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Authors Note: Ever wonder what chickens do when you're not looking?
-Chapter Sixteen-
Harry ran over to the fallen vampire, quickly followed by Snape, Dumbledore and McGonagall. Luckily Cian had just fainted and nothing else.
"Mayon, you and your stupid entrances." He growled at the Dark Angel who just looked highly amused. "Could you please help me to bring him to his rooms, Professor?" the Pretender continued turning to Snape. The Potion Master took out his wand and levitated the First Vampire out of the Great Hall. "And you," Harry stood up and glared up at Mayon. "Are going to sit with him and make sure that he's alright."
Everyone in the Hall had the pleasure of watching a Dark Angel stutter at being ordered around. Just before the man managed to put himself together, Harry grabbed his ear and started to drag him towards the doors. What surprised them was that Mayon didn't do anything to hurt the Pretender, just mumbled something about 'not the ear, not the ear' and 'pain unbearable'.
"And while you're at it, put Ms Granger in the Hospital Wing." The Dark Angel was released and blew his bangs out of his face, before muttering something about crazy women and heading down the corridor. Harry looked around the room; several students had fainted, others were staring at him with their mouths open and eyes wide as dinner plates. Others again wanted to bolt for the owlery and write to their parents. "I am so sorry about this Professor Dumbledore." He said to the old mage as the man came closer.
"Nothing to worry about, my dear." The old coot actually enjoyed all this! "I'm sure that everything will be back to normal soon enough. Now, off to your classes everyone." The students slowly filed out. "Lily, you wouldn't mind taking over your husbands classes until he wakes up, would you?"
'Better say yes to that question, Harry. Or else the old man will get suspicious.' The voice told him.
'You're right.' Harry replied and smiled charmingly at the other teachers. "I cannot promise anything, but I'll do my best."
McGonagall smiled one of her rare smiles.
"I'll show you the way to the office and classroom, I'm heading that way anyway." The Gryffindor Head of House told him.
Harry smiled gratefully and followed the other woman out of the Great Hall, down several corridors and to the Defence classroom. He had Slytherin and Ravenclaw seventh years first. The Pretender sighed and entered the classroom, feeling everyone's eyes on him. He walked up to the desk and looked at the class.
"Right, as my husband is... um... has fallen down on the job, I'll be taking over his classes. Now, did he tell you what you were supposed to be doing this class?"
"No," a Slytherin replied, "but how do the two of you know a Dark Angel?"
"Yeah, and why did he faint?"
"Doesn't give a good impression of being a good DADA teacher if he faints after meeting a Dark Angel. Imagine what would happen if he met up with the Dark Lord." Several students snickered.
Harry was glaring at the students and tapping his fingers dangerously slow at the desk. The whole class had completely forgotten that he was there, and were debating over the Dark Angel, Voldemort, Cian's ability to teach this class and how hot Lily Joyleaf was.
"...yeah, and Boot said that the Dark Lord..."
Harry stiffened.
'I had almost forgotten about that little traitor from last year. What do we know about him?'
'Lets see,' the voice pretended to think. 'He's a fifth year student... and that's about it.'
'Well, first I know it can't be a Gryffindor, and the Phoenix Agents in Slytherin have kept me exceptionably updated on things in their House. Hufflepuff, well, I don't think we need to go there. That leaves Ravenclaw.'
'It's logical, you know. The Ravenclaws are smart and very pompous. Give them a little finger and they'll take the whole bone.' The voice pointed out.
'A fifth year Ravenclaw male. Who do we know in Ravenclaw that would be a likely candidate to join Voldie?'
'Well, there's Terry Boot. His sister was a Death Eater under Riddle's last rise to power. Actually I think both his parents were too. They've always had a small reputation for being very interested in the Dark Arts; of course, the family says it's only for scientifically reasons.'
'And since when did we believe in that?'
'Since Fudge became Minister.'
'Ok, you've got a point there.' Harry looked at the class. Unlike popular belief Slytherin students had friends in Ravenclaw. Both Houses were smart, tricky and wouldn't say no to power. Right now they were discussing the supposed Light side, the Dark side and the grey colours in between those two. The Pretender cleared his throat once, twice, but no one paid him any attention. 'Ok, I'm getting immensely pissed off over here.'
'Can't blame you.'
Harry decided it was time for revenge and grinned deviously. He used the Element of Earth and let it grow freely in the room. At once strong tendrils wrapped around the students legs, the chairs, desks, the shelves, everything that could be used for climbing. Suddenly a Ravenclaw shrieked and the students discovered what was happening. Slytherins started to try to wriggle free like a snake would, while the Ravenclaws started hexing their captors. But Harry's plants were too fast for them and soon enough only the students heads stuck out of green wrapping.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"I hope there's no bugs in these things!"
"We've never learned anything about these kinds of plants in Herbology."
"Hey, you," a Slytherin called Harry who was calmly going through papers on the desk. "Help us out of this!"
"Why should I?" Harry asked. "With all the knowledge you posses, why do you even bother to take this class? I'm sure that you can figure your own way out." He went back to reading.
"Please help us!" a Ravenclaw girl begged. "Why can't we do anything to this plant? Why haven't we learned about it in Herbology?"
"Well, that is a simple question, Ms Higgins. These aren't normal plants, but the kind an Earth Elemental would use to protect him- or herself. This isn't something you get taught about because there are so few Elementals left; and to tell the truth, there isn't much you can do about your situation."
"How did these things get here?" a Slytherin asked.
"There's a simple answer to that as well, and I'm surprised you haven't guessed it yet." Harry didn't even look at the scared students. "I, Mr Chash, am an Elemental. The rest should be farley easy to guess. Now, as I seem to have gotten your attention at last..." he snapped his fingers and the plants retreated. The students sat down warily and started at him as if he had grown another head. "I'll ask once again, did my husband tell you what you were going to do this class?"
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Lily slumped into her husbands usual place at the Head Table, put her hands on the table and her head on them. Severus, who was sitting on her left, raised a curious eyebrow.
"I have a totally new respect for my teachers." The woman looked up at him. "How in heavens name do you survive day after day with those children?"
"As much as I loathe to admit it, you get used to it," the Potion Master had no idea why he was answering this woman's questions. Usually he would have ignored her completely.
"I highly doubt that."
He smirked.
"Trouble in the classroom?"
"Yes, well, only in the first class. This is the last time I manipulate Theron into anything, especially taking up a teaching position."
"Manipulate?"
"More or less." The woman put some food on her platter and started to eat. "Oh, by the way, I was wondering if you needed to restock your potion ingredients?" Lily continued. When Severus nodded she smiled. "Well, as long as it's a herb or something I can help you. I'm an Earth Elemental." She explained at his raised eyebrow.
Snape's other eyebrow shot into the air.
"Really? And what would you want in return, Mrs Joyleaf?" he asked suspiciously.
"Please, call me Lily; and I don't want anything in return. Just repaying you for taking my husband to his rooms this morning."
Neither of the two had noticed that Dumbledore and McGonagall were watching them with sad eyes.
"Albus, you really don't think that..." Minerva began.
"Unfortunately I do. Lily is an attractive woman after all. Poor Severus, doesn't know what hit him."
"But she's married!"
"I know, and he knows. That's why he keeps it to himself, hidden away in the innermost corner of his conscious. In fact," Albus continued, "I don't think he even knows about it yet."
"Oh dear." The Deputy Headmistress looked back to the chatting pair in time to see the usually emotionless Head of Slytherin House smirk in amusement to something Lily had said. Oh dear indeed.
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Both Cian and Mayon looked up when the door to the vampire's private chambers opened. They relaxed when they saw Lily enter. The Pretender smiled to them and collapsed onto the couch beside Cian.
"Remind me never to manipulate you into another teaching position in the future." As the Pretender spoke the air around the body shimmered and in the end Harry was sitting where Lily sat a couple of seconds earlier.
Cian chuckled.
"That bad?" Mayon asked with a smile.
"Compared to teaching, Voldie doesn't seem too bad." Harry looked at them. "You two sorted out whatever you needed to?" they nodded. "Great! And Mayon, sorry about this morning."
"No need to apologise, my friend; very few people have stood up to me since I was a child. It was refreshing."
"Hmm, you should pay a visit to Snape then if you want something refreshing." Harry smirked. "But right now I need your help with something."
"We're listening."
"Good, now, here's the thing," the two immortals leaned closer as the young man explained his plan. Soon both began to smirk, and in the end the Dark Angel laughed out loud. A dark, devious laugh that would send shivers down even Voldemort's back.
Cian just stared at the young Gryffindor.
"You sure the Hat put you in the right House?" he asked.
"Yes I'm sure!" Harry exclaimed. "Why does everyone ask me that?"
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Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I just had no idea what to write! Please review.
Thanks to:
Ulalei, unknown, Fair Lady Ravenclaw, WolfMoon, AirElemental101, wquad, RJLL, Blind Joker, Lady FoxFire, Rachel A. Prongs, aurora*sky, sadie- IceBlade, smilez, Korinna Myorin, Naia, Lady Phoenix Gryffindor, Corrie, Rogue1615, The Dark Dragon Angel, daemonwolf, chaser, Katy999, Witchmaster, Ambre, SSSRoaB, Phoenix of the Burning Light, bubblegum*girl, Zaeria, Arizosa, Dragonhope, Angel of Sorrow, Sugar Quill, Lukaret, Arianne, coconut-ice agent h/h, Death-Demon Xero, BOB and ( ).
Authors Note: Ever wonder what chickens do when you're not looking?
-Chapter Sixteen-
Harry ran over to the fallen vampire, quickly followed by Snape, Dumbledore and McGonagall. Luckily Cian had just fainted and nothing else.
"Mayon, you and your stupid entrances." He growled at the Dark Angel who just looked highly amused. "Could you please help me to bring him to his rooms, Professor?" the Pretender continued turning to Snape. The Potion Master took out his wand and levitated the First Vampire out of the Great Hall. "And you," Harry stood up and glared up at Mayon. "Are going to sit with him and make sure that he's alright."
Everyone in the Hall had the pleasure of watching a Dark Angel stutter at being ordered around. Just before the man managed to put himself together, Harry grabbed his ear and started to drag him towards the doors. What surprised them was that Mayon didn't do anything to hurt the Pretender, just mumbled something about 'not the ear, not the ear' and 'pain unbearable'.
"And while you're at it, put Ms Granger in the Hospital Wing." The Dark Angel was released and blew his bangs out of his face, before muttering something about crazy women and heading down the corridor. Harry looked around the room; several students had fainted, others were staring at him with their mouths open and eyes wide as dinner plates. Others again wanted to bolt for the owlery and write to their parents. "I am so sorry about this Professor Dumbledore." He said to the old mage as the man came closer.
"Nothing to worry about, my dear." The old coot actually enjoyed all this! "I'm sure that everything will be back to normal soon enough. Now, off to your classes everyone." The students slowly filed out. "Lily, you wouldn't mind taking over your husbands classes until he wakes up, would you?"
'Better say yes to that question, Harry. Or else the old man will get suspicious.' The voice told him.
'You're right.' Harry replied and smiled charmingly at the other teachers. "I cannot promise anything, but I'll do my best."
McGonagall smiled one of her rare smiles.
"I'll show you the way to the office and classroom, I'm heading that way anyway." The Gryffindor Head of House told him.
Harry smiled gratefully and followed the other woman out of the Great Hall, down several corridors and to the Defence classroom. He had Slytherin and Ravenclaw seventh years first. The Pretender sighed and entered the classroom, feeling everyone's eyes on him. He walked up to the desk and looked at the class.
"Right, as my husband is... um... has fallen down on the job, I'll be taking over his classes. Now, did he tell you what you were supposed to be doing this class?"
"No," a Slytherin replied, "but how do the two of you know a Dark Angel?"
"Yeah, and why did he faint?"
"Doesn't give a good impression of being a good DADA teacher if he faints after meeting a Dark Angel. Imagine what would happen if he met up with the Dark Lord." Several students snickered.
Harry was glaring at the students and tapping his fingers dangerously slow at the desk. The whole class had completely forgotten that he was there, and were debating over the Dark Angel, Voldemort, Cian's ability to teach this class and how hot Lily Joyleaf was.
"...yeah, and Boot said that the Dark Lord..."
Harry stiffened.
'I had almost forgotten about that little traitor from last year. What do we know about him?'
'Lets see,' the voice pretended to think. 'He's a fifth year student... and that's about it.'
'Well, first I know it can't be a Gryffindor, and the Phoenix Agents in Slytherin have kept me exceptionably updated on things in their House. Hufflepuff, well, I don't think we need to go there. That leaves Ravenclaw.'
'It's logical, you know. The Ravenclaws are smart and very pompous. Give them a little finger and they'll take the whole bone.' The voice pointed out.
'A fifth year Ravenclaw male. Who do we know in Ravenclaw that would be a likely candidate to join Voldie?'
'Well, there's Terry Boot. His sister was a Death Eater under Riddle's last rise to power. Actually I think both his parents were too. They've always had a small reputation for being very interested in the Dark Arts; of course, the family says it's only for scientifically reasons.'
'And since when did we believe in that?'
'Since Fudge became Minister.'
'Ok, you've got a point there.' Harry looked at the class. Unlike popular belief Slytherin students had friends in Ravenclaw. Both Houses were smart, tricky and wouldn't say no to power. Right now they were discussing the supposed Light side, the Dark side and the grey colours in between those two. The Pretender cleared his throat once, twice, but no one paid him any attention. 'Ok, I'm getting immensely pissed off over here.'
'Can't blame you.'
Harry decided it was time for revenge and grinned deviously. He used the Element of Earth and let it grow freely in the room. At once strong tendrils wrapped around the students legs, the chairs, desks, the shelves, everything that could be used for climbing. Suddenly a Ravenclaw shrieked and the students discovered what was happening. Slytherins started to try to wriggle free like a snake would, while the Ravenclaws started hexing their captors. But Harry's plants were too fast for them and soon enough only the students heads stuck out of green wrapping.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"I hope there's no bugs in these things!"
"We've never learned anything about these kinds of plants in Herbology."
"Hey, you," a Slytherin called Harry who was calmly going through papers on the desk. "Help us out of this!"
"Why should I?" Harry asked. "With all the knowledge you posses, why do you even bother to take this class? I'm sure that you can figure your own way out." He went back to reading.
"Please help us!" a Ravenclaw girl begged. "Why can't we do anything to this plant? Why haven't we learned about it in Herbology?"
"Well, that is a simple question, Ms Higgins. These aren't normal plants, but the kind an Earth Elemental would use to protect him- or herself. This isn't something you get taught about because there are so few Elementals left; and to tell the truth, there isn't much you can do about your situation."
"How did these things get here?" a Slytherin asked.
"There's a simple answer to that as well, and I'm surprised you haven't guessed it yet." Harry didn't even look at the scared students. "I, Mr Chash, am an Elemental. The rest should be farley easy to guess. Now, as I seem to have gotten your attention at last..." he snapped his fingers and the plants retreated. The students sat down warily and started at him as if he had grown another head. "I'll ask once again, did my husband tell you what you were going to do this class?"
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Lily slumped into her husbands usual place at the Head Table, put her hands on the table and her head on them. Severus, who was sitting on her left, raised a curious eyebrow.
"I have a totally new respect for my teachers." The woman looked up at him. "How in heavens name do you survive day after day with those children?"
"As much as I loathe to admit it, you get used to it," the Potion Master had no idea why he was answering this woman's questions. Usually he would have ignored her completely.
"I highly doubt that."
He smirked.
"Trouble in the classroom?"
"Yes, well, only in the first class. This is the last time I manipulate Theron into anything, especially taking up a teaching position."
"Manipulate?"
"More or less." The woman put some food on her platter and started to eat. "Oh, by the way, I was wondering if you needed to restock your potion ingredients?" Lily continued. When Severus nodded she smiled. "Well, as long as it's a herb or something I can help you. I'm an Earth Elemental." She explained at his raised eyebrow.
Snape's other eyebrow shot into the air.
"Really? And what would you want in return, Mrs Joyleaf?" he asked suspiciously.
"Please, call me Lily; and I don't want anything in return. Just repaying you for taking my husband to his rooms this morning."
Neither of the two had noticed that Dumbledore and McGonagall were watching them with sad eyes.
"Albus, you really don't think that..." Minerva began.
"Unfortunately I do. Lily is an attractive woman after all. Poor Severus, doesn't know what hit him."
"But she's married!"
"I know, and he knows. That's why he keeps it to himself, hidden away in the innermost corner of his conscious. In fact," Albus continued, "I don't think he even knows about it yet."
"Oh dear." The Deputy Headmistress looked back to the chatting pair in time to see the usually emotionless Head of Slytherin House smirk in amusement to something Lily had said. Oh dear indeed.
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Both Cian and Mayon looked up when the door to the vampire's private chambers opened. They relaxed when they saw Lily enter. The Pretender smiled to them and collapsed onto the couch beside Cian.
"Remind me never to manipulate you into another teaching position in the future." As the Pretender spoke the air around the body shimmered and in the end Harry was sitting where Lily sat a couple of seconds earlier.
Cian chuckled.
"That bad?" Mayon asked with a smile.
"Compared to teaching, Voldie doesn't seem too bad." Harry looked at them. "You two sorted out whatever you needed to?" they nodded. "Great! And Mayon, sorry about this morning."
"No need to apologise, my friend; very few people have stood up to me since I was a child. It was refreshing."
"Hmm, you should pay a visit to Snape then if you want something refreshing." Harry smirked. "But right now I need your help with something."
"We're listening."
"Good, now, here's the thing," the two immortals leaned closer as the young man explained his plan. Soon both began to smirk, and in the end the Dark Angel laughed out loud. A dark, devious laugh that would send shivers down even Voldemort's back.
Cian just stared at the young Gryffindor.
"You sure the Hat put you in the right House?" he asked.
"Yes I'm sure!" Harry exclaimed. "Why does everyone ask me that?"
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Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I just had no idea what to write! Please review.
Thanks to:
Ulalei, unknown, Fair Lady Ravenclaw, WolfMoon, AirElemental101, wquad, RJLL, Blind Joker, Lady FoxFire, Rachel A. Prongs, aurora*sky, sadie- IceBlade, smilez, Korinna Myorin, Naia, Lady Phoenix Gryffindor, Corrie, Rogue1615, The Dark Dragon Angel, daemonwolf, chaser, Katy999, Witchmaster, Ambre, SSSRoaB, Phoenix of the Burning Light, bubblegum*girl, Zaeria, Arizosa, Dragonhope, Angel of Sorrow, Sugar Quill, Lukaret, Arianne, coconut-ice agent h/h, Death-Demon Xero, BOB and ( ).
