LK: hey! It's me again! I need to apologize to cailtin. Thank you for
reviewing my first chapter.
A/N: this is in Sarah's POV.
Chapter Three: Professor Potter.
I taught Harry for the next hour or so, while Professor Dumbledore looked on with increasing interest.
**So, how are your aunt and uncle? Hey, watch it, you're losing your
concentration. I just got a loverly picture of two really fat people,
and one really skinny person. **
**Yeah, that's them. They're horrible. Don't ask me about them, ok?
They're a naturally distracting subject. Ask me something else.**
**Ooo-k, ummm, let me see... ah! Here we go... what do you think about
Voldemort?** I questioned my brother.
**We-ell, I think that he is a horrible person who killed my parents
and kept me from knowing a wonderful sister.** Harry said haltingly,
completely concentrated. I could see that my lessons were taking a toll
on him: he was dripping with sweat.
"Well, I think that should be enough for today, Harry. Would you like
to test him on his Occlumency, Professor Dumbledore?" I bragged to my
mentor. **Now, brother, don't let me down.**
**I won't.** Harry promised, gritting his teeth.
"Actually, I would like to test him. Legimens!" cried Dumbledore.
Harry shook with effort, but I could tell by the look on Dumbledore's
face that Harry was proving my teaching abilities to be rock-solid. I
beamed with pride.
"I must say, he is a hard one to crack," panted the headmaster, who
was also out of breath.
(A/N: please don't take that the wrong way... I don't know how anyone
could, b/c I'm not... like that...but just to be on the safe side, don't
take it the wrong way.)
"You mean, you didn't get anything out of me?! But, I could see all
kinds of cracks in the walls that I set up..."
(A/N: sorry, me again, I just wanted to say that Sarah taught him that
keeping people out of your head meant building a mental wall around you
thoughts... clearing the mind doesn't do anything... or at least that's
how I think it would be...(obviously so.))
"Well, I certainly couldn't see or get through any of them.
Congratulations to you both. You are much better than you were, Harry."
At that point in time, Lucius Malfoy came in. And he was looking
quite murderous.
**HOW DARE YOU COME BACK! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE THE ANIMAL YOU
ARE!**
**Alright, then. Come and get me.**
**With the Headmaster here?! Do you think I'm daft?!**
I pretended to think very hard. Then I looked him full in the face
and stated: **Yes.**
**HOW DARE YOU!! ...**
**You already said that, bimbo. Oh, and you might want to pipe it down
a bit... I don't want my brother to get a headache from all of your
shouting.**
Malfoy Sr. sneered. **Potter couldn't do this if he tried.**
My brother spoke to my former tormentor in a haughty tone. **I'm
sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but I don't think I heard you quite right. Could you
please repeat what you just said?**
Needless to say, Malfoy was speechless. He quickly regained his
composure and swept out of the room. Harry and I exchanged a high-five
and shrieked with joy. Dumbledore looked proud as well. I guess he must
have been able to hear everything. However, I wasn't so sure that my
appearance would be a good thing for Harry's safety...
LK: hi! Sorry for the semi-cliffie. I had to enhance the plot b/c my g-
ma gave me a really good idea, but it needs a... prologue kinda thingie.
Yeah. Anywayz, thank you, "Zel," for the loverly reviews. Sorry I was
so... stuck up in the "A/N." I just don't like being ignored, that's all.
Thanx again.
reviewing my first chapter.
A/N: this is in Sarah's POV.
Chapter Three: Professor Potter.
I taught Harry for the next hour or so, while Professor Dumbledore looked on with increasing interest.
**So, how are your aunt and uncle? Hey, watch it, you're losing your
concentration. I just got a loverly picture of two really fat people,
and one really skinny person. **
**Yeah, that's them. They're horrible. Don't ask me about them, ok?
They're a naturally distracting subject. Ask me something else.**
**Ooo-k, ummm, let me see... ah! Here we go... what do you think about
Voldemort?** I questioned my brother.
**We-ell, I think that he is a horrible person who killed my parents
and kept me from knowing a wonderful sister.** Harry said haltingly,
completely concentrated. I could see that my lessons were taking a toll
on him: he was dripping with sweat.
"Well, I think that should be enough for today, Harry. Would you like
to test him on his Occlumency, Professor Dumbledore?" I bragged to my
mentor. **Now, brother, don't let me down.**
**I won't.** Harry promised, gritting his teeth.
"Actually, I would like to test him. Legimens!" cried Dumbledore.
Harry shook with effort, but I could tell by the look on Dumbledore's
face that Harry was proving my teaching abilities to be rock-solid. I
beamed with pride.
"I must say, he is a hard one to crack," panted the headmaster, who
was also out of breath.
(A/N: please don't take that the wrong way... I don't know how anyone
could, b/c I'm not... like that...but just to be on the safe side, don't
take it the wrong way.)
"You mean, you didn't get anything out of me?! But, I could see all
kinds of cracks in the walls that I set up..."
(A/N: sorry, me again, I just wanted to say that Sarah taught him that
keeping people out of your head meant building a mental wall around you
thoughts... clearing the mind doesn't do anything... or at least that's
how I think it would be...(obviously so.))
"Well, I certainly couldn't see or get through any of them.
Congratulations to you both. You are much better than you were, Harry."
At that point in time, Lucius Malfoy came in. And he was looking
quite murderous.
**HOW DARE YOU COME BACK! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE THE ANIMAL YOU
ARE!**
**Alright, then. Come and get me.**
**With the Headmaster here?! Do you think I'm daft?!**
I pretended to think very hard. Then I looked him full in the face
and stated: **Yes.**
**HOW DARE YOU!! ...**
**You already said that, bimbo. Oh, and you might want to pipe it down
a bit... I don't want my brother to get a headache from all of your
shouting.**
Malfoy Sr. sneered. **Potter couldn't do this if he tried.**
My brother spoke to my former tormentor in a haughty tone. **I'm
sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but I don't think I heard you quite right. Could you
please repeat what you just said?**
Needless to say, Malfoy was speechless. He quickly regained his
composure and swept out of the room. Harry and I exchanged a high-five
and shrieked with joy. Dumbledore looked proud as well. I guess he must
have been able to hear everything. However, I wasn't so sure that my
appearance would be a good thing for Harry's safety...
LK: hi! Sorry for the semi-cliffie. I had to enhance the plot b/c my g-
ma gave me a really good idea, but it needs a... prologue kinda thingie.
Yeah. Anywayz, thank you, "Zel," for the loverly reviews. Sorry I was
so... stuck up in the "A/N." I just don't like being ignored, that's all.
Thanx again.