I've made my decision about whether or not Harry will continue to teach,
you will have to read to find out, I have through chapter 35 written, in
chapter five his decision happens. Thanks reviewers, you've helped me
confirm my decision is the right one.
Thanks to usha88(), I think, for inspiring the lessons.
-ears91
Chapter 32-New Lessons
Since Harry's letters to Sirius and Remus he'd been corresponding with Remus about what to do in class. He decided they'd work on some muggle myths, to see if there fact or fiction. Each group of years would do something different.
In class with the 1&2 years
"So have all of you heard of the Boogie man?" They all nodded a yes. "Does anyone know if it's real or a myth?" The class shook it's head no. "When the boogie mans around what does it look like?" More shakes of heads. "When you think it's around does it look like this?" He shut off the lights and closed the drapes. "Does that shadow look like the Boogie man?" "Yes," they all screamed. "Lumos," he lit up the spot, "There's nothing there, do you know why?" Another shaking of heads no. "Because all it was is shadows and your imagination. Now for homework, write about another muggle mythological creature or myth." The bell rang and they left in darkness. When they were gone, Harry waved his wand and put the lights back on preparing for his next class. Class with the 3&4 years "Hello class," "Hello Professor Potter." "Have all of you heard of the Lochness Monster?" "Yes," most of them replied. "Have any of you been to Lochness to see it?" A few "No's." "Is it real Professor?" one asked. "Yes, it's real, it's a type of dragon, I'm sure if you asked Professor Hagrid, he'd tell you more about them." "What's in the tank, Professor?" "A type of Lochness monster, just much smaller then the one in Scotland," he pulled the sheet away. The class was in awe of the beautiful green water dragon. The class observed the 'Lochness monster' for the rest of class, amazed at it. Before the bell, Harry said. "For homework, I'd like you to research a monster of your choice, but the requirement is it must be considered mythical in the muggle world. The bell rang, the class left.
Class with the 5&6 years
"You all know of vampires, right?" Everyone nodded. "Good, are they real?" Some said yes, others said no. "Well, they are real, but like to stay away from the general population, for obvious reasons." "Vampires are not as muggles portray them, though they are bloodthirsty, they do not go around in plastic capes, like muggle children on Halloween, or like muggle vampire movies. However they do stay in the dark, don't have a reflection, and sufficed by the blood of animals. "You can only become a vampire by being bitten or by having vampire parents, with that background. We're now going to watch a muggle movie portraying vampires. Dumbledore set this up so if you see him, thank him, here goes." They watched the movie, they stopped it before the bell. "We'll finish next week, for homework I'd like your response to the movie, and to research, a creature that muggles portray in movies, have a nice day." The bell rang, the class left. Class with the 7th years "Good afternoon class." "Good afternoon Professor Potter," the Grryifindors answered. "Today we will start a new topic, The Unforgivable Curses, I know what you are all thinking, Barty Crouch taught us them in fourth year, and put us under them, but none of you had Voldemort," most of the class shuddered. "Put them on you. Some of your parents may have put them on you, or something similar?" Many of the Slytherens shuddered. "Avadra Kedavra, the killing curse, was put on me when I was a year old as all of you know, leaving me with no parents, and a scar on my forehead. As you know now, Voldemort has several muggles comparable to him, and the Deatheaters are comparable to their Henchmen." Malfoy nodded at this. "Have any of you ever been put under a unforgivable by anyone other then Crouch?" Several Slytherns nodded their heads, including Malfoy. Then Harry told of how the Dementors affected him, what he saw under there influence, this lasted until almost the end of class. He assigned reading on the curses, and a response to what they've learned today. The bell rang, the class left. Harry had a great week, the trip to Hogsmeade, and the ball had worked wonders, or so it seems thus far.
Chapter 33
Hermione noticed more then anyone else how agitated, and quick to bite someone's head off, Harry started to become after that wonderful week, where he seemed to be doing fine, now he'd started to be more and more hostile, but Hermione also noticed he got between one and three hours of sleep, not a good thing for someone with so much pressure and stress, plus he stopped eating, again, relying heavily on anything with Cafiene instead, meaning he had a very short fuse. Ron and Lavender tried to avoid Harry as much as possible, Hermione even spent more time in the library, rather then as she had been most of the year, in the common room. She kept Sirius up to date on Harry and everything else. Ron was also owling him letters, which were quite disturbing, the way Harry was acting.
Harry started to spend more and more time alone, even if his friends wanted to see him they couldn't, because he was always hiding out somewhere. He stopped going to the Great Hall, just stopping grabbing a bit, then dashing out, staying in the common room or his classroom, sometimes in his room, but usually in his class or the common room taking up whole tables with parchments, books, quills, charts, and anything he might need. He wrote to Sirius less and less, maybe once a week, if not at all. And at Quidditch practices the team was so wary of setting him off, they practiced in silence, doing whatever he said without question, too afraid he'd go insane. He seemed to be halfway if not more so. They all came to the conclusion it was because of the teaching he was like this, he'd always been fine before, even with Voldemort after him.
Through all of this everyone noticed, even Snape dared not provoke Harry. Everyone was wondering, but also had an idea why he was like this. Harry was having more and more trouble, having to write out four exams, do homework, study for his exams, read his books, grade papers, and somehow find an hour to sleep, many days he went to sleep at four or five. All of the above were only half his problem, he had much on his mind besides this, and he felt so bad snapping at his friends especially, Hermione. He was sinking deeper and deeper into a depression, which he couldn't seem to avoid.
Then one day Dumbledore called him to his office. "Mr. Potter, what is wrong with you?" "Nothing, Nothing." "You are looking terrible, and snap at the slightest things, why?" "I don't know?" "Are you eating, sleeping, is something else the matter?" "No, there's nothing wrong with me, just leave me alone," Harry snapped. "Mr. Potter, you do not snap at the headmaster, or a teacher. But I do understand there is something wrong, so I will not punish you, you need to cool off and relax." "I can't." "Why?" "I don't know, I just can't." "You are excused, go back to class.
Harry wandered back to Transfiguration, thinking of what Dumbledore had said, Harry knew what was wrong, why he couldn't sleep, why he was miserable, why he was hostile, besides the fact he never got any sleep, he had the same thing nagging at his mind, along with everything else demanding all of his attention. Was there any way out, anyway to go to how it was before? When he was just doing what everyone else in his year was doing and playing Quidditch, Yes there was a way but that will only be my last resort. He knew he needed to tell someone what his problem was, but he couldn't, he was scared, what if they told, my problems are there is two much on my plate, and I like my best friend, but can I really tell her? No, because I'm teaching her. How wonderful. He knew he was allowed to date, but he also knew he'd be frowned upon for dating, because even though she's brilliant, they'd question my every action, grade given to her. I promised myself I'd tell her by Christmas, but teaching has ruined that, is there any way I can tell, but still not be questioned on my every move? Yes, there is a way, but would it be a good decision, for my health, yes, for my sanity, yes, for my happiness, yes, for my mind? At least I'd have peace of mind, and would be able to think clearly, rather then going around as in a fog as I have been since mid-September, except for brief disappearances of that fog. If I can't stay awake, and not flip out, I'll do it, but if I can hold all in. I won't, am I making any sense? I don't know? Nothing makes sense anymore. He got back to Transfiguration and sat next to Hermione, who gave him an odd, questioning, concerned sort of look. She wondered 'why is he being this way? So distant, so hostile, did I do something wrong? Did someone hurt him in some way? Is he hurting himself? He has to be he doesn't eat or sleep, much anyway. He can't keep destroying himself, I have to break down the barricade and help him, keep his sanity and my own.' They were working on transfiguring rocks into turtles. Harry somehow managed to send his through the window. "Mr. Potter!" He just scowled, and repaired the window, after getting his rock to come back, wingardium leviosa. Hermione didn't have much trouble, excepct by the fact she was preoccuoied, so it took her a bit, but she still got it before everyone else. After getting his rock back, Harry easily turned it into a turtle, then sat down and stared into space, wow his first free moment in forever. Hermione was sitting next to him watching him, wondering 'what is the matter with him, why is he so troubled?' After class everyone, but Harry went to lunch, he went to the common room. Hermione noticed he wasn't there, so she wrapped up some food, told Ron and Lavender, where she was going, "Good Luck," they told her and she went up to the common room. She went into the room, and cautiously approached him, "Harry, do you want some lunch?" His gaze softened upon seeing her. "You have to eat something, you can't just starve yourself and live off caffeine." She gave him the food and they ate. "Thanks Hermione," and he smiled at her for first time in what seemed like months, even though it was probably only a few weeks. "Your welcome," and she threw her arms around him and hugged him, "I just want you to be alright, Harry." He was somewhat startled, but understood, she cared about him, 'Why wouldn't she, we've only been best friends for almost seven years, but does she feel the same way about me as I about her? That's what I'm afraid of, that's what's eating me up, on top of everything, else.' He just sat there and hugged her back, "Hermione I would love to stay like this, but we have class," she kissed him on the cheek, 'This is the most responsive he's been in months,' she thought, and the two walked together to their next class feeling better, at least for now, Harry seriously lacking sleep. Hermione hoping her friend would pull himself out of the rut, he'd been digging himself in.
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Chapter 32-New Lessons
Since Harry's letters to Sirius and Remus he'd been corresponding with Remus about what to do in class. He decided they'd work on some muggle myths, to see if there fact or fiction. Each group of years would do something different.
In class with the 1&2 years
"So have all of you heard of the Boogie man?" They all nodded a yes. "Does anyone know if it's real or a myth?" The class shook it's head no. "When the boogie mans around what does it look like?" More shakes of heads. "When you think it's around does it look like this?" He shut off the lights and closed the drapes. "Does that shadow look like the Boogie man?" "Yes," they all screamed. "Lumos," he lit up the spot, "There's nothing there, do you know why?" Another shaking of heads no. "Because all it was is shadows and your imagination. Now for homework, write about another muggle mythological creature or myth." The bell rang and they left in darkness. When they were gone, Harry waved his wand and put the lights back on preparing for his next class. Class with the 3&4 years "Hello class," "Hello Professor Potter." "Have all of you heard of the Lochness Monster?" "Yes," most of them replied. "Have any of you been to Lochness to see it?" A few "No's." "Is it real Professor?" one asked. "Yes, it's real, it's a type of dragon, I'm sure if you asked Professor Hagrid, he'd tell you more about them." "What's in the tank, Professor?" "A type of Lochness monster, just much smaller then the one in Scotland," he pulled the sheet away. The class was in awe of the beautiful green water dragon. The class observed the 'Lochness monster' for the rest of class, amazed at it. Before the bell, Harry said. "For homework, I'd like you to research a monster of your choice, but the requirement is it must be considered mythical in the muggle world. The bell rang, the class left.
Class with the 5&6 years
"You all know of vampires, right?" Everyone nodded. "Good, are they real?" Some said yes, others said no. "Well, they are real, but like to stay away from the general population, for obvious reasons." "Vampires are not as muggles portray them, though they are bloodthirsty, they do not go around in plastic capes, like muggle children on Halloween, or like muggle vampire movies. However they do stay in the dark, don't have a reflection, and sufficed by the blood of animals. "You can only become a vampire by being bitten or by having vampire parents, with that background. We're now going to watch a muggle movie portraying vampires. Dumbledore set this up so if you see him, thank him, here goes." They watched the movie, they stopped it before the bell. "We'll finish next week, for homework I'd like your response to the movie, and to research, a creature that muggles portray in movies, have a nice day." The bell rang, the class left. Class with the 7th years "Good afternoon class." "Good afternoon Professor Potter," the Grryifindors answered. "Today we will start a new topic, The Unforgivable Curses, I know what you are all thinking, Barty Crouch taught us them in fourth year, and put us under them, but none of you had Voldemort," most of the class shuddered. "Put them on you. Some of your parents may have put them on you, or something similar?" Many of the Slytherens shuddered. "Avadra Kedavra, the killing curse, was put on me when I was a year old as all of you know, leaving me with no parents, and a scar on my forehead. As you know now, Voldemort has several muggles comparable to him, and the Deatheaters are comparable to their Henchmen." Malfoy nodded at this. "Have any of you ever been put under a unforgivable by anyone other then Crouch?" Several Slytherns nodded their heads, including Malfoy. Then Harry told of how the Dementors affected him, what he saw under there influence, this lasted until almost the end of class. He assigned reading on the curses, and a response to what they've learned today. The bell rang, the class left. Harry had a great week, the trip to Hogsmeade, and the ball had worked wonders, or so it seems thus far.
Chapter 33
Hermione noticed more then anyone else how agitated, and quick to bite someone's head off, Harry started to become after that wonderful week, where he seemed to be doing fine, now he'd started to be more and more hostile, but Hermione also noticed he got between one and three hours of sleep, not a good thing for someone with so much pressure and stress, plus he stopped eating, again, relying heavily on anything with Cafiene instead, meaning he had a very short fuse. Ron and Lavender tried to avoid Harry as much as possible, Hermione even spent more time in the library, rather then as she had been most of the year, in the common room. She kept Sirius up to date on Harry and everything else. Ron was also owling him letters, which were quite disturbing, the way Harry was acting.
Harry started to spend more and more time alone, even if his friends wanted to see him they couldn't, because he was always hiding out somewhere. He stopped going to the Great Hall, just stopping grabbing a bit, then dashing out, staying in the common room or his classroom, sometimes in his room, but usually in his class or the common room taking up whole tables with parchments, books, quills, charts, and anything he might need. He wrote to Sirius less and less, maybe once a week, if not at all. And at Quidditch practices the team was so wary of setting him off, they practiced in silence, doing whatever he said without question, too afraid he'd go insane. He seemed to be halfway if not more so. They all came to the conclusion it was because of the teaching he was like this, he'd always been fine before, even with Voldemort after him.
Through all of this everyone noticed, even Snape dared not provoke Harry. Everyone was wondering, but also had an idea why he was like this. Harry was having more and more trouble, having to write out four exams, do homework, study for his exams, read his books, grade papers, and somehow find an hour to sleep, many days he went to sleep at four or five. All of the above were only half his problem, he had much on his mind besides this, and he felt so bad snapping at his friends especially, Hermione. He was sinking deeper and deeper into a depression, which he couldn't seem to avoid.
Then one day Dumbledore called him to his office. "Mr. Potter, what is wrong with you?" "Nothing, Nothing." "You are looking terrible, and snap at the slightest things, why?" "I don't know?" "Are you eating, sleeping, is something else the matter?" "No, there's nothing wrong with me, just leave me alone," Harry snapped. "Mr. Potter, you do not snap at the headmaster, or a teacher. But I do understand there is something wrong, so I will not punish you, you need to cool off and relax." "I can't." "Why?" "I don't know, I just can't." "You are excused, go back to class.
Harry wandered back to Transfiguration, thinking of what Dumbledore had said, Harry knew what was wrong, why he couldn't sleep, why he was miserable, why he was hostile, besides the fact he never got any sleep, he had the same thing nagging at his mind, along with everything else demanding all of his attention. Was there any way out, anyway to go to how it was before? When he was just doing what everyone else in his year was doing and playing Quidditch, Yes there was a way but that will only be my last resort. He knew he needed to tell someone what his problem was, but he couldn't, he was scared, what if they told, my problems are there is two much on my plate, and I like my best friend, but can I really tell her? No, because I'm teaching her. How wonderful. He knew he was allowed to date, but he also knew he'd be frowned upon for dating, because even though she's brilliant, they'd question my every action, grade given to her. I promised myself I'd tell her by Christmas, but teaching has ruined that, is there any way I can tell, but still not be questioned on my every move? Yes, there is a way, but would it be a good decision, for my health, yes, for my sanity, yes, for my happiness, yes, for my mind? At least I'd have peace of mind, and would be able to think clearly, rather then going around as in a fog as I have been since mid-September, except for brief disappearances of that fog. If I can't stay awake, and not flip out, I'll do it, but if I can hold all in. I won't, am I making any sense? I don't know? Nothing makes sense anymore. He got back to Transfiguration and sat next to Hermione, who gave him an odd, questioning, concerned sort of look. She wondered 'why is he being this way? So distant, so hostile, did I do something wrong? Did someone hurt him in some way? Is he hurting himself? He has to be he doesn't eat or sleep, much anyway. He can't keep destroying himself, I have to break down the barricade and help him, keep his sanity and my own.' They were working on transfiguring rocks into turtles. Harry somehow managed to send his through the window. "Mr. Potter!" He just scowled, and repaired the window, after getting his rock to come back, wingardium leviosa. Hermione didn't have much trouble, excepct by the fact she was preoccuoied, so it took her a bit, but she still got it before everyone else. After getting his rock back, Harry easily turned it into a turtle, then sat down and stared into space, wow his first free moment in forever. Hermione was sitting next to him watching him, wondering 'what is the matter with him, why is he so troubled?' After class everyone, but Harry went to lunch, he went to the common room. Hermione noticed he wasn't there, so she wrapped up some food, told Ron and Lavender, where she was going, "Good Luck," they told her and she went up to the common room. She went into the room, and cautiously approached him, "Harry, do you want some lunch?" His gaze softened upon seeing her. "You have to eat something, you can't just starve yourself and live off caffeine." She gave him the food and they ate. "Thanks Hermione," and he smiled at her for first time in what seemed like months, even though it was probably only a few weeks. "Your welcome," and she threw her arms around him and hugged him, "I just want you to be alright, Harry." He was somewhat startled, but understood, she cared about him, 'Why wouldn't she, we've only been best friends for almost seven years, but does she feel the same way about me as I about her? That's what I'm afraid of, that's what's eating me up, on top of everything, else.' He just sat there and hugged her back, "Hermione I would love to stay like this, but we have class," she kissed him on the cheek, 'This is the most responsive he's been in months,' she thought, and the two walked together to their next class feeling better, at least for now, Harry seriously lacking sleep. Hermione hoping her friend would pull himself out of the rut, he'd been digging himself in.
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