Chapter Seven beta'd 5/11/04
As the weekend rolls by, playing some games with Sirius and Remus. Since the two hinted that someone in the order would be teaching at Hogwarts. Harry tried to ask who it was, and he knew one spot was open. Transfiguration. But the two wouldn't tell who it was, and continued to play some more exploding snaps and giving some help on Harry's homework.
Then finally Monday came, with Ron, and Hermione eating their breakfast. Hermione was currently reading a book, Immediate Transfiguartion. She said that they had to prepare for a new teacher that would be coming to teach in replacing Professor McGonagall.
"Come off it Hermione," Ron said, chewing off some ham.
"You do know how Umbridge is like! For all we know, she could hire someone else from the Ministry!" Hermione snapped.
"Hermione," Harry came and whispered between his two friend, but he didn't really need to worry. Since he was surrounded by Gryffindors, and got a glee look on Neville's face when he heard Harry's voice. "Not now Neville, later, but Hermione, don't worry. It's someone we can trust."
"Oh really? Who?" Hermione inquired.
"I don't know anything more than that," Harry sighed, "Sirius and Remus won't tell me who. But it is definetly someone from the order. But you mustn't be surprised or happy or anything suspicous especially..." He paused dangerously, "Umbridge might inspect the first lesson."
"Oh, that would be true," Hermione said, "Well, we'll meet you there later .. Ron." She saw Umbridge coming down their way. Harry was confused when she said Ron and turned around and narrowly, but missed Umbridge by centimeters.
'Oh, this is NOT good,' Harry thought, panicking. He immediately got away from her, silently and his footsteps were covered by the noise in the Great Hall.
"Good morning dears," Umbridge greeted them.
"Good morning Professor Umbridge," chorused Gryffindors who were the nearest to Umbridge.
"Were you three talking to someone else?" Umbridge asked Ron, Hermione and Neville.
"No professor, see, we were practicing our skit for one of our classes and we were required to converse with someone who is from another house so we were pretending that one was sitting with us," Hermione replied.
"Oh, is that so?" Umbridge asked.
"Yeah, we were all given a project in our own way. Some were going to cast some charms and some creating costumes," she explained.
'Wow, she's a really good actress AND a great liar...' Harry thought, grinning at a safe distance away from Umbridge.
"Oh I see, very well, have a good day," Umbridge turned to head back to her table to continue eating. (And to spy any more troublemakers in the Great Hall).
"That... was too close," Harry said to them. "She was only centimeters from me!" he half whispered, half yelled.
"Damn mate," Ron said, after glaring at Umbridge. "Too close of a call. Say Hermione, that was great!"
"Oh, that was nothing," Hermione said, flushing with herself.
"I never knew you had that in you Hermione," Neville said, grinning.
"Yeah, true Gryffindor indeed," Ginny said, grinning wickedly at her. Hermione flushed even more of red, that rivals the Weasley's hair. Harry grinned, though no one could see that Harry was grinning.
"Well, I guess I'll go wait in the dungeons," Harry said, "see you all there later, bye Ginny." Harry went through the doors which was already open thanks to Filch standing gaurd there. He made his way down to the dungeons and found the door locked, and decided to be out of the way should anyone come down, so he went on to the end of the corridor where no one would go for lessons. He leaned against the wall, waiting. Soon, the Slytherins and some Gryffindors came down and waited by the classroom's door. Harry heard a sneering drawling voice and perked up a little and saw Draco Malfoy insulting the Gryffindors again.
If only he could hex him, if only he could trip him and round up the Slytherins and scare them really bad. Harry began to dream of ways to scare them all to their own deaths. Harry smirked at devising plots to scare Malfoy and his special group of 'friends'. He thought about whispering into Malfoy's ear, saying snide, crude insults that no one could hear. That would really scare him badly. Harry smirked again. He made his way over to Malfoy, good thing too. He was not in the center of people. He controlled his breathing so that he can't suspect anyone breathing down his neck. He leaned in a little into Draco Malfoy's left ear.
"So, you think you're so good?" Harry used his fake voice, a low droning tenor voice and pulled back quickly when the blonde hair spun around wildly and saw nobody.
"What is it Draco?" Pansy asked.
"Er.. nothing," Draco said. Harry tried again, smirking and leaned in to say something else.
"You think you own this place, strutting around, when it's really our place?" Again Harry stepped away from Malfoy quickly. He spun around even more wildly, searching the corridors and made another 180° and found his friends, looking around suspicously.
"Something's bugging you isn't?" Goyle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes.... someone's whispering to me, did anyone hear it?" Draco narrowed his eyes, watching the Gryffindors.
"Uh no Draco," Pansy replied, worry evident in her face. The other slytherins shook their head, and even the Gryffindor shook their heads either. But since when did Malfoy trust them?
"Alright you Gryffindors, who is doing it?" Draco asked, getting a bit more pissed. But panicking all the same.
"We didn't--"
"Draco Malfoy, it's all your fault that you don't have true friends," Harry said some more and stepping away.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!"
"Nobody you know," said the low, tenor, and scratchy voice. "Just watch your step, and treat them nicely and you won't have to worry about... nightmares."
Draco was really whimpering this time, paling with each second. The Slytherins and even the Gryffindors were panicking. But of course that was their acting, they knew it was Harry's doing.
"Okay, okay, I won't make insults!"
"Good," came the voice, "and if you say mudblood ever again, I will personally haunt you for the remainer time at Hogwarts." Draco let out a high pitch whimper at his answer. "Now I must go, I'll be watching you..." Then the door to the classroom opened and Snape came out, looking around at their stricken face.
"Alright, what happened here?" drawled Professor Snape.
"Uh, D-"
"I'll speak for myself, thank you very much Pansy," Draco narrowed his eyes but still pale. "You see Professor, someone's haunting this Hogwarts, in this very corridor! I was hearing voices... they were all different. I swear there was five ghosts here! Or some spirits... I don't know, I'm going mad!" Draco was really losing it. Ron was grinning really big and Hermione looked as if she passed all of her OWLs, her Birthday, and Christmas day all in one day. Professor Snape looked around in the corridor carefully.
"I will investigate Mr. Malfoy, now get in!" The students compiled without another word and soon followed by Harry with a mutter of thanks. Snape's eyebrows rose, but didn't say anything and he closed the door.
For the rest of the day, which was uneventful save rumors that Draco Malfoy was beginning to lose his mind. Ron couldn't be any happier and complimented Harry about getting back at Malfoy. Hermione said the same, grinning at him.
"That was bloody brilliant Harry!" Ron said, at lunch in the kitchens.
"Ha, ha, I never seen Malfoy that scared before!" Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "That was wonderful."
"Heh, er thanks guys, if he steps out of the line.. well you know. Even Professor Snape knows, I can't believe it, he actually let me by it. In fact, he said that he actually WANTS me to get Malfoy 'discplined' since he's not so good with people like Hermione and making insults. So, I'm going to keep it up. In fact, I'm going to the Great Hall to make sure that Malfoy is keeping his promise..."
"I'm coming mate!" Ron said, wolfing down his subsandwich. Not wanting to miss a scene, and Hermione soon finished up, the trio thanked the house elves for the lunch and went up the stairs to the Great Hall. At the Slytherin table, Draco doesn't seem to even eat his lunch. Still too spooked by Harry's trick earlier. Harry grinned at how he looked, and spoke to his friend.
"I'm going to spook him just a bit more, to let him know that he's always surrounded by 'me'," with that, Harry walked to the Slytherin's table, to where Draco Malfoy is sitting. He steadied his breath so he wouldn't feel the breath and leaned into his ear, and lowered his voice, disguising himself.
"Glad you're not doing anything stupid," he said. Draco stiffened, and whimpered. The other Slytherins looked at Malfoy worriedly. "As you know, you're always watched. . ." Harry walked away back to his friends, snickering softly.
"Heh, how was that?"
"Bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed. In all of this, not a Professor, even Umbridge didn't noticed what was going on, and the trio left the Great Hall, snickering.
"Ah, just rich, too rich," Ron said, standing next to the door, waiting for the door to Transfiguration classroom. Harry was looking around, anxiously, and so was Hermione. "What is it Hermione?"
"Have you forgotten? We have new transfiguratoin teacher, and we haven't seen him or her at meals yet."
"Oh yeah..." Ron looked around as well, waiting whoever the teacher is.
"If only this cloak was to work through the walls," Harry whispered, sadly.
"Yeah, too bad, but imagine the possibilities..." Ron said, grinning wickedly.
"Well, I'm glad that cloak doesn't," Hermione said, huffing. "You two would be more unstoppable."
"Ah Hermione, you can't blame us," Ron started. Then the door classroom opened, and popped it's head out of the door to find someone familiar greeted the three eyes.
"Pro--?!" Hermione started, widening eyes in surprise.
"Let me introduce myself," winked the person at the two. "Say," the person looked around in the corridor and found that Ron and Hermione was the only one there alone. "is Harry here?"
"Yes, he is, but I'm so relieved you're the Professor!" Hermione said happily.
"Yes, hmm, Professor Tonks sound strange, don't you think?"
"I'm happy to see that you're the professor too," Harry spoke quietly.
"You think you can hold back after class Harry?" she asked.
"Oh, of course Tonks," with that, the four filed into the room, and soon followed by the other students, and Umbridge also came to inspect. Ever since the first student, save Hermione, Ron, and Harry, Tonks had been holding up the daily prophet to hide her face from view. She had said to the three that she would like to surprise the students here, and the three smirked, wondering what she'll scare them all with her rare powers.
The fellow sixth year Gryffindors started to fill into the room, and Umbridge came in and sat in one of the dark corners. When the last student came and sat down. Tonks set down the newspaper, and smiled at everyone.
"PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL!?" shouted the class, save three. Even the three had widened their eyes in surprise, completely taken aback. Even Umbridge widened her eyes.
"Hem, hem," she coughed, "I do believe I did send you away Minerva." Then Tonks began to laugh, and stood up to face the board. And suddenly her hair 'fell down' to her shoulders, and faced the class again, smirking.
"Wha--Professor Snape?!" Dean shouted, and the rest cowered in fear. Thinking that he had taken the polyjuice potion. Umbridge got the idea of what's going on, and shook her head, laughing heartily. Then right before their own eyes, she turned back to normal. At least that's what Harry believe is the true form, except for her red hair.
"Good afternoon class!" she said, brightly.
"Er, professor, how did you do that? You didn't have a wand, did you use a potion? But even then, you couldn't undergo a change two times . . ." Parvati questioned. Tonks chuckled.
"I'm sure at least few people will know what Metamorphmagus is?" A few student gasped at the word. Four hands went up, including Ron, and Hermione.
"Yes Lavender?"
"It's an ability to change appearance at will. I heard that they're really rare! Are you born one Professor---?'
"Oh goodness me, I never introduced myself!" Tonks pointed the wand at the board and said Professor Tonks on there. "You will be calling Professor Tonks, and to answer to your question, yes I am born one. To train one is very difficult."
"Yeah they are..." breathed Lavender, in awe, as well as rest of the class.
"Now, for the lesson today, you will be getting a partner, and using the words, Muto Legio and a word that you will change on a PERSON'S feature. So, Mr.--?" she looked at Seamus.
"Mr. Finnigan," he replied tentively.
"Mr. Finnigan, come up here please," she ordered. Seamus came up standing next to her, a bit nervous. "Now see, I will change the boy's nose, say, how about Professor's nose?"
A pure terror appeared on his face, and a snicker went around the room. "Er--"
"Yes, I will do that, watch, Muto Legio nose!" Tonks waved her wand in a back jab with a left twitch. The normal-nose of Seamus Finnigan changed into Severus Snape's infamous hook nose. Seamus screamed at his nose, feeling abnormally large. A laugh broke out among the Gryffindors.
"Oh thanks for your support!" Seamus pouted.
"You must have an image in your mind of what you would like a body of feature to be changed into. Please pick something simple. Girls, I advise you to not try anything in your chest region, as for the boys, well, just don't do anything drastic to your manhood," Tonks said causually, smiling.
The girls and the boys gulped very nervously, and Umbridge had been writing, scribbling away her perfomance. Harry hoped that she was writing down good ones about Professor Tonks. He thought about the ability to change the look of his scar. He wonder if it would work.
"Also, you cannot perform this on yourself, if you do, unimaginable things will happen to you. We had so many cases at St. Mungos who tried to change their own appearance. Always get someone to perform it on you. Which is why you will have partners. Now you may begin," Tonks said, going around the room, to make sure nothing drastically bad happens.
Hermione focused on Ron, who looked really pale and nervous. "Hermione, where are you going to change...?"
"Oh, I think I'll change your eye color," Hermione replied, smiling. "Muto Legio eyes!" Ron's eyes turned bright purple. "Oh, interesting look," she conjured up a mirror for Ron to look for himself.
"Whoa! Bright purple... I look creepy," Ron remarked. "Okay my turn! Hmm, how about I change your skin color?" Ron offered.
"But that's too advanced for you Ron, pick something simple," Hermione said. "You could miss some areas of my skin and I don't want patches thank you very much."
"Are you telling me you care about your skin?" Ron said, smirking.
"Hey, would you like to have dark brown patches all over you?" Hermione retorted, blushing.
"Er--no, I guess not, okay fine, your nails," before he could let Hermione say anything, and since her right hand was already on the table. "Muto legio nail!" Her five nails grew three centimeters long.
"Ro--! Oh!" Hermione pulled her hand to her face, studying them. "They are nice! Could you do that with my other hand Ron?" she asked politely.
"Of course," Ron looked to the spot where Harry should be sitting and winked. Harry got the point, and gave the signal to Ron that he was ready. Harry muttered the incantation with Ron's mouth to seemingly like he's saying them. Her left hand also grew three centimeters as well.
"Oh excellent!" Hermione studied her nails. "Oh, Parvati and Lavender will have to force me to join their 'makeover' tonight...." She looked at Ron and 'Harry', grinning. "You're really are much better now." Then Tonks came to their table, checking on them.
"Whoa Ron! Your eyes are creepy," Tonks exclaimed. "It actually looks good." Ron stammered at this, not believing his ears. Orange hair and purple eyes? With freckles? Harry shook his head. "Okay so I was lying, it looks horrible with your face, especially with your hair color. Oh Hermione, how did you grow the nails so long?"
"Actually Ron did them, isn't HE great?" Hermione said, trying to hint that Harry did the other hand. Tonks seem to have gotten the message because her eyes flickered to where Harry is and at Ron.
"Good job, the nails are exactly the same lengths, and you too Hermione, but I'm afriad you'll have to change his eyes back. But if you like the nails..."
"I would love to keep it this way, it's not so long to stop me from writing," at this, Hermione picked up her quill to see if she can write. She grinned at the notes she wrote down about the practical lesson. "I guess I can."
Then the bell rang, Umbridge went up to her and spoke a few things with her, and left after the majority of students. Only Harry remained and Ron, Hermione doubled back into the room so Umbridge wouldn't get suspicious. Harry spoke up to her once his friends closed the door.
"That was a great lesson Professor, but I have a question--"
"Is it to hide your scar?"
"Well, yes..." Harry began, taking the hood off his head, looking at the door warily. Ron went over to gaurd it and smiled at Ron gratefully.
"Hm, well, I suppose we could try? Muto legio scar!" Harry felt a tingling feeling on the part where his scar is and faded. "Oh, I'm sorry, it didn't fade..."
"Professor," Hermione spoke, "maybe it can change the shape of the scar? Maybe just a very small dot? I'm thinking that scar of his won't ever fade."
"Oh, you might be right Hermione, let's try that shall we? Hmm, what kind of shape would you like to have? Or what she suggested?"
"Yeah, a small dot will do," Harry replied anxiously. Tonks tried again, and felt the tingling feeling again and faded. "Well?"
"It worked!" Hermione cried, conjuring the mirror and show it to Harry. He studied his face, on the forehead. Indeed, the scar had change into a quill-point dot.
"I hope this means that I won't have to feel like my head is splitting open, but more like a puncture..." he said mostly to himself and pulled the hood back up. "Thank you professor, but what is it you want to hold back here?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk about you hiding," Tonks spoke.
"Ah, and?"
"And you seem to be doing very well, you even pulled this lesson off. I imagine it's the same with other classes you remained in?"
"Yeah, that's right, just this one, charms, and potions."
"Ah, well, dinner's should be starting now, off you go, I'll be with the teachers shortly. Good bye and Harry, take care!" she waved, walking to the door and tripped over two chairs and a desk and stood up quick. "I'm fine!" The three shook their heads, grinning and went back to the Great Hall. Dinner was uneventful except for the part where Draco keeps looking around himself, trying to find the secret voice. The Gryffindors found this to be very funny, and only a select few know the true story behind that. The story about Draco only kept to Sixth year Gryffindors and including Ginny. Harry said his good nights to his friends and left to the Shrieking Shack.
As soon as he appeared at the house, after taking the cloak off once he entered the tunnel. Remus stopped him questionly, a confused look on his face.
"You look different Harry," Remus remarked, Sirius looked up from his daily prophet, studying Harry.
"Why! His scar is gone!" Sirius exclaimed. "Are you Harry?" he asked, suspicously. Harry laughed.
"Yeah I am, otherwise I would turn you in right now. Plus, my scar didn't really go away, it's only a dot, see?" Harry pointed to a small red dot on his forehead where the lightining bolt used to be.
"Oh... I see, but how?" Remus asked.
"First, we ought to ask him a question that no one knows..." Sirius said, darkly, still suspicious.
"Oh alright Sirius," Remus sighed, "Okay, where does Sirius live? Well used to."
"12 Grimmauld place in London," Harry replied.
"Yeah, it's him," Sirius said, perking up. "Now do tell us how you got a different look on your scar...."
"You see, Tonks, our newly instinated professor in Transfiguration, taught us about the 'Mutus Legio, and some body feature', needless to say, it won't really disappear a scar, but rather change it's shape. Great isn't it?"
"I never heard of that spell," Remus said, in thought.
"Me niether, maybe it's new?" Sirius frowned in trying to remember his lessons in Hogwarts and in some of his auror training.
"It has to be, otherwise we've known about it. Sounds very useful, so you can change any part of your body?"
"As long as you're not the caster on yourself, bad things can happen, so you have to get someone to cast it on you," Harry explained.
"Ah... well that's most unfortunate, but at least that's good otherwise crooks would always get away with it, unless, of course they use imperius or their own friends or followers," Remus said, sitting down to eat.
"Well, I guess I'll do my homework now, night Remus, Sirius," with that, he went into his room, already furnished with very nice beds and very nice furniture. He set down to his homework and finally went to sleep.
As the weekend rolls by, playing some games with Sirius and Remus. Since the two hinted that someone in the order would be teaching at Hogwarts. Harry tried to ask who it was, and he knew one spot was open. Transfiguration. But the two wouldn't tell who it was, and continued to play some more exploding snaps and giving some help on Harry's homework.
Then finally Monday came, with Ron, and Hermione eating their breakfast. Hermione was currently reading a book, Immediate Transfiguartion. She said that they had to prepare for a new teacher that would be coming to teach in replacing Professor McGonagall.
"Come off it Hermione," Ron said, chewing off some ham.
"You do know how Umbridge is like! For all we know, she could hire someone else from the Ministry!" Hermione snapped.
"Hermione," Harry came and whispered between his two friend, but he didn't really need to worry. Since he was surrounded by Gryffindors, and got a glee look on Neville's face when he heard Harry's voice. "Not now Neville, later, but Hermione, don't worry. It's someone we can trust."
"Oh really? Who?" Hermione inquired.
"I don't know anything more than that," Harry sighed, "Sirius and Remus won't tell me who. But it is definetly someone from the order. But you mustn't be surprised or happy or anything suspicous especially..." He paused dangerously, "Umbridge might inspect the first lesson."
"Oh, that would be true," Hermione said, "Well, we'll meet you there later .. Ron." She saw Umbridge coming down their way. Harry was confused when she said Ron and turned around and narrowly, but missed Umbridge by centimeters.
'Oh, this is NOT good,' Harry thought, panicking. He immediately got away from her, silently and his footsteps were covered by the noise in the Great Hall.
"Good morning dears," Umbridge greeted them.
"Good morning Professor Umbridge," chorused Gryffindors who were the nearest to Umbridge.
"Were you three talking to someone else?" Umbridge asked Ron, Hermione and Neville.
"No professor, see, we were practicing our skit for one of our classes and we were required to converse with someone who is from another house so we were pretending that one was sitting with us," Hermione replied.
"Oh, is that so?" Umbridge asked.
"Yeah, we were all given a project in our own way. Some were going to cast some charms and some creating costumes," she explained.
'Wow, she's a really good actress AND a great liar...' Harry thought, grinning at a safe distance away from Umbridge.
"Oh I see, very well, have a good day," Umbridge turned to head back to her table to continue eating. (And to spy any more troublemakers in the Great Hall).
"That... was too close," Harry said to them. "She was only centimeters from me!" he half whispered, half yelled.
"Damn mate," Ron said, after glaring at Umbridge. "Too close of a call. Say Hermione, that was great!"
"Oh, that was nothing," Hermione said, flushing with herself.
"I never knew you had that in you Hermione," Neville said, grinning.
"Yeah, true Gryffindor indeed," Ginny said, grinning wickedly at her. Hermione flushed even more of red, that rivals the Weasley's hair. Harry grinned, though no one could see that Harry was grinning.
"Well, I guess I'll go wait in the dungeons," Harry said, "see you all there later, bye Ginny." Harry went through the doors which was already open thanks to Filch standing gaurd there. He made his way down to the dungeons and found the door locked, and decided to be out of the way should anyone come down, so he went on to the end of the corridor where no one would go for lessons. He leaned against the wall, waiting. Soon, the Slytherins and some Gryffindors came down and waited by the classroom's door. Harry heard a sneering drawling voice and perked up a little and saw Draco Malfoy insulting the Gryffindors again.
If only he could hex him, if only he could trip him and round up the Slytherins and scare them really bad. Harry began to dream of ways to scare them all to their own deaths. Harry smirked at devising plots to scare Malfoy and his special group of 'friends'. He thought about whispering into Malfoy's ear, saying snide, crude insults that no one could hear. That would really scare him badly. Harry smirked again. He made his way over to Malfoy, good thing too. He was not in the center of people. He controlled his breathing so that he can't suspect anyone breathing down his neck. He leaned in a little into Draco Malfoy's left ear.
"So, you think you're so good?" Harry used his fake voice, a low droning tenor voice and pulled back quickly when the blonde hair spun around wildly and saw nobody.
"What is it Draco?" Pansy asked.
"Er.. nothing," Draco said. Harry tried again, smirking and leaned in to say something else.
"You think you own this place, strutting around, when it's really our place?" Again Harry stepped away from Malfoy quickly. He spun around even more wildly, searching the corridors and made another 180° and found his friends, looking around suspicously.
"Something's bugging you isn't?" Goyle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes.... someone's whispering to me, did anyone hear it?" Draco narrowed his eyes, watching the Gryffindors.
"Uh no Draco," Pansy replied, worry evident in her face. The other slytherins shook their head, and even the Gryffindor shook their heads either. But since when did Malfoy trust them?
"Alright you Gryffindors, who is doing it?" Draco asked, getting a bit more pissed. But panicking all the same.
"We didn't--"
"Draco Malfoy, it's all your fault that you don't have true friends," Harry said some more and stepping away.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!"
"Nobody you know," said the low, tenor, and scratchy voice. "Just watch your step, and treat them nicely and you won't have to worry about... nightmares."
Draco was really whimpering this time, paling with each second. The Slytherins and even the Gryffindors were panicking. But of course that was their acting, they knew it was Harry's doing.
"Okay, okay, I won't make insults!"
"Good," came the voice, "and if you say mudblood ever again, I will personally haunt you for the remainer time at Hogwarts." Draco let out a high pitch whimper at his answer. "Now I must go, I'll be watching you..." Then the door to the classroom opened and Snape came out, looking around at their stricken face.
"Alright, what happened here?" drawled Professor Snape.
"Uh, D-"
"I'll speak for myself, thank you very much Pansy," Draco narrowed his eyes but still pale. "You see Professor, someone's haunting this Hogwarts, in this very corridor! I was hearing voices... they were all different. I swear there was five ghosts here! Or some spirits... I don't know, I'm going mad!" Draco was really losing it. Ron was grinning really big and Hermione looked as if she passed all of her OWLs, her Birthday, and Christmas day all in one day. Professor Snape looked around in the corridor carefully.
"I will investigate Mr. Malfoy, now get in!" The students compiled without another word and soon followed by Harry with a mutter of thanks. Snape's eyebrows rose, but didn't say anything and he closed the door.
For the rest of the day, which was uneventful save rumors that Draco Malfoy was beginning to lose his mind. Ron couldn't be any happier and complimented Harry about getting back at Malfoy. Hermione said the same, grinning at him.
"That was bloody brilliant Harry!" Ron said, at lunch in the kitchens.
"Ha, ha, I never seen Malfoy that scared before!" Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "That was wonderful."
"Heh, er thanks guys, if he steps out of the line.. well you know. Even Professor Snape knows, I can't believe it, he actually let me by it. In fact, he said that he actually WANTS me to get Malfoy 'discplined' since he's not so good with people like Hermione and making insults. So, I'm going to keep it up. In fact, I'm going to the Great Hall to make sure that Malfoy is keeping his promise..."
"I'm coming mate!" Ron said, wolfing down his subsandwich. Not wanting to miss a scene, and Hermione soon finished up, the trio thanked the house elves for the lunch and went up the stairs to the Great Hall. At the Slytherin table, Draco doesn't seem to even eat his lunch. Still too spooked by Harry's trick earlier. Harry grinned at how he looked, and spoke to his friend.
"I'm going to spook him just a bit more, to let him know that he's always surrounded by 'me'," with that, Harry walked to the Slytherin's table, to where Draco Malfoy is sitting. He steadied his breath so he wouldn't feel the breath and leaned into his ear, and lowered his voice, disguising himself.
"Glad you're not doing anything stupid," he said. Draco stiffened, and whimpered. The other Slytherins looked at Malfoy worriedly. "As you know, you're always watched. . ." Harry walked away back to his friends, snickering softly.
"Heh, how was that?"
"Bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed. In all of this, not a Professor, even Umbridge didn't noticed what was going on, and the trio left the Great Hall, snickering.
"Ah, just rich, too rich," Ron said, standing next to the door, waiting for the door to Transfiguration classroom. Harry was looking around, anxiously, and so was Hermione. "What is it Hermione?"
"Have you forgotten? We have new transfiguratoin teacher, and we haven't seen him or her at meals yet."
"Oh yeah..." Ron looked around as well, waiting whoever the teacher is.
"If only this cloak was to work through the walls," Harry whispered, sadly.
"Yeah, too bad, but imagine the possibilities..." Ron said, grinning wickedly.
"Well, I'm glad that cloak doesn't," Hermione said, huffing. "You two would be more unstoppable."
"Ah Hermione, you can't blame us," Ron started. Then the door classroom opened, and popped it's head out of the door to find someone familiar greeted the three eyes.
"Pro--?!" Hermione started, widening eyes in surprise.
"Let me introduce myself," winked the person at the two. "Say," the person looked around in the corridor and found that Ron and Hermione was the only one there alone. "is Harry here?"
"Yes, he is, but I'm so relieved you're the Professor!" Hermione said happily.
"Yes, hmm, Professor Tonks sound strange, don't you think?"
"I'm happy to see that you're the professor too," Harry spoke quietly.
"You think you can hold back after class Harry?" she asked.
"Oh, of course Tonks," with that, the four filed into the room, and soon followed by the other students, and Umbridge also came to inspect. Ever since the first student, save Hermione, Ron, and Harry, Tonks had been holding up the daily prophet to hide her face from view. She had said to the three that she would like to surprise the students here, and the three smirked, wondering what she'll scare them all with her rare powers.
The fellow sixth year Gryffindors started to fill into the room, and Umbridge came in and sat in one of the dark corners. When the last student came and sat down. Tonks set down the newspaper, and smiled at everyone.
"PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL!?" shouted the class, save three. Even the three had widened their eyes in surprise, completely taken aback. Even Umbridge widened her eyes.
"Hem, hem," she coughed, "I do believe I did send you away Minerva." Then Tonks began to laugh, and stood up to face the board. And suddenly her hair 'fell down' to her shoulders, and faced the class again, smirking.
"Wha--Professor Snape?!" Dean shouted, and the rest cowered in fear. Thinking that he had taken the polyjuice potion. Umbridge got the idea of what's going on, and shook her head, laughing heartily. Then right before their own eyes, she turned back to normal. At least that's what Harry believe is the true form, except for her red hair.
"Good afternoon class!" she said, brightly.
"Er, professor, how did you do that? You didn't have a wand, did you use a potion? But even then, you couldn't undergo a change two times . . ." Parvati questioned. Tonks chuckled.
"I'm sure at least few people will know what Metamorphmagus is?" A few student gasped at the word. Four hands went up, including Ron, and Hermione.
"Yes Lavender?"
"It's an ability to change appearance at will. I heard that they're really rare! Are you born one Professor---?'
"Oh goodness me, I never introduced myself!" Tonks pointed the wand at the board and said Professor Tonks on there. "You will be calling Professor Tonks, and to answer to your question, yes I am born one. To train one is very difficult."
"Yeah they are..." breathed Lavender, in awe, as well as rest of the class.
"Now, for the lesson today, you will be getting a partner, and using the words, Muto Legio and a word that you will change on a PERSON'S feature. So, Mr.--?" she looked at Seamus.
"Mr. Finnigan," he replied tentively.
"Mr. Finnigan, come up here please," she ordered. Seamus came up standing next to her, a bit nervous. "Now see, I will change the boy's nose, say, how about Professor's nose?"
A pure terror appeared on his face, and a snicker went around the room. "Er--"
"Yes, I will do that, watch, Muto Legio nose!" Tonks waved her wand in a back jab with a left twitch. The normal-nose of Seamus Finnigan changed into Severus Snape's infamous hook nose. Seamus screamed at his nose, feeling abnormally large. A laugh broke out among the Gryffindors.
"Oh thanks for your support!" Seamus pouted.
"You must have an image in your mind of what you would like a body of feature to be changed into. Please pick something simple. Girls, I advise you to not try anything in your chest region, as for the boys, well, just don't do anything drastic to your manhood," Tonks said causually, smiling.
The girls and the boys gulped very nervously, and Umbridge had been writing, scribbling away her perfomance. Harry hoped that she was writing down good ones about Professor Tonks. He thought about the ability to change the look of his scar. He wonder if it would work.
"Also, you cannot perform this on yourself, if you do, unimaginable things will happen to you. We had so many cases at St. Mungos who tried to change their own appearance. Always get someone to perform it on you. Which is why you will have partners. Now you may begin," Tonks said, going around the room, to make sure nothing drastically bad happens.
Hermione focused on Ron, who looked really pale and nervous. "Hermione, where are you going to change...?"
"Oh, I think I'll change your eye color," Hermione replied, smiling. "Muto Legio eyes!" Ron's eyes turned bright purple. "Oh, interesting look," she conjured up a mirror for Ron to look for himself.
"Whoa! Bright purple... I look creepy," Ron remarked. "Okay my turn! Hmm, how about I change your skin color?" Ron offered.
"But that's too advanced for you Ron, pick something simple," Hermione said. "You could miss some areas of my skin and I don't want patches thank you very much."
"Are you telling me you care about your skin?" Ron said, smirking.
"Hey, would you like to have dark brown patches all over you?" Hermione retorted, blushing.
"Er--no, I guess not, okay fine, your nails," before he could let Hermione say anything, and since her right hand was already on the table. "Muto legio nail!" Her five nails grew three centimeters long.
"Ro--! Oh!" Hermione pulled her hand to her face, studying them. "They are nice! Could you do that with my other hand Ron?" she asked politely.
"Of course," Ron looked to the spot where Harry should be sitting and winked. Harry got the point, and gave the signal to Ron that he was ready. Harry muttered the incantation with Ron's mouth to seemingly like he's saying them. Her left hand also grew three centimeters as well.
"Oh excellent!" Hermione studied her nails. "Oh, Parvati and Lavender will have to force me to join their 'makeover' tonight...." She looked at Ron and 'Harry', grinning. "You're really are much better now." Then Tonks came to their table, checking on them.
"Whoa Ron! Your eyes are creepy," Tonks exclaimed. "It actually looks good." Ron stammered at this, not believing his ears. Orange hair and purple eyes? With freckles? Harry shook his head. "Okay so I was lying, it looks horrible with your face, especially with your hair color. Oh Hermione, how did you grow the nails so long?"
"Actually Ron did them, isn't HE great?" Hermione said, trying to hint that Harry did the other hand. Tonks seem to have gotten the message because her eyes flickered to where Harry is and at Ron.
"Good job, the nails are exactly the same lengths, and you too Hermione, but I'm afriad you'll have to change his eyes back. But if you like the nails..."
"I would love to keep it this way, it's not so long to stop me from writing," at this, Hermione picked up her quill to see if she can write. She grinned at the notes she wrote down about the practical lesson. "I guess I can."
Then the bell rang, Umbridge went up to her and spoke a few things with her, and left after the majority of students. Only Harry remained and Ron, Hermione doubled back into the room so Umbridge wouldn't get suspicious. Harry spoke up to her once his friends closed the door.
"That was a great lesson Professor, but I have a question--"
"Is it to hide your scar?"
"Well, yes..." Harry began, taking the hood off his head, looking at the door warily. Ron went over to gaurd it and smiled at Ron gratefully.
"Hm, well, I suppose we could try? Muto legio scar!" Harry felt a tingling feeling on the part where his scar is and faded. "Oh, I'm sorry, it didn't fade..."
"Professor," Hermione spoke, "maybe it can change the shape of the scar? Maybe just a very small dot? I'm thinking that scar of his won't ever fade."
"Oh, you might be right Hermione, let's try that shall we? Hmm, what kind of shape would you like to have? Or what she suggested?"
"Yeah, a small dot will do," Harry replied anxiously. Tonks tried again, and felt the tingling feeling again and faded. "Well?"
"It worked!" Hermione cried, conjuring the mirror and show it to Harry. He studied his face, on the forehead. Indeed, the scar had change into a quill-point dot.
"I hope this means that I won't have to feel like my head is splitting open, but more like a puncture..." he said mostly to himself and pulled the hood back up. "Thank you professor, but what is it you want to hold back here?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk about you hiding," Tonks spoke.
"Ah, and?"
"And you seem to be doing very well, you even pulled this lesson off. I imagine it's the same with other classes you remained in?"
"Yeah, that's right, just this one, charms, and potions."
"Ah, well, dinner's should be starting now, off you go, I'll be with the teachers shortly. Good bye and Harry, take care!" she waved, walking to the door and tripped over two chairs and a desk and stood up quick. "I'm fine!" The three shook their heads, grinning and went back to the Great Hall. Dinner was uneventful except for the part where Draco keeps looking around himself, trying to find the secret voice. The Gryffindors found this to be very funny, and only a select few know the true story behind that. The story about Draco only kept to Sixth year Gryffindors and including Ginny. Harry said his good nights to his friends and left to the Shrieking Shack.
As soon as he appeared at the house, after taking the cloak off once he entered the tunnel. Remus stopped him questionly, a confused look on his face.
"You look different Harry," Remus remarked, Sirius looked up from his daily prophet, studying Harry.
"Why! His scar is gone!" Sirius exclaimed. "Are you Harry?" he asked, suspicously. Harry laughed.
"Yeah I am, otherwise I would turn you in right now. Plus, my scar didn't really go away, it's only a dot, see?" Harry pointed to a small red dot on his forehead where the lightining bolt used to be.
"Oh... I see, but how?" Remus asked.
"First, we ought to ask him a question that no one knows..." Sirius said, darkly, still suspicious.
"Oh alright Sirius," Remus sighed, "Okay, where does Sirius live? Well used to."
"12 Grimmauld place in London," Harry replied.
"Yeah, it's him," Sirius said, perking up. "Now do tell us how you got a different look on your scar...."
"You see, Tonks, our newly instinated professor in Transfiguration, taught us about the 'Mutus Legio, and some body feature', needless to say, it won't really disappear a scar, but rather change it's shape. Great isn't it?"
"I never heard of that spell," Remus said, in thought.
"Me niether, maybe it's new?" Sirius frowned in trying to remember his lessons in Hogwarts and in some of his auror training.
"It has to be, otherwise we've known about it. Sounds very useful, so you can change any part of your body?"
"As long as you're not the caster on yourself, bad things can happen, so you have to get someone to cast it on you," Harry explained.
"Ah... well that's most unfortunate, but at least that's good otherwise crooks would always get away with it, unless, of course they use imperius or their own friends or followers," Remus said, sitting down to eat.
"Well, I guess I'll do my homework now, night Remus, Sirius," with that, he went into his room, already furnished with very nice beds and very nice furniture. He set down to his homework and finally went to sleep.