A/N: Hi everyone! : ) Okay, here's the next chapter! Woo-hoo, lol. I'd still LOVE reviews and any ideas/opinions on Lenore/Draco, a match I'm thinking about. And thank you so much to all my readers, even if you don't review (BUT PLEASE DO!) : ) Thanks, you guys! O, yeah.. in this story, Blaise Zabini is a guy!!!

~Jinglebellz******

Chapter 18:

Harry awoke the next morning feeling a bit excited about seeing everyone again. He happily jumped out of bed, very early, only slightly disturbed about his most recent dream, and he went downstairs to breakfast, wondering vaguely how Lenore would do today. Then he realized that they were taking the same NEWT classes, so they'd probably see each other often, though people didn't always attend NEWT classes with their house members.

As Harry reached the Great Hall, Ginny ran over to him.

"Hey, Harry," she said cheerily. "You're up rather early, too; it's only six thirty and we're already at breakfast!" Harry looked up, surprised. He hadn't known it was that early. Indeed, the only people at breakfast besides Ginny and him were Draco Malfoy, Lenore, her friend Robyn, Blaise Zabini, and three Ravenclaws.

"You're right," said Harry, surprised. "I didn't realize it was so early. I just had a weird dream." Ginny smiled.

"Me too," she said. "And so did Lenore. Isn't that odd?"

"Yeah," said Harry, frowning as he turned to look for Lenore. He scanned the small crowd, and he found her, to his dismay, talking animatedly with Malfoy and his friend that was on his Quidditch team, a tall, muscular brunette, Blaise Zabini.

"What is she doing over there?" he saked angrily. Ginny turned to look. She arched her eyebrows.

"No idea…. But I am getting a drift that she fancies Malfoy. Gross."

Harry nodded. "If he tries one thing on her, if he hurts her at all, and I mean, one thing-" he said, his voice mounting with anger.

"We'll hex him into obliviation," finished Ginny, smiling. "But, Harry, don't push Lenore. It may make him seem more appealing and dangerous. Let her find out on her own what a creep he is." Harry nodded spitefully.

"I suppose, but if he hurts her, I swear on Merlin's grave…" he let his voice trail off, and he and Ginny sat down at the table, next to the only other Gryffindor besides Lenore.

"Good morning, Robyn," said Ginny happily as she sat down.

"Oh, hi Ginny. How's your summer been?" she asked, flipping back her long blonde hair.

"Okay, I suppose. Have you met Harry?" The girl smiled shyly.

"Well, everyone knows Harry…"

Harry grinned. "Yeah, I know who Robyn is; I just don't believe I've met you formally." He shook out his hand to the girl, whose bright blue eyes smiled and glittered as she shook it.

"Well," she said smiling, "It's nice to finally meet you 'formally.'" She laughed. Harry laughed with her. She was pretty and Harry couldn't believe he'd never noticed her- but she wasn't pretty like Ginny, who was looking slightly jealous. Harry smiled at her, and she looked a little happier. Then Lenore joined them, and within a few minutes, McGonagall was handing out their time-tables.

Harry studied his schedule as he listened to Lenore chat happily away to Robyn about Malfoy, and how "charming" he was, with his "adorable little English accent." Robyn talked excitedly with her and Ginny peered over to see Harry's classes that day.

"Ooh, lucky!" she said enviously. "You have Defense against the Dark Arts and Double Charms today!" She looked at her own schedule, grimacing. "I have double Potions with the Slytherins, Divination, and herbology!"

"Come on," said Harry, trying to cheer her up. "Herbology isn't that bad, really, and besides, I hate Charms! Couldn't do it to save my life." Ginny snorted.

"What's that?" Harry teased.

"You probably have!"

"Have what?" asked Harry.

"Have used Charms to save your life! All those adventures…"

"Well," said Harry fairly, "In first year, Hermione got us out of a few tough spots with charms… but me? Never!" Ginny laughed, and suddenly pointed to something written on the bottom of Harry's schedule, and hers'.

"What's that?"

Harry read. Mr. Potter, you will have Defense lessons and extra practices every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 7:00 in the Room of Requirements with Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Lenore Felkes. You will have group Occlumency lessons after your Defense lesson Wednesday. On Monday at 8:30, you will have privat Occlumency and Legilimency training in Professor Snape's office, and on Thursday after defense, you will have private auror training in the Room of Requirement. Thank you, good luck, and have an enjoyable year,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry gaped wordlessly. Every night but the weekends and Tuesday! When would he have time for any homework and studying, and, more important, Quidditch! Harry peered at Ginny's letter. It was the same as his, only it ended after the group Occlumency lessons.

"I can't believe we have this on top of everything else!" said ginny, annoyed, but that was before she read Harry's.

"Whoa," she said. "That looks like a schedule Hermione might have! No, wait, it's more hectic! Harry, that's not possible! How on earth do they expect… Quidditch practice is every weekday from 6 to seven! How are you going to study and do homework and even eat? And do they expect you to sleep at all?" Harry inwardly chuckled; she was sounding just like Mrs. Weasley.

"Gin," said Harry reasonably, "Calm down. I'll manage somehow. I'll be fine."

Ginny looked at him worriedly, and he playfully rolled his eyes. By this time, most of the school was showing up for breakfast. After talking to Lenore happily about their schedules, Harry saw Hermione march into the Great Hall, dragging Ron, who looked like he had woken up about ten seconds before.

"Honestly, oversleeping the first day!" Harry heard Hermione snap.

"Gosh, Mione, for Merlin's sake, calm down! I'm awake…" Ron yawned hugely and Hermione rolled her eyes.

Harry soon set out to his first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Lenore, Ron, Hermione (the only class they were all in together), Robyn, Neville (Who also wanted to become an Auror), Lavender, and Dean. They arrived in Evelyn and Calista's classroom to find it filled with people from other houses, even though Gryffindor had the most people in it. Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that most people in the room were in the DA, and that every other sixth year Gryffindor besides them were taking NEWT defense, but were in a different class. The only two Slytherins were Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. Draco was going on about how his father thought it would be good for a future job in the Ministry and Pansy was nodding, though she'd only taken it because Malfoy was. There were two Ravenclaws in the class: Padma Patil and Terry Boot.

Everyone sat down chatting excitedly about the new professors until Evelyn and Calista walked into the room. There was an excited silence that fell upon the room. Evelyn looked around and smiled, her blonde curls swinging against her back. Calista followed her inside, wearing a more grave smile. Her raven har fell neatly around her shoulders and her dark eyes sparkled dimly. Most of the boys in the class were staring at Calista, and Harry laughed inwardly as Dean whispered to Ron, "Is she part Veela?" Ron shook his head, grinning and exchanging looks with Harry. Hermione saw this and rolled her eyes.

"Honestly…"

Then Evelyn spoke up, smiling. "Hello, class!" she said ecstatically.

There came a few mumbles of things like, "Hello," and, "Hi," and one, "What's up?" Evelyn arched her eyebrows at Calista, who smiled.

"Well," said Evelyn in mock indignity, "That wasn't the most enthusiastic welcome I've ever gotten! Honestly, teenagers…" She scrunched up her nose, laughing. "Let's try again. HELLO, CLASS!"

"HI!" yelled everyone back, except for the two Slytherins.

"That was better," smiled Evelyn. "Anyway, I am Professor O'Cafferey, and this is Professor Bl- no, Wentworth. And we will be teaching Defense alternately. Let me see, what days do I have this class?" she asked to herself, shuffling through her papers.

"We have this class Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays, professor," said Hermione.

"So we do," said Evelyn. "Thanks, Hermione, two hundred points to Gryffindor."

"WHAT?" came the voice of everyone else in the room. Evelyn sighed.

"Okay, okay…. I get the point… we'll make it ten." Nevertheless, the Gryffindors all exchanged excited looks and the Slytherins began muttering under their breath.

"Anyway," said Evelyn loudly, "On Monday, I will be teaching. On Tuesdays, Calista- I mean, Professor Black- UGH Wentworth, I mean, will teach you, and on Fridays, you have a double period, and we'll both teach. Fair enough?" The class nodded. Harry exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione, who looked like they were thinking the same thing as him: why did Evelyn keep calling Calista Professor Black? Hadn't Dumbledore done the same thing? Did it have anything to do with Sirius?

"Okay," said Evelyn happily. "I'll let Calli- UGH, I need to get used to this Professor thing! PROFESSOR WENTWORTH- get a word in. Then we'll begin on shield charms, which, to the extent of my knowledge, everyone who participated in the DA last year should be pretty good at. Oh yeah, ten points to each house for everyone they had in the DA last year. Sorry, I talk a lot-" Calista snorted. "And now, Professor Wentworth."

Many people from the DA last year were exchanging delighted whispers and glances.

"She's the coolest professor we've had since Lupin!" Harry's mind suddenly wandered to the conversation he'd accidentally heard from Evelyn and Calista. It had sounded to Harry like Evelyn had been in love with Lupin and Calista Sirius. Harry sighed sadly. They were so close to making it on time, so close… but then Sirius was murdered and Lupin had finally begun to fall in love, with Tonks… This had to be hard on him.

Calista then talked for a few moments before the class began shield charms. To Harry's delight, Malfoy had done the worst in the class; even worse than Neville!

After Defense was over, Harry went to lunch and then Charms. There were no Gryffindors in Harry's charms class except Hermione. Harry was glad that at least she was in it; he didn't know how he'd get through his classes without her!

The day quickly came to a close, and, after dinner, during which Harry and Hermione had picked the date of the next DA meeting, which would occur every Friday at eight, Harry went to the Room of Requirement with Ginny and Lenore, as their training was beginning today.

They reached the room to find it all ready with defense items and books, and to see Harry's favorite teachers he'd had, Lupin, Evelyn, and Calista. And to Harry's dismay, Draco Malfoy was sitting on a cushion, reading.

"Hello, Harry, Lenore, Ginny," said Lupin pleasantly as the three entered the room.

"Hi, Professors," said Ginny. Evelyn shuddered.

"Ginny, please, after class, we're Evelyn, Remus, and Calista. Professor makes us sound too old for my liking! As far as I see it, I'm still twenty-one…" Harry laughed.

"Sorry to break up the entrancing conversation, Remus, but why are we here? If my father he-"

"Enough with your father, Draco. He must never know. Choose your loyalties now, for your time is limited," said Lupin seriously.

"I'm loyal to Dumbledore," muttered Draco. "I wouldn't really tell my father… I hate him." Ginny looked at Harry in surprise. Harry looked back, equally shocked.

"Good," said Lupin wearily. "Now, I suppose I should tell you why you're here, and I'll put it bluntly. Harry, you're the heir of Gryffindor, Ginny, you're the heir of Hufflepuff, Draco, you're the heir of-"

"Slytherin?" asked Draco hopefully.

"No, Ravenclaw-" Draco's mouth dropped open, "And Lenore, we have mounting evidence that you have a connection in all of this, though we're compelled to not tell you quite yet." Harry, Lenore, and Ginny tried to act surprised, though they smiled to themselves.

"And, you three," directed Lupin at them, "I know you heard the meeting; no point in acting surprised."

"Oops," said Harry, grinning. Then, they divided. Lupin worked with Harry, Calista worked with Draco (Which, by the way, he seemed to enjoy immensely), and Evelyn worked with Lenore and Ginny. Each professor began practicing and teaching on different levels. Harry and Lupin walked over to corner of the room. '

"Now, Harry," began Lupin, "I know you won't want to, but Dumbledore feels that you need to learn the Unforgivables and a few other Dark curses and their counter-curses, as you will no doubtedly be fighting Voldemort in a major battle in the future, which, not to put pressure on you, you must win." Harry smiled jokingly.

"Sounds like fun, and Dumbledore is right, I don't care for learning to kill and cause pain, but… if I must… do you really think I even stand a chance anyway?"

"Yes, Harry, I do," said Lupin, "And, unfortunately, learning these curses is very necessary. We can, however, begin in a few weeks. Today our lesson can be cut short, and on Wednesday we will be teaching you to apparate." Lupin smiled at Harry's reaction.

"Seriously? Yes! Thanks; this is so cool!" he exclaimed excitedly. This would be great- he'd get to apparate before he was even of age! Suddenly, Harry heard Evelyn tell Lenore and Ginny and their reactions.

"OH MY GOSH!"

"Ahhhh! This is, like, so cool!"

"And I'm still a fifth year; I'll be the only one who knows how!"

"Mind you," said Lupin loudly, "The licenses will be restricted, of course, but, still… I thought you'd be happy." Harry grinned- happy was an understatement.

Harry then went up to the common room with Ginny, thankful that his Occlumency didn't start until next week. Harry did, however, feel sick anyway; behind him, Malfoy was escorting Lenore to the Gryffindor Common room. They reached it, and Lenore went in first, very happily.

"See you tomorrow, Lenore," said Draco loudly. He then turned to Ginny and Harry before leaving. "Potty. Weasel." Ginny flushed brightly and made for her wand, but Harry stopped her.

"Just ignore it, Gin." Ginny smiled at him.

The moment Harry reached the common room, Katie Bell ran over to him. "Harry!" she exclaimed. "Try-outs are tomorrow, at seven thirty. We need two beaters; Kirke and Sloper quit, and a Chaser. See you!" She then rushed away excitedly. Harry said goodnight to Ron and Hermione and headed straight to bed, exhausted, ready for the next day. His dream that night was different.

"HE IS HER HEIR! NOBLE HEIR OF GRYFFINDOR, YOU MUST DEFEAT THE HEIR OF ACACIA, ALONG WITH THEIR HELP… HERI OF GRYFFINDOR, HEED THIS WARNING BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE…" The phrase replayed in Harry's mind all night, showing darkness and suddenly a bright sun, and Harry awoke not remembering the dream.

A/N: Yay, another chapter! PLEASE review! Pretty please/ Reviews are the only reasons I write on fanfic, so please tell me what you thought of the chapter! Thanks to all you faithful reviewers, you know who you are! : )