Here it is chapter five! Now, as all those faithful to the unolimbo legacy
should know (even if I am not a legacy, which I am not, it would be really,
really cool if you just played along) that I am not going to post chapter
six until I have at least fifteen reviews. At this moment, I have nine. It
is getting closer! Oh, and I will make this a cliffhanger to make sure you
really want it.aren't I evil? I think so. Yet I am only going to the first
level of hell! Speaking of which, go to www.4degreez.com and scroll down to
the bottom of the personality disorder test to take the Dante's inferno
test. It will tell you to which level of hell you are going! (not
recommended for young children)
'nyways, I hope you all enjoy chapter five, because I really should be
writing my two essays on the Jade Peony (worst book ever, apologies to
Wayson Choy) but I'm doing all this for you people instead!!!!!!! By the
way, if my writing style seems kind of weird, it's because I'm in the
process of writing my thing on the Jade Peony at the same time, and I have
to make it sound like he wrote it..imitating two different authors at the
same time is very difficult!
JkReviewer, I'm sorry, but I like to get my chapters out as often as I can,
and it can be very difficult to come up with long chapters quickly,
especially with exams coming up in less then a month. Sorry, I know how you
feel. I like long stories too.
And thanks to all my other reviewers!
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Harry kept himself from grinning wildly as the class filled up. Many of them came in chatting as the first group did, but looked confused when they noticed Harry.
"Okay, quiet down. This class is going to be very different from what you learned last year. You are going to be learning to face your fears, not how to deal with pixies, which is what we did when I was in second year."
There was a small murmur of laughter in the classroom. Inside, Harry beamed.
"You will be learning how to deal with Voldemort," another murmur, but not of laughter. "Death Eaters, and Dementors. Any questions?"
A small boy put up his hand.
"Your name?" Harry asked.
"Jeremy Snigg, sir." Harry didn't like that. "Don't call me sir, call me Harry. Continue."
"Aren't Dementors of our side?"
Harry sighed. "For now, yes. However, they can change at any minute, if they are offered something better than what we have given them. All we are giving them now is a job, but what if they are offered freedom into the world outside of Azkaban? They might take it, and then we will have a very large number of dangerous creatures on our hands, and we will need to protect ourselves. Yes, I know that you are protected at school, but you are not protected in Hogsmeade next year, on Christmas vacation, or in the summer. These are the times we all need to protect ourselves; when Dumbledore isn't here to do it for us. I learned the hard way.
"In my third year, I learned to do a Patronus charm. Last summer, Dementors attacked me at my own house. Had I not known what to do, I would not be standing in front of you now. Therefore, you will be learning Patronus Charms, and various other jinxes, counter jinxes, charms, and basic spells to help you with these three great enemies."
He looked around the room. The entire class sat silently, in shock, their eyes wide.
"Now, can anyone tell me what a Patronus is?"
After a moment, a scared looking girl with blond curls put up her hand. "Name?" Harry asked.
"Jane Bee. It's a spell that protects you from bad things like Dementors."
"Very good, Jane."
Harry looked around at the class. They still looked unsure of his ability. This called for an example.
"That was very close," He added. "A Patronus is a spell that sends a ghost- like image of an animal that scares the Dementors. You use it if a Dementor is getting to close to you. It will make the Dementor hesitate or move back, or even, when you are good enough, it will actually push the Dementor away as if the Patronus itself was completely solid. This gives you a chance to get away.
"Alright, who wants to help with an example?"
Three or four kids put up their hands, and they still looked unsure of themselves.
"Okay," said Harry, looking at the roll, "Saqua, come up here and stand opposite the room from me. This won't hurt a bit, but it might feel slightly strange. Ready?"
She nodded. "Expectro Patronum!" Harry yelled, hoping it had worked. It did, and a large silver stag erupted from the end of his wand, charging at the young girl. She screamed and ducked, and the stag ran right through her and disappeared into the wall.
"There we go. You see, it didn't hurt her one little bit. If she were a Dementor, however, she would have been thrown against the wall. Now, I want you all to practice for the last fifteen minutes of class. You might be able to see a faint silvery wisp by the end of class, which will mean you are improving.
"I want everyone to say it with me: Expectro Patronum!"
"Expectro Patronum!" the class chanted.
"Okay, now practice. The most important thing to remember: think of something happy. Maybe you can think of getting a puppy, or Christmas, or being head boy or girl, whatever makes you happy. Go ahead!"
There was a scramble to get the free space in the room.
Harry spent the rest of the class walking around, watching all the students practice. They took any advice he gave him, and most of them were able to see a tiny bit of silver. Saqua, who now reminded Harry suspiciously of Hermione, was almost able to see the faint shape of an animal.
"Very good, Saqua! Five points to Gryffindor, but don't get cocky!"
She grinned, and a few of the Slytherins looked slightly grumpy.
Suddenly, Harry realized it was time for the next class. "Oh, homework! I want everyone to practice and I want to see improvement next class! And write six inches on the Patronus Charm!"
A few people scribbled down the homework as they left, but all of the m were whispering about how "this year is going to be so much better."
Harry beamed at himself, even though there was no one there to see it.
The second year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs came in, and Harry repeated the lesson almost exactly the same way as he had the first.
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Harry walked to Transfiguration smiling.
"Why are you so happy, Harry?"
He spun around. Cho was looking at him suspiciously. "Because I caught sight of your lovely face, oh beautiful one." Harry said.
Cho laughed. "No, really!"
'Both my classes went really well this morning, and I only have four more to go before they all realize I can teach."
"Can you?" She said, getting back at him for his joke. Just then, the bell rang, and they ran separate directions to their classes.
Harry walked into class to see Professor McGonagall sitting on her desk, her cat ears flickering at Dean and Seamus whispering in the corner.
"Sit down, class." She said as she changed back into her human form. "Mr. Finnegan, Mr. Thomas, please leave the conversation of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes to your free time."
Everyone laughed, and Harry could see a small smile flicker on the tightlipped teachers face.
"This year, you will be learning about Animagi. You will be learning exactly how to become a certain animal, and hopefully, in five years, we will have a class full of registered animagi."
"Five years!" Ron gasped. Hermione giggled quietly.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley. Not every one will take that long, however. For example, I took almost four years to become an animagus, but Harry here, at the rate he is going, shouldn't take more than a few months."
Harry felt his face go red, and there whispers around the classroom.
Professor McGonagall continued as if nothing had happened. "Now, your homework tonight will be to decide what animal you want to be. I am giving you a long time to think about it, because you will have to start from scratch again if you change your mind. If I decided I wanted to become a horse animagi, I would have to go through another four years of training to succeed. Do you understand?"
There was a murmur of approval.
"Excellent. Does anyone know what animal they want to be yet?"
Harry heard a small voice, just loud enough for the entire class to hear, come from beside him.
"Malfoy wants to be a ferret."
Harry looked at Hermione. He couldn't believe she had just said that. He looked from her to Malfoy, who was turning bright red, to Ron, who was laughing his head off at the fact that it had been Hermione had said it, to Professor McGonagall, who looked like she was straining all the muscles in her face trying not to smile. She said nothing, and just waited for the laughter to die down.
Still, she took five points from Gryffindor, but Harry could tell she thought Malfoy deserved it.
They spent the rest of the class learning how they would go about becoming an animagi, though Harry paid little attention; most of the stuff they would talk about the first class, he had already completed.
After having nothing to do but listen, Harry realized he was only about halfway through, and he had done all the easy stuff.
"Harry, why didn't you tell us you were learning to be an animagus?' Hermione whispered.
"I'm sorry, guys, I forgot. It was one of the things I learned this summer. I've learned all the theory, but I haven't decided on an animal yet."
That was an outright lie. He had decided on an animal, but he wasn't allowed to tell a single person, just for the future. If anything ever happened, no one would be able to recognize him.
Just like Sirius had done.
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Well, that's it.
Logicalraven: thanks for the info on the flamers, that's what I thought they were, but one can never be too sure. And no, I am not planning on having and Ron/Hermione stuff. I really have way too much to talk about to include that, but I might put something in my next fan fiction, or later in this one, if I can come up with a really good story for them. I don't want the normal "Oh, we just decided to go for it after eyeing each other for five years" crap. No offence to the people who wrote it, I'm just getting a little bored of it. If anyone comes up with a good way to put it into my specific story, go ahead and tell me. I am always willing to accept story ideas, I often have problems coming up with really creative stuff for my writing!
Well,I hope you are all enjoying this story, I'll send out a chapter probably this weekend. Maybe during the week, I dunno.
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p.s. Euge!!!! I made it to almost 2000 words! M a y b e I c a n s t a l l f o r a r e a l l y l o n g t I m e a n d I w I l l b e u p t o 2 0 thousand w o r d s. Last three word!
Not including this sentence, 2000 words!
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Harry kept himself from grinning wildly as the class filled up. Many of them came in chatting as the first group did, but looked confused when they noticed Harry.
"Okay, quiet down. This class is going to be very different from what you learned last year. You are going to be learning to face your fears, not how to deal with pixies, which is what we did when I was in second year."
There was a small murmur of laughter in the classroom. Inside, Harry beamed.
"You will be learning how to deal with Voldemort," another murmur, but not of laughter. "Death Eaters, and Dementors. Any questions?"
A small boy put up his hand.
"Your name?" Harry asked.
"Jeremy Snigg, sir." Harry didn't like that. "Don't call me sir, call me Harry. Continue."
"Aren't Dementors of our side?"
Harry sighed. "For now, yes. However, they can change at any minute, if they are offered something better than what we have given them. All we are giving them now is a job, but what if they are offered freedom into the world outside of Azkaban? They might take it, and then we will have a very large number of dangerous creatures on our hands, and we will need to protect ourselves. Yes, I know that you are protected at school, but you are not protected in Hogsmeade next year, on Christmas vacation, or in the summer. These are the times we all need to protect ourselves; when Dumbledore isn't here to do it for us. I learned the hard way.
"In my third year, I learned to do a Patronus charm. Last summer, Dementors attacked me at my own house. Had I not known what to do, I would not be standing in front of you now. Therefore, you will be learning Patronus Charms, and various other jinxes, counter jinxes, charms, and basic spells to help you with these three great enemies."
He looked around the room. The entire class sat silently, in shock, their eyes wide.
"Now, can anyone tell me what a Patronus is?"
After a moment, a scared looking girl with blond curls put up her hand. "Name?" Harry asked.
"Jane Bee. It's a spell that protects you from bad things like Dementors."
"Very good, Jane."
Harry looked around at the class. They still looked unsure of his ability. This called for an example.
"That was very close," He added. "A Patronus is a spell that sends a ghost- like image of an animal that scares the Dementors. You use it if a Dementor is getting to close to you. It will make the Dementor hesitate or move back, or even, when you are good enough, it will actually push the Dementor away as if the Patronus itself was completely solid. This gives you a chance to get away.
"Alright, who wants to help with an example?"
Three or four kids put up their hands, and they still looked unsure of themselves.
"Okay," said Harry, looking at the roll, "Saqua, come up here and stand opposite the room from me. This won't hurt a bit, but it might feel slightly strange. Ready?"
She nodded. "Expectro Patronum!" Harry yelled, hoping it had worked. It did, and a large silver stag erupted from the end of his wand, charging at the young girl. She screamed and ducked, and the stag ran right through her and disappeared into the wall.
"There we go. You see, it didn't hurt her one little bit. If she were a Dementor, however, she would have been thrown against the wall. Now, I want you all to practice for the last fifteen minutes of class. You might be able to see a faint silvery wisp by the end of class, which will mean you are improving.
"I want everyone to say it with me: Expectro Patronum!"
"Expectro Patronum!" the class chanted.
"Okay, now practice. The most important thing to remember: think of something happy. Maybe you can think of getting a puppy, or Christmas, or being head boy or girl, whatever makes you happy. Go ahead!"
There was a scramble to get the free space in the room.
Harry spent the rest of the class walking around, watching all the students practice. They took any advice he gave him, and most of them were able to see a tiny bit of silver. Saqua, who now reminded Harry suspiciously of Hermione, was almost able to see the faint shape of an animal.
"Very good, Saqua! Five points to Gryffindor, but don't get cocky!"
She grinned, and a few of the Slytherins looked slightly grumpy.
Suddenly, Harry realized it was time for the next class. "Oh, homework! I want everyone to practice and I want to see improvement next class! And write six inches on the Patronus Charm!"
A few people scribbled down the homework as they left, but all of the m were whispering about how "this year is going to be so much better."
Harry beamed at himself, even though there was no one there to see it.
The second year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs came in, and Harry repeated the lesson almost exactly the same way as he had the first.
* * * * *
Harry walked to Transfiguration smiling.
"Why are you so happy, Harry?"
He spun around. Cho was looking at him suspiciously. "Because I caught sight of your lovely face, oh beautiful one." Harry said.
Cho laughed. "No, really!"
'Both my classes went really well this morning, and I only have four more to go before they all realize I can teach."
"Can you?" She said, getting back at him for his joke. Just then, the bell rang, and they ran separate directions to their classes.
Harry walked into class to see Professor McGonagall sitting on her desk, her cat ears flickering at Dean and Seamus whispering in the corner.
"Sit down, class." She said as she changed back into her human form. "Mr. Finnegan, Mr. Thomas, please leave the conversation of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes to your free time."
Everyone laughed, and Harry could see a small smile flicker on the tightlipped teachers face.
"This year, you will be learning about Animagi. You will be learning exactly how to become a certain animal, and hopefully, in five years, we will have a class full of registered animagi."
"Five years!" Ron gasped. Hermione giggled quietly.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley. Not every one will take that long, however. For example, I took almost four years to become an animagus, but Harry here, at the rate he is going, shouldn't take more than a few months."
Harry felt his face go red, and there whispers around the classroom.
Professor McGonagall continued as if nothing had happened. "Now, your homework tonight will be to decide what animal you want to be. I am giving you a long time to think about it, because you will have to start from scratch again if you change your mind. If I decided I wanted to become a horse animagi, I would have to go through another four years of training to succeed. Do you understand?"
There was a murmur of approval.
"Excellent. Does anyone know what animal they want to be yet?"
Harry heard a small voice, just loud enough for the entire class to hear, come from beside him.
"Malfoy wants to be a ferret."
Harry looked at Hermione. He couldn't believe she had just said that. He looked from her to Malfoy, who was turning bright red, to Ron, who was laughing his head off at the fact that it had been Hermione had said it, to Professor McGonagall, who looked like she was straining all the muscles in her face trying not to smile. She said nothing, and just waited for the laughter to die down.
Still, she took five points from Gryffindor, but Harry could tell she thought Malfoy deserved it.
They spent the rest of the class learning how they would go about becoming an animagi, though Harry paid little attention; most of the stuff they would talk about the first class, he had already completed.
After having nothing to do but listen, Harry realized he was only about halfway through, and he had done all the easy stuff.
"Harry, why didn't you tell us you were learning to be an animagus?' Hermione whispered.
"I'm sorry, guys, I forgot. It was one of the things I learned this summer. I've learned all the theory, but I haven't decided on an animal yet."
That was an outright lie. He had decided on an animal, but he wasn't allowed to tell a single person, just for the future. If anything ever happened, no one would be able to recognize him.
Just like Sirius had done.
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Well, that's it.
Logicalraven: thanks for the info on the flamers, that's what I thought they were, but one can never be too sure. And no, I am not planning on having and Ron/Hermione stuff. I really have way too much to talk about to include that, but I might put something in my next fan fiction, or later in this one, if I can come up with a really good story for them. I don't want the normal "Oh, we just decided to go for it after eyeing each other for five years" crap. No offence to the people who wrote it, I'm just getting a little bored of it. If anyone comes up with a good way to put it into my specific story, go ahead and tell me. I am always willing to accept story ideas, I often have problems coming up with really creative stuff for my writing!
Well,I hope you are all enjoying this story, I'll send out a chapter probably this weekend. Maybe during the week, I dunno.
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REIVEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you., come again. -emma
p.s. Euge!!!! I made it to almost 2000 words! M a y b e I c a n s t a l l f o r a r e a l l y l o n g t I m e a n d I w I l l b e u p t o 2 0 thousand w o r d s. Last three word!
Not including this sentence, 2000 words!