CH4: And They're Off!
Harry sauntered up to the Headmasters office, looking as cool and collected as always. Inside, however, he was a wreck. 'How am I suppose to see them? What if I mess up the spell? What if Voldemort succeeds?' These thoughts traveled around his brain, bumping into each other, and making his head hurt. He reached the top of the enchanted staircase and pushed his way in. Sirius and Remus were sitting there, a couple of packed trunks in front of them, making last checks on a list.
"Got everything?", he questioned as he stepped inside. Remus looked up.
"We think so. Except your trunk. We can't open that one. Not that someone didn't try." He cast an amused glance at Sirius who grumbled out, "What would possess anyone to charm their stuff to turn anyone who tries to open it pink?" Harry chuckled.
"Did you learn your lesson?", he asked in a very patronizing tone. His god- father playfully cuffed him on the shoulder.
"Well, make sure you are all packed." Harry bent over the trunk and opened him. Inside, he saw his special robes and put them on. Last summer, for his birthday, Sirius had sent him a robe that had a never-ending supply of pockets. He took out some knives, extra wands, a healing potion kit, a couple daggers, and secured his real wand in the holster on his right wrist. Carefully picking up the sword of Godric Gryffindor, he strapped it on his back and cast a wandless invisibility charm on it. He figured the sight of it could alarm some of the students, so it was better this way. The year before, Dumbledore had given the sword back to him, saying 'it belongs with it's rightful owner.' Very cryptic at the time, but that was before he knew he was the heir of Gryffindor.....
Anyway, he checked to make sure he had the Maurader's Map and his invisibility cloak. He straightened up and replied, "All set."
"So, who are we?", Sirius asked curiously. In any other situation, that statement might have made him sound insane, but this was a special circumstance.
Harry pulled out the résumés and handed them out. "You, Siri, are John Nyx, the Herbology Professor."
"Herbology? I teach Herbology?", he asked in disbelief. "Wow."
"I know. It's amazing you teach at all.", Remus teased. "You're not only a danger to yourself, but to innocent children as well." Siri just smirked in response.
Laughing, Harry went on. "And you, Mooney, are Professor Orion Night, Care of Magical Creatures." Rem nodded.
"What about you?" "I am Harry Jamison."
"How come you get to keep your name?"
"My name is normal." He smiled innocently at their glares. There was a soft laugh at the door. Standing there was Albus.
"I just came to seen you off."
"We were about to leave." Sirius, Remus, and Harry shrunk their things and gathered to the center of the room.
"You three should be arriving on August 21st." Albus sat down behind his desk. "Good Luck."
And with a flash of light, the ex-convict, werewolf, and the Boy Who Lived were gone.
Harry sauntered up to the Headmasters office, looking as cool and collected as always. Inside, however, he was a wreck. 'How am I suppose to see them? What if I mess up the spell? What if Voldemort succeeds?' These thoughts traveled around his brain, bumping into each other, and making his head hurt. He reached the top of the enchanted staircase and pushed his way in. Sirius and Remus were sitting there, a couple of packed trunks in front of them, making last checks on a list.
"Got everything?", he questioned as he stepped inside. Remus looked up.
"We think so. Except your trunk. We can't open that one. Not that someone didn't try." He cast an amused glance at Sirius who grumbled out, "What would possess anyone to charm their stuff to turn anyone who tries to open it pink?" Harry chuckled.
"Did you learn your lesson?", he asked in a very patronizing tone. His god- father playfully cuffed him on the shoulder.
"Well, make sure you are all packed." Harry bent over the trunk and opened him. Inside, he saw his special robes and put them on. Last summer, for his birthday, Sirius had sent him a robe that had a never-ending supply of pockets. He took out some knives, extra wands, a healing potion kit, a couple daggers, and secured his real wand in the holster on his right wrist. Carefully picking up the sword of Godric Gryffindor, he strapped it on his back and cast a wandless invisibility charm on it. He figured the sight of it could alarm some of the students, so it was better this way. The year before, Dumbledore had given the sword back to him, saying 'it belongs with it's rightful owner.' Very cryptic at the time, but that was before he knew he was the heir of Gryffindor.....
Anyway, he checked to make sure he had the Maurader's Map and his invisibility cloak. He straightened up and replied, "All set."
"So, who are we?", Sirius asked curiously. In any other situation, that statement might have made him sound insane, but this was a special circumstance.
Harry pulled out the résumés and handed them out. "You, Siri, are John Nyx, the Herbology Professor."
"Herbology? I teach Herbology?", he asked in disbelief. "Wow."
"I know. It's amazing you teach at all.", Remus teased. "You're not only a danger to yourself, but to innocent children as well." Siri just smirked in response.
Laughing, Harry went on. "And you, Mooney, are Professor Orion Night, Care of Magical Creatures." Rem nodded.
"What about you?" "I am Harry Jamison."
"How come you get to keep your name?"
"My name is normal." He smiled innocently at their glares. There was a soft laugh at the door. Standing there was Albus.
"I just came to seen you off."
"We were about to leave." Sirius, Remus, and Harry shrunk their things and gathered to the center of the room.
"You three should be arriving on August 21st." Albus sat down behind his desk. "Good Luck."
And with a flash of light, the ex-convict, werewolf, and the Boy Who Lived were gone.