Chapter 11: When All Hope is Lost
As Harry made his way down to the Great Hall, he spotted a notice on the bulletin board, saying that the next Hogsmead trip was the next day. Excited, Harry quickened his pace and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. He quickly noticed that there were only a couple of people eating at the early hour. Sitting at the Gryfindor table, he began planning his lessons for the day. Just as he was finishing, however, he found Hermione standing over his shoulder, reading every word that he had written.
"Harry," she said, "Don't you think that some of those spells are a little too difficult for the First Years? This is going to be their first Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson."
"Yes, I know Hermione, but now with Voldermort very powerful," He was cut off.
"What? He can't be any more powerful than you or the Balance of Power. He just can't be." The news about what happened on the train had died down, and Harry already forgot about that incident. He knew perfectly well that the training of the students at Hogwarts was needed. Harry had to have support and something to occupy his mind.
"Hermione, when we were that age, we could perform these spells. They can too."
"But Harry, you are Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. They are not. They are not as powerful as you."
"Anyone can be as powerful as they want as long as they have the correct tools and need or desire for it. I intend to spark their interest for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I intend to give them the materials and support that they need. I have found throughout my life that one can do anything, as long as he has the desire. Only, for me, no one was there to support me. I don't want them to go through the same things that I did. They will not live in the miserable world that I do. I guarantee you that." With those words, Harry stormed out of the Great Hall and headed for the Room of Requirement.
Walking into the room, he realized that it was Potions day. With a groan, Harry seated himself in the chair on the opposite side of the room and waited for Dumbledore. After a couple of minutes, he appeared and they started with the day's potions lesson. They were working on the Death and Destruction Potion, a very powerful potion that could turn the whole world in turmoil. Why they were brewing this, Harry did not know. He didn't question Dumbledore either, thinking that he had his reasons, and that he would've brought the subject up if he would tell Harry.
After the lesson, Harry realized that Potions really wasn't really that bad without Snape breathing over your shoulder, just waiting for him to make a mistake. Harry made his way to his new classroom and started to set the room up for the Hufflepuff first years. As they entered the room, they all looked very nervous. After they had all arrived, Harry started to teach the lesson, starting with talking about why Defense Against the Dark Arts was important, and even who Voldemort was. He insisted also that all people can Voldemort by his name, not by You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named, which upset a couple of the students who belonged to very important and old wizarding families.
Finally, the day to go to Hogsmead arrived, leaving the castle empty of all students third year and above. The morning started out very well. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to all of their favorite stores before sitting down in the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer.
Just as they were about to leave Hogsmead, Harry's scar erupted with pain, making him fall to the ground screaming in agony. Looking behind him, through his blurry eyesight he could see Voldemort. All of the town was in a panic, erupted in chaos. Harry knew that he needed to get away. He was not trained enough to know all of his powers and couldn't win. Staggering to the castle, he found Voldemort running after him.
"I have more powerful powers! You cannot defeat me! You are weak."
Before Harry could answer, he found himself being dragged into Hogwarts Castle by Hargid while Dumbledore tried to distract Voldemort. Before Harry could see what was happening, he feinted and lost all communication to the outside world.
As Harry made his way down to the Great Hall, he spotted a notice on the bulletin board, saying that the next Hogsmead trip was the next day. Excited, Harry quickened his pace and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. He quickly noticed that there were only a couple of people eating at the early hour. Sitting at the Gryfindor table, he began planning his lessons for the day. Just as he was finishing, however, he found Hermione standing over his shoulder, reading every word that he had written.
"Harry," she said, "Don't you think that some of those spells are a little too difficult for the First Years? This is going to be their first Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson."
"Yes, I know Hermione, but now with Voldermort very powerful," He was cut off.
"What? He can't be any more powerful than you or the Balance of Power. He just can't be." The news about what happened on the train had died down, and Harry already forgot about that incident. He knew perfectly well that the training of the students at Hogwarts was needed. Harry had to have support and something to occupy his mind.
"Hermione, when we were that age, we could perform these spells. They can too."
"But Harry, you are Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. They are not. They are not as powerful as you."
"Anyone can be as powerful as they want as long as they have the correct tools and need or desire for it. I intend to spark their interest for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I intend to give them the materials and support that they need. I have found throughout my life that one can do anything, as long as he has the desire. Only, for me, no one was there to support me. I don't want them to go through the same things that I did. They will not live in the miserable world that I do. I guarantee you that." With those words, Harry stormed out of the Great Hall and headed for the Room of Requirement.
Walking into the room, he realized that it was Potions day. With a groan, Harry seated himself in the chair on the opposite side of the room and waited for Dumbledore. After a couple of minutes, he appeared and they started with the day's potions lesson. They were working on the Death and Destruction Potion, a very powerful potion that could turn the whole world in turmoil. Why they were brewing this, Harry did not know. He didn't question Dumbledore either, thinking that he had his reasons, and that he would've brought the subject up if he would tell Harry.
After the lesson, Harry realized that Potions really wasn't really that bad without Snape breathing over your shoulder, just waiting for him to make a mistake. Harry made his way to his new classroom and started to set the room up for the Hufflepuff first years. As they entered the room, they all looked very nervous. After they had all arrived, Harry started to teach the lesson, starting with talking about why Defense Against the Dark Arts was important, and even who Voldemort was. He insisted also that all people can Voldemort by his name, not by You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named, which upset a couple of the students who belonged to very important and old wizarding families.
Finally, the day to go to Hogsmead arrived, leaving the castle empty of all students third year and above. The morning started out very well. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to all of their favorite stores before sitting down in the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer.
Just as they were about to leave Hogsmead, Harry's scar erupted with pain, making him fall to the ground screaming in agony. Looking behind him, through his blurry eyesight he could see Voldemort. All of the town was in a panic, erupted in chaos. Harry knew that he needed to get away. He was not trained enough to know all of his powers and couldn't win. Staggering to the castle, he found Voldemort running after him.
"I have more powerful powers! You cannot defeat me! You are weak."
Before Harry could answer, he found himself being dragged into Hogwarts Castle by Hargid while Dumbledore tried to distract Voldemort. Before Harry could see what was happening, he feinted and lost all communication to the outside world.