Chapter Seven:
New-Old Classes
"You're late, Mr. Potter."
The sound of his teacher's voice was unsettling. Harry felt his stomach turn as he entered the room.
"I expect more from my advanced level students. Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now please take a seat before you further interrupt my class," said Snape.
Harry blushed ferociously, and slumped over to a seat next to Hermione.
"Now," began Snape, "Where was I? Ah, yes, you are all now in advanced level Potions. I have high expectations from you all, as I was just telling Potter. Much more, that is to say, than I have had in previous years. This is due to many things, none of which you need to know. Today will mostly be note taking, and at the end I will ask some of you questions on what we have just learned."
He looked directly at Harry as he said this, and there was no denying. He would be one of the students chosen.
Harry tried his best to take accurate notes during class, but his mind kept drifting to other topics, (i.e. Ginny). At the near end of the double period, Snape set down his wand and looked around the room, acting as if he was about to choose a pupil.
Harry was very nervous about the whole ordeal, and when Hermione looked over at his paper, she saw that he had no more than two lines of writing. Thinking fast, she swapped parchment with him before he could protest. Luckily, Snape did not notice.
"Potter," he spat.
Snape was obviously looking to catch him off guard, but Harry was armed with the most in-depth notes there were. There was no doubt in his mind that the answer to Snape's question would be found somewhere in Hermione's notes.
"Tell me, Potter, what is it that the ancient Egyptians used to call Woodselsnov?"
Harry flipped through the pages as quickly as he could, scanning for the answer.
"We're waiting, Potter."
Harry started to feel a small bit of perspiration start to build up around his temple. He just couldn't find it. Where on earth would it be? He tried to think of what part of class that Ancient Egypt had been mentioned, and was just about to give up when his eyes rested upon a single sentence and the bottom of one of the sheets.
"The Ancient Egyptians," Harry started, "called it Anuck Phainud, otherwise known as the drink of the gods."
"Ah," said Snape, "Can you tell me why that is?"
Harry looked at him shockingly. Surely is wasn't fair for him to ask two in a row? Harry glanced down at the page, but he knew Hermione hadn't gotten this bit down.
"I don't know, sir."
"I see. Well, Potter, maybe you should rethink your decision to study advanced Potions. You obviously weren't cut out for it if you can't even manage to take a couple of decent notes." finished Snape.
A group of Slytherins started to snicker, and alarmingly Harry noticed that Draco Malfoy was in the middle of it all. Why didn't he notice him?
Harry hung his head as Snape moved on to another victim, this time a skinny looking Hufflepuff.
"That is sooo unfair," whispered Hermione. "He only hinted at why it was called that, and it wasn't even until after he started talking about theofroc."
But Harry was lost already. He just stared into space, waiting for class to be over.
Finally, the bell rang. Harry started to gather his things slowly, but it was only when Hermione started to talk to him about Ginny that he remembered their lunch date. Snape had already held them back a few minutes, and with all the space between the dungeons and the Charms room, Harry would be lucky to see anyone in that hallway.
He threw his books in his bag and ran up the stairs as fast as he could. One floor, two floors, and finally he was there. Where was she? He looked both ways, and thought that he could see someone with bright red hair a way down the hall.
"GINNY!" he yelled. "GINNY!"
She spun around and the look of disappointment on her face turned to pure glee. She had evidently thought that he had ditched her, but when she saw she was mistaken, ran to meet him halfway down the corridor.
"Hey," he said, out of breath. "Sorry.couldn't.Snape."
"Don't worry," she said, "It doesn't matter."
Harry looked down at his watch. Lunch was already almost half over, they didn't have much time.
"I'm sorry, Ginny, but I don't think there's enough time left for what I had planned-"
Ginny gave him a look of surprise and said, "Oh, that's alright, let's just go for a walk then?"
He looked at her, glad that she wasn't upset. Cho would have certainly gotten upset. She might have even cried. "Sure," he said, "But you must know, Granger, I don't put out on the first date, so if you're just looking for some action."
She grinned and pushed him playfully, but he just gave her a look of innocence. "What?" he said jokingly.
They walked together through the corridor, down the stairs, and out the double front doors. As they started down the hill in front of the castle, Harry grabbed her hand. They walked together all around the grounds, talking about anything and everything. 'She's perfect,' thought Harry. Little did he know that she was thinking the same thing.
The pair went to sit under the shade of a small tree. It was light brown in color with unbelievably smooth bark. It's leaves were bright green in color, but not in an obnoxious way. They lay in the shade, propped up on their elbows. Their conversation was lost in the wind, which blew through Ginny's hair and made it look beautifully mussed. After about ten minutes of just lying there, enjoying the day, the warning bell rang. They had five minutes to get to class, and they were halfway across the grounds. Both of them jumped up and ran back to the castle.
"Damn," said Harry, "We're going to be late. What did you say you had now?"
"Transfiguration," she replied.
"I'll walk you, but we better hurry."
Ginny looked at him like he was out of his mind.
"Harry, you know I couldn't ask you to do that. You've already been late to one class today, and I can find Mcgonagall's room perfectly fine," she said sternly.
He knew she was right. "Okay," he said.
Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"I guess I'll see you at dinner?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes," she replied, "I'll save you a seat."
The two of them parted, each going a different direction at the top of the stairs.
Harry raced to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, checking his watch for the millionth time. He was already three minutes late.
Harry burst in the door, surprising the entire class.
"Well, I was beginning to wonder if we'd see you, Mr. Potter."
Harry saw a fairly young looking man. He was about 6'1", and had short, sandy blonde hair from which his ears protruded very slightly. He had captivating hazel eyes and seemed like the kind of teacher that Harry could definitely get used to.
"I'm sorry, Professor.er." Harry checked his schedule paper. ".Whitten."
"Please call me Luke. I've already asked the rest of the class to."
Yes, Harry thought, he was definitely going to like this teacher.
Harry took a seat in the middle of the room, between Ron and Hermione.
Seamus raised his hand high in the air.
"Er, Professor, I mean Luke, I mean Professor Luke, I-"
The whole class laughed at Seamus, but in a friendly way. Luke smiled as well and said, "Well, I guess Professor Luke works as well, now what was your question?"
But it didn't matter what Seamus' question was, because the name Professor Luke stuck, and that was what he became to be known as.
Professor Luke tried to quiet the class, but they wouldn't be silenced. So with a wave of his wand he made a loud cracking noise and all the light from the room was gone. The sunlight no longer shown in through the windows, and the torches no longer burned in their brackets. Everyone got very quiet, and then, suddenly, the light returned.
"That was amazing!" exclaimed Ron.
"Well thank you," said the teacher, "But that's not what we're here to learn. Now I understand that last year you learned mostly out of a book, is that correct?"
The class' murmurs confirmed this fact, and Professor Luke said, "Well, I'm sorry to say that we will have a bit of that this year, but on the most part I'm not so good with books, I like the practical more, wouldn't you agree?"
The class seemed very excited at this, and when the noise died down, Seamus raised his hand and shouted out, "What did you used to do for a job?"
Luke smiled at Seamus, as if this was exactly the question he had been hoping to be asked.
"I am an auror for the Ministry of Magic," he said proudly.
The whole class gaped in wonderment. Another auror? But surely this one wasn't crazy like Moody.
Dean looked at him questioningly. "How can we tell you're not off your rocker like the last one?"
There were scattered stammers of "Yeah" and "He's right" all across the room.
Professor Luke seemed to be thinking, but in the end he just lifted his hands up and said, "I don't know, I guess you'll just have to trust me."
This answer was more satisfying than any concrete one would have been. For the rest of the lesson, all the students listened carefully to what Professor Luke was saying. He talked of all sorts of complex jinxes and curses they would be learning this year, as well as their counter parts. When the bell rang, everyone was very displeased that the lesson had to come to an end so soon.
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"Unfortunately, we do not know the details. Is it true that an evil wizard is after his son?" asked the old man. "Yes," replied Sirius, "Harry. He's his son. But how can James be alive? I remember when he died, I saw the body, it." The old man gave him the silencing look once more and said, "Oh, no, James is not fully alive. There is a way that can be achieved, yes, but we are not familiar with it. It makes no sense to us." Sirius was getting extremely irritated with the man. "Look, I'll help James, I'll help Harry, just tell me how to get out." "You need to be relaxed and focused. Now, concentrate on what you have to do. You must pull yourself back through the veil."
New-Old Classes
"You're late, Mr. Potter."
The sound of his teacher's voice was unsettling. Harry felt his stomach turn as he entered the room.
"I expect more from my advanced level students. Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now please take a seat before you further interrupt my class," said Snape.
Harry blushed ferociously, and slumped over to a seat next to Hermione.
"Now," began Snape, "Where was I? Ah, yes, you are all now in advanced level Potions. I have high expectations from you all, as I was just telling Potter. Much more, that is to say, than I have had in previous years. This is due to many things, none of which you need to know. Today will mostly be note taking, and at the end I will ask some of you questions on what we have just learned."
He looked directly at Harry as he said this, and there was no denying. He would be one of the students chosen.
Harry tried his best to take accurate notes during class, but his mind kept drifting to other topics, (i.e. Ginny). At the near end of the double period, Snape set down his wand and looked around the room, acting as if he was about to choose a pupil.
Harry was very nervous about the whole ordeal, and when Hermione looked over at his paper, she saw that he had no more than two lines of writing. Thinking fast, she swapped parchment with him before he could protest. Luckily, Snape did not notice.
"Potter," he spat.
Snape was obviously looking to catch him off guard, but Harry was armed with the most in-depth notes there were. There was no doubt in his mind that the answer to Snape's question would be found somewhere in Hermione's notes.
"Tell me, Potter, what is it that the ancient Egyptians used to call Woodselsnov?"
Harry flipped through the pages as quickly as he could, scanning for the answer.
"We're waiting, Potter."
Harry started to feel a small bit of perspiration start to build up around his temple. He just couldn't find it. Where on earth would it be? He tried to think of what part of class that Ancient Egypt had been mentioned, and was just about to give up when his eyes rested upon a single sentence and the bottom of one of the sheets.
"The Ancient Egyptians," Harry started, "called it Anuck Phainud, otherwise known as the drink of the gods."
"Ah," said Snape, "Can you tell me why that is?"
Harry looked at him shockingly. Surely is wasn't fair for him to ask two in a row? Harry glanced down at the page, but he knew Hermione hadn't gotten this bit down.
"I don't know, sir."
"I see. Well, Potter, maybe you should rethink your decision to study advanced Potions. You obviously weren't cut out for it if you can't even manage to take a couple of decent notes." finished Snape.
A group of Slytherins started to snicker, and alarmingly Harry noticed that Draco Malfoy was in the middle of it all. Why didn't he notice him?
Harry hung his head as Snape moved on to another victim, this time a skinny looking Hufflepuff.
"That is sooo unfair," whispered Hermione. "He only hinted at why it was called that, and it wasn't even until after he started talking about theofroc."
But Harry was lost already. He just stared into space, waiting for class to be over.
Finally, the bell rang. Harry started to gather his things slowly, but it was only when Hermione started to talk to him about Ginny that he remembered their lunch date. Snape had already held them back a few minutes, and with all the space between the dungeons and the Charms room, Harry would be lucky to see anyone in that hallway.
He threw his books in his bag and ran up the stairs as fast as he could. One floor, two floors, and finally he was there. Where was she? He looked both ways, and thought that he could see someone with bright red hair a way down the hall.
"GINNY!" he yelled. "GINNY!"
She spun around and the look of disappointment on her face turned to pure glee. She had evidently thought that he had ditched her, but when she saw she was mistaken, ran to meet him halfway down the corridor.
"Hey," he said, out of breath. "Sorry.couldn't.Snape."
"Don't worry," she said, "It doesn't matter."
Harry looked down at his watch. Lunch was already almost half over, they didn't have much time.
"I'm sorry, Ginny, but I don't think there's enough time left for what I had planned-"
Ginny gave him a look of surprise and said, "Oh, that's alright, let's just go for a walk then?"
He looked at her, glad that she wasn't upset. Cho would have certainly gotten upset. She might have even cried. "Sure," he said, "But you must know, Granger, I don't put out on the first date, so if you're just looking for some action."
She grinned and pushed him playfully, but he just gave her a look of innocence. "What?" he said jokingly.
They walked together through the corridor, down the stairs, and out the double front doors. As they started down the hill in front of the castle, Harry grabbed her hand. They walked together all around the grounds, talking about anything and everything. 'She's perfect,' thought Harry. Little did he know that she was thinking the same thing.
The pair went to sit under the shade of a small tree. It was light brown in color with unbelievably smooth bark. It's leaves were bright green in color, but not in an obnoxious way. They lay in the shade, propped up on their elbows. Their conversation was lost in the wind, which blew through Ginny's hair and made it look beautifully mussed. After about ten minutes of just lying there, enjoying the day, the warning bell rang. They had five minutes to get to class, and they were halfway across the grounds. Both of them jumped up and ran back to the castle.
"Damn," said Harry, "We're going to be late. What did you say you had now?"
"Transfiguration," she replied.
"I'll walk you, but we better hurry."
Ginny looked at him like he was out of his mind.
"Harry, you know I couldn't ask you to do that. You've already been late to one class today, and I can find Mcgonagall's room perfectly fine," she said sternly.
He knew she was right. "Okay," he said.
Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"I guess I'll see you at dinner?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes," she replied, "I'll save you a seat."
The two of them parted, each going a different direction at the top of the stairs.
Harry raced to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, checking his watch for the millionth time. He was already three minutes late.
Harry burst in the door, surprising the entire class.
"Well, I was beginning to wonder if we'd see you, Mr. Potter."
Harry saw a fairly young looking man. He was about 6'1", and had short, sandy blonde hair from which his ears protruded very slightly. He had captivating hazel eyes and seemed like the kind of teacher that Harry could definitely get used to.
"I'm sorry, Professor.er." Harry checked his schedule paper. ".Whitten."
"Please call me Luke. I've already asked the rest of the class to."
Yes, Harry thought, he was definitely going to like this teacher.
Harry took a seat in the middle of the room, between Ron and Hermione.
Seamus raised his hand high in the air.
"Er, Professor, I mean Luke, I mean Professor Luke, I-"
The whole class laughed at Seamus, but in a friendly way. Luke smiled as well and said, "Well, I guess Professor Luke works as well, now what was your question?"
But it didn't matter what Seamus' question was, because the name Professor Luke stuck, and that was what he became to be known as.
Professor Luke tried to quiet the class, but they wouldn't be silenced. So with a wave of his wand he made a loud cracking noise and all the light from the room was gone. The sunlight no longer shown in through the windows, and the torches no longer burned in their brackets. Everyone got very quiet, and then, suddenly, the light returned.
"That was amazing!" exclaimed Ron.
"Well thank you," said the teacher, "But that's not what we're here to learn. Now I understand that last year you learned mostly out of a book, is that correct?"
The class' murmurs confirmed this fact, and Professor Luke said, "Well, I'm sorry to say that we will have a bit of that this year, but on the most part I'm not so good with books, I like the practical more, wouldn't you agree?"
The class seemed very excited at this, and when the noise died down, Seamus raised his hand and shouted out, "What did you used to do for a job?"
Luke smiled at Seamus, as if this was exactly the question he had been hoping to be asked.
"I am an auror for the Ministry of Magic," he said proudly.
The whole class gaped in wonderment. Another auror? But surely this one wasn't crazy like Moody.
Dean looked at him questioningly. "How can we tell you're not off your rocker like the last one?"
There were scattered stammers of "Yeah" and "He's right" all across the room.
Professor Luke seemed to be thinking, but in the end he just lifted his hands up and said, "I don't know, I guess you'll just have to trust me."
This answer was more satisfying than any concrete one would have been. For the rest of the lesson, all the students listened carefully to what Professor Luke was saying. He talked of all sorts of complex jinxes and curses they would be learning this year, as well as their counter parts. When the bell rang, everyone was very displeased that the lesson had to come to an end so soon.
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"Unfortunately, we do not know the details. Is it true that an evil wizard is after his son?" asked the old man. "Yes," replied Sirius, "Harry. He's his son. But how can James be alive? I remember when he died, I saw the body, it." The old man gave him the silencing look once more and said, "Oh, no, James is not fully alive. There is a way that can be achieved, yes, but we are not familiar with it. It makes no sense to us." Sirius was getting extremely irritated with the man. "Look, I'll help James, I'll help Harry, just tell me how to get out." "You need to be relaxed and focused. Now, concentrate on what you have to do. You must pull yourself back through the veil."