Well, I lied. I really don't care how many review I get to post another
chapter..but they do raise my self esteem.
I'm sorry if this chapter is a little boring.I don't really know until I
read it from my note book.lets see.no, its not bad. A little fluffy, but
most of my stuff is anyway.
Here goes!
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The next day, Harry was woken up by a tapping on the window.
Harry was just about to get up to make it stop when he heard Cho move.
"Harry, it's for you."
"Thanks." He said, and pulled the letter off the owl's leg.
Dear Mr. Potter:
I know you are sure that defeating You-Know-Who is your destiny. Professor Dumbledore believes it too, so you and Ms. Chang are to come to Hogwarts as soon as possible. Please send an owl if you cannot get here.
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Head Mistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"Cho! We get to go back to school early!"
"When?" Cho asked. "Tomorrow! Today! As soon as possible!" Harry flopped onto the bed, nearly squashing Cho. She gave a little shriek and jumped out of the way, but smiled.
Harry was so happy he could scream, too.
That evening, they set off for Hogwarts. They had spent the day packing, listening to Uncle Vernon mutter "Good riddance" under his breath.
"Thank you for having me, Mrs. Dursley." Cho said politely.
Aunt Petunia squeezed her lips into a thin line. Her eyes were darting around to the neighboring houses, making sure none of the neighbors was watching as Harry and Cho mounted their brooms and Hedwig hovered beside Harry's head, hooting that she wanted to go.
They pushed off the ground, and were flying far above the city.
"How does it feel to be back on your broom?" Cho yelled to Harry, smiling.
Harry almost did a loop the loop before he realized his trunk was tied to his broom. "Amazing!"
* * * * *
"Aah, Harry, Cho, good to see you. You are well I hope? Come, we have much to talk about!" Professor McGonagall looked as if she was trying to be friends with them. It was very strange.
She rushed them into the Great Hall, where they were fed more food then they'd seen all summer.
Harry looked at Cho and saw her picking at her food, looking like she was going to cry again.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, forgetting that his mouth was full.
"Oh, it's just, well, this is my last year, and my parents won't see me graduate. They won't see me get my first job, or get married. They won't see me with children, or any of the other things parents are supposed to do."
Her eyes got shiny, and Harry could see a few tears falling down her cheeks.
"Cho, it's okay." That was all he could say. He couldn't say they would turn up, or that she would get over it. He had to be careful what he said, he didn't want her to hate him again.
Harry was worried. This year was going to be hard on Cho, she wasn't going to have any friends in her house.
Harry also thought about his year. He knew this was going to be a year to remember, not only for him. Voldemort was going to do a lot of damage, and this was the year Harry was going to bring him down.
The next morning, Harry was to start his new lessons.
"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall was not trying to be friends anymore. "You will be taking a course on animagi, a course on apparation, and an advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts course. Oh yes, and you will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to the first, second, and third year students. If you are willing, of course."
Harry stared at her. Him? Teaching a class? Impossible!
"Please, Mr. Potter, close your mouth and answer me. Will you teach the class?"
Harry finally managed to ask her why.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore is teaching the course for the fourth to seventh year students, and he is a very busy man, as the headmaster. We couldn't find a new teacher. It seems that all the wizards and witches who would be qualified think the course is jinxed. Which is impossible, of course. You can't put a jinx on a classroom! It's preposterous! Anyway, Professor Dumbledore thought that you would be best to teach the course. You will drop all unnecessary courses, such as Divination and Astronomy, and you will teach your six classes first thing every morning. Do you understand?"
"But Professor, I don't know how to teach!"
"Harry," She looked serious, sad, almost. "You have been through so many experiences that make you fit to teach this course. We want these children to learn how to act around You-Know-Who, not pixies. They should be able to face their worst fear. You are one of the few people who have survived an encounter with You-Know-Who. We want to raise those numbers. That means that the only people qualified to teach this course right now are Dumbledore and you.
"Besides, you could use some experience working. Yes, you have money in Gringotts, but that won't last forever, and you don't have anyone else to support you. Speaking of which, you will be paid a teachers wages for your work. Now, you'd better go start your lesson plan, you are not going to have very much time in the next few weeks!"
She shooed him out of her office. Harry stood there, stunned. Him? A teacher? He wasn't even out of school! He wasn't good enough. But maybe he was. Dumbledore thought he was, and Harry trusted his judgement. That was good enough for Harry.
He walked to the library, where he would find the books he wanted to use. Cho wsa there reading.
"Hey, Harry! Done already?"
Harry sat down beside her. He was still in shock. "They want me to teach a class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. For the first to third years."
"Harry! That's amazing!"
"Yeah, and they want me to take an advanced DADA course, an animagi course, AND an apparation course this summer, and every night when school starts. Oh, when school starts, don't tell any one, ok?"
"Sure, as long as you don't tell anyone about my parents." She looked like she was going to cry again, but held herself back. Harry knew this was a big step, and smiled at her.
Harry spent the rest of the summer reading in the library, playing quiddich, or working on his lessons. They had no curfew, which was good. They went up to the astronomy tower almost every night and looked at the stars.
But Harry was still worried. He couldn't settle until he knew what was happening with Voldemort. Who was he going to attack next? How could Harry stop him? All Harry knew was what he was doing on April 30. And he knew a lot would happen between now and then.
Suddenly, it was September first. Ron and Hermione would be here in a few hours, and they would be asking questions.
Harry sighed. He didn't want school to start. His lessons would be cut bak dramatically, and he wouldn't learn as much. When it came to Voldemort, Harry didn't think Potions or Herbology would help much.
Harry grabbed his broom and flew above the school. He watched as the train pulled into the Hogwarts station on the other side of the forest. He watched as the students loaded into carriages, and he saw them pull closer to the school.
Just then, he realized Cho was beside him on her broom.
"We really should go back down now, Harry."
"Yeah, Cho, can you see the carriages down there?"
"Yes."
"Do you see what is pulling them?"
"No." She looked at him skeptically.
"Good. Pray you never do."
And he flew down to the front doors.
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Well, that was chapter 3. You like? I quite enjoyed it, myself. Now, I just have to find time to type up the rest of my story.. This could be a greater challenge then it sounds. I did the first three chapters in one day. -emma (unolimbo)
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The next day, Harry was woken up by a tapping on the window.
Harry was just about to get up to make it stop when he heard Cho move.
"Harry, it's for you."
"Thanks." He said, and pulled the letter off the owl's leg.
Dear Mr. Potter:
I know you are sure that defeating You-Know-Who is your destiny. Professor Dumbledore believes it too, so you and Ms. Chang are to come to Hogwarts as soon as possible. Please send an owl if you cannot get here.
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Head Mistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"Cho! We get to go back to school early!"
"When?" Cho asked. "Tomorrow! Today! As soon as possible!" Harry flopped onto the bed, nearly squashing Cho. She gave a little shriek and jumped out of the way, but smiled.
Harry was so happy he could scream, too.
That evening, they set off for Hogwarts. They had spent the day packing, listening to Uncle Vernon mutter "Good riddance" under his breath.
"Thank you for having me, Mrs. Dursley." Cho said politely.
Aunt Petunia squeezed her lips into a thin line. Her eyes were darting around to the neighboring houses, making sure none of the neighbors was watching as Harry and Cho mounted their brooms and Hedwig hovered beside Harry's head, hooting that she wanted to go.
They pushed off the ground, and were flying far above the city.
"How does it feel to be back on your broom?" Cho yelled to Harry, smiling.
Harry almost did a loop the loop before he realized his trunk was tied to his broom. "Amazing!"
* * * * *
"Aah, Harry, Cho, good to see you. You are well I hope? Come, we have much to talk about!" Professor McGonagall looked as if she was trying to be friends with them. It was very strange.
She rushed them into the Great Hall, where they were fed more food then they'd seen all summer.
Harry looked at Cho and saw her picking at her food, looking like she was going to cry again.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, forgetting that his mouth was full.
"Oh, it's just, well, this is my last year, and my parents won't see me graduate. They won't see me get my first job, or get married. They won't see me with children, or any of the other things parents are supposed to do."
Her eyes got shiny, and Harry could see a few tears falling down her cheeks.
"Cho, it's okay." That was all he could say. He couldn't say they would turn up, or that she would get over it. He had to be careful what he said, he didn't want her to hate him again.
Harry was worried. This year was going to be hard on Cho, she wasn't going to have any friends in her house.
Harry also thought about his year. He knew this was going to be a year to remember, not only for him. Voldemort was going to do a lot of damage, and this was the year Harry was going to bring him down.
The next morning, Harry was to start his new lessons.
"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall was not trying to be friends anymore. "You will be taking a course on animagi, a course on apparation, and an advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts course. Oh yes, and you will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to the first, second, and third year students. If you are willing, of course."
Harry stared at her. Him? Teaching a class? Impossible!
"Please, Mr. Potter, close your mouth and answer me. Will you teach the class?"
Harry finally managed to ask her why.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore is teaching the course for the fourth to seventh year students, and he is a very busy man, as the headmaster. We couldn't find a new teacher. It seems that all the wizards and witches who would be qualified think the course is jinxed. Which is impossible, of course. You can't put a jinx on a classroom! It's preposterous! Anyway, Professor Dumbledore thought that you would be best to teach the course. You will drop all unnecessary courses, such as Divination and Astronomy, and you will teach your six classes first thing every morning. Do you understand?"
"But Professor, I don't know how to teach!"
"Harry," She looked serious, sad, almost. "You have been through so many experiences that make you fit to teach this course. We want these children to learn how to act around You-Know-Who, not pixies. They should be able to face their worst fear. You are one of the few people who have survived an encounter with You-Know-Who. We want to raise those numbers. That means that the only people qualified to teach this course right now are Dumbledore and you.
"Besides, you could use some experience working. Yes, you have money in Gringotts, but that won't last forever, and you don't have anyone else to support you. Speaking of which, you will be paid a teachers wages for your work. Now, you'd better go start your lesson plan, you are not going to have very much time in the next few weeks!"
She shooed him out of her office. Harry stood there, stunned. Him? A teacher? He wasn't even out of school! He wasn't good enough. But maybe he was. Dumbledore thought he was, and Harry trusted his judgement. That was good enough for Harry.
He walked to the library, where he would find the books he wanted to use. Cho wsa there reading.
"Hey, Harry! Done already?"
Harry sat down beside her. He was still in shock. "They want me to teach a class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. For the first to third years."
"Harry! That's amazing!"
"Yeah, and they want me to take an advanced DADA course, an animagi course, AND an apparation course this summer, and every night when school starts. Oh, when school starts, don't tell any one, ok?"
"Sure, as long as you don't tell anyone about my parents." She looked like she was going to cry again, but held herself back. Harry knew this was a big step, and smiled at her.
Harry spent the rest of the summer reading in the library, playing quiddich, or working on his lessons. They had no curfew, which was good. They went up to the astronomy tower almost every night and looked at the stars.
But Harry was still worried. He couldn't settle until he knew what was happening with Voldemort. Who was he going to attack next? How could Harry stop him? All Harry knew was what he was doing on April 30. And he knew a lot would happen between now and then.
Suddenly, it was September first. Ron and Hermione would be here in a few hours, and they would be asking questions.
Harry sighed. He didn't want school to start. His lessons would be cut bak dramatically, and he wouldn't learn as much. When it came to Voldemort, Harry didn't think Potions or Herbology would help much.
Harry grabbed his broom and flew above the school. He watched as the train pulled into the Hogwarts station on the other side of the forest. He watched as the students loaded into carriages, and he saw them pull closer to the school.
Just then, he realized Cho was beside him on her broom.
"We really should go back down now, Harry."
"Yeah, Cho, can you see the carriages down there?"
"Yes."
"Do you see what is pulling them?"
"No." She looked at him skeptically.
"Good. Pray you never do."
And he flew down to the front doors.
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Well, that was chapter 3. You like? I quite enjoyed it, myself. Now, I just have to find time to type up the rest of my story.. This could be a greater challenge then it sounds. I did the first three chapters in one day. -emma (unolimbo)