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Sami Potter - Teaching , Snogging ... It's all fun!

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Starbeam 13 - Malfoy returns in chapter 12 or 13 with the 6th years defense class.

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Chapter 11

"Stop that this instant!" Harry heard as he rounded the corner to the Defense hall.

"Ten points from Gryffindor Mr. Baily."

He increased his stride to find out what was going on. Behind the large crowd of second-year Slytherins and Gryffindors he caught the dark form of Professor Snape chastising one of the boys.

Harry heard the bell ring as he approached, "Professor Snape is there a problem with my class."

Snape turned, his robe flying out dramatically, "Potter! This is your doing!"

Anger rose with his chest. He still had not forgiven Snape of his treatment the year previous, "What would be my doing, Snape?"

The potions master's eyes narrowed, "You will address me as Professor or Sir, Potter."

Harry smiled, "Then you will do the same for me, Snape."

Harry noticed out of the corner of his eye that the students were backing away with shocked looks on their faces.

"You will not ..." Snape almost screamed.

Harry held up his hand, "Students, in class if you please. I will join you in a moment."

The hallway emptied in seconds.

"You were saying, Professor Snape?"

Snape leaned within an inch of Harry's face, "You cannot allow mere children to run around mentioning the Dark Lord's name. I insist that you put a halt to this infantile excuse for a Defense lesson immediately."

Harry took a step back and waved a hand in front of his face, "I'd insist a breath mint next time, Professor. And if you are done I have a class to teach."

He turned his back on the potions master and slammed the door to the Defense class.

His stride to the front of the class was nothing but determined and angry, "All right, who cost Gryffindor ten points?"

All eyes went to a rather small boy in the front row. He was unusually short for his size even though he was sitting bolt upright with his shoulders back and head held high.

"I did , sir."

Harry eyed him angrily, "And what did you do?"

He looked from side to side at his classmates, "I have a sister in one of your first year classes. She told me about today's lesson, sir. About saying 'Lord Voldemort."

Some of the class cringed, but there were no screams or fits, not to mention lightening strikes.

Harry nodded, "Fifteen points to Gryffindor for having the stones to say a word!"

Some of the class laughed and while others didn't know what to make of the situation.

Harry took out his wand, "I'm not going to waste double-Defense class time on a single word that is silly and made up just to inflate someone's ego. So I'll go over it quickly for you and we'll move off to some spell work, shall we?"

"Now I want everyone to pay attention because I'll only say this once," he tapped his throat with the wand, "Sonorus."

"LORD VOLDEMORT!" echoed within the chamber. He tapped his throat again, "There ... all better? See, still here and still alive. Don't be cowards all of your lives."

He turned and pointed his wand at the front table, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The table lifted off the floor and floated to the side out of the way. "Wands out! Everyone to the front and pair off."

The students scrambled and paired off, as expected, with their own housemates.

"Now seeing as last year all you did was read out of a book I expect none of you have ever dueled before."

Nodding was had all around.

"First things first. You have to know how to aim your wand. The spell I want you to learn is a very easy one that most first-years learned in their common rooms."

He pointed his wand at a point on the wall, "Encaustum!"

Purple ink spewed forth from the tip of his wand and hit the spot on the wall making a spliching sound.

The class laughed for they knew of the spell all right.

"Now, this is the only spell I want you to use ... against your partner."

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"Scourgify!" Harry said at the last student to clean off the purple ink that coated most of her body before the bell rang.

They scrambled for their packs as every class before them..

"Eight inches of parchment on disarming spells, which we will be practicing next class."

He went back to return the table to its rightful place when he heard some of the Slytherin students at the door.

"That was bloody brilliant!"

"Best class I've had yet! Did you see me land that one shot right in Pakingstan's face?"

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"Slytherins said that?" Ron exclaimed.

Harry nodded while he pulled a book out from the shelf and opened it on the table.

"Snape must be rolling around in his coffin as we speak."

Harry snickered.

"Visitor, Mr. Potter," the portrait called out on the study side wall.

"Come in."

The portrait opened and before him stood the small second-year from class, "Professor Potter, sir?"

He smiled back as he saw Ron sticking his finger down his throat trying to be sick at the title Harry held.

"It's just Harry when were out of class, Mr. Baily."

The boy nodded, "Miss Granger asked me to pass this along, sir."

He handed Harry a small note, "Thanks." He paused, "Was there anything else, Mr. Baily?"

He shook his head no and then changed his mind, "About before, sir. With Professor Snape?"

Harry looked at Ron and back to Baily, "Yes?"

"Thanks, sir ... not for the points ... but well ..." he stammered.

"No problem, Mr. Baily."

The boy turned and closed the portrait on the way out.

"This is getting really weird, Harry." Ron commented with an eyebrow arched. "Next they'll be dropping apples off to you and wantin' to do extra credit just for the fun of it."

Harry shuddered and opened the note Hermione had sent.

Harry-

I thought I specifically wrote to use a water spell for your second-years. Now there is purple ink splattered up and down the Potions hallway. Professor Snape is furious ... thought that might brighten up your day. Boys!

I love you,

Hermione