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So it ain't exactly the next day but school starts in on the 11th and tomorrow is my marching competition in Indianapolis. Enjoy the next two chapters. I'm putting them on the same page because I'm too lazy to separate them. (

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Chapter Five

After I had eaten breakfast my cousin took me to his office. He took a small pot of some white powder and beckoned me to take some too.

At my confused glance he explained, "It's floo powder. It allows us to travel through fireplaces unharmed. It's easy. Just make sure you speak clearly."

I shrugged my shoulders and threw a pinch of powder in. The flames immediately turned an emerald green. I stepped in and clearly said Diagon Ally. It felt as though I was going through a large vortex of swirling colors. I suddenly jolted to stop and fell out of the fireplace all sooty.

I was in what looked to be a small tavern. Albus stepped from behind me and smiled, he too was sooty from the ash, as he said, "Nothing to it."

Frowning slightly in annoyance at my appearance, I followed him out of the building and into a back courtyard with a large brick wall. He tapped his wand across and the wall opened into a large bustling street.

We shopped around until my hands were laden down with bags. I had books of every kind as well as robes, hats and even a pet owl. All my robes where either smoky blue like my eyes or an emerald green that set off my hair. They all had an emblem of a phoenix, where the house emblem would go on a school robe. My cousin had not commented on this and I did not elaborate as to why I chose robes with an emblem because I myself truly did not know.

My cousin finally led us to a building that held an old sign saying Olivander's wands. As we shopped he had told me all about this world of his. I knew there was more and I could only wait for him to reveal it. He led me into a darkened room and I set my things down as an odd looking man came forward.

"Ah Dumbledore. What honors can I owe this strange visit?"

He smiled as he said, "My cousin needs a wand."

"Cousin?" he frowned, "Why Dumbledore I didn't know you had a cousin."

"We're rather distant cousins," I said to the odd looking man.

He peered at me from behind his glasses as if to study me. "Your wand hand?"

"Right-handed."

He nodded and took out a tape measure begin to measure my hands as well as other parts of my body. If I had been a normal young woman I would've been freaked. Except I wasn't normal. I don't think normal people jumped down wells or fought evil demons for jewel fragments.

Silently he handed me a wand. As I took it in my hand nothing seemed to happen. He quickly snatched it back and began to hand me other wands.

After an hour he muttered, "Tricky. Most wizards would have found a wound by now. No matter there is one for every one.

After what seemed like forever he finally said, "Here try this one. Its phoenix feather and unicorn hair along with a rosewood stem, eleven inches long."

I took within my hands and a strange glow started to emit from it. Spark flew out and the odd man seemed satisfied as he said, "Your cousin is a strange mix."

Albus nodded but said nothing as he paid the man. When we walked back into the sunlight I asked my cousin, "What did he mean?"

He looked at me from beneath his half-moon spectacles as he said, "Rosewood is very uncommon in wands. They make a powerful wand but many can't even touch them. Unicorn hair and phoenix in the same mix along with rosewood is even stranger. It surprises me some what though. I had not expected for you to a have a wand so powerful when you have never learned any spells. Even more surprising is why you weren't taught."

I shrugged and simply said, "Oh." We were somewhat quiet as we walked back into the tavern. Dumbledore had told me it was called the Leaky Cauldron or something like that.

"Come let's grab a bit and I'll explain more about what you need to know."

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I was quiet for a moment as I prepared to tell her some of the more strangers things of this world. So far my cousin had surprised me. Any fool would be able to feel the power that radiated from her but I knew it was something more. I did not pry. I know she would tell me at some point but until then I would tell her another's story.

My cousin was very strange. She had an aptitude fore magic, which was unusual in itself, but had no training. If I hadn't needed a teacher I wouldn't ever had gotten her into this mess.

I ordered us both a butter beer as well as some light lunch. She sat quietly as she waited patiently for my tale.

I sighed as I began, "It all started about sixty years ago. A young man by the name of Tom Riddle attended Hogwarts. At that time I myself was just a professor. Well this young man was very powerful. He had all the teachers fooled but not me. For some reason it seemed I could see right through him. He was very deep into the dark arts, but not many knew. Or if they knew they simply didn't care.

"I remember that one year he set a ballisk snake out. He had to reign it up again though when they threatened to close the school after it had killed a girl.

"For awhile nothing happened. I was now headmaster and Tom Riddle who now called himself Voldemort had risen to a great and terrible power. He had followers called the Death Eaters that killed and tortured muggles as well as wizards.

"It was when he was most powerful when a small baby boy was born by parents that thrice defied him. About fifteen months later, on Halloween night, he killed the child's parents and tried to kill the child but couldn't.

"His mother had died to protect him out of love and it released a powerful magical protection against evil that ran through his veins. He fled that night as mere vapor and mist because the killing curse backfired."

I took a sip of my butter beer and then continued glancing back at my cousin, "Eleven years later the boy who lived had come to Hogwarts. Each year he was there he had to fight Voldemort because it was his destiny. He would be the only one able to kill him. Neither could truly live as the other lived."

I sighed as I remembered the night Harry Potter died. For a moment I said nothing as I silently relived it. Then once again I took up the story. "This boy named Harry Potter had already thwarted Voldemort many times. Three months ago he suddenly left the protection of our quarters.

"With out explaining anything he took off. As soon as I found out I followed. When I got there the duel was over and Harry Potter was gone. I do not know if he is dead but I do know he is not here.

"I am now the only wizard that Voldemort still fears. Therefore my school is safe so long as I protect it. I just hope I can still stay that way as we fight for the good of man kind."

Chapter Six

The next day dawn bright and early. I didn't even come out of my room as I got ready for my first classes. Today I would have the seventh years, the first years and the second years and even the third years. I would have the Seventh years every day of the week and the rest of the classes would alternate every other day.

Yesterday (day after I had gone to Diagon Ally) Dumbledore had taught me some spells. To his surprise and mine own I caught on fairly quickly. Today I would be able to teach my first and second year classes easily enough. With my third year classes I would show them how to escape from some of the more deadly monsters of this world.

I would not however be able to teach my seventh year classes. Though I had a different plan. I wanted to tell them some of the legends because of the things I would teach them this year. I would of course teach them what I could in magic so they came pass their tests, but they needed taught other things too. After all there is other kinds of magic than just witchcraft.

I was so in to my thoughts that I didn't hear the bell ring for my first class. It was almost twelve minutes later that I decided to look at the small watch my cousin had taught how to read. Cursing in some of the fouler words I had learned from Inuyasha I walked into the classroom.

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As I got up this morning I almost expected that I would have to wake Harry up, but then I remembered that he would never have to be woken up again.

I looked over to Seamus and Dean and even Neville. They all looked weary. We were all scared for our families now the you-know-who was back. My roommates didn't want to believe that Harry was dead but we couldn't deny it.

I came down to the common and saw Hermione. She looked ready to cry again and I did the first thing that came to mind. I gave her a quick hug and then we left the common room to go the great hall and grabbed a bite to eat.

As always the Slytherins were laughing at something. I saw Draco do a stunt of someone falling to the ground in pain and I knew whom they were laughing about. I shared a dark look with my girlfriend and she said nothing to scold me. She just gently pulled my robes to a seat.

Cooling down somewhat I asked Hermione, "What are we going to do about the DA meetings?"

"Well we all still have our coins and some have extras to give to people who want to join. I think we should continue as Harry wanted us too."

"What do ya mean?"

"Before he left that night he gave his coin and told us to continue. When we leave this year we need to give the coin to someone trust worthy that will continue the club. Since we have Dumbledore's silent permission I see no reason to stop it."

I nodded and we were silent the rest of breakfast, each lost in our own thoughts. As we stood up I asked, "So what did you think of the new DADA teacher?"

"I don't know. She seems tired, like all the rest of us and I don't think she is evil like the fake Moody was. I don't know though if she'll be able to teach us anything."

I snorted as I remembered the way all of our teachers except the third year and sixth year were pretty must frauds. As we came up to the door I asked, "What will we do if she can't teach us anything?"

"Library," she said simply and I groaned and prayed that she was for real.

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When we got into the classroom I noticed that the teacher wasn't in the room and it was already five minutes after the bell. We waited for almost twelve minutes before we heard some rather vulgar language come from the Defense Against the Dark Art's professor's office.

When the strange professor came out she was wearing a pretty smoky blue robe. Much like the one she wore the day we had been at the Beginning of the year Feast. Except this one had a phoenix emblem on the shoulder, where the house emblem went on our robes.

She smiled at us as she sat down the package she had been carrying around since we arrived.

"Hello class. My name is Kagome Higurashi. You can call me anything along the lines of Kagome, Professor Kagome, Professor Higurashi or even Higurashi," she said this in a warm tone.

We just stared at her in amazement. No teacher has ever wanted us to call them by anything other than their respected tittles. As we stared at her she continued, "Now I already know some of you but I would like for you to say your names so I can know the rest."

"Seamus Finnigan."

"Dean Thomas."

"Neville Longbottom."

"Ron Weasly."

"Hermione Granger."

"Parvati Patil."

Lavender Brown."

And this went on until she knew all of our names and faces. We had taken a good chuck of class time as we did thins and when she glanced at her wrist she frowned slightly but then smiled as she asked, "Does anyone hear know the tale of the Shikon no Tama?"

We all stared at her as if she was nuts and I slowly raised my hand. She nodded at me and I said, "The Shikon no Tama is a Japanese muggle myth."

"Good and yes it is a myth. The Shikon no Tama, also known as the jewel of Four Souls was created when an ancient miko, or priestess by the name of Midoriko, fought against many demons.

"As she fought she realized that she could not win so she uttered an ancient spell that absorbed the demon's souls and her own into her body. Where her heart once was, was now an empty hole that held the Shikon no Tama.

"Many years later the jewel was entrusted to a Priestess by the name of Kikyo. It was said that she could purify the demons that hunted for it. Years later there was a man by the name of Onigumo who lusted over the priestess and the jewel.

"As he was dying he called forth the demons of hell to devour his body and soul. When this was done it created the demon named Naraku," she paused for a moment as if remembering something then she continued, "Naraku had the priestess Kikyo and a half demon that had grown to love her betray each other. Naraku managed too mortally wound Kikyo and then took the jewel.

"He took it back to the village in the guise of Kikyo so that Inuyasha could steal it and taint it with more malice. The real Kikyo came to the village and as Inuyasha tried to escape she pinned him to the God Tree.

"Naraku had hoped that Kikyo would taint the jewel with hate as she wished herself to live but instead she told her younger sister Kaede to burn the jewel along with her body so no soul could ever be harmed by it again."

As the bell rang signaling the end of class she said, "I will finish the tale tomorrow. You are now dismissed."

Looking over to Ron I saw he was just as confused as everyone else. Why would she have us learn the tale of the Shikon no Tama? Shaking my head in annoyance I realized that she was one of the strangest teachers we had ever had and that included having a ghost for History of Magic that we no longer had to take.

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As my first class left I went back to my office. I wouldn't have my first year classes until mid-morning. The rest of seventh year classes I would have after lunch and my second year classes were double classes and I would have them at around three.

Sitting down in my chair I briefly closed my eyes. I knew I should be reading some of the books that I had gotten but I didn't want too. Sighing though I opened my eyes. When I opened them I was in for a shock of my life. I was still in my office but it was grotesquely decorated in lacy tables cloths and ugly cat plates. Their was a professor who looked like a toad sitting behind a desk smirking at a boy with messing black hair and emerald green eyes.

He was staring at the professor with such loathing that I was surprised that she wasn't flinching in fear. She said something that I couldn't hear and he took up a quill and stared to write. As the quill hit the paper he flinched in pain as blood filled the place where he had written and on his hand was a nice pink mark as if he had scratched it.

That office faded away to a office filled with strange objects that I couldn't even begin to identify. The boy was there looking tired bloody and grim. Who I assumed to be the professor was standing in front of the boy. Before I could see anything else the office again faded.

This time the office faded away and it was filled with interesting creatures and the boy again but this time he looked much younger. The professor this time was a weary man that had graying hair. He looked young but old at the same time. His robes were patchy and stance was droopy.

The boy with messy black hair and emerald green eyes was tired looking but determined. There was also a plate of chocolate off to the side. The teacher said something and stepped back as he opened the brief case on the floor.

When the brief case opened out came a dark figure covered in a black cloak. The room seemed to fill with a coldness that seemed to go down to my very bones. In my head were the sounds of Inuyasha screaming at me and telling me I wasn't as good as Kikyo was. It changed swiftly to the cold laughter of Naraku and then suddenly it was like everything was coming through like a bad stereo.

Right before a silver mist filled the room I thought I heard the sounds of cruel laughter that was not Naraku's and the screams of a young woman. A silver mist had filled the room and then the boy feinted. The office change again and this time it was my own yet not my own. The office was empty for a few moments and then that same boy appeared but this time he was much older. He looked about seventeen or eighteen but his face was tired and his eyes haunted.

He had something in his hands and he sat it down in a corner behind something I couldn't see and then he disappeared as if he were never there.

This time I was in my office and before I could gather my bearings I promptly feinted.