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The next day was Tuesday, and the sixth years first DA class with Alcyone. No one really knew what to expect, so everyone just entered the room quietly and sat down. Alcyone hadn't arrived yet, which just built the suspence of the situation.
It was almost ten minutes later when the black-haired girl walked intot her classroom.
"Hello class," Alcyone said, "I know you all are anxious to see if I am as bad at teaching as your last D.A. teacher, but before I prove myself I would like to explain a few things."
She smiled, showing off dazzling white teeth.
"First, I do not wish to be called Professor, ever. The title makes me feel old, and I am sure none of you think me fit to hold the title anyways. Call me Alcyone, Shinoda, hey you," at this the class laughed, "or whatever you like, just don't call me unqualified. I assure you that soon you will learn that I am perfectly capable of teaching you a few things, with the help of course of a few choice students."
"Potter," Draco muttered.
"Yes Malfoy, Potter will be assisting me, and so will you." There was a strange glint in her eye when she spoke.
The blonde's eyes widened. He didn't like the sound of that.
"Now I would like to talk about classes for a moment," the smile was gone from her face, "You are probably wondering why all of your classmates are here. Due to the fact that I must teach first through seventh years around my own class schedule, Dumbledore and I thought it would be wiser if I were to hold one class per grade a week. Every Tuesday night you shall report here for the lesson. Now you as the second seniority here are fortunate enough to have class on a week day and not have it interrupt your weekend."
"That's good," said a Ravenclaw boy.
"Yes, and I would also like to point out that, due to the fact that your time is greatly limited on this night, no Homework will be assigned by your other teachers on Tuesday. Also all reports or projects given that overlap this class will be given an extra day. For example if you are given a report on Friday that is due Wednesday, because of this class it will now be due on Thursday, which I understand by the looks on your faces that you all have realized that this gives you no extra time really. But on the contrary it does. I do not plan on teaching for the entire elapsed time of three hours that I am given. After each lesson the remaining time shall be a study hall for those of you who have grasped the idea. I really see no reason in making you sit through something you already know. So I suggest you bring your other books and homework here. But those of you who do not understand the lesson will be taught individually or in small groups until the two hours is up. I stress to you all that, if you pay attention and pass no other class this year, that you pass this one, it is the most important. What you learn here may very well be the difference between life and death. Questions?"
Hermione raised her hand.
"Yes?"
"Inquiring minds want to know, what will you be teaching us this year?"
Alcyone shook her head, "I am afraid that is for me to know and you to find out. Though I will tell you that there will be no tests, quizzes or homework in this class.well maybe a little homework."
The entire class cheered.
"This is a do-and-learn course. Everything is meant for you to perform in hostile situations, not just memorize. Some things may be considered extreme, but I assure you nothing will be thrown at you that I can't control. I, unlike your second year teacher, am perfectly capable of backing up all my talk."
"This sounds interesting," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Yeah sounds like it might be like our D.A lessons with you last year," Hermione said.
"Ok, I hate to waist time, so lets get started now. First we will learn to call a Patronus. With the Dementors uncontrolled by the ministry, and allying with Voldemort - Oh get over it I will not fear a damn name- it is impartial to learn to fight them. You all know what happens if one kisses you."
Shudders went through many of the students.
"Now I know that many of you know this spell already because of the secret D.A meetings held last year-"
"The what?" Draco asked.
"Harry held Defense against the dark arts lessons last year stupid now shut up and listen," Hermione hissed.
"Oh so that's what you were doing in that room then."
"Yeah what did you think it was an orgy or something?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Wouldn't have put it past you." the Slytherin said shrugging.
"Why you-"
"That will be enough!" Alcyone said, "Now as I was saying calling a Patronus here, in a class room with no dangers except making a complete ass of yourself in front of your classmates is one thing- but calling one with a Dementor looming over you is quite another. So as such I will be bringing in a real Dementor for you all to practice with." her voice was flat and unconcerned.
"You're gonna what?!" Harry said.
"You can't bring in a Dementor, it will kill us!" Ron said.
"As I said before I wont put you in any situation I can't handle."
"You can't control a Dementor." Draco said.
"Yes. I can." Alcyone said flatly.
Once again Harry could feel the "I know so much that you can never understand" knowledge radiating from her. It chilled him to the core. He thought no more of protesting her power.
"Oh yeah, then prove it," Ron said.
The other students murmured approval.
"I thought you were all so worried about it, what happens if I call one and then can't handle it?"
Everyone shut their mouths.
"Do it anyway, I'm sure Potter can scare them off." Malfoy said bitterly . "Malfoy I assure you I would let it suck your soul, that is if you have one." Harry snapped.
"I can take care of myself Potter,"
"ENOUGH!" Alcyone said, her voice dead cold and demanding obedience, as she walked over to Draco and gripped his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes, and moving closer so their faces were barely and inch apart, "As much as I would like to rise to your challenge Draco. I will not use my powers to show off. You will see that the extent of my powers are not limited to what yours are soon enough. Until then you will shut your mouth and listen. Is that understood?"
Draco stared into her violet eyes, transfixed, forcing himself not to lean in and kiss her. Feelings that though by now were not new, but still annoying and forcibly unidentified, were rising into his chest. And he couldn't repress them anymore.
Alcyone was having similar problems, drowning in his silver storms, she was refusing to admit the sensations he stirred in her, emotions that had lain dormant for many years. The fact that only obedience lay in his eyes, obedience and desire, did not help matters any. She was pondering kissing him when Harry spoke, to her relief and great anger . "Excuse me Alcyone, but what do you mean your powers are not limited to Draco's?" Harry asked, wanting to know why she was so scarily wise and also wanting to get her away from the blonde.
"Now is not the time for that explanation Harry," she answered, her voice even and wise, revealing none of what she had just felt, "You and Draco will know and probably tell everyone else when the time is right. But I will tell you this; I am not a normal witch. I am not a force of good," the class gasped, but Alcyone continued, ignoring them and speaking directly to Harry, " nor am I a force of evil. I am neutral and I work to maintain the balance, and teaching you to protect yourselves against Voldemort is part of what my job entails. Voldemort's existence greatly disturbs the balance. In a way, Harry, I am more famous than even you, every one of you, and everyone in the world knows who I am. Only you know me by my true name, not Alcyone. And that is all you need to know for now."
Harry nodded, completly comfused but, somehow feeling comforted by the strange statement. No one else dared question anymore on the subject, but as Harry looked over at Hermione, he could see a strange look in her eyes, the look she got when she had just figured something out.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I see you have figured it out. Very clever. Though I must ask you to not tell anyone. Now back to the lesson, we have wasted enough time. Harry would you please come up here and show us a Patronus."
The Gryffindor stood and walked up to Alcyone.
"Expecto Patronum."
A silver, life-sized stag flew from the tip of his wand and ran around in the air for a moment before disappearing for lack of danger.
"Very good Harry, now can anyone tell me why his Partonus is a stag?"
Everyone looked puzzled.
"Because, Harry's father was an Animagus. And his animal form was a stag. Now our fathers are like our protectors, our safe place when we are small, and even sometimes when we are grown. Make sense?"
The class nodded, and Draco sneered thinking of his own father, who would rather see him dead than risk a hair on his own head. The Bastard.
"Now Mr. Malfoy we have seen that the Courageous Gryffindor can call a Patronus, let us see if the Sly Slytherin can as well," Alcyone said, a hint of a smile on her face.
Draco nearly blushed, dispite his confusion, when she spoke to him as the Sly Slytherin. / What the Hell is wrong with you Draco, snap out of it. You are a Malfoy for gods sake.\
Placing his ever visible smirk back on his face, Draco walked to the front of the room and took his place beside Alcyone. In all his life he had never tried to conjure a Patronus and if he was being honest with himself he didn't know if he could, but he wasn't about to let Potter, or Alcyone for that matter, see his apprehension. Clearing his throat, he spoke the spell loudly and confidently.
"Expecto Patronum."
A large silver dragon smoked from his wand, nearly touching the ceiling in it's full height. The beast was stunning, mystic and menacing at the same time. Draco's eyes widened momentarily, surprised by himself.
Alcyone stared at the said dragon until it faded away just as Harry's had. Then her eyes along with all others in the class rounded on it's creator.
"Holy Shit!" Seamus said.
"My thoughts exactly," Hermione complied.
Harry stood stunned, admiring Draco, his secret love, and smiling when the class praised him.
Regaining her composer, the violet eyed teacher moved on to the next victim, not wanting to praise Draco in front of everyone and make others feel inferior.
"Well.as I said before the true test will come with the Dementor."
The smile faded from Draco's lips.
"Now, as you all saw, the Courageous Gryffindor, and Sly Slytherin have both proven themselves, now can the Intellectual Ravenclaw follow suit? Cho Chang if you would be so kind."
The ravenclaw timidly got up and walked to the front to stand beside Alcyone. She gave a fleeting glance to Harry, but he paid her no mind, his attention was still locked on Malfoy.
"Expecto Patronum."
The swan that had been revealed to her in the D.A. meetings shot from her wand, fluttering around the room.
It was nothing special after Draco's dragon.
"Now, last but not least, how about the Loyal Huffelpuff. Terry Boot."
Needless to say Terry also successfully called a patronus. A raven flew from his wand and soared around the students heads before vanishing.
"Good, good, good, there now all four houses, have worked the spell, proving that no matter who you are you can do it. Whether you are Courageous, Sly, Intellectual, or Loyal, you can conjure your protector."
"What about you? Can you call a Patronus?" Dean asked.
"I should think you wouldn't doubt me, but in light of your past experiences I can see where you would be skeptical. So to prove myself and show you I can back up what I put out. Here we go."
Closing her eyes and summoning her fondest memory, she held her wand vertically infront of her face, like a sword, and whispered the words.
" expecto patronum."
Silver smoke rose slowly from the tip of her wand and floated around her, stirring the air in the room, causing her robes to billow around her. The smoke then collected and a gorgeous winged horse stepped from it, the elegant form shining in the dim light of the only candle it had left lit. The animal walked to Alcyone and nuzzled her arm softly. She wrapped her arms around it's neck and whispered thank you. It then disappeared.
Everyone sat in in stunned silence.
It was Hermione who spoke first.
"Your patronus is a pegasus?"
"Yes."
"Wow," the busy haired girl breathed.
Everyone left class that day a little apprehensive about their new classmate and teacher, because of her speech about her true form, but also in awe because of her display of magic. Needless to say everyone was looking forward to their next lesson.
disclaimer: i own nothing
The next day was Tuesday, and the sixth years first DA class with Alcyone. No one really knew what to expect, so everyone just entered the room quietly and sat down. Alcyone hadn't arrived yet, which just built the suspence of the situation.
It was almost ten minutes later when the black-haired girl walked intot her classroom.
"Hello class," Alcyone said, "I know you all are anxious to see if I am as bad at teaching as your last D.A. teacher, but before I prove myself I would like to explain a few things."
She smiled, showing off dazzling white teeth.
"First, I do not wish to be called Professor, ever. The title makes me feel old, and I am sure none of you think me fit to hold the title anyways. Call me Alcyone, Shinoda, hey you," at this the class laughed, "or whatever you like, just don't call me unqualified. I assure you that soon you will learn that I am perfectly capable of teaching you a few things, with the help of course of a few choice students."
"Potter," Draco muttered.
"Yes Malfoy, Potter will be assisting me, and so will you." There was a strange glint in her eye when she spoke.
The blonde's eyes widened. He didn't like the sound of that.
"Now I would like to talk about classes for a moment," the smile was gone from her face, "You are probably wondering why all of your classmates are here. Due to the fact that I must teach first through seventh years around my own class schedule, Dumbledore and I thought it would be wiser if I were to hold one class per grade a week. Every Tuesday night you shall report here for the lesson. Now you as the second seniority here are fortunate enough to have class on a week day and not have it interrupt your weekend."
"That's good," said a Ravenclaw boy.
"Yes, and I would also like to point out that, due to the fact that your time is greatly limited on this night, no Homework will be assigned by your other teachers on Tuesday. Also all reports or projects given that overlap this class will be given an extra day. For example if you are given a report on Friday that is due Wednesday, because of this class it will now be due on Thursday, which I understand by the looks on your faces that you all have realized that this gives you no extra time really. But on the contrary it does. I do not plan on teaching for the entire elapsed time of three hours that I am given. After each lesson the remaining time shall be a study hall for those of you who have grasped the idea. I really see no reason in making you sit through something you already know. So I suggest you bring your other books and homework here. But those of you who do not understand the lesson will be taught individually or in small groups until the two hours is up. I stress to you all that, if you pay attention and pass no other class this year, that you pass this one, it is the most important. What you learn here may very well be the difference between life and death. Questions?"
Hermione raised her hand.
"Yes?"
"Inquiring minds want to know, what will you be teaching us this year?"
Alcyone shook her head, "I am afraid that is for me to know and you to find out. Though I will tell you that there will be no tests, quizzes or homework in this class.well maybe a little homework."
The entire class cheered.
"This is a do-and-learn course. Everything is meant for you to perform in hostile situations, not just memorize. Some things may be considered extreme, but I assure you nothing will be thrown at you that I can't control. I, unlike your second year teacher, am perfectly capable of backing up all my talk."
"This sounds interesting," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Yeah sounds like it might be like our D.A lessons with you last year," Hermione said.
"Ok, I hate to waist time, so lets get started now. First we will learn to call a Patronus. With the Dementors uncontrolled by the ministry, and allying with Voldemort - Oh get over it I will not fear a damn name- it is impartial to learn to fight them. You all know what happens if one kisses you."
Shudders went through many of the students.
"Now I know that many of you know this spell already because of the secret D.A meetings held last year-"
"The what?" Draco asked.
"Harry held Defense against the dark arts lessons last year stupid now shut up and listen," Hermione hissed.
"Oh so that's what you were doing in that room then."
"Yeah what did you think it was an orgy or something?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Wouldn't have put it past you." the Slytherin said shrugging.
"Why you-"
"That will be enough!" Alcyone said, "Now as I was saying calling a Patronus here, in a class room with no dangers except making a complete ass of yourself in front of your classmates is one thing- but calling one with a Dementor looming over you is quite another. So as such I will be bringing in a real Dementor for you all to practice with." her voice was flat and unconcerned.
"You're gonna what?!" Harry said.
"You can't bring in a Dementor, it will kill us!" Ron said.
"As I said before I wont put you in any situation I can't handle."
"You can't control a Dementor." Draco said.
"Yes. I can." Alcyone said flatly.
Once again Harry could feel the "I know so much that you can never understand" knowledge radiating from her. It chilled him to the core. He thought no more of protesting her power.
"Oh yeah, then prove it," Ron said.
The other students murmured approval.
"I thought you were all so worried about it, what happens if I call one and then can't handle it?"
Everyone shut their mouths.
"Do it anyway, I'm sure Potter can scare them off." Malfoy said bitterly . "Malfoy I assure you I would let it suck your soul, that is if you have one." Harry snapped.
"I can take care of myself Potter,"
"ENOUGH!" Alcyone said, her voice dead cold and demanding obedience, as she walked over to Draco and gripped his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes, and moving closer so their faces were barely and inch apart, "As much as I would like to rise to your challenge Draco. I will not use my powers to show off. You will see that the extent of my powers are not limited to what yours are soon enough. Until then you will shut your mouth and listen. Is that understood?"
Draco stared into her violet eyes, transfixed, forcing himself not to lean in and kiss her. Feelings that though by now were not new, but still annoying and forcibly unidentified, were rising into his chest. And he couldn't repress them anymore.
Alcyone was having similar problems, drowning in his silver storms, she was refusing to admit the sensations he stirred in her, emotions that had lain dormant for many years. The fact that only obedience lay in his eyes, obedience and desire, did not help matters any. She was pondering kissing him when Harry spoke, to her relief and great anger . "Excuse me Alcyone, but what do you mean your powers are not limited to Draco's?" Harry asked, wanting to know why she was so scarily wise and also wanting to get her away from the blonde.
"Now is not the time for that explanation Harry," she answered, her voice even and wise, revealing none of what she had just felt, "You and Draco will know and probably tell everyone else when the time is right. But I will tell you this; I am not a normal witch. I am not a force of good," the class gasped, but Alcyone continued, ignoring them and speaking directly to Harry, " nor am I a force of evil. I am neutral and I work to maintain the balance, and teaching you to protect yourselves against Voldemort is part of what my job entails. Voldemort's existence greatly disturbs the balance. In a way, Harry, I am more famous than even you, every one of you, and everyone in the world knows who I am. Only you know me by my true name, not Alcyone. And that is all you need to know for now."
Harry nodded, completly comfused but, somehow feeling comforted by the strange statement. No one else dared question anymore on the subject, but as Harry looked over at Hermione, he could see a strange look in her eyes, the look she got when she had just figured something out.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I see you have figured it out. Very clever. Though I must ask you to not tell anyone. Now back to the lesson, we have wasted enough time. Harry would you please come up here and show us a Patronus."
The Gryffindor stood and walked up to Alcyone.
"Expecto Patronum."
A silver, life-sized stag flew from the tip of his wand and ran around in the air for a moment before disappearing for lack of danger.
"Very good Harry, now can anyone tell me why his Partonus is a stag?"
Everyone looked puzzled.
"Because, Harry's father was an Animagus. And his animal form was a stag. Now our fathers are like our protectors, our safe place when we are small, and even sometimes when we are grown. Make sense?"
The class nodded, and Draco sneered thinking of his own father, who would rather see him dead than risk a hair on his own head. The Bastard.
"Now Mr. Malfoy we have seen that the Courageous Gryffindor can call a Patronus, let us see if the Sly Slytherin can as well," Alcyone said, a hint of a smile on her face.
Draco nearly blushed, dispite his confusion, when she spoke to him as the Sly Slytherin. / What the Hell is wrong with you Draco, snap out of it. You are a Malfoy for gods sake.\
Placing his ever visible smirk back on his face, Draco walked to the front of the room and took his place beside Alcyone. In all his life he had never tried to conjure a Patronus and if he was being honest with himself he didn't know if he could, but he wasn't about to let Potter, or Alcyone for that matter, see his apprehension. Clearing his throat, he spoke the spell loudly and confidently.
"Expecto Patronum."
A large silver dragon smoked from his wand, nearly touching the ceiling in it's full height. The beast was stunning, mystic and menacing at the same time. Draco's eyes widened momentarily, surprised by himself.
Alcyone stared at the said dragon until it faded away just as Harry's had. Then her eyes along with all others in the class rounded on it's creator.
"Holy Shit!" Seamus said.
"My thoughts exactly," Hermione complied.
Harry stood stunned, admiring Draco, his secret love, and smiling when the class praised him.
Regaining her composer, the violet eyed teacher moved on to the next victim, not wanting to praise Draco in front of everyone and make others feel inferior.
"Well.as I said before the true test will come with the Dementor."
The smile faded from Draco's lips.
"Now, as you all saw, the Courageous Gryffindor, and Sly Slytherin have both proven themselves, now can the Intellectual Ravenclaw follow suit? Cho Chang if you would be so kind."
The ravenclaw timidly got up and walked to the front to stand beside Alcyone. She gave a fleeting glance to Harry, but he paid her no mind, his attention was still locked on Malfoy.
"Expecto Patronum."
The swan that had been revealed to her in the D.A. meetings shot from her wand, fluttering around the room.
It was nothing special after Draco's dragon.
"Now, last but not least, how about the Loyal Huffelpuff. Terry Boot."
Needless to say Terry also successfully called a patronus. A raven flew from his wand and soared around the students heads before vanishing.
"Good, good, good, there now all four houses, have worked the spell, proving that no matter who you are you can do it. Whether you are Courageous, Sly, Intellectual, or Loyal, you can conjure your protector."
"What about you? Can you call a Patronus?" Dean asked.
"I should think you wouldn't doubt me, but in light of your past experiences I can see where you would be skeptical. So to prove myself and show you I can back up what I put out. Here we go."
Closing her eyes and summoning her fondest memory, she held her wand vertically infront of her face, like a sword, and whispered the words.
" expecto patronum."
Silver smoke rose slowly from the tip of her wand and floated around her, stirring the air in the room, causing her robes to billow around her. The smoke then collected and a gorgeous winged horse stepped from it, the elegant form shining in the dim light of the only candle it had left lit. The animal walked to Alcyone and nuzzled her arm softly. She wrapped her arms around it's neck and whispered thank you. It then disappeared.
Everyone sat in in stunned silence.
It was Hermione who spoke first.
"Your patronus is a pegasus?"
"Yes."
"Wow," the busy haired girl breathed.
Everyone left class that day a little apprehensive about their new classmate and teacher, because of her speech about her true form, but also in awe because of her display of magic. Needless to say everyone was looking forward to their next lesson.