CHAPTER ONE - PROFESSOR STING
Harry, Ron and Hermione were talking silently about their teachers, classes and school. They were outside the building during their transfiguration lesson. Prof. McGonagall wanted them change grass into flowers, insects into birds, or something the same fascinating.
Hermione grew flowers all around them, guys were laughing and their noble teacher was taking last sun-bathing this year.
Harry looked up at the blue skies and saw an enormous, beautiful black owl. He showed it to Ron, and both looked amazed.
Suddenly, as the owl was about to touch down, they saw a dark figure on a stylish broomstick. Their eye followed that person, and she (this was definitely a young woman) landed just in front of McGonagall.
She wasn't tall, but very slender. Her hair was dark and short and her eyes had a strange colour. Green? Olive? Brown or gray? Harry couldn't tell. But she was beautiful.
Boys watched her got off her broom (very black, shiny and clean, it must have been made of the most expensive oak); sent her owl to the castle. She wore clothes of high quality: a long, dark-green silk dress and a black, velvet coat. She also had standard Dr. Martens' shoes. Black (Ron looked amazed, Muggle shoes!).
'Hello, I'm back', the woman greeted Minerva, who looked shocked. 'God, it's so good to be here', she laughed with a relief.
'Julia!', professor shouted. 'Never, ever do that again! Behave yourself! By the way', she said with a smile. 'it is forbidden.'
She couldn't finish, because the woman called Julia grinned: 'to use a broom outside the stadium.'
'How was your trip? How is your father? It is so good to see you here, darling. I've missed you' said McGonagall
Julia replied: 'Great. Good. You too. Lesson outside?', she added with an uncanny smile.
She looked around over the pupils' heads. For a while, hers and Harry's eyes met. Harry wanted to look deeper in her mysterious eyes, but she turned to the teacher. Harry realized that her shiny smile had disappeared and her voice sounded solemn.
'Which year?'
'Fourth, dear', answered McGonagall gently.
'Young Potter...', professor nodded yes. 'Thirteen years. Gosh, so many years. When it... When they...'
' It's OK now,' Minerva put her arm around Julia. 'Class, the lesson is over. Jill, let's go to the castle'
Harry watched they walked away to school. He was used to the fact, that people recognized him. They sometimes looked proud, often curious and happy, that they know him that he had survived. Julia looked sad. He knew, that he had recalled something, or someone she had lost. Someone she still misses.
'I wonder who is she', said Ron. They were sitting in the common room, waiting for dinner.
'No idea.' answered Harry, 'God, I'm starving.'
'It is so obvious!', Hermione looked at them in her criticizing way.
'Yes, miss Know-it-all?', Ron blinked at Harry. 'She doesn't know.', he whispered.
'Oh, yes' Hermione looked offended. ' She's a new teacher, you fools. Dumbledore told us, that another professor was going to teach here. It's her. Look at your timetables! Non-signal magic. Teacher: Julia Sting. Book will be given later, if needed. Come on, we'll be late for dinner.' she laughed, because her friends looked really amusing.
'Whom do I have to work with' she sighed, and left the room.
When everybody sat behind their tables, Dumbledore stood up and spoke.
'I would like to welcome another new teacher; you all will have to pleasure to work with. This is a brand new subject, and our school is the first allowed to teach it. I hope you will enjoy lessons with a former student of this school. It was so many years ago, Julia,' he said looking into her eyes. She smiled; she knew she looked much younger.
'Please welcome the teacher of Non-signal magic, Julia Laureen Sting.'
The headmaster clapped his hands, so did the rest of teachers and pupils. Harry clapped, and was skipping through the people's faces. Most of them were happy. Some looked furious. Harry peeped at Snape. He was clapping, but one could read hatred in his eyes. He was glancing at her and when their eyes met she laughed and helped herself with another portion of pie.
'Now', said Ron. 'He's going to be really mad. Why has she done this just a day before our potions?'.
Harry barked with a laugh and looked at Sting once again. She was calm now. Thoughtful.
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What was she thinking about (recalling, maybe). Read soon. And review, please, please. It's my first time (.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were talking silently about their teachers, classes and school. They were outside the building during their transfiguration lesson. Prof. McGonagall wanted them change grass into flowers, insects into birds, or something the same fascinating.
Hermione grew flowers all around them, guys were laughing and their noble teacher was taking last sun-bathing this year.
Harry looked up at the blue skies and saw an enormous, beautiful black owl. He showed it to Ron, and both looked amazed.
Suddenly, as the owl was about to touch down, they saw a dark figure on a stylish broomstick. Their eye followed that person, and she (this was definitely a young woman) landed just in front of McGonagall.
She wasn't tall, but very slender. Her hair was dark and short and her eyes had a strange colour. Green? Olive? Brown or gray? Harry couldn't tell. But she was beautiful.
Boys watched her got off her broom (very black, shiny and clean, it must have been made of the most expensive oak); sent her owl to the castle. She wore clothes of high quality: a long, dark-green silk dress and a black, velvet coat. She also had standard Dr. Martens' shoes. Black (Ron looked amazed, Muggle shoes!).
'Hello, I'm back', the woman greeted Minerva, who looked shocked. 'God, it's so good to be here', she laughed with a relief.
'Julia!', professor shouted. 'Never, ever do that again! Behave yourself! By the way', she said with a smile. 'it is forbidden.'
She couldn't finish, because the woman called Julia grinned: 'to use a broom outside the stadium.'
'How was your trip? How is your father? It is so good to see you here, darling. I've missed you' said McGonagall
Julia replied: 'Great. Good. You too. Lesson outside?', she added with an uncanny smile.
She looked around over the pupils' heads. For a while, hers and Harry's eyes met. Harry wanted to look deeper in her mysterious eyes, but she turned to the teacher. Harry realized that her shiny smile had disappeared and her voice sounded solemn.
'Which year?'
'Fourth, dear', answered McGonagall gently.
'Young Potter...', professor nodded yes. 'Thirteen years. Gosh, so many years. When it... When they...'
' It's OK now,' Minerva put her arm around Julia. 'Class, the lesson is over. Jill, let's go to the castle'
Harry watched they walked away to school. He was used to the fact, that people recognized him. They sometimes looked proud, often curious and happy, that they know him that he had survived. Julia looked sad. He knew, that he had recalled something, or someone she had lost. Someone she still misses.
'I wonder who is she', said Ron. They were sitting in the common room, waiting for dinner.
'No idea.' answered Harry, 'God, I'm starving.'
'It is so obvious!', Hermione looked at them in her criticizing way.
'Yes, miss Know-it-all?', Ron blinked at Harry. 'She doesn't know.', he whispered.
'Oh, yes' Hermione looked offended. ' She's a new teacher, you fools. Dumbledore told us, that another professor was going to teach here. It's her. Look at your timetables! Non-signal magic. Teacher: Julia Sting. Book will be given later, if needed. Come on, we'll be late for dinner.' she laughed, because her friends looked really amusing.
'Whom do I have to work with' she sighed, and left the room.
When everybody sat behind their tables, Dumbledore stood up and spoke.
'I would like to welcome another new teacher; you all will have to pleasure to work with. This is a brand new subject, and our school is the first allowed to teach it. I hope you will enjoy lessons with a former student of this school. It was so many years ago, Julia,' he said looking into her eyes. She smiled; she knew she looked much younger.
'Please welcome the teacher of Non-signal magic, Julia Laureen Sting.'
The headmaster clapped his hands, so did the rest of teachers and pupils. Harry clapped, and was skipping through the people's faces. Most of them were happy. Some looked furious. Harry peeped at Snape. He was clapping, but one could read hatred in his eyes. He was glancing at her and when their eyes met she laughed and helped herself with another portion of pie.
'Now', said Ron. 'He's going to be really mad. Why has she done this just a day before our potions?'.
Harry barked with a laugh and looked at Sting once again. She was calm now. Thoughtful.
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What was she thinking about (recalling, maybe). Read soon. And review, please, please. It's my first time (.