Hermione found Harry in time to drag him to DDA class and get him settled.
She could tell something was wrong with him from the way his shoulders
tensed and his brows knotted together on his forehead, but she didn't press
matters. He would tell her in his own time. Harry, trying to be discreet,
took a seat on the opposite side of Hermione from Ron, trying to put as
much space between them as he could without being obvious.
No matter what he thought, he couldn't convince himself that he had imagined the flash of Voldemort in Ron. His thought were interrupted by a rather un attractive holler coming from the hallway nearby. Everyone turned to the door as a Scottish drawl boomed from outside.
"DAMNIT PEEVES!!!! IF YOU EVER LET THE SNORFBLATS OUT AGAIN I'LL HAVE YOUR SPLEEN STAPLED TO MY WALL!!!!" She seemed to realise that Peeves, being dead, didn't have any organs anymore and added much to the classes amusement, "IF ONLY METTAPHORICALLY!"
Proffessor McDermott slammed into the classroom, Her short spiky red hair looking in even more disarray than the previous day. Harry was still shocked by how short she was, and for a moment thought perhaps she had shrunk. She wasn't a midget, just really, really short.
Wearing a tartan robe of green and red plaid, The teacher hopped up onto her desk, sitting on top of a large stack of what appeared to be fourth year homework assignments. Harry grinned at Hermione.
She short witch seemed to regain control of herself and smiled at the class.
"Welcome back." She greeted them in her Scottish drawl.
A few people answered her, wishing her a good morning as well. "Okay class. In order for you to block telekinesis, you must know telekinesis." She explained, hopping down from her desk and walking between the aisles of the desks. "We will start with simple emotion reading, but even that may take an un healthily and quite irritatingly long time." She sighed, a few people grinned at her.
"Pair up." She called to the class, standing on her chair at the head of the room.
Harry looked at Hermione and scotched his desk across the aisle next to hers.
Ron looked at Harry and Hermione and found a partner elsewhere, poor Seamus.
"Stand roughly three feet from each other, face one another." She said, her eyes closed as if she was remembering something.
"Empty your thoughts. You feelings. Inside of your mind you must see the other person's ideas. Empty your thoughts and try to swim in theirs." She explained, though Harry and many other had no idea what she was talking about.
"Okay, One partner try it, then the other can go after. But be warned that none of you will get it on you first try.I don't think.maybe.I wonder." She placed her fingers on her chin, cradling it pensively and continued talking to herself for a few more seconds before snapping back into reality. "Right then." She said, blushing. "Give it a go."
Harry nodded to Hermione indicating she could try first. Hermione smiled at him and closed her eyes. Harry closed his too. Nothing happened. They stood for a moment, Harry thought he felt his mind tickle a teensy bit, but he wasn't sure.
After a few minutes, Hermione sighed irritated, and opened her eyes. 'It's not working." Many people had been saying the same thing.
"Switch." Proffessor McDermott called to them, observing from her chair.
Harry closed his eyes and emptied his mind. He could hear himself breathing. He pushed the sounds away. Gradually he forgot who he was. A blue column stood before him. He drifted to it, eying it up. Harry was left behind as his magic stepped into Hermione's mind. From inside her mind looking out Harry was engulfed in blue. Suddenly images started firing through his brain. He was Harry again. With Hermione's thoughts in his head.
He heard a few jumbled words and saw images. Pictures of himself and Hermione since first year flashing through his brain like a slide show with no pause button.
He saw himself, lying on the field, arm bones gone. He saw himself and Hermione running to the forest with Buckbeak. He saw himself and Hermione and Sirius in the hospital wing. He saw himself leaning forwards, his face hovering closer and closer to Hermione's.
Suddenly he was cast out and cold swept over him. He sat down hard, his breaths coming short as he panted, the air filling his lungs, as if for the first time. He choked a little and rolled onto his stomach, trying to find warmth.
Proffessor McDermott came over and helped him up, eying him up and down. Harry was astonished by how short she was next to him, She reached his elbows. Stepping away so she could get a better look at him she nodded.
"Harry Potter." She said, more to herself than anyone else.
"Mhm?" Harry asked, shivering. He was vaguely aware that Hermione stood a few feet away, bright red. "Do you realise that you have just prove telekinetic powers beyond most advance aurors and most wizards."
Harry shrugged. He wanted to say it was easy, and that he couldn't have been that amazing, but words wouldn't form.
The room seemed to spin and Harry looked around, nausea washing over him.
"Mr. Potter, I believe you have many surprises in store for us."
No matter what he thought, he couldn't convince himself that he had imagined the flash of Voldemort in Ron. His thought were interrupted by a rather un attractive holler coming from the hallway nearby. Everyone turned to the door as a Scottish drawl boomed from outside.
"DAMNIT PEEVES!!!! IF YOU EVER LET THE SNORFBLATS OUT AGAIN I'LL HAVE YOUR SPLEEN STAPLED TO MY WALL!!!!" She seemed to realise that Peeves, being dead, didn't have any organs anymore and added much to the classes amusement, "IF ONLY METTAPHORICALLY!"
Proffessor McDermott slammed into the classroom, Her short spiky red hair looking in even more disarray than the previous day. Harry was still shocked by how short she was, and for a moment thought perhaps she had shrunk. She wasn't a midget, just really, really short.
Wearing a tartan robe of green and red plaid, The teacher hopped up onto her desk, sitting on top of a large stack of what appeared to be fourth year homework assignments. Harry grinned at Hermione.
She short witch seemed to regain control of herself and smiled at the class.
"Welcome back." She greeted them in her Scottish drawl.
A few people answered her, wishing her a good morning as well. "Okay class. In order for you to block telekinesis, you must know telekinesis." She explained, hopping down from her desk and walking between the aisles of the desks. "We will start with simple emotion reading, but even that may take an un healthily and quite irritatingly long time." She sighed, a few people grinned at her.
"Pair up." She called to the class, standing on her chair at the head of the room.
Harry looked at Hermione and scotched his desk across the aisle next to hers.
Ron looked at Harry and Hermione and found a partner elsewhere, poor Seamus.
"Stand roughly three feet from each other, face one another." She said, her eyes closed as if she was remembering something.
"Empty your thoughts. You feelings. Inside of your mind you must see the other person's ideas. Empty your thoughts and try to swim in theirs." She explained, though Harry and many other had no idea what she was talking about.
"Okay, One partner try it, then the other can go after. But be warned that none of you will get it on you first try.I don't think.maybe.I wonder." She placed her fingers on her chin, cradling it pensively and continued talking to herself for a few more seconds before snapping back into reality. "Right then." She said, blushing. "Give it a go."
Harry nodded to Hermione indicating she could try first. Hermione smiled at him and closed her eyes. Harry closed his too. Nothing happened. They stood for a moment, Harry thought he felt his mind tickle a teensy bit, but he wasn't sure.
After a few minutes, Hermione sighed irritated, and opened her eyes. 'It's not working." Many people had been saying the same thing.
"Switch." Proffessor McDermott called to them, observing from her chair.
Harry closed his eyes and emptied his mind. He could hear himself breathing. He pushed the sounds away. Gradually he forgot who he was. A blue column stood before him. He drifted to it, eying it up. Harry was left behind as his magic stepped into Hermione's mind. From inside her mind looking out Harry was engulfed in blue. Suddenly images started firing through his brain. He was Harry again. With Hermione's thoughts in his head.
He heard a few jumbled words and saw images. Pictures of himself and Hermione since first year flashing through his brain like a slide show with no pause button.
He saw himself, lying on the field, arm bones gone. He saw himself and Hermione running to the forest with Buckbeak. He saw himself and Hermione and Sirius in the hospital wing. He saw himself leaning forwards, his face hovering closer and closer to Hermione's.
Suddenly he was cast out and cold swept over him. He sat down hard, his breaths coming short as he panted, the air filling his lungs, as if for the first time. He choked a little and rolled onto his stomach, trying to find warmth.
Proffessor McDermott came over and helped him up, eying him up and down. Harry was astonished by how short she was next to him, She reached his elbows. Stepping away so she could get a better look at him she nodded.
"Harry Potter." She said, more to herself than anyone else.
"Mhm?" Harry asked, shivering. He was vaguely aware that Hermione stood a few feet away, bright red. "Do you realise that you have just prove telekinetic powers beyond most advance aurors and most wizards."
Harry shrugged. He wanted to say it was easy, and that he couldn't have been that amazing, but words wouldn't form.
The room seemed to spin and Harry looked around, nausea washing over him.
"Mr. Potter, I believe you have many surprises in store for us."