Chapter Five-Classes Begin
The two eleven year olds ran through the halls, as they headed towards their Transfiguration class. Busting through the doors they let out a sigh of relief. Steffi, who sat in the second row next to another Gryffindor girl looked back at her two newly acquired friends and shook her head with a smirk.
"That was close," Harry Weasly said. Alex nodded as he made his way next to Steffi.
"Professor McGonagall would probably have our heads if…" suddenly the cat that had been sitting on the desk jumped off, transforming into a human, into Professor McGonagall.
"It's like watching your father's all over again. You got lost," she said to them, it was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes ma'am," Alex said sitting down directly in front of his brother, who was snickering with a couple of Slytherins.
"Well sit down, we are to begin. Do try to be on time from now on." She said curtly.
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The Potions Dungeon was dark and creepy, smoking cauldrons all around the room as the students sat at the desks. The door busted open as Severus Snape swooped into the room, dressed from head to toe in black. An annoyed look on his face as he stood in front of the class.
"There will be no foolish wand waving or sill incantations. Now, you will learn Potions in this class, you will learn important parts of life. If you pay attention, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind, ensnare the sense, bottle glory, brew fame and even put a stopper in death," he said looking around, and rolled his eyes when he saw his grandson writing things down.
"ALEX!" He bit. The small boy jumped and looked up, he blushed and began to pay attention.
"Now, for those of you who are prepared for this, I want you to understand exactly what you shall be doing. I gave you all a reading assignment over the summer, let's see who actually did it. Miss Cranston, tell me what I would get if I add powdered root of asphodel and infusion of wormwood?" The girl thought for a moment.
"A very powerful sleeping potion called Draught of the Living Dead," she said. He smiled.
"Excellent, five points to Gryffindors. Mr. Snape, Jamie Snape, tell me what is the difference between wolfsbane and monkshood?" He watched his grandson.
"I don't know," the boy said quietly. Severus scowled and noticed his other grandson had his hand raised.
"Alex, perhaps you can correct your brother," he said looking at both boys. Jamie scowling as Alex smiled.
"They are the same thing, another name is… um, aconite, right?" He said. Severus nodded.
"Very good Alex, five points to Gryffindor, five points from Slytherin. Perhaps it would do you well Jamie to read what you are given over the summer," he said staring at the boy who simply scowled back.
"We shall continue, somebody tell me where to find a bezoar?" He said as he watched Slytherin and Gryffindor's hands raised.
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"I don't care that was completely uncalled for. He's Slytherin's head, not Gryffindors, he gave the twenty points by the end of class, and gave us ten!" Jamie yelled as he stalked through the halls towards his next class. Patrick and Freddy on both sides talking to him, Alex walked by with Steffi and Harry by his side.
"Watch your back Alex!" Jamie bit towards his brother. Alex turned around and stuck his tongue out, then continued walking. Harry was standing just outside his door and saw this interaction between his sons. The students quickly filed in. Harry suddenly grabbed Jamie's arm, stopping him.
"Don't tread on thin ice your first day back, with your grandfather or me. You've got your mother's class next, and if I hear one bad remark about your behavior you will be sorry, do I make myself clear," he warned his young son.
"Yeah, whatever," Jamie said. Harry let him go but didn't stop looking at him in annoyance. Harry smiled softly, allowing memories from his own first days of school to come flooding back and he sighed and stood in front of the class.
"Now, before we begin, I've got one question, how many of you actually read your assignment this summer?" He watched four or five hands raise, including Alex.
"Well for those of you, who did, add five points to your house, because it was your first test. What you read is nothing of importance. In fact as first years your not even required to read it, so for those of you who didn't read it, give yourselves five points as well, you were lazy enough to know better. In this class you do not get graded on which house your in, nor will you be getting tests very often. You will rarely be taking notes, so please put the quills, parchment and books back where you found them. You will be given to large reports during the year, the rest of the time you will have small homework assignments and in class projects that may last anywhere form the full two hours to a week. Normally I would start first years out with simple projects and then go from there. However, I don't have the time and sadly you guys don't have much time either, so we're going to start where I started my third and fourth year. Trust me you are more prepared for it than I am, because I'm sure by now that you've all heard the rumors of me being the longest standing DADA teacher so far. The rumor is true. I went through five different teachers during my seven years in this school. So, we're starting with hard stuff. And as your first assignment I want you all to research as much as you can about werewolves, Boggarts and The Dark Lord and then write a report about one of the three subjects. You must research them all, however you only have to chose one to do the report on. Those are due the day before you leave, so please have them prepared. Now onto the lesson." The students were watching him wide eyes as Harry took down a jar of three spiders. He wasn't surprised to see his god-son Harry Weasley jump back slightly.
"Your father still afraid of spiders Weasley?" Harry asked gently. The young red head looked up at him and nodded.
"Tell me Mr. Weasley what is your middle name, seeing as my first name is Harry it might get very confusing for you."
"Charlie sir," he said. Harry nodded.
"I thought so. Do you mind if I call you Charlie?"
"No sir, most of my friends do," Harry's brow furrowed as he took out his wand.
"Does your father?"
"Yes sir," Harry felt a pang of guilt.
"All right class, we're making it simple in here, you can call me Potter, Snape or Harry. I answer to all or either. I am a Potter, I am a Snape and my first name is Harold. So now let's get down to business. Now technically I'm not supposed to teach you these sort of things for a couple years, however seeing as my seventh year class in now on some of the high curses and on other dangerous things, I don't see any harm, since they started exactly where you're about to start. So can anyone tell me what I mean when I say Unforgivable?" Harry asked. A hand rose.
"You, what's your name?" He asked. Looking at the short stubby boy that reminded him of Neville Longbottom.
"Gregory Peterson sir," he whispered.
"Please, call me anything but sir, I'm now where as old as my father and people only call him sir when they're in trouble," he said smiling as the class laughed and chuckled.
"Okay Gregory, tell me what I mean when I say that."
"The Unforgivable Curses?" he said hesitantly. Harry nodded.
"What house are you in son?"
"Ravenclaw."
"Ten points to Ravenclaw. Very good. Now, someone tell me what the Unforgivable Curses are," he said, he smiled as hands began to rose, more and more each time.
"Excellent, Steffi," he called.
"They are curses that often result in time in Azkaban Prison or death."
"Good, someone name one," he said getting excited as his students did as well.
"Imperius Curse," A Slytherin called out.
"Excellent, ten points, what is it?" He asked.
"Alex," he called.
"You have absolutely no control over your body."
"Excellent," Harry lifted a spider from the jar and held it in his hand.
"Imperio," he said, instantly the spider went limp.
"Dance," he commanded, and instantly the spider began to dance.
"Jump," he watched the spider jump. The class was chuckling.
"Don't laugh it's not funny. It's a horrible curse, I spent a good part of my fourth year trying to overcome that curse. It was very hard. Your brain tells you whatever it is your being forced to do is wrong, but your brain no longer has control. Terrible things can happen, you can basically kill yourself and not want to. It's like standing outside a window and watching your body do these things that it shouldn't do."
"How long does it last?" One student asked.
"Good question, Amber?" He said looking at her, she nodded. "Very good question. The curse can last forever, or it can last for a certain length of time, it all depends on who is putting you under the curse. Anyone else know a curse?"
"Craticus curse," one student Slytherin called.
"Yes," Harry said his mind wandering quickly. Seeing his father lying on the ground as Voldemort continued to hail him with the Craticus curse.
"Professor," Steffi said, bringing Harry back. Harry shook his head and looked at the girl.
"Sorry guys."
"The Craticus Curse was very popular when I was in school, and before then. During the reign of the Dark Lord, now there is something I going to tell you about the Craticus Curse, it sucks!" He said.
"It's the introduction of pain. No one even has to touch you. For instance I could walk over to Alex and smack him that pain would be nothing compared to what you might feel while you're under that curse. It turns your entire body into painful knots. Everything tenses, the screams are endless and the pain is worse."
"Can it kill you?" Freddy Riddle asked.
"No, but believe me, by the time that curse is finished you'll wish you were dead."
"There's one more, anyone," he watched his son's hand raise and Harry looked at him.
"Jamie," he said.
"Avada Kedavra," he said. Harry looked into the boy's eyes.
FLASBACK
Flames surrounded Harry, as he lay withering in pain, his entire left leg was bloody. Harry's eyes were watering as they drifted towards another figure on the floor, which looked dead. There were Death Eaters everywhere, dead or unconscious. He began to scream, as he watched curses continued to be thrown between still living Death Eaters and some Aurors. Mad Eye Moody stood only feet away, throwing every known curse at the Dark Lord. Harry tried to keep his eyes open, his mind aware, but the pain radiating from his body was blinding, and it was sending him nearly over the edge.
There was a scream, another one, two more, and in horror his eyes watched as Lupin feel to the ground. He knew instantly he was not dead, but injured, possibly mortally.
He pushed himself up slowly, even through the pain and began to move, the fire licking the back of his neck. Determined to get to his father he cried out. He tried to shift into his animal, his wolf, but was relieved at what happened next.
He watched a large dog pounced over the body of his father. Barking loudly, as though yelling don't touch the body, just as Voldemort approached Severus.
"Get away from him you bastard!" Lupin yelled getting up, his left hand trying desperately to stop the blood flowing from his right arm. Harry could see how shaky Lupin was on his feet.
"Traitor!" Yelled Voldemort, pointing his wand at Severus' helpless form. The dog pounced on Voldemort knocking him down to the ground.
A pair of arms wrapped around Harry's body, beginning to pull him away from the flames and his father, suddenly he felt pain ripped through his head as another pair of arms descended upon him. He could feel the burning.
"NO!" He screamed loudly, he shook his head.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Someone yelled, and suddenly he saw the bright green light. Then everything went dark.
END OF FLASHBACK
"DAD!" Alex yelled as his father became pale white, his knuckles clenched, his breath raspy.
"Dad!" Jamie yelled.
"Someone go get Professor Snape or Dumbledore!" Steffi yelled as Harry continued gasping and fell to the ground.
"Dad!" Alex yelled as he skidded to a stop by his son unconscious father.
Jamie ran all the way to the dungeons, where he burst through the door.
"Jamie, do you mind?" Severus bit.
"It's dad! He just fainted!" Jamie yelled. Snape looked at him.
"Demi, you're in charge," he then followed his grandson upstairs towards Harry's classroom.
"Harry!" He yelled as he entered the room. Harry was just starting to wake up as he knelt beside his son.
"Back up, back up," Severus growled, as he slowly allowed his son to prop himself up against his chest.
"Alex, go get the Headmaster and Dr. Caden," Severus said. Alex nodded and ran off.
"Harry, Harry, come on son," he whispered, gently tapping the boy's face.
"What happened?" He asked.
"We were talking about curses, the unforgivable and we got to Ava…" Severus held up his hand.
"He had a flashback, Jesus kid, I though you didn't have these anymore," Severus said looking at his wayward son.
"Not usually," Harry whispered.
"Are you okay?" Severus asked gently.
"Headache," he said touching his scar.
"I bet you do, did you eat anything this morning?"
"No," Harry said.
"Severus, what's going on?" Dumbledore asked.
"We're fine Albus, however, perhaps we could find something for these students to do, as my son is in no shape to continue teaching today," Severus said as he helped his son sit down in the chair.
"Of course," Dumbledore said.
"Professor Potter," Steffi said looking at him.
"Yes," Harry said tiredly.
"I hope you feel better, and I really like your class," she said. He smiled.
"Thanks," A few minutes later Harry allowed his father to lead him out of the class, while Dumbledore calmly covered for the class.
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"What exactly happened?" Severus asked as Lea walked towards Harry and placed a cold cloth to his head. He hissed in pain and then sighed.
"I had a flashback."
"From?" Severus asked. Suddenly the door burst open and Hermione made her way in.
"Harry?" She looked worried beyond reason. He got up and held her close.
"It's okay honey, I'm fine," he said softly.
"On the contrary, I think you are far from fine. You fainted in class. What was the flashback from Harry?" Severus asked as Harry sat down, his wife beside him on the arm of the chair.
"The day Voldemort was defeated, seventeen years ago."
"All right, Hermione, take him back to your quarters and get him some rest, make sure he eats dinner," she smiled and nodded.
"Come on honey," she said softly. They left slowly as Lea came back in and handed her husband a glass of wine.
"You're a bear," she whispered.
"I am not, I'm worried." He said.
"No you're an over protective mama bear. Poor Harry doesn't know what to think. Give him time Severus, he's as scared as you are. It brings up memories good and bad." Severus nodded.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I know," she said smiling.