I don't own any of these characters or places except for Professor
Depardieu. Also, I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes. I did read it through
twice but I'm still not sure.
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Hermione came running through the barrier between Kings Cross and platform nine and three quarters closely followed by Ron, Harry and Ginny. They were extremely late and the train would leave in three minutes.
'Come on!' Hermione squealed and she dragged her luggage over to a free compartment.
Harry stood looking at the train. Back to school already.
*
By the time they reached Hogwarts, Ron was so hungry that he began to chew on a very old sweetie he had found in a pocket. He complained all the way through the sorting,
'Hurry up. Stupid first years. Why can't they just shove them into any old house? I'm wasting away here.'
Hermione shot him a look that said, shut the hell up or you'll feel a kick where it hurts.
When the sorting ended, Dumbledore stood up, cleared his throat and began a small speech,
'Welcome first years! I can see by the look on most of your faces that you are utterly starving so I shan't be too long.'
Ron muttered something but it was too quiet for any one to hear.
'Firstly, for those of you who do not already know, the forbidden forest is - well it's forbidden. Secondly can we please welcome our new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Depardieu.'
He pointed to a young man sitting a few seats away. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at him. They hadn't even noticed him yet. In fact, it hadn't occurred to them that a new teacher was needed. He was very young; he looked as if he'd only just left school. He had dark hair, deep brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. A couple of girls around the room giggled. Hermione stuck up her nose at this. He was handsome but students shouldn't think about teachers like that. Dumbledore continued,
'Professor Depardieu, has come over from France to fill the position. I hope you will all make him very welcome. And now, the feast!'
'FINALLY!' said Ron, a little louder than he'd meant to. A couple of people stared at him. 'What? You'd be pleased too if you were this hungry!'
The food appeared on their plates, and Ron ate.
*
The next day at breakfast, the three of them sat discussing their timetables.
'Oh just what I need. Double potions, first thing on the first day.' complained Ron.
'Yes, but after that we have defence against the dark arts.' added Harry 'We'll have a chance to see if the new guy is better than any of the other idiots we've had.'
'Well,' Hermione began 'He looks like a very good teacher.' Ron eyed her suspiciously. 'Don't tell me you fancy him too. I had to put up with enough of Ginny's drooling last night. He's a teacher for pity's sake! And I don't see what's so special about him. He might have a charming smile but he's not much of a looker.' His ears turned slightly pink.
'Of course I don't fancy him! I've never even spoken to him and like you said, he's a teacher.'
'Didn't stop you fancying Lockhart.'
'I didn't-'
'Look you two.' Harry butted in 'It's only the first day and your at it already. So just shut up or sod off.'
'Sorry.'
'Sorry.'
A few hours later, the sixth year Gryfindors were lined up outside the defence against the dark arts class room. Lavender and Parvati were checking their hair in a small mirror. Hermione rolled her eyes at them. 'Honestly.' After a few minutes, Ron started complaining again.
'He can't be that good a teacher if he's late on his first day. What is he doing in there?'
His question was answered as soon as it had been asked. The classroom door creaked open and Professor Depardieu stood in the entrance smiling.
'So sorry I'm a bit late. But I had to set up today's equipment.'
He pointed to the centre of the room. The desks had been pushed away to the walls and in their place was a large cage, covered in rubber, that contained a small hairy beast. It looked a bit like a deranged monkey. It had fangs and yellow eyes and was running in circles trying to chase its short stubby tail. The class wandered in, transfixed with the strange creature that stood before them.
'Just put your bags on the desks.' Professor Depardieu said. He spoke perfect English and had hardly a trace of a French accent.
The class did as he said and put their bags down.
'Today we will be studying this astonishing and rare creature.'
The monkey thing was now shaking at the bars of it's cage.
'This is a, well.can anybody tell me what it is?'
The class turned their heads in unison towards Hermione, whose hand was of course, in the air.
'Yes?'
'It's a Fleegol. They are very rare and only live in the remotest parts of the Amazon.'
'Well done! Five points to Gryfindor. Yes, this is a Fleegol. They are indeed very rare now because their home is being destroyed. They live in the trees and since so many trees are being chopped, they have not had time to adapt to their diminishing environment. What's special about these creatures is that they have a brilliant defence system. If they feel provoked or in danger they send out an electric shock through their eyes, which will leave the attacker unconscious on the floor with his hair on end. Attacking these creatures with magic is normally no use because their hair is so course and greasy, that it reflects any legal spell. Now, depending on the size of the Fleegol, they can give you a shock anywhere from as mild as a few volts to something as powerful as a thunderbolt. There is obliviously no real threat to you, seeing as they live on the other side of the world but I would like to spend one lesson on them all the same. This little guy is only a baby but he can still give you a nasty blow. We're safe as long as he's behind the rubber. Now get your wands ready, and we will practise the spell.'
The class got out their wands and watched their teacher closely. He held his wand out and said,
'The secret to this is in the arm movement. Get it right, and you will form a protective bubble around you. Get it wrong and your toast. Repeat after me, eletrart.'
'Eletrart.' Voiced the class.
'Very good. Now watch the movement my arm makes and try to copy it exactly. Eletrat!'
He shouted the word and moved his arm down, then to the left then up and round. Instantly he was covered in a sort of golden bubble that shimmered in the daylight.
'Now you try.'
'Eletrart!' the class said again. A few sparks shot out of some wands but none of them managed the golden bubble - except Hermione.
Professor Depardieu walked over to her and said 'Name?'
'Hermione Granger' she said quietly.
'Right class! If Miss Granger can do it then the rest of you will be able to too.'
A few murmurs buzzed around the room as if to say 'Yeah, sure.'
'I want to see you all try it again.'
So they did. They tried again and again.
'Help Hermione.' said Harry.
'You need to make your arm movements more elaborate. Like this see.' She showed him.
He tried it again and a shiny gold bubble suddenly encircled him.
'Brilliant!' cried Professor Depardieu 'and what is your name?'
'Harry Potter' he replied with no enthusiasm.
'Ah.' and he walked off to try and help Neville.
After another five minutes of endless wand waving, Professor Depardieu called the class to the end of the room where his desk stood.
'I'm now going to give a few of you the chance to have a one on one with the Fleegol. The rest of us will stay on this rubber carpet.' He nodded to a rolled up sheet of rubber. 'Any takers?'
The few people who had managed to work the protective bubble shifted slightly towards the back of the crowd. No one raised their hand.
'Oh come on! Please, somebody have a go. How about you miss Granger?'
Hermione went a little red. But then Professor Depardieu smiled at her and promised he wouldn't let any harm come to her so she agreed to try it first. She stepped into the middle of the room while the rest of the class rolled out the rubber and took off their shoes.
'You ready?' asked Professor Depardieu
Hermione nodded and he unlocked the cage with his wand. Instantly, the Fleegol jumped out and looked at Hermione. She lifted her wand arm to start the spell but as soon as she did, the beast's eyes started to glow. She rushed the words to get the bubble working in time but a small amount of the electricity still managed to touch her and she felt the static lift her hair up.
Professor Depardieu (fully protected of course) got out a broom and started poking the creature back into its cage.
'Very good Miss Granger! Are you alright?'
She nodded as she tried desperately to flatten her hair and he winked at her. She went to join the rest of the class quickly so he couldn't see her blushing.
Before the end of the lesson most students had managed the spell and had a go with the Fleegol.
'Well, he seems ok. Better than that stinking Umbridge cow. But did he have to give us homework?' remarked Harry was they left and went to the library - Hermione wanted a book.
'He's the best defence teacher we've ever had! Apart from Lupin of course.' She added quickly when Harry glared at her.
Ron opened his mouth to add a snide remark but Harry glared at him too so he shut it quickly.
As they walked through the main hall they passed Cho and her mates. Hermione looked at Harry but if he'd felt anything he didn't show it.
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Hermione came running through the barrier between Kings Cross and platform nine and three quarters closely followed by Ron, Harry and Ginny. They were extremely late and the train would leave in three minutes.
'Come on!' Hermione squealed and she dragged her luggage over to a free compartment.
Harry stood looking at the train. Back to school already.
*
By the time they reached Hogwarts, Ron was so hungry that he began to chew on a very old sweetie he had found in a pocket. He complained all the way through the sorting,
'Hurry up. Stupid first years. Why can't they just shove them into any old house? I'm wasting away here.'
Hermione shot him a look that said, shut the hell up or you'll feel a kick where it hurts.
When the sorting ended, Dumbledore stood up, cleared his throat and began a small speech,
'Welcome first years! I can see by the look on most of your faces that you are utterly starving so I shan't be too long.'
Ron muttered something but it was too quiet for any one to hear.
'Firstly, for those of you who do not already know, the forbidden forest is - well it's forbidden. Secondly can we please welcome our new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Depardieu.'
He pointed to a young man sitting a few seats away. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at him. They hadn't even noticed him yet. In fact, it hadn't occurred to them that a new teacher was needed. He was very young; he looked as if he'd only just left school. He had dark hair, deep brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. A couple of girls around the room giggled. Hermione stuck up her nose at this. He was handsome but students shouldn't think about teachers like that. Dumbledore continued,
'Professor Depardieu, has come over from France to fill the position. I hope you will all make him very welcome. And now, the feast!'
'FINALLY!' said Ron, a little louder than he'd meant to. A couple of people stared at him. 'What? You'd be pleased too if you were this hungry!'
The food appeared on their plates, and Ron ate.
*
The next day at breakfast, the three of them sat discussing their timetables.
'Oh just what I need. Double potions, first thing on the first day.' complained Ron.
'Yes, but after that we have defence against the dark arts.' added Harry 'We'll have a chance to see if the new guy is better than any of the other idiots we've had.'
'Well,' Hermione began 'He looks like a very good teacher.' Ron eyed her suspiciously. 'Don't tell me you fancy him too. I had to put up with enough of Ginny's drooling last night. He's a teacher for pity's sake! And I don't see what's so special about him. He might have a charming smile but he's not much of a looker.' His ears turned slightly pink.
'Of course I don't fancy him! I've never even spoken to him and like you said, he's a teacher.'
'Didn't stop you fancying Lockhart.'
'I didn't-'
'Look you two.' Harry butted in 'It's only the first day and your at it already. So just shut up or sod off.'
'Sorry.'
'Sorry.'
A few hours later, the sixth year Gryfindors were lined up outside the defence against the dark arts class room. Lavender and Parvati were checking their hair in a small mirror. Hermione rolled her eyes at them. 'Honestly.' After a few minutes, Ron started complaining again.
'He can't be that good a teacher if he's late on his first day. What is he doing in there?'
His question was answered as soon as it had been asked. The classroom door creaked open and Professor Depardieu stood in the entrance smiling.
'So sorry I'm a bit late. But I had to set up today's equipment.'
He pointed to the centre of the room. The desks had been pushed away to the walls and in their place was a large cage, covered in rubber, that contained a small hairy beast. It looked a bit like a deranged monkey. It had fangs and yellow eyes and was running in circles trying to chase its short stubby tail. The class wandered in, transfixed with the strange creature that stood before them.
'Just put your bags on the desks.' Professor Depardieu said. He spoke perfect English and had hardly a trace of a French accent.
The class did as he said and put their bags down.
'Today we will be studying this astonishing and rare creature.'
The monkey thing was now shaking at the bars of it's cage.
'This is a, well.can anybody tell me what it is?'
The class turned their heads in unison towards Hermione, whose hand was of course, in the air.
'Yes?'
'It's a Fleegol. They are very rare and only live in the remotest parts of the Amazon.'
'Well done! Five points to Gryfindor. Yes, this is a Fleegol. They are indeed very rare now because their home is being destroyed. They live in the trees and since so many trees are being chopped, they have not had time to adapt to their diminishing environment. What's special about these creatures is that they have a brilliant defence system. If they feel provoked or in danger they send out an electric shock through their eyes, which will leave the attacker unconscious on the floor with his hair on end. Attacking these creatures with magic is normally no use because their hair is so course and greasy, that it reflects any legal spell. Now, depending on the size of the Fleegol, they can give you a shock anywhere from as mild as a few volts to something as powerful as a thunderbolt. There is obliviously no real threat to you, seeing as they live on the other side of the world but I would like to spend one lesson on them all the same. This little guy is only a baby but he can still give you a nasty blow. We're safe as long as he's behind the rubber. Now get your wands ready, and we will practise the spell.'
The class got out their wands and watched their teacher closely. He held his wand out and said,
'The secret to this is in the arm movement. Get it right, and you will form a protective bubble around you. Get it wrong and your toast. Repeat after me, eletrart.'
'Eletrart.' Voiced the class.
'Very good. Now watch the movement my arm makes and try to copy it exactly. Eletrat!'
He shouted the word and moved his arm down, then to the left then up and round. Instantly he was covered in a sort of golden bubble that shimmered in the daylight.
'Now you try.'
'Eletrart!' the class said again. A few sparks shot out of some wands but none of them managed the golden bubble - except Hermione.
Professor Depardieu walked over to her and said 'Name?'
'Hermione Granger' she said quietly.
'Right class! If Miss Granger can do it then the rest of you will be able to too.'
A few murmurs buzzed around the room as if to say 'Yeah, sure.'
'I want to see you all try it again.'
So they did. They tried again and again.
'Help Hermione.' said Harry.
'You need to make your arm movements more elaborate. Like this see.' She showed him.
He tried it again and a shiny gold bubble suddenly encircled him.
'Brilliant!' cried Professor Depardieu 'and what is your name?'
'Harry Potter' he replied with no enthusiasm.
'Ah.' and he walked off to try and help Neville.
After another five minutes of endless wand waving, Professor Depardieu called the class to the end of the room where his desk stood.
'I'm now going to give a few of you the chance to have a one on one with the Fleegol. The rest of us will stay on this rubber carpet.' He nodded to a rolled up sheet of rubber. 'Any takers?'
The few people who had managed to work the protective bubble shifted slightly towards the back of the crowd. No one raised their hand.
'Oh come on! Please, somebody have a go. How about you miss Granger?'
Hermione went a little red. But then Professor Depardieu smiled at her and promised he wouldn't let any harm come to her so she agreed to try it first. She stepped into the middle of the room while the rest of the class rolled out the rubber and took off their shoes.
'You ready?' asked Professor Depardieu
Hermione nodded and he unlocked the cage with his wand. Instantly, the Fleegol jumped out and looked at Hermione. She lifted her wand arm to start the spell but as soon as she did, the beast's eyes started to glow. She rushed the words to get the bubble working in time but a small amount of the electricity still managed to touch her and she felt the static lift her hair up.
Professor Depardieu (fully protected of course) got out a broom and started poking the creature back into its cage.
'Very good Miss Granger! Are you alright?'
She nodded as she tried desperately to flatten her hair and he winked at her. She went to join the rest of the class quickly so he couldn't see her blushing.
Before the end of the lesson most students had managed the spell and had a go with the Fleegol.
'Well, he seems ok. Better than that stinking Umbridge cow. But did he have to give us homework?' remarked Harry was they left and went to the library - Hermione wanted a book.
'He's the best defence teacher we've ever had! Apart from Lupin of course.' She added quickly when Harry glared at her.
Ron opened his mouth to add a snide remark but Harry glared at him too so he shut it quickly.
As they walked through the main hall they passed Cho and her mates. Hermione looked at Harry but if he'd felt anything he didn't show it.