Oh, What Will The New Year Bring?
Chapter Three
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, this is the entrance to the Head rooms."
"NO, NOT HIM!"
"Yes, Mr. Potter, it's Sir Cadogen."
"Why? Why?"
"Because he is who Filch chose to put here."
"Your kidding?" Hermione asked, remembering when Cadogen was the guardian of Gryfindor Tower.
"I'm very sorry, but It's true."
"Oh, bother!"
"If he get's to be too much of a hastle, I will arrange for a new portrait."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"The password is 'Zorba the Greek.'" Sir Cadogen swung open. "Up to the left is Ms. Granger's room, and to the right is Mr. Potter's. And that door there is to Gryfindor Tower, the password will always be the same as the towers, here are the house passwords, tomorrow night is your first meeting. Have a nice night."
"Good night Professor Mcgonagall."
"Thank you for showing us our rooms, Professor."
"Your welcome," and she left.
Breakfast the next day, scedules being passed out. The seventh years getting their's first. "So, what do you guys have today?" Ron asked cheerfully facing a day of Divination, Muggle Studies, Lunch, free period, and D.A.D.A.
"Advanced Defense," they replied.
"Jinx!"
"Oh, shut up, Ron."
"What do you have?"
"Divination, and Muggle Studies, this morning."
"Have fun being bored stiff."
"No, that's History of Magic, which I am NOT taking!"
"I am."
"Of course you are, Hermione." Harry's falling asleep in his cereal, if you were wondering.
"Ron, shut up."
"Why?"
"Because, I do not need you grating on my nerves so early in the day!"
"And I don't need an irritable Hermione, Ron," Harry finally coming to.
"I am Professor Knightly, I assume, both of you know why you are here?" Harry and Hermione nodded. "Your here in Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you either love defense, love the dark arts, just want to further your abilities, or are just crazy enough to attempt this course." Both Harry and Hermione gave eachother double takes. "I don't ever want to see you in uniform, in this class, got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, wear things like sweats, wind pants, and the like, and tennis shoes, got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Since neither of you are prepared, I want twelve feet on the Crutious curse, here are passes to the restricted section, and a course syllabus, good luck. And next lesson, meet me by the lake with your essays. I suggest you go get started."
"So? How was Advanced Defense?"
"Brief."
"Lot's of work."
"How were your classes, Ron?"
"Easy, and NO homework!"
"Lucky you, we have twelve feet due Thursday."
"TWELVE FEET! Thursday!" he paled.
"Oh, I don't know if I want to go to defense this afternoon."
"Quit your whining,Ron."
"That's right, you don't have a twelve foot essay due in less then two days."
"Let's hope not."
"Hello again, Mr. Potter."
"Professor."
"We will meet at least once a month for this class, just to see how far you've gotten. Understood?"
"How far I've gotten on what, sir?"
"On your essay for this class, it will be due a week before first term exams, we will due practical work next term. Your essay will be on the unforgiveable curses, shield charms, the patronus charm," he went on, naming off many more, "It will be forty feet, understood?"
"Yes sir."
"I expect you to be working on it during this period, good luck, here are the requirements, if you missed any," he handed a parchment over to Harry.
Dinner. "So, how'd everyone else's afternoon go?" Harry asked.
"Great."
"He's not that bad."
"Who Ron?"
"Professor Knightly."
"That's because your not in the advanced class."
"RON, HARRY, TOMMORROW SIX AM, PRACTICE." Ginny commanded.
"Do we have another Oliver Wood?" Harry asked the other two.
"I wouldn't know, mate, never played under him."
"Yes, I am the last of an era," he joked.
Thursday morning at the lake. "Essay's please." They handed them over. "Okay, we're going for a run, lets go."
The bell rings, as Harry and Hermione have just finished there first lap, "Wait a minute, we're doing this again tommorrow, we'll do this till you can do ten laps in the hour and a half of class, I suggest you practice, now you may go."
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, you are late, and might I add out of uniform, why is that?" Professor Snape sneered.
"We didn't have time to change back into uniform after our last class, sir," Hermione answered.
"Which is?"
"Advanced Defense, sir," Harry supplied.
"And why are you not in uniform then?"
"He wants us in loose clothing, sir."
"Why?"
"Because we're doing practical work, Professor."
"Be that as it may, ten points for being out of uniform, now get to your seats.
~~~
There we have chapter 3, I only had to rewrite it 3 times, because my computer fritzted out. Plus I was temporarily banned from fanfiction.net. Thanks to those five who have reviewed. Review please.
ears91
Chapter Three
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, this is the entrance to the Head rooms."
"NO, NOT HIM!"
"Yes, Mr. Potter, it's Sir Cadogen."
"Why? Why?"
"Because he is who Filch chose to put here."
"Your kidding?" Hermione asked, remembering when Cadogen was the guardian of Gryfindor Tower.
"I'm very sorry, but It's true."
"Oh, bother!"
"If he get's to be too much of a hastle, I will arrange for a new portrait."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"The password is 'Zorba the Greek.'" Sir Cadogen swung open. "Up to the left is Ms. Granger's room, and to the right is Mr. Potter's. And that door there is to Gryfindor Tower, the password will always be the same as the towers, here are the house passwords, tomorrow night is your first meeting. Have a nice night."
"Good night Professor Mcgonagall."
"Thank you for showing us our rooms, Professor."
"Your welcome," and she left.
Breakfast the next day, scedules being passed out. The seventh years getting their's first. "So, what do you guys have today?" Ron asked cheerfully facing a day of Divination, Muggle Studies, Lunch, free period, and D.A.D.A.
"Advanced Defense," they replied.
"Jinx!"
"Oh, shut up, Ron."
"What do you have?"
"Divination, and Muggle Studies, this morning."
"Have fun being bored stiff."
"No, that's History of Magic, which I am NOT taking!"
"I am."
"Of course you are, Hermione." Harry's falling asleep in his cereal, if you were wondering.
"Ron, shut up."
"Why?"
"Because, I do not need you grating on my nerves so early in the day!"
"And I don't need an irritable Hermione, Ron," Harry finally coming to.
"I am Professor Knightly, I assume, both of you know why you are here?" Harry and Hermione nodded. "Your here in Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you either love defense, love the dark arts, just want to further your abilities, or are just crazy enough to attempt this course." Both Harry and Hermione gave eachother double takes. "I don't ever want to see you in uniform, in this class, got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, wear things like sweats, wind pants, and the like, and tennis shoes, got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Since neither of you are prepared, I want twelve feet on the Crutious curse, here are passes to the restricted section, and a course syllabus, good luck. And next lesson, meet me by the lake with your essays. I suggest you go get started."
"So? How was Advanced Defense?"
"Brief."
"Lot's of work."
"How were your classes, Ron?"
"Easy, and NO homework!"
"Lucky you, we have twelve feet due Thursday."
"TWELVE FEET! Thursday!" he paled.
"Oh, I don't know if I want to go to defense this afternoon."
"Quit your whining,Ron."
"That's right, you don't have a twelve foot essay due in less then two days."
"Let's hope not."
"Hello again, Mr. Potter."
"Professor."
"We will meet at least once a month for this class, just to see how far you've gotten. Understood?"
"How far I've gotten on what, sir?"
"On your essay for this class, it will be due a week before first term exams, we will due practical work next term. Your essay will be on the unforgiveable curses, shield charms, the patronus charm," he went on, naming off many more, "It will be forty feet, understood?"
"Yes sir."
"I expect you to be working on it during this period, good luck, here are the requirements, if you missed any," he handed a parchment over to Harry.
Dinner. "So, how'd everyone else's afternoon go?" Harry asked.
"Great."
"He's not that bad."
"Who Ron?"
"Professor Knightly."
"That's because your not in the advanced class."
"RON, HARRY, TOMMORROW SIX AM, PRACTICE." Ginny commanded.
"Do we have another Oliver Wood?" Harry asked the other two.
"I wouldn't know, mate, never played under him."
"Yes, I am the last of an era," he joked.
Thursday morning at the lake. "Essay's please." They handed them over. "Okay, we're going for a run, lets go."
The bell rings, as Harry and Hermione have just finished there first lap, "Wait a minute, we're doing this again tommorrow, we'll do this till you can do ten laps in the hour and a half of class, I suggest you practice, now you may go."
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, you are late, and might I add out of uniform, why is that?" Professor Snape sneered.
"We didn't have time to change back into uniform after our last class, sir," Hermione answered.
"Which is?"
"Advanced Defense, sir," Harry supplied.
"And why are you not in uniform then?"
"He wants us in loose clothing, sir."
"Why?"
"Because we're doing practical work, Professor."
"Be that as it may, ten points for being out of uniform, now get to your seats.
~~~
There we have chapter 3, I only had to rewrite it 3 times, because my computer fritzted out. Plus I was temporarily banned from fanfiction.net. Thanks to those five who have reviewed. Review please.
ears91