A/N: Okay this chapter is not beta read so please forgive me for spelling errors. I want to thank:
Kitty Malfoy: Yes Dobby is awesome. And he will appear more.
Aradia Libra: Why thank you ever so much. Now I know what Frampek er. Lol. Just kidding. But I really didn't think of it.
Sydney Wood: Better late than never.
Marston Chicklet: Thank you for your mail and sorry but the world revolves around me!
Chapter 6 – The first lesson…
Mary was sitting in the windowsill in her bedroom staring out at the sky, which now was clear blue. It was the first September and the students would arrive this evening. Mary had decided that she would keep far way from every one. After to day she had a duty to be at all the meals, so she wanted the last piece of total privacy that she could. She leaned her head against the window and thought back. She closed her eyes and saw pictures, memories of her life. There had been happy times, but they all seemed so vague. So small up against all the bad times. All the times when Henry had hit her. All the times she had been cold, hungry and homeless, the time she had gotten her brothers letter and the time when she was only 13. Her thoughts went back to the night when she had seen her brother sneak out of the house. It was the night he had joined Voldemort. He had never told her and she had never told him that she knew, and after all these years she didn't really know if it had happened or if it just was a dream. It had been a dark night and she had heard some noises
Mary looked out of her bedroom. She could se her brother sneaking down the stairs. She fallowed him wondering where he was going. He snuck down and out of the front door not knowing that a few steps away were his little sister. He had taken a broom and she had fallowed him. They had flown an hour or two before he had landed in a clearing. It had been very scary, there had been all these men in black robes and they had whit masks on their faces. He had landed right in front of the only one that hadn't worn a mask. He was the most ugly man she had ever seen. It wasn't that his face was deformed or any thing. If it had been a friendly face it would have been a quite nice face, but it was like it had this constantly grimace on it. It just reeked whit evil. She had land in a tree to watch.
Her brother stood in front of the man whit the awful face. They said many things but Mary was to far away to hear. But when the dark man had taken his wand and almost stuck it inside her brothers arm she heard his yell of pain. It was the most trebly thing she had ever heard. And it scared her. The fact that her brother was yelling of pain and that she could see in the moon light that he was crying. Her brother never yelled or cried. He had bean beaten many times by their father but he had never cried. When she had broken his crystal ball he hadn't yield at her, he had been angry of course but he never yield he always spoke in a low voice and his eye could say more than a thousand words. She cried to, because she was afraid and because her brother was in so much pain. Then the man whit the awful face spoke and his voice reached Mary's ears.
"Now you are one of us, you are one of the fateful servants to Lord Voldemort, always remember that."
When she saw her brother bow to Voldemort was when she left. She came home before him and the first thing she did was go to the bathroom and throw up. She was still in the bathroom when her brother had come home. He had obviously heard her because soon he stood in the door.
"Are you okay?"
Just then she threw up again, but it wasn't any thing left to throw up so al that came up was a green liquid. He had bent down beside her and held her hair back as her stomach got rid of the last things, that wasn't down there. And when she was done, he had taken a cloth and wiped her mouth and then he had carried her back to bed. He had put a bucket by her bedside and he had looked so worried that she must have been dreaming. Her brother could not have bowed to the dark lord. Her brother never cried. Her brother never yelled. If he had bowed how could he care so much for her. He had sat by her side till she had fallen asleep again and all the time she he had hold her hand.
Mary was still not sure if it was just a dream of if her brother had gone over to the dark side. But he had changed after that night, that was for sure, but she didn't want to believe. She didn't want to. She closed her eyes again, remembering the letter she had gotten from him, so many years since. The first and the last thing she would ever hear from her brother since she had ran away.
Dear AlinaI'm writing this to you and when you read it I will be dead. I have decided to take suicide. It is ironic, that after all I have been through I'm still going to die. Not that the option is much appealing. I did my share of mistakes and no matter how much I hate to admit it, our father was right. I'm not worth any thing, and I'll never will be. But since the ministry is going to throw me in Azkaban, then I'd rather die on my own terms rather then theirs. I did some wrong things, and I have paid for them and therefore refuse to pay any more. I love you, Alina, I some times wish that you had never left, but all in all it is for the best. You wouldn't have survived here and I wouldn't have been able to look you in the eye. Don't write back to me. And don't come here and try to stop me. I will do it as soon as I send this. I hope that you have found the life that you always dreamed of. I know I never found mine.
Your brother.
Mary let out a sob at the memory. She had written him back, but never had gotten an answer.
Just then she heard a knocking on the door down stairs. She got up and walked down and to the door opening it. Out side stood Dumbledore.
"Ah, will you come whit me professor."
"Professor?"
"Yes, after to night you are Professor Jenson. The sorting will start in to long and you need to come down now." Mary nodded; she hadn't noticed that the sky out side had grown dark. She had been lost in her mind, a mind full of memories that she more than ant thing wanted to keep and forget. She fallowed the Headmaster down the now familiar halls to the great hall. Juts as she was about to walk into the great hall, a man came rushing out of it. He had greasy hair, a hocked nose and skin that looked like it once, not long ago had been sallow.
"Did he call?" Dumbledore asked.
The man's eye looked at Mary briefly and then looked back at Dumbledore.
"Yes. I have to go now."
"Be careful."
And then he walked further down and out of sight. Mary frowned, his voice seemed familiar. But it couldn't be. It was deep and she could hear that it was a bit horse to. She had never heard any thing like that voice, but still. She shook the feeling of. And went into the great hall. She had to admit that the sealing was magnifsant. She had gasped the first time she saw it. She walked up to the staff table. She could feel that many of the students where looking at her, but she didn't look left or right. Just straight up to the staff table. There would be plenty of time to look at the student's later. She sat down between an empty seat and Vector. A little wile later the first years lead by McGonagall. She had rolled out a pice of parchment and started calling out names. The children went to sit on a chair in turn and where sorted out by a hat. Mary thought that the howl thing was kind of cliché, but that was form her muggel point of view. Even thought she had once been a witch, she didn't consider her self one. Not at all, no matter what Dumbledore may think. She had spent the whole summer in her rooms or out walking on around the grounds, avoiding every one, with an exception of the gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor Hagrid and Dumbledore. Well she had tried to avoid Dumbledore, but it was impossible, and after a week she had given it up. She had eaten once in the grate hall and new the professor's names, well except that hooked nose one, she'd never seen him before and the small one.
Mary turned her attention towards the things that where going around her, Dumbledore had stood up and was talking, and then suddenly every one had started singing. Mary looked a bit shocked at the words that had formed in purple ribbons, and refused to sing, it had no order or melody at all.
She fought the urge to role her eyes, and won. The rest of the dinner went without any thing happening, and she left the hall as quickly as she could, to seek comfort in the solitude of her rooms. After living three years alone, and the only company she'd ever had was a horse, she was still uncofterble being in a crowd. She was walking very fast down one hallway when a voice stopped her.
"Professor."
She turned to look into two eyes of intense violet. It was a girl. Around 13 or 14, Mary guessed. She had short curly black hair and intense violet eyes. Her skin was light brown, and she was wearing Ravenclaw robes.
"May I help you miss…?"
"Terna Hill."
"Miss Hill"
"I got lost."
"You got lost. And?"
"I was wondering if you could help me find my way back to the great hall."
"Miss Hill, this is your 3 year at Hogwarts?"
"4th actually."
"Don't come an tell me that you don't recognize this hall way, miss Hill. Just around the corner is the charms classroom. Now what do you really want?" She was eyeing the girl up and down. She had cast her eye down wards and where biting her lip.
"I wanted to get away."
"From who?"
"It doesn't matter."
Mary raised an eyebrow, waiting for the girl to continue. She obviously wasn't going to.
"And?"
"And what?
"I may not be a witch miss Hill, but don't ever mistake me for being dumb. Now, since I obviously have to drag this out of you, why did you make up the story about being lost?"
She shuffled her feet. "Eh well, I was stortof hoping that you would have fallowed me back to Ravenclaw or taken me to an other professor."
"What would that do?"
"Company?" she asked, more than said.
"Right. Well miss Hill, since it seems that you are lost I should take you to your head of House. Who is that again?"
Terna looked slightly taken aback, then she smiled.
"Professor Flitwick."
"The short guy?" Terna nodded "I think I remember where his office is. Come along child." She said and gave her a push on the back.
If I am going to be stuck here for some time, I might as well be nice, she thought to her self. After she had given miss Hill over to Flitwick she once hurried to her rooms and this time, not being stopped by any one. When she had gotten inside and closed the door behind her, she noticed a large grey cat sitting in one of the yellow chairs in front of the fire.
"And who are you?" she said angrily to the cat, not really expecting an answer.
"Eon." The cat replied. She jumped back.
"Faen. Jeg skulle ønske jeg hade en liten dings som fortalte meg hver gang noen skulle gjøre noe magi. Jeg tror at det ville hjelpe meg unngå en masse nervøse sammenbrudd."
"I don't think that would help."
"Well I didn't really ask for your opinion. It was more of a statement. And I think it would be a wonderful idea."
"Well it would go of all the time."
"What do you want? NO wait don't answer that, I would not like the answer; it would be some thing about fait and that can wait, since I am totally exustade. So sho."
"Sho? I'm not going anywhere, but you're right, I'm not going to tell you why I'm here. I simply am going to occupied this chair and sleep."
Mary didn't know what to do. She wanted to scream, she wanted to throw the cat out of the window. Instead she just threw a pillow at it, that missed, and went upstairs to go to bed.
The next day she woke early, like she had for the last three years. She went into the bathroom and took a shower, then while she was getting dressed, she rilsed that she would have to waer robes to day. She took of her jeans and put on a blue dress and a pair of blue, matching robes over. All in all, she guessed that it wasn't so bad. The blue when well whit her eyes. So when she was done, she went down to the great hall.
She was the first teacher there, she felt silly sitting at the teacher's table all alone but she was weary careful not to show it.
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"If you are uneasy and don't know what to say or do, or if you don't feel like fitting in or you are uncomfterbul, fine, but you can't let them know. Never let them now, Alina, always ceep you chin up and you'll be fine."
~
Just as she sat down a man came inn the Grate Hall. He was the man that Albus had talked to the other night. What was his name again, professor Snap, Snail? She did't remember, and at the moment didn't care. He sat down some few seats away from her. And didn't bother looking up. She chose to ignore him since he ignored her. So she ate her breakfast in silent as she watched the Hall gradually fill up whit teachers and students.
Mary was one of the last to lave the table, she had gotten caught up trying to explain some thing she really didn't want to about muggel money to Hooch and hadn't been able to leave the table before later. She was hurrying up towards the classroom where she would be teaching her first class. But outside it was a huge group of people standing in a crowd, yelling. Mary pushed her way to the middle of the crowd where she saw what all the noise was about.
It two boys on the floor fighting. On were a boy whit silvery blond hair and the other whit fiery red. Roughly she grabbed the collar of their robes and dragged them apart.
"So do any of you two care to tell me what is going on?"
They didn't answer her just looked murder on each other. She looked around at the rest of the crowd.
"Did any of you se or hear what happened?"
"Professor" a browned haired girl said "Malfoy insulted Ron's family and then Ron said something, eh" she stumbled in her own words obviously trying to make it sound more Malfoys fault that Ron's "eh, something very rude, then Malfoy said something even more ruder and then Ron jumped on him before we could stop him."
"Okay." Mary paused, still holding the two boys by their collar then she turned to one that looked murders on the Ron.
"You" she said "Is that what happened?"
"No not at all." the blond girl said "Weasley said something rude about Draco for absolutely now reason at all. Then when he could get any reaction from Draco he jumped on him. And nobody tried to hold him back or stop him." Mary didn't believe either of them.
"You are here to have muggle studies right." They all nodded. "Well then what are you waiting for get in the classroom at once. And there will be no more fighting, if I hear even one sound from this classroom, every one will have detention. You get me. Now move it." She eyed the students as they hurried inside the classroom. Then turned to the two boys.
"Now if I let go of you will you promise me that you don't start fighting again?"
The two boys nodded and she let go of them.
"Well first of all may I congratulate you both on such a fine start on the school year. Now maybe you can tell me what was going on here?"
They didn't answer.
"Do you want me to take it to the headmaster, because if not one of you answer soon that is exactly where you are headed."
"Malfoy insulted my family because they are poor."
"Is that true?" she asked Malfoy. He didn't answer just glared at her.
"Then I said that if was better to be poor that to be a little weak ferret. And then he asked how it was kissing my girlfriend and it had to be as grouse as kissing mud and that is when I started hitting him professor, but he hit me back."
"Is that what happened Mr. Malfoy?"
He didn't answer her this time ether just glaring even moor at her.
The adetuied of the boy started to get to her. But she knew a way far better than any kind of treating, she just folded her arms and glared back at him. If he thought that he could glear he had to think again.
"Mr. Malfoy you will answer my questions. Do I make myself clear?" she was using the same low dangerous voice that she had heard her brother use and like every time she used it she got a reaction
"Yes that is what happened."
"Well that wasn't that hard was it? What house are you in."
"Slytherin, professor."
"Then I will make a huge leap in the dark and assume that you are a Gryffindor?"
"Yes, professor."
"Well I will take this up whit your head of houses, and they will decide what kind of punishment you will get, in the mean time, you both loose 20 points from your house plus detension. Now get inside."
They obeyed her and walked quickly into the classroom. Mary walked over to the teacher's desk and looked at the students. They had all become weary quiet when she had walked inn.
"I am, as you may know, professor Mary Jenson and I will be addressed as professor or professor Jenson. In this class you will learn about muggels. Some of you may come from muggels families and already know all the basics about muggles and more. Don't think you will get to throw this class easy. And for those that do not know any thing about muggels you will get a bit easier tasks. Now I will cal you up to se if you are here."
Mary was finished whit the name-calling and was about to start when she saw a hand rise up. It was Draco Malfoy, the blond haired boy form the fight.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy?"
"What good is it to learn about muggels? They are week, they are lower then us and they are pathetic."
Every one looked from Malfoy, to the new teacher waiting for her to take away points.
"You think that. Well explain it to me. Why do you think they are pathetic, week and lower that you? Why?"
"Well the can't do any magic, they are so stupid and helpless"
"Well they don't know magic, you are right on that point. But those that make them weaker. No it is the other way around. Could you survive a day whit out magic?"
She looked around at the class, to make sure that every one was paying attention.
"Every one is going on about how wonderful it might be to live without the pressure of you know who. But what we are forgetting that they are stronger than you think they are. Did you know Mr. Malfoy that muggels has invented a wepon so strong that if it got started to be used in a war then it might destroy the howl planet."
There where several hand sin the air now.
"Yes Miss Granger?"
"You said you when you talked about us, witches and wizards, but you said them when you talked about muggels. What are you, witch or muggel?"
Mary looked into the eyes of the girl.
"Muggel." She said without hesitating.
"But why?"
"Miss Granger, I am a muggel, but I have spent plenty of time in the wizard community. I tend to forget some times."
Mary turned her attention towards one of the other students.
"Yes, Mr Weasley?"
"What are we going to learn about in this class?"
"I'm going to teach you how to act like a muggel, and I'm going to teach you about their culture. Now how many muggel born's are there in this class, those who haven't any of their guardians being a witch or wizard."
About 1/3 raised their hands.
"Okay, now how many have one parent that is muggel and the other witch or wizard and therefore already know the basics of muggels society?" this time it was much more people that raised their hands.
"And who have both parents that are witch and wizard."
She noticed that most of the Slytherin raised their hands and some Gryffindors.
"Okay, lest see here, you are going to divided in two groups. One group they are sitting on the left side of the classroom, are those who know muggel money, how to use a telephone, have seen a TV and so on. Those who have knowledge of the muggel world. And the other ones are those who have non or very little knowledge about the muggel world."
The class moved and soon they sat divided into two groups.
"Now, first rule. No magic. I will allow no magic in this class. Therefore I want every one to take out their wands and put them in the little tube you se hanging in front of your desk. Now I warn you, if I see any magic being used in this class you will get immediate detention, whit exceptions of extreme emergencies. If any one tries to steel an other persons wand. I will find out who did it and not only will a large amount of house points be taken and detention for a moth, you will also be facing the head master. He will give you a punishment no matter what I did before. So I will not tolerate wands in any ones hands at any time in this class, no magic and no steeling of wands."
It was then Miss Granger's hand shoot up again.
"Yes miss Granger?"
"What are extreme emergencies?"
"Like if a student is dying and the only way is to heal him magically or if you have to defend yourself, and there is no other way than magic. You are here to learn about muggels and they have no magic, so when I say extreme, I mean extreme."
Mary was about to continue when she heard Malfoy mutter some thing. She knew that most likely nobody else had heard but she heard him like he had yelled it.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you like to share that whit the rest of the class?"
He glared at her again, but she didn't even blink.
"No? Well then I'll just repeat it wont I. You said, stupid mudblod. And if I'm not very much mistaken you where talking about miss Granger."
Every one looked now at the professor. Her eyes that had held a warm smile where now clod as stone, and her face didn't express a single emotion.
"If you think for a second that I don't know the meaning of the word or the insult that it holds, then you are sorely mistaken Mr. Malfoy. I will not accept that word in my class, along whit all the other insults that belongs to blood and heritage. And believe I know them all. 20 more points from Slytherin, Mr Malfoy."
She eyed the group that where familiar whit the use of muggel things.
"You will get a small test. I need to see exactly how much you know. You will sit in quiet working on this." She said as she started handing out a small bunch of papers to each of them. Then she turned to the other half of the class.
"Well, take out your writing equipment." The was a scrabble as the students took out what they needed.
"What you will learn about to day is muggel money" and whit that she began her lesson.
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Mary was sitting the windowsill again, looking out on the landscape and the sky. It was dark now; only lighten up by the moon and stars. It now had been a week, since she first had had her first lesson. It wasn't so bad as she had first expected, but it wasn't a dance on roses either. Especially when she taught the Slytherin. I was really hard to get it into their brain that some of this stuff could actually be useful.
Eon had decided to start talking to her, not about why she was here or how she could talk, but about almost any thing else. It was nice to have some one to talk to, even if it just was a cat. She could tell the cat things she had never could told any one else. And it was a nice feeling, to have some one that was on your side. That was what she hoped fore any way.
Terna Hill, well the girl confused her. She seemed clever, but she never raised a hand, never spoke a word unless she was asked by the teacher. It was weird. She was more shy than some of the first years. Mary shook her head. She didn't want to think about Terna now. She didn't want to think at all, she just wanted to sit here and look at the sky whit all it shinning stars.
But her thought disagreed whit her, and once again, she found herself thinking about the past.
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"Mary, what are taking so long?" Erik's voice came from down stairs.
"I can' t decide…" she started yelling back but stopped when she heard him walking up the stairs. He was standing in the doorway to their bedroom, looking very sexy in a tux.
"Whit is it that you can't decide."
"Purse."
"Is that really so important?"
"Are you aware of al the people that are going to be there, plus all the press folk. If I get stapled whit a wrong purse all your media people are going to kill me. And I'd rather stay alive."
Erik sighed looking at the five different purses.
"What about that one." He pointed at a black one whit pearls on it.
"Way to classy." She answered looking at the five purses for the hundred time, then making up her mind. "I'll go whit this one, it matches my dress, but not much and"
Erik cut her of. "Okay, good. Now we have to be going or we are going to be more than fashionable late."
She laughed and kissed him on his cheek.
"Well then we'd better hurry." She said walking quickly down the stairs.
"I called the limo about 5 minutes ago, it should be her by know."
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Mary shook her head, not wanting to think about Erik. She had wondered over the years, if she should break her promise, and do magic, if only to put a memory charm on her self. But she had decided against it. What good would be of that, at least when she was done being here, she could start over again. She had learned form her mistakes. If she where to lose her memory then she wouldn't be able to learn form it any more. And she couldn't use a wand, so there was no use.
She fell asleep in the windowsill, her head rested at the glass. She didn't wake up when Eon came up to her bed room, jumped up in her lap and curled up there and fell asleep whit her.