Aiden sat down at the Head Table, in between Draco and Severus. He looked
out over the 2nd through 7th years. Everybody was staring at him, everyone
knew he was 'The Boy Who Lived'. He glared out at them, sufficiently
scaring most into turning their attention to the entering 1st years.
Aiden tuned out the sorting, waiting for his introduction, and then the feast. Finally, he heard Albus announce his name and position. He stood briefly, nodding at the students, all of whom were staring at him in wonder, a select few glaring. He sat back down, Albus talking about the trips to Hogsmeade. 3rd and 4th years were no longer allowed to go, it would be 5th and up, for safety reasons. The first one would be in two weeks.
Aiden left before any of the teachers. When he had accepted this job, he had been Applin. Now, to the students, he was still Harry Potter. He would have to break them of that quickly. He poured himself a small glass of Firewhisky, and downed it. Tomorrow would be a long day. He looked up as Draco entered.
"Hey." The blonde said softly.
"H'lo." Aiden muttered.
"Nervous bout tomorrow?"
Aiden yawned. "Yes. To them I am still Harry Potter."
Draco shook his head. "They'll get used to it."
Aiden shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter. They'll be to busy in my class to worry about that anyway." He sighed. "I'm gonna turn in. Good Night."
((Monday Morning))
Aiden sat in his office. The students would be gathering in the classroom by now, 3 minutes till class started. His first class. 6th year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Not too bad. He had all double classes; Gryffindor paired with Slytherin, Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw, so all his classes were 2 hours. He stood and stretched, and stalked out into the classroom.
"Quite, everyone. I will not tolerate talking in my classroom."
Every eye turned to him, studying him curiously. They were not used to seeing anyone in Muggle Clothing, and Aiden was wearing his usual black leather pants, boots, and cotton tee. His saber was in full sight. He quickly went through roll call.
He eyed each student. "Right. As this is a new subject, I am sure you are all wondering what it is about. I am Hogwarts Duel Master, so I will be teaching you all how to Duel. Properly. Now, I am sure some of you have been in dueling clubs and such, but we will not be doing the proper dueling. These are dark times, we will not be bowing to Voldemort, or his Death Eaters." The class winced as one when they heard the name spoken so freely. "We will also refer to Voldemort by his name. Not any other. A wise witch once said Fear of a Name Increases Fear of the Thing Itself. 5 points from anyone I hear calling him You Know Who, or anything else. Anyway, dueling. Like I said, not the by the rule dueling. I am going to teach you how to stay alive. Today, I will be testing each of you." At the looks he received, he almost smiled. "Not for a grade, just to see where you stand. He looked around, and pointed to a blonde haired Ravenclaw boy in the back of the classroom, who was whispering to his friend across the aisle. "You. What is your name?"
"Abel Washington." He replied haughtily.
Aiden nodded. "Come up here." He looked around, and pointed to a red haired Hufflepuff boy. "And you too. Name?"
"Skye Taylor." He shuffled to the front of the classroom. Aiden pointed to the dais in the middle of the room. "Ok. I want you too to duel."
Both boys looked at him incredulously. "Go on." He snapped. They slowly made their way to the dais. Abel glanced at him. "Anything goes?" he questioned. Aiden nodded. "Except the Unforgivables." Abel smiled and faced Skye, instantly throwing a hex at him, throwing the Hufflepuff into the wall. Skye jumped up and yelled, "I wasn't ready! You cheated!"
"Mr. Taylor!" Aiden yelled. "Five points!" Skye stared at him angrily.
Skye sulked as Aiden continued. "Mr. Washington did a good job. You heard me say we will not be following a duelist rulebook. Anything goes. Be prepared this time. Now back at it."
Skye turned back to Abel, hurling a hex. Abel shouted "Protego!" and the hex bounced off harmlessly. He pointed his wand at the floor beneath Skye, muttering a stream of Latin. The stone beneath Skye's feet turned to red- hot molten stone. Skye jumped, falling off the side of the dais. Abel laughed happily, having got the best of his opponent. He wasn't ready for Skye to send a spell straight at him. The Ravenclaw was yanked forward to his own pool of liquid, Skye levitating him a few inches from the surface. Aiden smiled. "Very good!" he waved his own wand, repairing the stone and releasing Abel. "Excellent job! Mr. Washington, nice shield, and excellent idea, attacking the terrain instead of Mr. Taylor. Taylor, excellent job using Sinclair's own curse against him! 5 points each!"
He turned to the rest of the class. "Now! I want everyone of you to get in groups of two, and spread out over the classroom." The class rushed to obey. "Ok. I want you all to duel, no Unforgivables of course, but other than that.just don't kill anyone. Washington and Taylor, the two of you are to help me watch the others, or you may duel again."
Aiden watched as the students dueled. They were all paired with someone from Their own house, one of their friends, and thus were reluctant to really duel. Their were a few who had put friendships aside, and were dueling fiercely. Mostly Ravenclaws, which wasn't a surprise, but a couple Hufflepuffs as well. The only Interhouse team was Washington and Taylor, who were obviously the most skilled in the class. He turned to watch two girls, who were sending tickling charms at each other. He sighed, and approached them.
"Girls."
They looked up. "Yes Professor?"
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Dueling, sir!" they chorused.
He shook his head. "No, you are not. I want you to use hexes, not tickling charms. Try again."
He turned to the rest of the class. He let them duel for fifteen more minutes, and then shooed them all back to their desks. "All right. Dismissed."
Aiden slowly made his way down to the dungeons, he was exhausted. He had had all the 6th and 4th years today, tomorrow he had only 7th years, which he dreaded, Wednesday 1st years, which he was looking forward too, Thursday 5th years, and Friday the 2nd years. Which meant, he only had 2 classes a day except for Mondays, when he had four. Wasn't too bad, he decided. Mondays would be the hardest.
((Tuesday))
Aiden looked out over his class. 7th year Gryffindor and Slytherin. He was absolutely dreading this class. There weren't many 7th years at all, thankfully, so there were only about 22 in his class, hopefully, he would have time to have them all duel today.
Aiden was beginning to relax. One pair left, Jamison Peters, and smiling, brown haired Gryffindor, and Sean Sinclair, think, black haired boy who was sitting in the back of the classroom, scribbling away on a piece of parchment.
Their duel was fierce and heated. Powerful hexes flew; both boys were quite skilled. Jamison got a mischievous smile on his face, his eyes glinting. Muttering a curse, he stripped the Slytherin to his boxers, and levitated the boy into the air. The class was howling with laughter. Aiden winced, but he had said anything goes. After a few moments, he let the red-faced boy back down. Sinclair was fuming. He raised his wand, and sent one of the most powerful blasts of magic that Aiden had ever seen from a student at Jamison, who fell to the ground, out cold. Angry cries rang out from the Gryffindors, and cheers from the Slytherins. Aiden quickly revived Jamison, who tried to launch himself at Sean. "Dirty Slytherin! Death Eater!" he was screaming. Aiden yelled for silence, and went ignored. "5 points from both houses." He spoke softly. No one noticed. "5 more." He had taken 45 points from each house before anyone noticed. "Thank you." He spoke in a quiet tone. "There will never be any yelling in my classroom again. Sit down. All of you." The class sulkily sat down in their seats. "Now." Aiden began. "We have wasted the rest of our time, due to House Rivalry."
Jamison spoke up. "But Professor! He used Dark Magic!"
Aiden nodded. "I saw that. It was excellently cast." The whole class looked shocked. Aiden smiled. "Who in here believes that Dark Magic is evil?"
Every Gryffindor but one raised their hand. Not a single Slytherin did, though he could tell some did think so, but knew better than to agree. He pointed to the lone Gryffindor. "What is your name?"
"Rose Ivans." The girl spoke in a cool smooth voice.
"And why, Miss. Ivans, do you not consider Dark Magic to be evil?"
"Magic itself is not evil. It is the user that makes it so. If one used Dark Magic to kill someone for wrong reasons, it would be wrong. But, it can be used for good as well."
Aiden nodded. "Right. And so-called Light Magic can be used for evil. Magic is just magic; it is neither right nor wrong. The witch or wizard determines that. Now. Who here believes what Mr. Sinclair did was wrong?"
Once again, almost all Gryffindors raised their hands. Aiden pointed to Jamison. "Why was it wrong?"
Jamison glared at Sean. "Because he used it against someone that did not deserve to be hurt."
Aiden smiled. "What you did didn't deserve retaliation?"
"Not like that."
"Which would you have rather happen, Mr. Sinclair to do to you what you did to him, or stick with what really happened?"
Jamison looked thoughtful for a minute. "I guess what he did."
Aiden nodded. "What you did was immature. It did not help you at all, you only succeeded in angering your opponent, driving him to use spells like that one, therefore losing you the duel."
Jamison didn't look at all repentant, he glared over at Sean, but Aiden turned away. "You have all done well. For homework, I want you all to practice your shield charms, they will be needed tomorrow. Dismissed."
Aiden tuned out the sorting, waiting for his introduction, and then the feast. Finally, he heard Albus announce his name and position. He stood briefly, nodding at the students, all of whom were staring at him in wonder, a select few glaring. He sat back down, Albus talking about the trips to Hogsmeade. 3rd and 4th years were no longer allowed to go, it would be 5th and up, for safety reasons. The first one would be in two weeks.
Aiden left before any of the teachers. When he had accepted this job, he had been Applin. Now, to the students, he was still Harry Potter. He would have to break them of that quickly. He poured himself a small glass of Firewhisky, and downed it. Tomorrow would be a long day. He looked up as Draco entered.
"Hey." The blonde said softly.
"H'lo." Aiden muttered.
"Nervous bout tomorrow?"
Aiden yawned. "Yes. To them I am still Harry Potter."
Draco shook his head. "They'll get used to it."
Aiden shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter. They'll be to busy in my class to worry about that anyway." He sighed. "I'm gonna turn in. Good Night."
((Monday Morning))
Aiden sat in his office. The students would be gathering in the classroom by now, 3 minutes till class started. His first class. 6th year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Not too bad. He had all double classes; Gryffindor paired with Slytherin, Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw, so all his classes were 2 hours. He stood and stretched, and stalked out into the classroom.
"Quite, everyone. I will not tolerate talking in my classroom."
Every eye turned to him, studying him curiously. They were not used to seeing anyone in Muggle Clothing, and Aiden was wearing his usual black leather pants, boots, and cotton tee. His saber was in full sight. He quickly went through roll call.
He eyed each student. "Right. As this is a new subject, I am sure you are all wondering what it is about. I am Hogwarts Duel Master, so I will be teaching you all how to Duel. Properly. Now, I am sure some of you have been in dueling clubs and such, but we will not be doing the proper dueling. These are dark times, we will not be bowing to Voldemort, or his Death Eaters." The class winced as one when they heard the name spoken so freely. "We will also refer to Voldemort by his name. Not any other. A wise witch once said Fear of a Name Increases Fear of the Thing Itself. 5 points from anyone I hear calling him You Know Who, or anything else. Anyway, dueling. Like I said, not the by the rule dueling. I am going to teach you how to stay alive. Today, I will be testing each of you." At the looks he received, he almost smiled. "Not for a grade, just to see where you stand. He looked around, and pointed to a blonde haired Ravenclaw boy in the back of the classroom, who was whispering to his friend across the aisle. "You. What is your name?"
"Abel Washington." He replied haughtily.
Aiden nodded. "Come up here." He looked around, and pointed to a red haired Hufflepuff boy. "And you too. Name?"
"Skye Taylor." He shuffled to the front of the classroom. Aiden pointed to the dais in the middle of the room. "Ok. I want you too to duel."
Both boys looked at him incredulously. "Go on." He snapped. They slowly made their way to the dais. Abel glanced at him. "Anything goes?" he questioned. Aiden nodded. "Except the Unforgivables." Abel smiled and faced Skye, instantly throwing a hex at him, throwing the Hufflepuff into the wall. Skye jumped up and yelled, "I wasn't ready! You cheated!"
"Mr. Taylor!" Aiden yelled. "Five points!" Skye stared at him angrily.
Skye sulked as Aiden continued. "Mr. Washington did a good job. You heard me say we will not be following a duelist rulebook. Anything goes. Be prepared this time. Now back at it."
Skye turned back to Abel, hurling a hex. Abel shouted "Protego!" and the hex bounced off harmlessly. He pointed his wand at the floor beneath Skye, muttering a stream of Latin. The stone beneath Skye's feet turned to red- hot molten stone. Skye jumped, falling off the side of the dais. Abel laughed happily, having got the best of his opponent. He wasn't ready for Skye to send a spell straight at him. The Ravenclaw was yanked forward to his own pool of liquid, Skye levitating him a few inches from the surface. Aiden smiled. "Very good!" he waved his own wand, repairing the stone and releasing Abel. "Excellent job! Mr. Washington, nice shield, and excellent idea, attacking the terrain instead of Mr. Taylor. Taylor, excellent job using Sinclair's own curse against him! 5 points each!"
He turned to the rest of the class. "Now! I want everyone of you to get in groups of two, and spread out over the classroom." The class rushed to obey. "Ok. I want you all to duel, no Unforgivables of course, but other than that.just don't kill anyone. Washington and Taylor, the two of you are to help me watch the others, or you may duel again."
Aiden watched as the students dueled. They were all paired with someone from Their own house, one of their friends, and thus were reluctant to really duel. Their were a few who had put friendships aside, and were dueling fiercely. Mostly Ravenclaws, which wasn't a surprise, but a couple Hufflepuffs as well. The only Interhouse team was Washington and Taylor, who were obviously the most skilled in the class. He turned to watch two girls, who were sending tickling charms at each other. He sighed, and approached them.
"Girls."
They looked up. "Yes Professor?"
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Dueling, sir!" they chorused.
He shook his head. "No, you are not. I want you to use hexes, not tickling charms. Try again."
He turned to the rest of the class. He let them duel for fifteen more minutes, and then shooed them all back to their desks. "All right. Dismissed."
Aiden slowly made his way down to the dungeons, he was exhausted. He had had all the 6th and 4th years today, tomorrow he had only 7th years, which he dreaded, Wednesday 1st years, which he was looking forward too, Thursday 5th years, and Friday the 2nd years. Which meant, he only had 2 classes a day except for Mondays, when he had four. Wasn't too bad, he decided. Mondays would be the hardest.
((Tuesday))
Aiden looked out over his class. 7th year Gryffindor and Slytherin. He was absolutely dreading this class. There weren't many 7th years at all, thankfully, so there were only about 22 in his class, hopefully, he would have time to have them all duel today.
Aiden was beginning to relax. One pair left, Jamison Peters, and smiling, brown haired Gryffindor, and Sean Sinclair, think, black haired boy who was sitting in the back of the classroom, scribbling away on a piece of parchment.
Their duel was fierce and heated. Powerful hexes flew; both boys were quite skilled. Jamison got a mischievous smile on his face, his eyes glinting. Muttering a curse, he stripped the Slytherin to his boxers, and levitated the boy into the air. The class was howling with laughter. Aiden winced, but he had said anything goes. After a few moments, he let the red-faced boy back down. Sinclair was fuming. He raised his wand, and sent one of the most powerful blasts of magic that Aiden had ever seen from a student at Jamison, who fell to the ground, out cold. Angry cries rang out from the Gryffindors, and cheers from the Slytherins. Aiden quickly revived Jamison, who tried to launch himself at Sean. "Dirty Slytherin! Death Eater!" he was screaming. Aiden yelled for silence, and went ignored. "5 points from both houses." He spoke softly. No one noticed. "5 more." He had taken 45 points from each house before anyone noticed. "Thank you." He spoke in a quiet tone. "There will never be any yelling in my classroom again. Sit down. All of you." The class sulkily sat down in their seats. "Now." Aiden began. "We have wasted the rest of our time, due to House Rivalry."
Jamison spoke up. "But Professor! He used Dark Magic!"
Aiden nodded. "I saw that. It was excellently cast." The whole class looked shocked. Aiden smiled. "Who in here believes that Dark Magic is evil?"
Every Gryffindor but one raised their hand. Not a single Slytherin did, though he could tell some did think so, but knew better than to agree. He pointed to the lone Gryffindor. "What is your name?"
"Rose Ivans." The girl spoke in a cool smooth voice.
"And why, Miss. Ivans, do you not consider Dark Magic to be evil?"
"Magic itself is not evil. It is the user that makes it so. If one used Dark Magic to kill someone for wrong reasons, it would be wrong. But, it can be used for good as well."
Aiden nodded. "Right. And so-called Light Magic can be used for evil. Magic is just magic; it is neither right nor wrong. The witch or wizard determines that. Now. Who here believes what Mr. Sinclair did was wrong?"
Once again, almost all Gryffindors raised their hands. Aiden pointed to Jamison. "Why was it wrong?"
Jamison glared at Sean. "Because he used it against someone that did not deserve to be hurt."
Aiden smiled. "What you did didn't deserve retaliation?"
"Not like that."
"Which would you have rather happen, Mr. Sinclair to do to you what you did to him, or stick with what really happened?"
Jamison looked thoughtful for a minute. "I guess what he did."
Aiden nodded. "What you did was immature. It did not help you at all, you only succeeded in angering your opponent, driving him to use spells like that one, therefore losing you the duel."
Jamison didn't look at all repentant, he glared over at Sean, but Aiden turned away. "You have all done well. For homework, I want you all to practice your shield charms, they will be needed tomorrow. Dismissed."