A/N: HI!! Again. I'm sorry for mistakes in my printing here…some things
just won't work out how I want them to! T__T
Again, since I can't get italics to work, 'this' will represent thoughts. Thanks.
Herculeha- Professor Lupin ROXX! Any objections, you lot can talk to my lawyer. ^__^ IDK, I may change the rating, but for now I'm not sure. And yeah, let's hope they don't make too many terrible mistakes. ^__~ They might, we never know. Mwahahaha,. I love being evil!
LBlackPhoenix- Thanks, you're all gonna hate me when I tell you how this story ends! Forewarning: Major Cliffy! Mwahahaha I guess I'll have to write a sequel, huh? Actually, I've forgotten how it's ended already. T__T I will have to re-think it… T__T Mwahahaha… and thanks, I'm good at language arts things, so I guess that's just a given. And that was really conceited, lol And thanks, for the review! I feel so loved. ^_____^ (lots of thanks)
Panuru4u- don't you read my author's notes? I always say: EVEN THOUGH THIS IS A FIFTH-YEAR FIC, THE DA WILL BE A HUGE HELP, SO I AM ADDING THEM IN. It's not exactly tracing the tight lines of OotP! It IS my fanfic, and I want it to be fifth year, and since they make sense in there… I'm adding them. So why can't I just write it my way, not Joanne's, without people pointing out such silly little things? -__-' anyway, thanks for your review. ^_____^ I'm sorry if I sounded mean. T__T
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and/or any such related characters and/or plots. If you honestly think that I do, you must be very crazy. Plus, if you don't know who the true author of Harry Potter honestly is… WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? You don't know anything abou this series! And finally, if I DID own Harry Potter, I would be very, very famous and the richest woman in England. Which I'm not. So there.
That was a really long disclaimer. Anyhoo… here is chapter 8!! Curtains up! (I read that in a fanfic somewhere. ^__^) ~~Always Remember~~
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Chapter 8
Harry was in his dormitory, lying on his bed. He was thinking deeply about everything that was happening: Cho, Voldemort, the prophecy, his best friends going out… so many things to screw up life.
Harry sighed. 'Cho's my girlfriend. What am I doing there anyway? I don't deserve her… and that's such a blant statement. I am Cho Chang's boyfriend. I never thought I would be good enough for her. I don't understand… why did she choose me? She could have, and still can, have any guy in this whole school… and last year she had the most handsome one, according to most… Cedric Diggory. She says that they were close friends, and only an item before the Yule Ball. But what does that help? They still were together, until…'
His thoughts drifted from Cho and Cedric right then straight to Voldemort and the Prophecy.
'Voldemort. It all comes down to him. If he hadn't killed Cedric, I wouldn't have Cho.' Harry paused. 'I can't believe how conceited I just sounded…. How could I have even thought that?' He slammed his palm against his forehead, but continued his thoughts. 'But it's true…' a little voice in the back of his head declared. Harry shivered. It was, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it.
"Harry?" Ron asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"Erm, yeah, Ron?" Harry asked. Ron's head peaked through his bed drapes.
"Well, I just thought I'd tell you that Hermione and I are going to go for a walk. So if you need us, we'll be wondering aimlessly around this place. Hey, can we use your Invisibility cloak?"
Harry nodded. "In my trunk."
"Thanks." Ron reached over and magically unlocked Harry's trunk. He grabbed the Invisibility Cloak, shut it, and waved good-bye to Harry.
As soon as he was gone, Harry sat up and shut his bed curtains where Ron had opened them. He flumped back down unto his red sheets, hoping he could still remember the brilliant thing he had thought just before Ron had come in.
But, like all good things, it came and went, and Harry, mad at himself for not remembering, tried to fall asleep. But he was still up to hear Ron come back in at 1:36.
Sighing, he shoved his face into his pillow and let out a muffled, near- silent scream. It would be a frustrating night.
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He woke up the next morning very early. So unnaturally early, in fact, that the sun wasn't even awake yet; the sky was still a grayish color. He laughed at this as he got into his clothes and robes. He went down into the common room, the lonely, empty common room.
He sighed as he sat upon a very fluffy red ottoman in a shaded place of the Common Room. Somebody's copy, probably the library's, of Quidditch Through the Ages sat on a table next to him. He picked it up and turned to his favorite chapter: Chapter 12, Broomsticks through the Ages.
He'd read it a million times or more, so he set it back down as soon as he finished the first page.
But as soon as he got the book away from his face, a certain, very familiar ghost was sitting, cross-legged, floating on the air above his knees.
"Hello, Godric," Harry said, giving him a smile.
"Good morning, Mister Potter. I have never seen you awake this early of the day. Not sleeping well?"
"No, not at all. I've just been thinking about- about the Prophecy, and Voldemort… I don't understand how I will manage to kill him, and restore good to everywhere in the Wizarding World. Oh why me? Why was I burdened with this, this stupid prophecy? I mean, the fate of the whole frickin' wizarding community is on my shoulders, and I hate it!" Harry complained, slamming his palm into his forehead.
"Don't fret, Harry. Those of great power unimaginable such as yourself can defeat anything. I have already told you why YOU were burdened for this. The Dark Lord chose you and marked you, because of prophecy made before. But trust you me, when the day comes, you will be especially glad that you were burdened with this, daresay, 'stupid prophecy'."
And with that, Godric faded away, just as Lavender Brown appeared at the top of the girls' dormitory stairwell.
"Harry?" she said tiredly. "Is that you? Who's with you?"
"Yeah, Lavender, it's me. But nobody's with me. Why?"
"I thought I heard voices down here. God, I must have been dreaming," Lavender said, turning around. "See you later, Harry."
"See ya," Harry replied, staring strangely at Lavender's retreating back, her medium-length salt-and-pepper-like hair swaying as she walked.
"Well, that was weird," Harry said to himself. He decided that maybe reading Chapter 12 of his favorite book wouldn't be such a bad pastime, so he grabbed Quidditch Through the Ages and flipped to page 153.
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Classes ticked by that day, and the rest of the week also. Soon enough, it was time for their next DA meeting, taking place, as always, in the Room of Requirement.
Harry was the last one there, surprisingly. Apparently, some two or three people faked sick to get there and others just decided to leave class early. The rest just ran fast. (A/N: lol. I'm a dork.)
Harry took role call, and smiled knowing that everyone was there. He half- sat on the teacher's desk, much like Remus- I mean, Professor Lupin did while he was talking. Harry did this by habbit though. I guess it was just a thing Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers did, even though Quirrel, Lockhart, and the fake Professor Moody never did anything of the sort.
"Firstly," Harry said. "I would like to know your names." He pointed at two Hufflepuffs, sitting apprehensively at the back of the group. They jumped, and replied.
The girl said her name first. "My name's Jaden Abernackle. I'm, I'm in fourth year."
"And I'm Jordain Abernackle, her twin brother. Same year, obviously." The boy replied, giving him a little smirk and then smiling at him. Harry then noticed that they did look somewhat alike- same eyes, ears, the same freckles dotting their stout noses.
"Fantastic. Glad to meet you. I'm sure everyone will introduce themselves to you while we're working on whatever we may do. Today, I'm up for suggestions. Any curses, blocking techniques, countercurses, or any such random thing you lot think would be useful, just say something."
For a minute, everyone was just sitting in silence, thinking. Then about two or three hands shot up in the air.
"Uhh, ok, Cho?" Harry half-asked, pointing to her hand in the air.
"Harry, what about… Petrificus Totalus? And the Leg-locker curse?"
"Oh, the full body bind. Hermione knows all about that. But before we do that, anybody else?"
Neville, surprisingly, raised his hand. "Stupefy?"
Harry took out a quill and parchment. "Excellent idea, Neville," he said, writing it down. "Any others?"
The Hufflepuff girl, Jaden, raised her hand. "How about… the Conjunctivus curse?" Harry wrote it down.
Another few people raised their hands and gave suggestions. When they were finally done, the 'class' had compiled a list of twelve different, useful curses and spells that would really be helpful.
Then, Harry motioned for Hermione to take the stand as he moved to the side. She looked nervous about it at first, but when she got up there, everyone was blown away. Hermione would make the perfect teacher.
"To start things off… How many of you know what and how to do Petrificus Totalus?" she asked everyone. Five or six hands raised into the air, including Harry's. "I'm not surprised. Had to look it up myself. Alright, those of you who do to please, help me teach the rest of the class. Everybody up, and take out your wands."
Everyone rose out of their seats and pulled their wands from their pockets. Some of them were looking prepared and others had anxious looks on their faces, not knowing exactly what Petrificus Totalus was.
"Pair up," Hermione and Harry yelled simultaneously. He smiled at her in a way of saying, 'you take that side. I'll take this.'
Harry said to the class, now paired up and ready, "Those who know the Full- Body Bind, please leave your partners and join me and Hermione up here."
Ron, Cho, Ginny, one unknown Hufflepuff, Hannah Abbott, and Rodger Davies stepped up. Harry and Hermione ushered them toward where they were standing and Harry said, "You lot, go around and teach everyone. Hermione and I, Cho and Ron if you want to, will go around teaching them stances. Hermione says there's a specific stance that makes the curse more efficient. Right?" Hermione nodded fervently. They split up and walked around the group.
A half-hour later, just about everybody got Petrificus Totalus down. Neville, surprisingly, had the best in the class (besides those who already knew how to do it). They were just about to move on to the leg-locker curse, but then somebody very unwelcome at that moment walked through the Room of Requirement Door.
"Remus," Harry whispered. He wondered how it looked to the Professor as he walked through the door: thirty or so students, all with their wands out- some lying on the floor, legs locked and unable to move, and others were just getting up off the floor. Some were holding out their wands and pointing them at their partners, about to say the curse, but then when Professor Lupin came in, everyone was silent and stayed still and frozen just how they were.
"Ahem," Professor Lupin said, breaking the ice. At that, everyone moved into a position as to put their wands away. "Wait," he said, holding out his hand to stop them. "Before you do that, mind explaining to me what's going on?"
Everyone turned to look at Harry, who was standing up in the front of the class, feeling hopeless. Remus eyed him with a strange expression, eyebrow raised, his arms crossed. "Well, Harry? What's going on here?"
Harry gulped and thought quick. He didn't want to explain to Professor Lupin exactly what Dumbledore's Army was doing, so he replied with, "We're just fitting in a little extra charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts… just a little practice for class…"
Ron and Hermione nodded, and then soon everyone was nodding. Professor Lupin, looking quite unconvinced, just raised his eyebrow and said, "Well, alright, if you are, why don't I just help?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione. "Sure, why not? We have all sorts of curses we wanted to practice, just for common knowledge first off, like Petrificus Totalus and the Leg-Locker curse…"
Rem- Professor Lupin took the list and read through it, nodding. "Some excellent choices." Then he whispered to Harry as he walked by, "And some are good against Voldemort."
Harry's eyes went wide, looking at Professor Lupin's turned back with scared eyes. Could he know about the DA?
Professor Lupin turned to Harry and smirked. Then he turned to the class and sat, like Harry had, halfway on the desk asking, "Okay, so what were you lot doing when I walked in?"
Hermione answered that one. "We were doing the Leg-Locker, Professor."
Professor Lupin smiled down on her, remembering the days of the Marauders- Harry knew by the expression in his eyes that he was- Sirius often shared that expression while telling tales of midnight pranks and skiving class. He shook his head and then replied with, "Well, how are you all coming along?"
"Lots of us have already encountered and nailed the Leg-Locker Curse, and some of us are still working on it Rem- I mean, Professor." Harry replied, looking at the rest of the class for help. They all nodded, pointing at a few people on the floor, unable to move their legs.
"Alright then. Let's get started."
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Class ended, and everyone was happy. It was like having another DADA class. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed back to tell Professor Lupin the truth.
"Remus," Harry said. "That wasn't just a plain, pointless practice…"
"Oh, I know, Harry. I know. You've gathered up Dumbledore's Army again and you're planning to go and defeat Voldemort yourself. But honestly Harry, I know you are the only one capable of defeating Voldemort, as said in the prophecy, but is it really worth risking fellow students' lives for something that you, and only you, are worthy of doing?"
Harry gulped, realizing the trueness of his words. But then a sudden surge of anger rushed through him and he began to yell. "Remus! Don't you see, I can take the words right out of Sirius's mouth! It is worth dying for! Defeating Voldemort is anything and everything that my life's worth right now according to this damn prophecy, and I want to live my own life and get it over with! Do you not understand?!"
Remus sat, shocked for a bit. But then he smiled. "I understand completely, Harry. I know what you're feeling right now, and I know this whole Voldemort-prophecy-you triangle must be getting to you. But I know how you feel-"
"NO! You don't know how I feel! You don't have to live with the constant pressure of the fate of everyone, everywhere, on your shoulders! You don't know what it's like, so do NOT tell me that you do!"
And with that, Harry stormed out, needing some alone time.
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mwahahahaha wasn't that just GREAT? I thought so. I didn't expect Harry to blow up at Remus like that, but, alas, he did anyway. Fits in good, don't you think? ^__- Well, I guess I had better go upload this chapter and then post it, shouldn't I, before you mob of reviewers attack me!! Don't hurt me! ::cowers away from them in the corner::
ok, I will go post this. Thanks to all reviewers again, and I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it took so long to write!!
Again, since I can't get italics to work, 'this' will represent thoughts. Thanks.
Herculeha- Professor Lupin ROXX! Any objections, you lot can talk to my lawyer. ^__^ IDK, I may change the rating, but for now I'm not sure. And yeah, let's hope they don't make too many terrible mistakes. ^__~ They might, we never know. Mwahahaha,. I love being evil!
LBlackPhoenix- Thanks, you're all gonna hate me when I tell you how this story ends! Forewarning: Major Cliffy! Mwahahaha I guess I'll have to write a sequel, huh? Actually, I've forgotten how it's ended already. T__T I will have to re-think it… T__T Mwahahaha… and thanks, I'm good at language arts things, so I guess that's just a given. And that was really conceited, lol And thanks, for the review! I feel so loved. ^_____^ (lots of thanks)
Panuru4u- don't you read my author's notes? I always say: EVEN THOUGH THIS IS A FIFTH-YEAR FIC, THE DA WILL BE A HUGE HELP, SO I AM ADDING THEM IN. It's not exactly tracing the tight lines of OotP! It IS my fanfic, and I want it to be fifth year, and since they make sense in there… I'm adding them. So why can't I just write it my way, not Joanne's, without people pointing out such silly little things? -__-' anyway, thanks for your review. ^_____^ I'm sorry if I sounded mean. T__T
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and/or any such related characters and/or plots. If you honestly think that I do, you must be very crazy. Plus, if you don't know who the true author of Harry Potter honestly is… WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? You don't know anything abou this series! And finally, if I DID own Harry Potter, I would be very, very famous and the richest woman in England. Which I'm not. So there.
That was a really long disclaimer. Anyhoo… here is chapter 8!! Curtains up! (I read that in a fanfic somewhere. ^__^) ~~Always Remember~~
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Chapter 8
Harry was in his dormitory, lying on his bed. He was thinking deeply about everything that was happening: Cho, Voldemort, the prophecy, his best friends going out… so many things to screw up life.
Harry sighed. 'Cho's my girlfriend. What am I doing there anyway? I don't deserve her… and that's such a blant statement. I am Cho Chang's boyfriend. I never thought I would be good enough for her. I don't understand… why did she choose me? She could have, and still can, have any guy in this whole school… and last year she had the most handsome one, according to most… Cedric Diggory. She says that they were close friends, and only an item before the Yule Ball. But what does that help? They still were together, until…'
His thoughts drifted from Cho and Cedric right then straight to Voldemort and the Prophecy.
'Voldemort. It all comes down to him. If he hadn't killed Cedric, I wouldn't have Cho.' Harry paused. 'I can't believe how conceited I just sounded…. How could I have even thought that?' He slammed his palm against his forehead, but continued his thoughts. 'But it's true…' a little voice in the back of his head declared. Harry shivered. It was, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it.
"Harry?" Ron asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"Erm, yeah, Ron?" Harry asked. Ron's head peaked through his bed drapes.
"Well, I just thought I'd tell you that Hermione and I are going to go for a walk. So if you need us, we'll be wondering aimlessly around this place. Hey, can we use your Invisibility cloak?"
Harry nodded. "In my trunk."
"Thanks." Ron reached over and magically unlocked Harry's trunk. He grabbed the Invisibility Cloak, shut it, and waved good-bye to Harry.
As soon as he was gone, Harry sat up and shut his bed curtains where Ron had opened them. He flumped back down unto his red sheets, hoping he could still remember the brilliant thing he had thought just before Ron had come in.
But, like all good things, it came and went, and Harry, mad at himself for not remembering, tried to fall asleep. But he was still up to hear Ron come back in at 1:36.
Sighing, he shoved his face into his pillow and let out a muffled, near- silent scream. It would be a frustrating night.
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He woke up the next morning very early. So unnaturally early, in fact, that the sun wasn't even awake yet; the sky was still a grayish color. He laughed at this as he got into his clothes and robes. He went down into the common room, the lonely, empty common room.
He sighed as he sat upon a very fluffy red ottoman in a shaded place of the Common Room. Somebody's copy, probably the library's, of Quidditch Through the Ages sat on a table next to him. He picked it up and turned to his favorite chapter: Chapter 12, Broomsticks through the Ages.
He'd read it a million times or more, so he set it back down as soon as he finished the first page.
But as soon as he got the book away from his face, a certain, very familiar ghost was sitting, cross-legged, floating on the air above his knees.
"Hello, Godric," Harry said, giving him a smile.
"Good morning, Mister Potter. I have never seen you awake this early of the day. Not sleeping well?"
"No, not at all. I've just been thinking about- about the Prophecy, and Voldemort… I don't understand how I will manage to kill him, and restore good to everywhere in the Wizarding World. Oh why me? Why was I burdened with this, this stupid prophecy? I mean, the fate of the whole frickin' wizarding community is on my shoulders, and I hate it!" Harry complained, slamming his palm into his forehead.
"Don't fret, Harry. Those of great power unimaginable such as yourself can defeat anything. I have already told you why YOU were burdened for this. The Dark Lord chose you and marked you, because of prophecy made before. But trust you me, when the day comes, you will be especially glad that you were burdened with this, daresay, 'stupid prophecy'."
And with that, Godric faded away, just as Lavender Brown appeared at the top of the girls' dormitory stairwell.
"Harry?" she said tiredly. "Is that you? Who's with you?"
"Yeah, Lavender, it's me. But nobody's with me. Why?"
"I thought I heard voices down here. God, I must have been dreaming," Lavender said, turning around. "See you later, Harry."
"See ya," Harry replied, staring strangely at Lavender's retreating back, her medium-length salt-and-pepper-like hair swaying as she walked.
"Well, that was weird," Harry said to himself. He decided that maybe reading Chapter 12 of his favorite book wouldn't be such a bad pastime, so he grabbed Quidditch Through the Ages and flipped to page 153.
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Classes ticked by that day, and the rest of the week also. Soon enough, it was time for their next DA meeting, taking place, as always, in the Room of Requirement.
Harry was the last one there, surprisingly. Apparently, some two or three people faked sick to get there and others just decided to leave class early. The rest just ran fast. (A/N: lol. I'm a dork.)
Harry took role call, and smiled knowing that everyone was there. He half- sat on the teacher's desk, much like Remus- I mean, Professor Lupin did while he was talking. Harry did this by habbit though. I guess it was just a thing Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers did, even though Quirrel, Lockhart, and the fake Professor Moody never did anything of the sort.
"Firstly," Harry said. "I would like to know your names." He pointed at two Hufflepuffs, sitting apprehensively at the back of the group. They jumped, and replied.
The girl said her name first. "My name's Jaden Abernackle. I'm, I'm in fourth year."
"And I'm Jordain Abernackle, her twin brother. Same year, obviously." The boy replied, giving him a little smirk and then smiling at him. Harry then noticed that they did look somewhat alike- same eyes, ears, the same freckles dotting their stout noses.
"Fantastic. Glad to meet you. I'm sure everyone will introduce themselves to you while we're working on whatever we may do. Today, I'm up for suggestions. Any curses, blocking techniques, countercurses, or any such random thing you lot think would be useful, just say something."
For a minute, everyone was just sitting in silence, thinking. Then about two or three hands shot up in the air.
"Uhh, ok, Cho?" Harry half-asked, pointing to her hand in the air.
"Harry, what about… Petrificus Totalus? And the Leg-locker curse?"
"Oh, the full body bind. Hermione knows all about that. But before we do that, anybody else?"
Neville, surprisingly, raised his hand. "Stupefy?"
Harry took out a quill and parchment. "Excellent idea, Neville," he said, writing it down. "Any others?"
The Hufflepuff girl, Jaden, raised her hand. "How about… the Conjunctivus curse?" Harry wrote it down.
Another few people raised their hands and gave suggestions. When they were finally done, the 'class' had compiled a list of twelve different, useful curses and spells that would really be helpful.
Then, Harry motioned for Hermione to take the stand as he moved to the side. She looked nervous about it at first, but when she got up there, everyone was blown away. Hermione would make the perfect teacher.
"To start things off… How many of you know what and how to do Petrificus Totalus?" she asked everyone. Five or six hands raised into the air, including Harry's. "I'm not surprised. Had to look it up myself. Alright, those of you who do to please, help me teach the rest of the class. Everybody up, and take out your wands."
Everyone rose out of their seats and pulled their wands from their pockets. Some of them were looking prepared and others had anxious looks on their faces, not knowing exactly what Petrificus Totalus was.
"Pair up," Hermione and Harry yelled simultaneously. He smiled at her in a way of saying, 'you take that side. I'll take this.'
Harry said to the class, now paired up and ready, "Those who know the Full- Body Bind, please leave your partners and join me and Hermione up here."
Ron, Cho, Ginny, one unknown Hufflepuff, Hannah Abbott, and Rodger Davies stepped up. Harry and Hermione ushered them toward where they were standing and Harry said, "You lot, go around and teach everyone. Hermione and I, Cho and Ron if you want to, will go around teaching them stances. Hermione says there's a specific stance that makes the curse more efficient. Right?" Hermione nodded fervently. They split up and walked around the group.
A half-hour later, just about everybody got Petrificus Totalus down. Neville, surprisingly, had the best in the class (besides those who already knew how to do it). They were just about to move on to the leg-locker curse, but then somebody very unwelcome at that moment walked through the Room of Requirement Door.
"Remus," Harry whispered. He wondered how it looked to the Professor as he walked through the door: thirty or so students, all with their wands out- some lying on the floor, legs locked and unable to move, and others were just getting up off the floor. Some were holding out their wands and pointing them at their partners, about to say the curse, but then when Professor Lupin came in, everyone was silent and stayed still and frozen just how they were.
"Ahem," Professor Lupin said, breaking the ice. At that, everyone moved into a position as to put their wands away. "Wait," he said, holding out his hand to stop them. "Before you do that, mind explaining to me what's going on?"
Everyone turned to look at Harry, who was standing up in the front of the class, feeling hopeless. Remus eyed him with a strange expression, eyebrow raised, his arms crossed. "Well, Harry? What's going on here?"
Harry gulped and thought quick. He didn't want to explain to Professor Lupin exactly what Dumbledore's Army was doing, so he replied with, "We're just fitting in a little extra charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts… just a little practice for class…"
Ron and Hermione nodded, and then soon everyone was nodding. Professor Lupin, looking quite unconvinced, just raised his eyebrow and said, "Well, alright, if you are, why don't I just help?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione. "Sure, why not? We have all sorts of curses we wanted to practice, just for common knowledge first off, like Petrificus Totalus and the Leg-Locker curse…"
Rem- Professor Lupin took the list and read through it, nodding. "Some excellent choices." Then he whispered to Harry as he walked by, "And some are good against Voldemort."
Harry's eyes went wide, looking at Professor Lupin's turned back with scared eyes. Could he know about the DA?
Professor Lupin turned to Harry and smirked. Then he turned to the class and sat, like Harry had, halfway on the desk asking, "Okay, so what were you lot doing when I walked in?"
Hermione answered that one. "We were doing the Leg-Locker, Professor."
Professor Lupin smiled down on her, remembering the days of the Marauders- Harry knew by the expression in his eyes that he was- Sirius often shared that expression while telling tales of midnight pranks and skiving class. He shook his head and then replied with, "Well, how are you all coming along?"
"Lots of us have already encountered and nailed the Leg-Locker Curse, and some of us are still working on it Rem- I mean, Professor." Harry replied, looking at the rest of the class for help. They all nodded, pointing at a few people on the floor, unable to move their legs.
"Alright then. Let's get started."
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Class ended, and everyone was happy. It was like having another DADA class. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed back to tell Professor Lupin the truth.
"Remus," Harry said. "That wasn't just a plain, pointless practice…"
"Oh, I know, Harry. I know. You've gathered up Dumbledore's Army again and you're planning to go and defeat Voldemort yourself. But honestly Harry, I know you are the only one capable of defeating Voldemort, as said in the prophecy, but is it really worth risking fellow students' lives for something that you, and only you, are worthy of doing?"
Harry gulped, realizing the trueness of his words. But then a sudden surge of anger rushed through him and he began to yell. "Remus! Don't you see, I can take the words right out of Sirius's mouth! It is worth dying for! Defeating Voldemort is anything and everything that my life's worth right now according to this damn prophecy, and I want to live my own life and get it over with! Do you not understand?!"
Remus sat, shocked for a bit. But then he smiled. "I understand completely, Harry. I know what you're feeling right now, and I know this whole Voldemort-prophecy-you triangle must be getting to you. But I know how you feel-"
"NO! You don't know how I feel! You don't have to live with the constant pressure of the fate of everyone, everywhere, on your shoulders! You don't know what it's like, so do NOT tell me that you do!"
And with that, Harry stormed out, needing some alone time.
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mwahahahaha wasn't that just GREAT? I thought so. I didn't expect Harry to blow up at Remus like that, but, alas, he did anyway. Fits in good, don't you think? ^__- Well, I guess I had better go upload this chapter and then post it, shouldn't I, before you mob of reviewers attack me!! Don't hurt me! ::cowers away from them in the corner::
ok, I will go post this. Thanks to all reviewers again, and I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it took so long to write!!