Thank you for the wonderful reviews, I think I've got about five or six,
and I couldn't be prouder. Oh, and I keep reading peoples stories asking
not to give flames. What the heck are flames? Can someone please explain it
to me (in a review, please). Thank you kindly, unolimbo.
Enjoy!
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After putting his broom in his dormitory, Harry went down to the Great Hall to wait for his friends.
Cho was already there, surprisingly. Harry walked over to her.
She looked really nervous, and Harry knew it was because she was going to be quizzed on her summer by the people in her house. Harry was going to be quizzed too, but he was used to it; it had been happening for sixteen years. Harry squeezed Cho's shoulder.
"It's going to be okay." "I just don't want to cry during the feast." She said, her voice shaking.
* * * * *
After ten minutes of talking across the room, a few people started to come into the Great Hall.
A few Hufflepuffs; no one Harry or Cho knew.
Soon the Great Hall was half-full, and too loud for Harry and Cho to continue talking. A moment after they gave up, Ron and Hermione walked in with Ginny, Neville, and Luna.
"Harry!" Hermione called. "Where on earth have you been?" She gave him a hug.
"Yeah, mate! Why didn't you come over this summer? The place felt so empty with out you! Is something wrong?" Ron didn't say it like he was worried bout Harry, he said it like Hermione had forced him to.
"I'm really sorry, guys, but I was here all month. Anyway, how was your summer?" He tried to change the subject.
"WHAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" Hermione practically screamed at Harry. Ron looked hurt.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you now, but I promise I will when it quiets down. Okay? It had to do with extra learning. So, as I asked before, how was your summer?"
"Oh, it was okay, Hermione came to stay with us." Harry wasn't listening. He was watching Cho. A group of Ravenclaw girls had come in, and Harry wanted to see how Cho reacted. She looked like she was about to cry, but she held herself back.
"Harry!" Hermione snapped. "Have you been listening to a word Ron said? Oh, you still have a crush on Cho. Well, fine. If she's more important then your friends, then so be it!" She ate the rest of the meal silently.
Ron, on the other hand, didn't seem to care that Harry had ignored him. "So seriously, what did you do this summer? Were you alone here?"
Harry looked around the table to see if anyone was watching, and started. "I wasn't alone, there were all the teachers and Cho, and I've been studying advanced defe-"
"Hey, mate, you didn't say anything about that before. Did anything happen?" Ron looked excited.
'I was telling you that when I was so rudely interrupted." Harry said, exasperatedly. " I studied advance Defence Against the Dark Arts, and some other stuff, and I'm not taking Divination with you this year, sorry.'
"I was talking about Cho, but why aren't you taking Divination?"
Harry smiled. That would be Ron. 'Not telling. It's a secret. And by the way, Hermione, there is no new DADA teacher. It's Dumbledore. He says he wants students to learn how to act when they come in contact with Death Eaters, and he was the best for teaching it. You could've just asked me that in the first place." Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and made a face. They all laughed.
Harry was glad they were back. "I really missed you guys."
Just then, Dumbledore stood up. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. This year will be very different from any other we have had in the past. Every student will be putting 100% into Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and every other class. This is very important. We have changed the course, so it is now loosely based on our knowledge of Voldemort, Death Eaters, and Dememtors."
No matter how many people flinched at Voldemorts name, it was no where near the reaction the dementor remark. Like the ministry, no one believed that the dementors would ever join Voldemort. But Dumbledore believed otherwise.
"As I was saying, I am the new DADA teacher for years four to seven. The teacher for the other four years will be a surprise. Now eat, and be merry!"
Food appeared on the table and Harry was afraid Ron had drowned in it. A few minutes later, Ron emerged from behind his pile.
"I love this stuff." He said, his mouth full, so Harry barely caught what he was saying.
Harry just smiled.
* * * * *
The next day, Harry woke up with his palms sweating.
He had Defence Against the Dark Arts first and second class that morning. Not only that, his first class was with the second year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Harry already knew his timetables, because the entire schools timetables had been written around his. But that didn't make him feel any less nervous.
He hoped Ron didn't notice Harry didn't have a class when they received their timetables at breakfast. Luckily, Ron was focussing solely on his waffles.
"Ugh, Divination." Ron sputtered, his mouth full of waffle and whipped cream.
Harry nodded. He didn't know why, but he really didn't want to tell Ron and Hermione about his teaching classes. He assumed he was just nervous and didn't want them to make fun of him.
"Bye, mate." Harry said, noticing Cho walking out of the front hall, slightly behind a group of Ravenclaw girls who were paying no attention to her whatsoever. Ron didn't even notice when he got up.
"Cho! Over here!" Harry called after he left the Great Hall. She looked up, smiled, and stopped in her tracks. The girls walking in front of her looked over their shoulders and giggled.
"Harry, how are you? Excited for your first class?" she asked.
Harry's stomach did a back flip. He realized again just how nervous he was. "Very nervous." He grinned.
Se smiled back. "You'll do great. I'll see you later, I've got to run!"
She walked away with much more of a bounce in her step.
* * * * *
Felling much better after their talk, Harry walked to his first class. He stood in the front of the classroom and waited for the students to come in.
The first few came in chatting, but stopped abruptly and blushed when they saw Harry. "Sorry, we must be in the wrong class."
"No," Harry laughed, "You're in the right place."
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Well, there was chapter 4. Sorry it took so long, but I was in NYC for my long weekend, and I had absolutely no contact with computers for four days! Ok, before I went, I took OotP out from the library. I hadn't read it since august, and I noticed something: HARRY IS A ***HOLE!!!! Well, because I realized that my character of Harry is actually completely out of character, I am going to write a second (or is it third?) fan fiction about his sixth year. I tried one in my notebook about him when he was older, but I couln't come up with anything good or interesting, or basically anything. I used almost ten pages of my notebook before I gave up!
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After putting his broom in his dormitory, Harry went down to the Great Hall to wait for his friends.
Cho was already there, surprisingly. Harry walked over to her.
She looked really nervous, and Harry knew it was because she was going to be quizzed on her summer by the people in her house. Harry was going to be quizzed too, but he was used to it; it had been happening for sixteen years. Harry squeezed Cho's shoulder.
"It's going to be okay." "I just don't want to cry during the feast." She said, her voice shaking.
* * * * *
After ten minutes of talking across the room, a few people started to come into the Great Hall.
A few Hufflepuffs; no one Harry or Cho knew.
Soon the Great Hall was half-full, and too loud for Harry and Cho to continue talking. A moment after they gave up, Ron and Hermione walked in with Ginny, Neville, and Luna.
"Harry!" Hermione called. "Where on earth have you been?" She gave him a hug.
"Yeah, mate! Why didn't you come over this summer? The place felt so empty with out you! Is something wrong?" Ron didn't say it like he was worried bout Harry, he said it like Hermione had forced him to.
"I'm really sorry, guys, but I was here all month. Anyway, how was your summer?" He tried to change the subject.
"WHAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" Hermione practically screamed at Harry. Ron looked hurt.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you now, but I promise I will when it quiets down. Okay? It had to do with extra learning. So, as I asked before, how was your summer?"
"Oh, it was okay, Hermione came to stay with us." Harry wasn't listening. He was watching Cho. A group of Ravenclaw girls had come in, and Harry wanted to see how Cho reacted. She looked like she was about to cry, but she held herself back.
"Harry!" Hermione snapped. "Have you been listening to a word Ron said? Oh, you still have a crush on Cho. Well, fine. If she's more important then your friends, then so be it!" She ate the rest of the meal silently.
Ron, on the other hand, didn't seem to care that Harry had ignored him. "So seriously, what did you do this summer? Were you alone here?"
Harry looked around the table to see if anyone was watching, and started. "I wasn't alone, there were all the teachers and Cho, and I've been studying advanced defe-"
"Hey, mate, you didn't say anything about that before. Did anything happen?" Ron looked excited.
'I was telling you that when I was so rudely interrupted." Harry said, exasperatedly. " I studied advance Defence Against the Dark Arts, and some other stuff, and I'm not taking Divination with you this year, sorry.'
"I was talking about Cho, but why aren't you taking Divination?"
Harry smiled. That would be Ron. 'Not telling. It's a secret. And by the way, Hermione, there is no new DADA teacher. It's Dumbledore. He says he wants students to learn how to act when they come in contact with Death Eaters, and he was the best for teaching it. You could've just asked me that in the first place." Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and made a face. They all laughed.
Harry was glad they were back. "I really missed you guys."
Just then, Dumbledore stood up. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. This year will be very different from any other we have had in the past. Every student will be putting 100% into Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and every other class. This is very important. We have changed the course, so it is now loosely based on our knowledge of Voldemort, Death Eaters, and Dememtors."
No matter how many people flinched at Voldemorts name, it was no where near the reaction the dementor remark. Like the ministry, no one believed that the dementors would ever join Voldemort. But Dumbledore believed otherwise.
"As I was saying, I am the new DADA teacher for years four to seven. The teacher for the other four years will be a surprise. Now eat, and be merry!"
Food appeared on the table and Harry was afraid Ron had drowned in it. A few minutes later, Ron emerged from behind his pile.
"I love this stuff." He said, his mouth full, so Harry barely caught what he was saying.
Harry just smiled.
* * * * *
The next day, Harry woke up with his palms sweating.
He had Defence Against the Dark Arts first and second class that morning. Not only that, his first class was with the second year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Harry already knew his timetables, because the entire schools timetables had been written around his. But that didn't make him feel any less nervous.
He hoped Ron didn't notice Harry didn't have a class when they received their timetables at breakfast. Luckily, Ron was focussing solely on his waffles.
"Ugh, Divination." Ron sputtered, his mouth full of waffle and whipped cream.
Harry nodded. He didn't know why, but he really didn't want to tell Ron and Hermione about his teaching classes. He assumed he was just nervous and didn't want them to make fun of him.
"Bye, mate." Harry said, noticing Cho walking out of the front hall, slightly behind a group of Ravenclaw girls who were paying no attention to her whatsoever. Ron didn't even notice when he got up.
"Cho! Over here!" Harry called after he left the Great Hall. She looked up, smiled, and stopped in her tracks. The girls walking in front of her looked over their shoulders and giggled.
"Harry, how are you? Excited for your first class?" she asked.
Harry's stomach did a back flip. He realized again just how nervous he was. "Very nervous." He grinned.
Se smiled back. "You'll do great. I'll see you later, I've got to run!"
She walked away with much more of a bounce in her step.
* * * * *
Felling much better after their talk, Harry walked to his first class. He stood in the front of the classroom and waited for the students to come in.
The first few came in chatting, but stopped abruptly and blushed when they saw Harry. "Sorry, we must be in the wrong class."
"No," Harry laughed, "You're in the right place."
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Well, there was chapter 4. Sorry it took so long, but I was in NYC for my long weekend, and I had absolutely no contact with computers for four days! Ok, before I went, I took OotP out from the library. I hadn't read it since august, and I noticed something: HARRY IS A ***HOLE!!!! Well, because I realized that my character of Harry is actually completely out of character, I am going to write a second (or is it third?) fan fiction about his sixth year. I tried one in my notebook about him when he was older, but I couln't come up with anything good or interesting, or basically anything. I used almost ten pages of my notebook before I gave up!