Chapter 7
Harry worried about his first lesson; he had no idea whatsoever what he was going to talk about. Maybe, the Rise of Voldemort? No, he thought, maybe for the second years, but definitely the second years, they had the right to know. Maybe, a boggart? No, third years. Flipendo! Exactly, and lumos, that's very useful. Incendio, that another good one.
Harry was ready for his lesson, the only thing that really distracted him was Cho.
"Hello Harry!" Cho yelled as Harry was going into his office.
"Hey Cho!" Cho walked over to him.
"Wow, you have your own office?"
"Yeah, comes in handy. We're using it for the DA meetings. What do you think, 1st and 2nd years together then the rest of us together?"
"Yeah, that's good. If you need any help, just talk to me. See you at lunch!"
"Bye sweetie!" Harry said, and was just about to kiss her when about thirty excited 1st years came into his room.
"Bye!" Cho said.
The first class was a Gryffindor-Syltherin class. They all looked eager. Great, Harry thought, Gryffindor and Syltherin.
"Hi, um, I'm Professor Potter, I mean Harry Potter, and I'll be you Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the next two years."
A hand shot up in the air, like Hermione's did when she wanted to answer something.
"Yes, and you are?"
"Amanda Brown, Lavender Brown's sister, you know her?" She had dark chocolate brown hair, and bright blue eyes.
"Yeah."
"I was wonder, two things, actually. First, Why are you staying for only two years?"
"Well, I would really love to become an Auror, I dunno, it's interesting, and I love DADA."
"And who was that girl you were starting to kiss when we came in?"
"I think that's my business, excuse me." He turned red. "Now, I'm not an expert on this kinda thing, so, I want to open a discussion on Lord Voldemort." The class flinched. "I know you're not comfortable with that name yet, but I want you to know the truth about him. Yes?" A Syltherin boy with greasy bleach-blonde hair put his hand up casually.
"You do know we're only 11, isn't that kind of young to be talking about this?"
"Excuse me, your name is?"
"Sevilin Malfoy, Draco's cousin." "Who is the teacher here?"
"You are, but obviously not educated enough for this job."
"8 points from Syltherin for talking back to a teacher. Now, let's begin the lesson. I really don't like you to read the entire time like my Professor did last year, so. Our discussion."
Harry went on about Voldemort and what he had done. The students were quite interested.
"How did you mange to block the Death Spell?" a red haired Gryffindor asked, called Jenny.
"Well, according to Professor Dumbledore, I managed to block it because my mother died for me." The bell rang. "Homework! Write, um, a little paragraph on what you know on the Dark Arts, due next class. Goodbye!"
"Um, Mr. Potter, can I ask you something?"
"Sure! What's your name?"
"Lesile Hattoks. C-can I h-have you're a-autograph?" She said, meekly.
"Sure! I'll get some-"
"I have a picture!" There was a picture of Harry, smiling and waving. Harry signed it.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter!"
"We're not in class anymore, call me Harry!" She walked out of the room, face bright red.
Harry worried about his first lesson; he had no idea whatsoever what he was going to talk about. Maybe, the Rise of Voldemort? No, he thought, maybe for the second years, but definitely the second years, they had the right to know. Maybe, a boggart? No, third years. Flipendo! Exactly, and lumos, that's very useful. Incendio, that another good one.
Harry was ready for his lesson, the only thing that really distracted him was Cho.
"Hello Harry!" Cho yelled as Harry was going into his office.
"Hey Cho!" Cho walked over to him.
"Wow, you have your own office?"
"Yeah, comes in handy. We're using it for the DA meetings. What do you think, 1st and 2nd years together then the rest of us together?"
"Yeah, that's good. If you need any help, just talk to me. See you at lunch!"
"Bye sweetie!" Harry said, and was just about to kiss her when about thirty excited 1st years came into his room.
"Bye!" Cho said.
The first class was a Gryffindor-Syltherin class. They all looked eager. Great, Harry thought, Gryffindor and Syltherin.
"Hi, um, I'm Professor Potter, I mean Harry Potter, and I'll be you Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the next two years."
A hand shot up in the air, like Hermione's did when she wanted to answer something.
"Yes, and you are?"
"Amanda Brown, Lavender Brown's sister, you know her?" She had dark chocolate brown hair, and bright blue eyes.
"Yeah."
"I was wonder, two things, actually. First, Why are you staying for only two years?"
"Well, I would really love to become an Auror, I dunno, it's interesting, and I love DADA."
"And who was that girl you were starting to kiss when we came in?"
"I think that's my business, excuse me." He turned red. "Now, I'm not an expert on this kinda thing, so, I want to open a discussion on Lord Voldemort." The class flinched. "I know you're not comfortable with that name yet, but I want you to know the truth about him. Yes?" A Syltherin boy with greasy bleach-blonde hair put his hand up casually.
"You do know we're only 11, isn't that kind of young to be talking about this?"
"Excuse me, your name is?"
"Sevilin Malfoy, Draco's cousin." "Who is the teacher here?"
"You are, but obviously not educated enough for this job."
"8 points from Syltherin for talking back to a teacher. Now, let's begin the lesson. I really don't like you to read the entire time like my Professor did last year, so. Our discussion."
Harry went on about Voldemort and what he had done. The students were quite interested.
"How did you mange to block the Death Spell?" a red haired Gryffindor asked, called Jenny.
"Well, according to Professor Dumbledore, I managed to block it because my mother died for me." The bell rang. "Homework! Write, um, a little paragraph on what you know on the Dark Arts, due next class. Goodbye!"
"Um, Mr. Potter, can I ask you something?"
"Sure! What's your name?"
"Lesile Hattoks. C-can I h-have you're a-autograph?" She said, meekly.
"Sure! I'll get some-"
"I have a picture!" There was a picture of Harry, smiling and waving. Harry signed it.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter!"
"We're not in class anymore, call me Harry!" She walked out of the room, face bright red.