Professor Chang teaches Astronomy. That's Professor Hagrid, who teaches Care of Magical Creatures. Professor Lavender, she'll be teaching Defense Against Dark Arts. And, that's Professor Dumbledore."
"What does he teach?" Amelia asked, remembering him from the Ministry.
"He's the Headmaster," Hermione said.
"Oh."
"Auntie Hermione!" Molly said, tugging on the sleeve of her robe. "Can you teach me how to fly a broom now? Please? Please? Please? AH!" she screamed as the post flew in, although it was only about twenty owls.
One owl dropped a letter on Amelia's head, Hermione received a letter, as did many of the other staff. But, Molly got a letter, and then a very long package. She ripped open the letter, and read it. Then, she ripped open the package. It was a broomstick labeled, "Firebolt 6." An identical package flew down and fell onto Amelia's lap, although it was labeled the same.
"Who sent those?" Hermione asked, while several of the teachers admired the brooms.
"Auntie Ginny," Molly said. "I told her that you said you were going to teach me how to fly last time she visited, a week after Amelia came." Another owl flew down and dropped a package on Molly's lap, she tore that open. "Ooh! Daddy sent a letter!" and it was an adorable singing card, and a little butterfly pin. "Can we go and try to fly now, Auntie Hermione? Can we? Please?"
"Of course," Hermione said. Several teachers followed them out to the Quidditch pitch to see the performance of the new brooms.
~*~
"Like this?" Molly asked as Hermione showed her how to hold a broom and Amelia copied. Hermione was on the back of the broom, Molly on the front, while Amelia was alone. The two rose in the air, as did Amelia.
"Sayonara!" Amelia called, and flew up higher, practically less than a blur she was going so fast. Usually she was afraid of heights, but this was different, it was like she belonged in the air. Just if she had something to do, not just float there.
"Catch!" Hermione called, and threw a big red ball at Amelia. Amelia caught it, and noticed that several of the professors had grabbed brooms and were now in the air. Flitwick was waving wildly on his broom.
Amelia passed the ball to Flitwick, who sped off towards the big round hoops at one end. "Block it!" Hermione yelled, Molly was cheering.
But, it was too late. Flitwick had thrown the ball through and was doing some sort of victory dance on his broom. Other teachers Hermione hadn't pointed out were on brooms also.
"Oy! Hermione!" another person called that didn't look like a teacher at all. There were actually two people, twins. "Thought we'd drop in!" one of them called.
"Is that a Firebolt 6?" one shouted.
"I think it is, George!" another one said.
"And is that another?" George asked. "I think I might need glasses, Fred. Or the school got new brooms, which is as impossible as Umbridge coming back. "
"I think too," George said. "No . . . they both say Firebolt 6, alright.."
"Uncle Fred!" Molly said, steering her broom down. "Uncle George!"
"Hello, kiddy," Fred said, sweeping Molly up in his arms. George pulled out of his jacket a funny looking hat, popping it on Molly's head. In a few seconds, her head disappeared.
"Hey!" Molly cried. "Not funny!"
"What d' you mean?" George asked.
"My head!"
"Oh," Fred said. George grabbed the hat off and popped the hat back into his pocket.
"Never thought I'd see Flitwick like that," George remarked, watching Flitwick's victory dance.
"We were just dropping by, bringing in a treat," Fred said. "One for Molly," and he pulled out a thin metal tube. "Another for Hermione," and he pulled out a tiny gold locket. "And one for the new student you have there that set the giant crabs out," and he pulled out a tiny box of Skiving Snackboxes.
"Gotta go," George said. "We're heading to America, setting up shop there, y' know."
"See ya," and Fred kissed Molly on the nose, and tugged her braid, George following suit. After they left, Molly took off the top of the tube.
Inside was a rose, which began to rotate and change colors. Hermione opened the locket, which began playing what sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Putting the locket in her pocket, Hermione shrunk the Skiving Snackbox and put it in her pocket.
"Why aren't you giving Amelia her treat?" Molly asked.
"Because you're not supposed to have them at school," Hermione said. "You're not supposed to have brooms either . . . good thing that was only when I went to school, they changed that rule a few years ago."
~*~
It was a day before term started, and rain was pouring down heavily. Molly was talking with the paintings, which was actually a very fun pastime. Hermione and Molly were in the library; Hermione was making lesson plans, while Amelia was practicing levitating objects.
"Hermione, can I ask a question?" Amelia asked absentmindedly, making two cushions from empty armchairs attack each other.
"Sure," Hermione said, who was scratching away with her quill.
"Whose Molly's mom?"
Hermione stopped writing and looked up, "Pardon me?"
"Who is Molly's mother?" Amelia said. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to . . . I was just wondering . . ."
"Oh, that's okay," Hermione said, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a picture of a young woman with wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes; it was a Muggle picture.
"Was she a witch?" Amelia blurted.
"Yeah," Hermione said. " This was Harry's wife, Cassidy Dumbledore. So, there's your answer," Hermione said with a sad and annoyed tone in her voice.
"Well, why isn't she here now? Is she related to Professor Dumbledore?" Amelia blurted again.
"Yes, she is related. She died," Hermione said. "A Death Eater killed her. Good person, Cassidy. During our sixth and seventh year, her and Harry were dating, and we went to kill Voldemort once and for all. Couldn't have done it without her, fought off all the Death Eaters while we went forward . . ." Hermione started crying.
"I didn't mean to make you cry - "
"No, that's okay," Hermione sniffed. "She was just a good friend of mine. Very good actually, we probably wouldn't have won without her . . . "
::Flashback to Hermione's Seventh Year::
They entered the damp tunnel, looking around slowly. "I'll hold off the Death Eaters back here," Cassidy said.
"Are you sure you can hold them off?" Harry asked Cassidy.
"Of course I can," Cassidy said as Harry kissed her forehead.
"Incase one of us . . ." Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny box. Inside was a thin blue ring, which he slipped on her finger, "So you can remember me."
"I didn't bring anything for you," Cassidy said. "Being a life and death situation," she unfastened her necklace, which had a ruby and gold heart on it, she tied it onto his neck. "If I die, promise you'll tell everybody I went out bravely, right?"
"Right," Harry said, and kissed her again. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"
"Yeah," Cassidy said, rolling her eyes. "I've got more power than you can imagine, Harry. My grandpa is Dumbledore."
"Right," Harry said.
"C'mon!" Ron said, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him away. A few minutes later, they heard several shouts of spells and loud flashes from the entrance while they battled another wave of Death Eaters, although nobody else new came in.
When Harry came back, Cassidy had fainted, her wand held tight in her hand. Besides the fact that Harry himself was practically dead, he picked her up and never let go of her.
"Is he dead?" Cassidy asked as they walked. "Did you kill him?"
"Yeah," Harry whispered in her ear.
"Good," Cassidy said, grinning.
"Oh, by the way," Harry said. "That was an engagement ring I gave you."
Cassidy grinned wildly, "Cassidy Potter, I love it."
::End of Flashback::
" . . . they practically died for each other, y' know," Hermione said. "Dumbledore was straight out mad too. You don't want to see Dumbledore mad, seriously."
"Why was he mad?" Amelia asked.
"Because Cassidy was Dumbledore's flesh and blood, and Dumbledore never agreed to the idea of Harry and Cassidy in the first place. Still dreads the idea too, thinks it's Harry's fault that she's dead," Hermione said, wiping her eye.
"Why?" Amelia asked.
"Because that Death Eater killed Cassidy because she killed another Death Eater, and the only reason she was there was because Harry needed her," Hermione said, and began to pack things away. "Maybe you should go to bed now, g' night."
~*~ End of Chapter Five ~*~
A/N: No reviews for chapter four :( Now that you know who Molly's mom is, I started a prequel, about Harry's sixth year. It should be out after I finish this story, or when I feel like I've written enough chapters, one of the two.
