Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
Lastly Madame Klump said before the students retired for the evening, "If you have any questions about what it is you might be riding, please see Professor Potter and he can look into it for you."
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Chapter Seven: School Daze
The first day of classes usually begins with breakfast down in the dining hall. However Harry's day began with about a dozen overly anxious students pestering him with questions about flying and Quidditch.
"Professor Potter is it true that you're bringing Quidditch back to school?" asked an excited fifth year.
"Are you really going to work with all of us to learn how to fly before the tryouts professor?" squeaked a second year boy.
"Have you really repaired the pitch all by yourself sir? Is it really ready for a match?" spoke a burly seventh year boy with hope in his eyes.
"How will you select students for the team's professor?" asked another student.
This went on for a few more corridors until the reached the doors of the dining hall and though Harry was amused by their excitement, he was also hungry and in need of his morning cup of coffee.
"Everyone, please be patient, I haven't worked it all out yet. As soon as I do I'm sure of what I'm doing Madame Klump will make the announcements." said Harry as he went into the hall. Reaching the staff table Harry sat down and was looking forward to a peaceful breakfast when Fronia Thorne, the Muggles Studies professor, began talking to him about her third years.
"Good morning Harry." she said in a sing song voice that reminded him oddly of Luna Lovegood. This was not going to be good. Fronia continued, "As you may know the school hasn't had a decent flying instructor for the past five years, and my third years are in a desperate need for lessons." He was seeing where this was going, but somehow didn't have the heart to stop her, so he listened.
"Parker and I were wondering if you could help us out. You see neither one of us are any good on a broom and seeing as you are a qualified instructor, would you consider giving them a tutorial before the Quidditch tryouts?" she asked with held breath.
As soon as Fronia had finished asking Harry about teaching her sponsored class Terentia Smallwood, the elderly Herbology professor and Fitzy, who taught Charms, also joined the conversation for the same reason. Before Harry even had breakfast and his morning coffee in his stomach his flying class had just quadrupled and all three women had very satisfied looks on their faces. 'Why can't I ever say no to a woman?' thought Harry to himself.
So before any more professors could ask him to look in on their students flying needs, Harry stood up and made an announcement to the entire student body, "Attention, if there are any students who feel that they need to take flying lessons prior to the Quidditch tryouts in two weeks please see me after classes today. If there are a large number of you, I will post schedules in your house common rooms and in the library for everyone to take flying tutorials with me. Thank you." and Harry sat back down with every the intention of eating his breakfast.
Shortly after Harry made his announcement; Hedwig came swooping into the dining hall to nick a bit of Harry's breakfast. Since Harry had graduated from the Auror Training Academy she had shared breakfast with him every morning and her routine was not going to be altered due to some new job her master now had. So she stood on the staff table taking a gulp from his goblet as Harry tore off a bit of his toast to give to her said, "Good morning girl, have a good night hunting?" to which she hooted her disagreement.
After Harry had some breakfast in him he picked up the first years' class schedules and began to pass them out to his sponsored class. As he stood up from the staff table Hedwig took flight and landed firmly on his shoulder. At the beginning of each year, it is the sponsor's responsibility to make sure their students have their proper schedules before classes started. As he located his students he felt a bit like Professor McGonagall as he walked around handing them out, and he wondered 'I bet she's doing the same thing right about now.'
At the girl's tables, Harry gave Ms. Beaumont, Ms. Gamble, Ms. Kennedy, Ms. Selkirk and Ms. Su their new course schedules and wished them luck in potions that morning before going over to the boys table to hand Mr. Beagle and Mr. Malfoy their schedules.
"Good morning gentlemen, I see you have Potions with Professor Sangeorge first thing this today. Do try not to blow up the potions laboratory on the first day." he said with a wink and with this task completed Harry strode out of the dining hall to go up to his classroom.
In the entrance hall Harry stopped and sent his loyal owl on her way and made his way up the stairs to his classroom, where he was finally allowed by Dobby to see his newly redecorated office. The office itself was not a lavish room, unlike the headmistress', but it was a comfortable looking room with two doors, one leading to the hallway and the other leading to his classroom. Or course, that what is looked like when it was empty, Harry almost shuddered at what it would be now. Then again, his quarters had been beautiful and not one thing was wrong in it, maybe he would like his as well.
Standing in the hallway, Harry took a deep breath and opened the door to his office. It wasn't as nicely decorated as his quarters, but the furniture was very nice, with a large mahogany desk and on one wall were shelves with various sized cages and aquariums for the dark creatures he would produce for the third years to study. On another side, by the windows was a small lounge area with a couch and a winged back chair for when he met with his sponsored class. However, the first bell rang for student to begin their way to their first period class and Harry would have to enjoy his office at another time.
Harry's first lesson of the day was the fifth years. As there were only six students in the fifth year, five boys and one girl, it was a much smaller class than he was used to, but thanks to Hermione he was prepared for anything on the first day, tomorrow, that would be scary, but today he was calm, cool and collected.
"Good morning fifth years," he said to them, "I hope everyone is wide awake and ready for a new school year." A few students grumbled. "That's good," Harry continued cheerfully, "because first thing we have today is a quiz." Now he had everyone's full attention as he passed out the parchments to them.
"Oh there's no need to worry about this, it isn't for a grade, but rather for extra credit." he explained, "it's just a simple survey for me to gage how much you already know and how I'm going to teach you this term. Since this is your O.W.L. year, I want to make sure we can cram in as much information in your heads as possible to make sure you score as high as possible so you can have the careers of your choice."
The students all took out their quills and parchment and began to work on their surveys, which in itself took about 35 minutes to complete, and when they were done, they had a ton of questions for him on a variety of subjects. So Harry played along and gave them the opportunity to ask.
"Professor, is it true that you were an Auror?" asked Kieran McDuff.
"Yes, Mr. McDuff, I was one briefly, and before you ask, yes, I did graduate from the Auror Training Academy after a grueling three year program.
"Sir, is it true that you stood alone against hundred of Death Eaters and You-Know-Who, killing them all?' asked Mr. Scott Tamblin.
"Well, that's a bit of an overstatement, Mr. Tamblin. I did fight against them in the battle that day, but I was hardly alone. There were many very brave men and women who also fought, some of which didn't survive." said Harry with a bit of a lump in his throat. "Also, for future reference, there will no called Voldemort," a few students flinched, "by any title such as 'You-Know-Who' or 'He-Who-Not-Be-Named,' you will either call him 'Voldemort' or you may call him 'Tom Riddle,' which is his birth name."
"Professor?"
"Yes Ms. Walters?" replied Harry.
His student replied "Are you alright?" Harry immediately thought of Ginny Weasley. That was something she would have said right then.
"Yes, I'm fine Ms. Walters, but thank you for asking."
"What can we expect our try-outs to be like in two weeks, sir?" asked Stuart Ballard.
"Nice try Mr. Ballard, you'll find out in two weeks."
"Damn." the boy said in a whisper.
"Is it true that the former Minister of Magic tried to have you expelled when you were a student and that you transfigured him into a rat for it?" asked Philip Lambert.
"Yes and no, Mr. Lambert, yes he tried to get me expelled, twice I might add, but no I did not transfigure him into anything what-so-ever. Though to be honest, I probably would have liked to have at the time."
"Professor…" Carter Kirkwood began, but Harry cut him off.
"Sorry to interrupt Mr. Kirkwood, but our time is growing short and I wanted to give out your homework assignment. I would like you to read and review the first five chapters of your defense tests and then give me 12 inches of parchment on it due by your next class with me, which would be on Wednesday."
The class groaned but obeyed and soon the bell rang to signal the end of their first class of the day.
Harry's next period was with the fourth years and once again he repeated the survey and was once again bombarded with a fast and furious barrage of questions, which he did his best to answer or correct. He also gave this group the same homework as the fifth years, but theirs wasn't due until Friday, their next Defense class with him.
After the bell rang to announce lunch, Harry found himself walking down to the dining hall to eat when he noticed several of the boys also walking down the stairs with owls on the shoulders. This puzzled Harry a great deal. 'Is there yet another odd tradition to this school that I forgot about?' Harry thought. 'Merlin help me if I have.' Harry hoped that this was something that was just an oddity of the school as he had tried to keep up on everything.
When he reached the staff table he took a seat beside Professor Sangeorge and engaged her in conversation, "Vesta, why are several of the boys walking around with owls?" Professor Fitzhugh, who was sitting on the other side of the potions mistress, began to giggle. "Fitzy, do behave," admonished the stern witch, and she turned back to Harry and answered him, "well it seems that our newest member of staff was seen walking out of breakfast this morning wearing a snowy white owl on his shoulder and it has quickly become the newest fashionable thing for the boys to do in school."
Harry groaned and put this face in his hands and sank into his chair and said "I'll think I'll be eating lunch under the table today." Both of female professors snorted in laughter. However, this was short lived as Professor Proctor strode into the dining hall and shooed all the owls away saying "This, gentlemen, is a dining hall and not the owlrey, please try to remember that in the future." Then Professor Proctor turned and glared at Harry, who could only think 'He is so trying to be like Snape, but not quite there.' The rest of the lunch period was a quiet affair for Harry as he ate with a slight smirk.
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After lunch Harry went to his double session with the sixth and the seventh years. Since his predecessor, Professor Ingersol, had left no instruction about these students, he also administered the survey to them and over half and hour later....
"Are there any more survey's still out there?" asked Harry getting no response in the affirmative. "Very well then," he continued, "everyone put away your quill and ink and get your wands out, we are going to have a practical lesson today, so I can see what you are capable of." Soon the students had risen from their seats and with a swish of his wand; Harry cleared the room of the desks and chair leaving a large area to work in.
"Since there is an even number of sixth years, that'll make pairing you up easy, but I seem to have an odd number of seventh years, so one of you will have to team up me with as I give the demonstration of the disarming charm and then one group will have to work with three as I tour the room observing you." Almost immediately all but one seventh year volunteered to work with their newest professor.
Harry noticed that Daithi Flannery was trying to go unobserved in the back of the seventh year group and called on him to be his partner in the demonstration, much to the young Irishman's chagrin. However, the boy obeyed and came forward as Harry began lecturing them on proper movement and stance when dueling. So Harry began his mock duel with Mr. Flannery. Whenever he did something correct, Harry informed the class to take note of it, such as when he stood sideways to give his attacker a smaller object to try and curse.
Soon Harry ended the duel and slapped the boy on the back and said, "Well done." before he began to move through the room observing the others. As he walked the room Harry witnessed an exceptional amount of very sloppy wand work, which reminded him of his fifth year in the 'Room of Requirement.'
All in all, Harry was much more satisfied with the older students, though they also had questions for him; they were also focused on their school work, which led him to give out a three foot assignment on dueling techniques and their own point of view on them. Of course, Harry took a little pity on them and gave them a whole week to work on it.
After his double session ended after four long hours, Harry was finally able to enjoy his first free moment of the day. Harry decided he better take advantage of the opportunity and went through the surveys he had collected that day and as he sat in his office and he discovered that what he found did not make him happy. The fifth years, which were getting ready to take their O.W.L.'s were roughly at the level of third years. This would not do. Luckily the fourth years were about at the same level, so they weren't too far behind and the sixth and seventh years had the necessary knowledge, but lacked the practice skills he wanted them to have. Hopefully that essay he gave them might encourage them to come up with some excellent ideas for their dueling.
Also before dinner Harry took the time to review his schedule and those of the students. While he had most of Wednesday free, except for his first period with the fifth years, he decided he might as well begin scheduling flying times for those who wanted it. His first years already had a flying class scheduled for fourth period on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so he ignored them. Harry found the fourth years were available second period on Wednesday and the second years had third period open that day and the third years had fourth period open and if needed, he would give the upper three years Saturdays to work on flying with him. He thought this would work out for a week or two until the tryouts.
Harry made several copies of this new flying schedule for the headmistress, the class sponsors, the student common rooms and library and headed off to the dining hall to have something to eat and to ask Edwina to make the appropriate announcement at dinner.
'As first days go,' Harry thought to himself as he made his way down the stairs, 'it wasn't too bad after all.'
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
For everyone who realized that the name of my school is the same family name from the E. M. Forster book, "A Room With A View," I didn't do it on purpose, but I did love the movie, so I might have been a residual memory in my mind that it was a "British" name.
Captuniv wrote Most excellent! Liked Harry's interaction with his first years. And loved the welcoming feast. Say, it seems like Honeychurch has it's own Snape in Professor Proctor. Looking forward to seeing the first day of classes. Keep it coming!!
Answer - Well Botolf Proctor may not be what he seems, Harry barely knows the man and is only reacting to what he has seen so far.
Kandice wrote Thanks for the very quick updates! Also, Buffy fan? "Xander" is usually only stolen by Buffy fans. (-cough-I am guilty for stealing his name *many* times. And...I don't think that'll be stopping anytime soon.) Keep up the great job!
Answer - Actually Xander is short for Alexander. I thought it sounded more wizardy. Also sorry about the formating of Chapter 5, like I said before, for some dumb reason I started writing Chapter 6 before I had 5 polished and in some parts finished. So I apologize for it.
neely61 wrote Ok, I love it so far! Keep up the great writing. I love that Dobby is with Harry now. Is Winky going to show up at some point?
Answer - Winky takes care of Grimmauld Place, so she won't be living with Harry and Dobby, BUT if Fiddy gets too touchy feely with Dobby who knows what may happen. :)
Lastly, as you may have realized when reading my story(s), I have a tendency at typographical and grammatical errors. In other words....
I NEED A BETA!!!!!! Anyone interested? Please let me know.
By Darkmoore
Lastly Madame Klump said before the students retired for the evening, "If you have any questions about what it is you might be riding, please see Professor Potter and he can look into it for you."
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Chapter Seven: School Daze
The first day of classes usually begins with breakfast down in the dining hall. However Harry's day began with about a dozen overly anxious students pestering him with questions about flying and Quidditch.
"Professor Potter is it true that you're bringing Quidditch back to school?" asked an excited fifth year.
"Are you really going to work with all of us to learn how to fly before the tryouts professor?" squeaked a second year boy.
"Have you really repaired the pitch all by yourself sir? Is it really ready for a match?" spoke a burly seventh year boy with hope in his eyes.
"How will you select students for the team's professor?" asked another student.
This went on for a few more corridors until the reached the doors of the dining hall and though Harry was amused by their excitement, he was also hungry and in need of his morning cup of coffee.
"Everyone, please be patient, I haven't worked it all out yet. As soon as I do I'm sure of what I'm doing Madame Klump will make the announcements." said Harry as he went into the hall. Reaching the staff table Harry sat down and was looking forward to a peaceful breakfast when Fronia Thorne, the Muggles Studies professor, began talking to him about her third years.
"Good morning Harry." she said in a sing song voice that reminded him oddly of Luna Lovegood. This was not going to be good. Fronia continued, "As you may know the school hasn't had a decent flying instructor for the past five years, and my third years are in a desperate need for lessons." He was seeing where this was going, but somehow didn't have the heart to stop her, so he listened.
"Parker and I were wondering if you could help us out. You see neither one of us are any good on a broom and seeing as you are a qualified instructor, would you consider giving them a tutorial before the Quidditch tryouts?" she asked with held breath.
As soon as Fronia had finished asking Harry about teaching her sponsored class Terentia Smallwood, the elderly Herbology professor and Fitzy, who taught Charms, also joined the conversation for the same reason. Before Harry even had breakfast and his morning coffee in his stomach his flying class had just quadrupled and all three women had very satisfied looks on their faces. 'Why can't I ever say no to a woman?' thought Harry to himself.
So before any more professors could ask him to look in on their students flying needs, Harry stood up and made an announcement to the entire student body, "Attention, if there are any students who feel that they need to take flying lessons prior to the Quidditch tryouts in two weeks please see me after classes today. If there are a large number of you, I will post schedules in your house common rooms and in the library for everyone to take flying tutorials with me. Thank you." and Harry sat back down with every the intention of eating his breakfast.
Shortly after Harry made his announcement; Hedwig came swooping into the dining hall to nick a bit of Harry's breakfast. Since Harry had graduated from the Auror Training Academy she had shared breakfast with him every morning and her routine was not going to be altered due to some new job her master now had. So she stood on the staff table taking a gulp from his goblet as Harry tore off a bit of his toast to give to her said, "Good morning girl, have a good night hunting?" to which she hooted her disagreement.
After Harry had some breakfast in him he picked up the first years' class schedules and began to pass them out to his sponsored class. As he stood up from the staff table Hedwig took flight and landed firmly on his shoulder. At the beginning of each year, it is the sponsor's responsibility to make sure their students have their proper schedules before classes started. As he located his students he felt a bit like Professor McGonagall as he walked around handing them out, and he wondered 'I bet she's doing the same thing right about now.'
At the girl's tables, Harry gave Ms. Beaumont, Ms. Gamble, Ms. Kennedy, Ms. Selkirk and Ms. Su their new course schedules and wished them luck in potions that morning before going over to the boys table to hand Mr. Beagle and Mr. Malfoy their schedules.
"Good morning gentlemen, I see you have Potions with Professor Sangeorge first thing this today. Do try not to blow up the potions laboratory on the first day." he said with a wink and with this task completed Harry strode out of the dining hall to go up to his classroom.
In the entrance hall Harry stopped and sent his loyal owl on her way and made his way up the stairs to his classroom, where he was finally allowed by Dobby to see his newly redecorated office. The office itself was not a lavish room, unlike the headmistress', but it was a comfortable looking room with two doors, one leading to the hallway and the other leading to his classroom. Or course, that what is looked like when it was empty, Harry almost shuddered at what it would be now. Then again, his quarters had been beautiful and not one thing was wrong in it, maybe he would like his as well.
Standing in the hallway, Harry took a deep breath and opened the door to his office. It wasn't as nicely decorated as his quarters, but the furniture was very nice, with a large mahogany desk and on one wall were shelves with various sized cages and aquariums for the dark creatures he would produce for the third years to study. On another side, by the windows was a small lounge area with a couch and a winged back chair for when he met with his sponsored class. However, the first bell rang for student to begin their way to their first period class and Harry would have to enjoy his office at another time.
Harry's first lesson of the day was the fifth years. As there were only six students in the fifth year, five boys and one girl, it was a much smaller class than he was used to, but thanks to Hermione he was prepared for anything on the first day, tomorrow, that would be scary, but today he was calm, cool and collected.
"Good morning fifth years," he said to them, "I hope everyone is wide awake and ready for a new school year." A few students grumbled. "That's good," Harry continued cheerfully, "because first thing we have today is a quiz." Now he had everyone's full attention as he passed out the parchments to them.
"Oh there's no need to worry about this, it isn't for a grade, but rather for extra credit." he explained, "it's just a simple survey for me to gage how much you already know and how I'm going to teach you this term. Since this is your O.W.L. year, I want to make sure we can cram in as much information in your heads as possible to make sure you score as high as possible so you can have the careers of your choice."
The students all took out their quills and parchment and began to work on their surveys, which in itself took about 35 minutes to complete, and when they were done, they had a ton of questions for him on a variety of subjects. So Harry played along and gave them the opportunity to ask.
"Professor, is it true that you were an Auror?" asked Kieran McDuff.
"Yes, Mr. McDuff, I was one briefly, and before you ask, yes, I did graduate from the Auror Training Academy after a grueling three year program.
"Sir, is it true that you stood alone against hundred of Death Eaters and You-Know-Who, killing them all?' asked Mr. Scott Tamblin.
"Well, that's a bit of an overstatement, Mr. Tamblin. I did fight against them in the battle that day, but I was hardly alone. There were many very brave men and women who also fought, some of which didn't survive." said Harry with a bit of a lump in his throat. "Also, for future reference, there will no called Voldemort," a few students flinched, "by any title such as 'You-Know-Who' or 'He-Who-Not-Be-Named,' you will either call him 'Voldemort' or you may call him 'Tom Riddle,' which is his birth name."
"Professor?"
"Yes Ms. Walters?" replied Harry.
His student replied "Are you alright?" Harry immediately thought of Ginny Weasley. That was something she would have said right then.
"Yes, I'm fine Ms. Walters, but thank you for asking."
"What can we expect our try-outs to be like in two weeks, sir?" asked Stuart Ballard.
"Nice try Mr. Ballard, you'll find out in two weeks."
"Damn." the boy said in a whisper.
"Is it true that the former Minister of Magic tried to have you expelled when you were a student and that you transfigured him into a rat for it?" asked Philip Lambert.
"Yes and no, Mr. Lambert, yes he tried to get me expelled, twice I might add, but no I did not transfigure him into anything what-so-ever. Though to be honest, I probably would have liked to have at the time."
"Professor…" Carter Kirkwood began, but Harry cut him off.
"Sorry to interrupt Mr. Kirkwood, but our time is growing short and I wanted to give out your homework assignment. I would like you to read and review the first five chapters of your defense tests and then give me 12 inches of parchment on it due by your next class with me, which would be on Wednesday."
The class groaned but obeyed and soon the bell rang to signal the end of their first class of the day.
Harry's next period was with the fourth years and once again he repeated the survey and was once again bombarded with a fast and furious barrage of questions, which he did his best to answer or correct. He also gave this group the same homework as the fifth years, but theirs wasn't due until Friday, their next Defense class with him.
After the bell rang to announce lunch, Harry found himself walking down to the dining hall to eat when he noticed several of the boys also walking down the stairs with owls on the shoulders. This puzzled Harry a great deal. 'Is there yet another odd tradition to this school that I forgot about?' Harry thought. 'Merlin help me if I have.' Harry hoped that this was something that was just an oddity of the school as he had tried to keep up on everything.
When he reached the staff table he took a seat beside Professor Sangeorge and engaged her in conversation, "Vesta, why are several of the boys walking around with owls?" Professor Fitzhugh, who was sitting on the other side of the potions mistress, began to giggle. "Fitzy, do behave," admonished the stern witch, and she turned back to Harry and answered him, "well it seems that our newest member of staff was seen walking out of breakfast this morning wearing a snowy white owl on his shoulder and it has quickly become the newest fashionable thing for the boys to do in school."
Harry groaned and put this face in his hands and sank into his chair and said "I'll think I'll be eating lunch under the table today." Both of female professors snorted in laughter. However, this was short lived as Professor Proctor strode into the dining hall and shooed all the owls away saying "This, gentlemen, is a dining hall and not the owlrey, please try to remember that in the future." Then Professor Proctor turned and glared at Harry, who could only think 'He is so trying to be like Snape, but not quite there.' The rest of the lunch period was a quiet affair for Harry as he ate with a slight smirk.
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After lunch Harry went to his double session with the sixth and the seventh years. Since his predecessor, Professor Ingersol, had left no instruction about these students, he also administered the survey to them and over half and hour later....
"Are there any more survey's still out there?" asked Harry getting no response in the affirmative. "Very well then," he continued, "everyone put away your quill and ink and get your wands out, we are going to have a practical lesson today, so I can see what you are capable of." Soon the students had risen from their seats and with a swish of his wand; Harry cleared the room of the desks and chair leaving a large area to work in.
"Since there is an even number of sixth years, that'll make pairing you up easy, but I seem to have an odd number of seventh years, so one of you will have to team up me with as I give the demonstration of the disarming charm and then one group will have to work with three as I tour the room observing you." Almost immediately all but one seventh year volunteered to work with their newest professor.
Harry noticed that Daithi Flannery was trying to go unobserved in the back of the seventh year group and called on him to be his partner in the demonstration, much to the young Irishman's chagrin. However, the boy obeyed and came forward as Harry began lecturing them on proper movement and stance when dueling. So Harry began his mock duel with Mr. Flannery. Whenever he did something correct, Harry informed the class to take note of it, such as when he stood sideways to give his attacker a smaller object to try and curse.
Soon Harry ended the duel and slapped the boy on the back and said, "Well done." before he began to move through the room observing the others. As he walked the room Harry witnessed an exceptional amount of very sloppy wand work, which reminded him of his fifth year in the 'Room of Requirement.'
All in all, Harry was much more satisfied with the older students, though they also had questions for him; they were also focused on their school work, which led him to give out a three foot assignment on dueling techniques and their own point of view on them. Of course, Harry took a little pity on them and gave them a whole week to work on it.
After his double session ended after four long hours, Harry was finally able to enjoy his first free moment of the day. Harry decided he better take advantage of the opportunity and went through the surveys he had collected that day and as he sat in his office and he discovered that what he found did not make him happy. The fifth years, which were getting ready to take their O.W.L.'s were roughly at the level of third years. This would not do. Luckily the fourth years were about at the same level, so they weren't too far behind and the sixth and seventh years had the necessary knowledge, but lacked the practice skills he wanted them to have. Hopefully that essay he gave them might encourage them to come up with some excellent ideas for their dueling.
Also before dinner Harry took the time to review his schedule and those of the students. While he had most of Wednesday free, except for his first period with the fifth years, he decided he might as well begin scheduling flying times for those who wanted it. His first years already had a flying class scheduled for fourth period on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so he ignored them. Harry found the fourth years were available second period on Wednesday and the second years had third period open that day and the third years had fourth period open and if needed, he would give the upper three years Saturdays to work on flying with him. He thought this would work out for a week or two until the tryouts.
Harry made several copies of this new flying schedule for the headmistress, the class sponsors, the student common rooms and library and headed off to the dining hall to have something to eat and to ask Edwina to make the appropriate announcement at dinner.
'As first days go,' Harry thought to himself as he made his way down the stairs, 'it wasn't too bad after all.'
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
For everyone who realized that the name of my school is the same family name from the E. M. Forster book, "A Room With A View," I didn't do it on purpose, but I did love the movie, so I might have been a residual memory in my mind that it was a "British" name.
Captuniv wrote Most excellent! Liked Harry's interaction with his first years. And loved the welcoming feast. Say, it seems like Honeychurch has it's own Snape in Professor Proctor. Looking forward to seeing the first day of classes. Keep it coming!!
Answer - Well Botolf Proctor may not be what he seems, Harry barely knows the man and is only reacting to what he has seen so far.
Kandice wrote Thanks for the very quick updates! Also, Buffy fan? "Xander" is usually only stolen by Buffy fans. (-cough-I am guilty for stealing his name *many* times. And...I don't think that'll be stopping anytime soon.) Keep up the great job!
Answer - Actually Xander is short for Alexander. I thought it sounded more wizardy. Also sorry about the formating of Chapter 5, like I said before, for some dumb reason I started writing Chapter 6 before I had 5 polished and in some parts finished. So I apologize for it.
neely61 wrote Ok, I love it so far! Keep up the great writing. I love that Dobby is with Harry now. Is Winky going to show up at some point?
Answer - Winky takes care of Grimmauld Place, so she won't be living with Harry and Dobby, BUT if Fiddy gets too touchy feely with Dobby who knows what may happen. :)
Lastly, as you may have realized when reading my story(s), I have a tendency at typographical and grammatical errors. In other words....
I NEED A BETA!!!!!! Anyone interested? Please let me know.