Chapter 3-Old Friends, New Enemies, and People In-Between
Good Friend Remus,
I would most enjoy visiting you, and as a matter of fact, I can do so
this weekend, before the 1st term starts. Let me know if Sunday, July 31, is OK with you.
Once Again,
Harry
After sending the letter, Harry began to think whether or not he really did want to see Lupin again. They had been closest out of all of his oldest friends, because he worked alongside Harry most of the time, but Lupin constantly nagged Harry to get back into touch with Ron and Hermione. This Harry didn't appreciate.
He needed to do things when he was ready, not when people thought he was. Killing giant snakes, and defeating Evil Wizards was easy, because nobody expected it from him. People want Harry to talk to Ron and Hermione, but they don't understand that he can't at this point of his life. He just can't.
6 Days went by without a reply for Remus, and on the Sunay Harry had decided to meet him, Hearthmire returned.
She had a parchment on her leg, which looked quite small. Despite this, he untied it, unrolled it, and began to read.
Harry,
Can't talk now, been busy. Be at my place at 7:00 P.M., and we can talk until you leave. See you then.
Thats all it said. It was weird, but Lupin didn't seem in trouble, so at 6:55, Harry returned to his office, and took out a jar of Floo Powder.
"Apartment 33456, Muggle London" he said into the fire, clearly and with a loud tone.
He stepped in, tucked his elbows to his side, and waited. He spun fast, and it took him longer than normal to arrive, but finally he stepped out of the fire into the house of Remus Lupin.
"Glad you could make it Harry, come have a seat." Lupin told him sitting by the fireplace. Apparently he was waiting for Harry's arrival, but he looked somewhat serious.
"Nice to see you too." Harry took a seat next to Lupin, and picked up a cup of tea Lupin had before him.
"I was very surprised to hear about your new job Harry, congratulations!"
"Thanks, I am just glad I don't have to sit around anymore, I was doing nothing for a year."
"Well, it looks like you'll have plenty to do now. More than just teaching though."
"What, what do you mean 'more than just teaching'?"
"Well, you killed Lord Voldemort, 1 year ago, and rounded up almost all of his Deat Eaters."
"You mean ALL of his Death Eaters."
"See, Harry, thats the thing. Not all were caught. 6 escaped capture, and are now on the loose, and they're looking for revenge. They blame you for the Master's downfall, and look to punish you now. Its good that you're at Hogwarts were you will be most safe, but thats not what I'm worried about.
Harry, I know how hard its been for you to live without friends, or anyone to love for that matter, but these Death Eaters are ruthless, and will do anything to get to you.
I called you over hear to make sure you understand the severity of the situation. I am not telling you not to make friends, I'm just saying that you need to be careful, and choose wisely."
Harry was shocked. He came over expecting to hear Remus lecture him on how he needed to make up with old friends, but what he got was a shock.
"H-h-how did they not get captured. I got everyone Remus, there has to be a mistake!"
"I'm afraid not Harry. The 6 Death Eaters were not very high up on Voldemort's list. They were low-ranking, and not very well trusted. They feel now, that this is their chance to get in his good spirits, because they think they can bring him back."
Harry bore a look of shock, and Remus decided that he had said what he needed to, and now was a good time to change the subject.
The 2 spent about 2 hours discussing lessons, Quiditch, and Remus's future. Being a werewolf, he couldn't exactly aquire a job, so he was living off of a paid vacation given to him by Dumbledore, for working so hard against You-Know-Who.
Harry got back to his office at 11:30, and decided to call it a day then. He awoke early thr next day, and prepared himself until the time for the feast had come.
He was running late as it was, and begun to jog down the steps. AS he reached the corridor which led to the stairs down to the Entrance Hall, he met Peeves the Poltergeist. He was carrying a large vase full of bubotubber puss, and was apparently planning to drop it on the new students.
"Peeves, I hope you're not going to drop that on anybody." Harry told him, outstretching his wand.
"Ehehehehe, Potter wouldn't spoil some first day fun. Peeves is just going to give the cids his own welcome."
"Drop the vase, or suffer the consequences Peeves."
"OH! I see Poopee Potter thinks he can command Peeves because he is a teacher. Well, Professor Poops-a-lot, you will not tell Peeves to do anything. Peeves does what he want."
"I warned you. Fracturo."
An orange beam shot out of Harry's wand, and hit the vase right in the bottom. A large hole appeared, and let out all the puss onto Peeves. Then the hole sealed itself. Peeves through the vase at Harry, then flew away swearing.
"Immobilus!" Harry said, effortlesly, and the vase was frozen in mid-air.
"Dianco!" Harry said again with ease, and the vase zoomed back, and if the spell worked, would land were it belonged.
Harry knew he would be late now, but hurried anyway, and as he opened the doors to the Great Hall, he caught Dumbledore mid-speech.
"... Forest is out-of-bounds." He finished, then smiled, and with a twinkle in his eye, continued.
"Any student caught there will be in serious trouble, if they make it out alive. Now class, here is your knew Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Professor Harry Potter."
Silence fell over the room, and then, with a little help from Dumbledore, the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables began to clap.
Harry walked over to his seat, and watched Dumbledore finish his speech, then the food was served. Harry was so hungry, that he had 4 servings of food before he felt satisfied. Then when the feast was over, he proceeded to his office to find a schedule of classes on his desk.
Monday:
9:00-10:00 Gryffindor 3rd Years
10:00-11:30 Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw 2nd Years
Lunch
1:00-2:00 Slytherin 3rd Years
2:00-3:00 Hufflepuff 2nd Years
There was a similiar schedule like that for every day of the week, and Harry reviewed it a few times, then went to sleep.
He awoke the next morning at 8:45. He realized he was very late, threw on some robes, scarfed down so porrdige, and headed to his classroom, to get his boggart ready. He had decided to teach his 3rd year class, in the same way he was taught, which meant practical lessons. Todays lesson:Horned Mings
1 by 1, students filed into the classroom, and they took seats next to people they knew. When the bell rang at nine o'clock, Harry took roll.
"Ackson, Susan..."
"Here."
"Ambough, Jimothy"
"Right Here."
And this continued until that last name was called. Then Harry began his first official lesson.
"Quills away, wands out. Today we're going to be having a practical lesson, so if you would all be so kind as to follow me, we need to head to a different classroom."
A murmur of excitement shook through the entire class as they rose from there desks, and followed Harry out of the room. They walked in line, until they reached a large room, with a cage, covered by a large towel.
"Now class, in here we have Horned Mings. Can anyone tell me what that is?"
At once a boy's hand shot up into the air, who reminded Harry of Hermione.
"Yes, Formind correct?"
"Yeach, Douglass Formind. A Horned Ming, is an animal who lives mainly in deserts, and it can change the shape of its horn in order to attack you easier."
"Wonderful, 10 points to Gryffindor, and can anyone tell me how to tackle such a creature."
Again Douglass's hand flew into the air, and Harry called him once more.
"Well, you have to get it to stun itself with its horn. It will try to deflect magic, by transforming its horn into a bat, mallet, or hammer, and swatting them. You have to get it to swat itself."
"Well put, take abother 10 points. Now, I have enough Mings for 1 between every 2 of you, so pair up, and I will tell you exactly how you should do this. Alright then, everybody ready. I'm going to take 1 out."
Harry lifted off the cover to reveal 10 Horned Mings.
"If you notice, these creatures are covered with very thick skin, and its hard to penetrate, so we're going to use its weapon against it. First you have to get it to change its horn into something we can use against it. By hittin its horn with a simple spell, it will be forced to use a large hammer. Then send any spell directly at its feet, and if done properly, it will smack itself unconcious. The first spell we will use is 'Mortismash'. After you hit it with that, use anything on it, and you should be able to tackle this thing. Evryone ready?"
A murmur of agreement mixed with nervousness followed.
And with that, they began to work. It did go well, however there were a few injuries. One student shot the spell into the Ming's eye. The Ming turned its horn into a bow and arrow and the student was shot, and taken to the hospital wing.
Other than that however, everybody did well. By the end of the class, 9 Mings were lying on the floor unconscious, having beaten themselves brutally.
"OK class, excellent job. To every pair who tackled the Ming, 5 points, and for homework, I want 5 inches on what makes Mings so dangerous. Class dismissed."
That went fairly well for your first class. Harry though to himself. Such was the case for the entire week, and then his last class of the first week came. First Year Gryffindors.
The bell rang at 2:00 to signal that students had 5 minutes to get to their next class, and students slowly filed into the room. Once everybody has arrived, Harry did as usual, and proceeded with roll call. It was an exceptionally large class, and was relieved to see only 3 names left on the long list of 32.
"Thompson, Jerry."
"Here."
"Vortsimb, Gemma."
"Here."
"Weasley, Minnie."
"Here." Squeked a red-headed, freckled girl from the back of the room.
Harry couldn't believe what he had just read. Mrs. Weasley didn't have any grandchildren, how could there be another Wealey. Unless... No way. Thats not possible, but what other explination was there.
"Umm, excuse me, Minnie, whats your daddies name?"
"Ronald Weasley. Professional Keeper for the Craybolt Crusaders." she said proudly.
The look on his face was of pure shock. How could Ron have a kid and he not now about it.
~~~~~There you have the 3rd chapter. let me know how you think it went please. Read and Review!!!!
Good Friend Remus,
I would most enjoy visiting you, and as a matter of fact, I can do so
this weekend, before the 1st term starts. Let me know if Sunday, July 31, is OK with you.
Once Again,
Harry
After sending the letter, Harry began to think whether or not he really did want to see Lupin again. They had been closest out of all of his oldest friends, because he worked alongside Harry most of the time, but Lupin constantly nagged Harry to get back into touch with Ron and Hermione. This Harry didn't appreciate.
He needed to do things when he was ready, not when people thought he was. Killing giant snakes, and defeating Evil Wizards was easy, because nobody expected it from him. People want Harry to talk to Ron and Hermione, but they don't understand that he can't at this point of his life. He just can't.
6 Days went by without a reply for Remus, and on the Sunay Harry had decided to meet him, Hearthmire returned.
She had a parchment on her leg, which looked quite small. Despite this, he untied it, unrolled it, and began to read.
Harry,
Can't talk now, been busy. Be at my place at 7:00 P.M., and we can talk until you leave. See you then.
Thats all it said. It was weird, but Lupin didn't seem in trouble, so at 6:55, Harry returned to his office, and took out a jar of Floo Powder.
"Apartment 33456, Muggle London" he said into the fire, clearly and with a loud tone.
He stepped in, tucked his elbows to his side, and waited. He spun fast, and it took him longer than normal to arrive, but finally he stepped out of the fire into the house of Remus Lupin.
"Glad you could make it Harry, come have a seat." Lupin told him sitting by the fireplace. Apparently he was waiting for Harry's arrival, but he looked somewhat serious.
"Nice to see you too." Harry took a seat next to Lupin, and picked up a cup of tea Lupin had before him.
"I was very surprised to hear about your new job Harry, congratulations!"
"Thanks, I am just glad I don't have to sit around anymore, I was doing nothing for a year."
"Well, it looks like you'll have plenty to do now. More than just teaching though."
"What, what do you mean 'more than just teaching'?"
"Well, you killed Lord Voldemort, 1 year ago, and rounded up almost all of his Deat Eaters."
"You mean ALL of his Death Eaters."
"See, Harry, thats the thing. Not all were caught. 6 escaped capture, and are now on the loose, and they're looking for revenge. They blame you for the Master's downfall, and look to punish you now. Its good that you're at Hogwarts were you will be most safe, but thats not what I'm worried about.
Harry, I know how hard its been for you to live without friends, or anyone to love for that matter, but these Death Eaters are ruthless, and will do anything to get to you.
I called you over hear to make sure you understand the severity of the situation. I am not telling you not to make friends, I'm just saying that you need to be careful, and choose wisely."
Harry was shocked. He came over expecting to hear Remus lecture him on how he needed to make up with old friends, but what he got was a shock.
"H-h-how did they not get captured. I got everyone Remus, there has to be a mistake!"
"I'm afraid not Harry. The 6 Death Eaters were not very high up on Voldemort's list. They were low-ranking, and not very well trusted. They feel now, that this is their chance to get in his good spirits, because they think they can bring him back."
Harry bore a look of shock, and Remus decided that he had said what he needed to, and now was a good time to change the subject.
The 2 spent about 2 hours discussing lessons, Quiditch, and Remus's future. Being a werewolf, he couldn't exactly aquire a job, so he was living off of a paid vacation given to him by Dumbledore, for working so hard against You-Know-Who.
Harry got back to his office at 11:30, and decided to call it a day then. He awoke early thr next day, and prepared himself until the time for the feast had come.
He was running late as it was, and begun to jog down the steps. AS he reached the corridor which led to the stairs down to the Entrance Hall, he met Peeves the Poltergeist. He was carrying a large vase full of bubotubber puss, and was apparently planning to drop it on the new students.
"Peeves, I hope you're not going to drop that on anybody." Harry told him, outstretching his wand.
"Ehehehehe, Potter wouldn't spoil some first day fun. Peeves is just going to give the cids his own welcome."
"Drop the vase, or suffer the consequences Peeves."
"OH! I see Poopee Potter thinks he can command Peeves because he is a teacher. Well, Professor Poops-a-lot, you will not tell Peeves to do anything. Peeves does what he want."
"I warned you. Fracturo."
An orange beam shot out of Harry's wand, and hit the vase right in the bottom. A large hole appeared, and let out all the puss onto Peeves. Then the hole sealed itself. Peeves through the vase at Harry, then flew away swearing.
"Immobilus!" Harry said, effortlesly, and the vase was frozen in mid-air.
"Dianco!" Harry said again with ease, and the vase zoomed back, and if the spell worked, would land were it belonged.
Harry knew he would be late now, but hurried anyway, and as he opened the doors to the Great Hall, he caught Dumbledore mid-speech.
"... Forest is out-of-bounds." He finished, then smiled, and with a twinkle in his eye, continued.
"Any student caught there will be in serious trouble, if they make it out alive. Now class, here is your knew Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Professor Harry Potter."
Silence fell over the room, and then, with a little help from Dumbledore, the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables began to clap.
Harry walked over to his seat, and watched Dumbledore finish his speech, then the food was served. Harry was so hungry, that he had 4 servings of food before he felt satisfied. Then when the feast was over, he proceeded to his office to find a schedule of classes on his desk.
Monday:
9:00-10:00 Gryffindor 3rd Years
10:00-11:30 Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw 2nd Years
Lunch
1:00-2:00 Slytherin 3rd Years
2:00-3:00 Hufflepuff 2nd Years
There was a similiar schedule like that for every day of the week, and Harry reviewed it a few times, then went to sleep.
He awoke the next morning at 8:45. He realized he was very late, threw on some robes, scarfed down so porrdige, and headed to his classroom, to get his boggart ready. He had decided to teach his 3rd year class, in the same way he was taught, which meant practical lessons. Todays lesson:Horned Mings
1 by 1, students filed into the classroom, and they took seats next to people they knew. When the bell rang at nine o'clock, Harry took roll.
"Ackson, Susan..."
"Here."
"Ambough, Jimothy"
"Right Here."
And this continued until that last name was called. Then Harry began his first official lesson.
"Quills away, wands out. Today we're going to be having a practical lesson, so if you would all be so kind as to follow me, we need to head to a different classroom."
A murmur of excitement shook through the entire class as they rose from there desks, and followed Harry out of the room. They walked in line, until they reached a large room, with a cage, covered by a large towel.
"Now class, in here we have Horned Mings. Can anyone tell me what that is?"
At once a boy's hand shot up into the air, who reminded Harry of Hermione.
"Yes, Formind correct?"
"Yeach, Douglass Formind. A Horned Ming, is an animal who lives mainly in deserts, and it can change the shape of its horn in order to attack you easier."
"Wonderful, 10 points to Gryffindor, and can anyone tell me how to tackle such a creature."
Again Douglass's hand flew into the air, and Harry called him once more.
"Well, you have to get it to stun itself with its horn. It will try to deflect magic, by transforming its horn into a bat, mallet, or hammer, and swatting them. You have to get it to swat itself."
"Well put, take abother 10 points. Now, I have enough Mings for 1 between every 2 of you, so pair up, and I will tell you exactly how you should do this. Alright then, everybody ready. I'm going to take 1 out."
Harry lifted off the cover to reveal 10 Horned Mings.
"If you notice, these creatures are covered with very thick skin, and its hard to penetrate, so we're going to use its weapon against it. First you have to get it to change its horn into something we can use against it. By hittin its horn with a simple spell, it will be forced to use a large hammer. Then send any spell directly at its feet, and if done properly, it will smack itself unconcious. The first spell we will use is 'Mortismash'. After you hit it with that, use anything on it, and you should be able to tackle this thing. Evryone ready?"
A murmur of agreement mixed with nervousness followed.
And with that, they began to work. It did go well, however there were a few injuries. One student shot the spell into the Ming's eye. The Ming turned its horn into a bow and arrow and the student was shot, and taken to the hospital wing.
Other than that however, everybody did well. By the end of the class, 9 Mings were lying on the floor unconscious, having beaten themselves brutally.
"OK class, excellent job. To every pair who tackled the Ming, 5 points, and for homework, I want 5 inches on what makes Mings so dangerous. Class dismissed."
That went fairly well for your first class. Harry though to himself. Such was the case for the entire week, and then his last class of the first week came. First Year Gryffindors.
The bell rang at 2:00 to signal that students had 5 minutes to get to their next class, and students slowly filed into the room. Once everybody has arrived, Harry did as usual, and proceeded with roll call. It was an exceptionally large class, and was relieved to see only 3 names left on the long list of 32.
"Thompson, Jerry."
"Here."
"Vortsimb, Gemma."
"Here."
"Weasley, Minnie."
"Here." Squeked a red-headed, freckled girl from the back of the room.
Harry couldn't believe what he had just read. Mrs. Weasley didn't have any grandchildren, how could there be another Wealey. Unless... No way. Thats not possible, but what other explination was there.
"Umm, excuse me, Minnie, whats your daddies name?"
"Ronald Weasley. Professional Keeper for the Craybolt Crusaders." she said proudly.
The look on his face was of pure shock. How could Ron have a kid and he not now about it.
~~~~~There you have the 3rd chapter. let me know how you think it went please. Read and Review!!!!