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Previously:
"I'd like to announce," Dumbledore said at the start-of-the-year feast, "That we have two new teacher's this year, Professor Cystal, our Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, and Professor Grongial, our Divination Teacher."
"Harry wake up," Ron said shaking Harry, "We're going to be late for our first class, Potions"
"What! Oh crap!" Harry and Ron ran down the stairs.
"Last night, Seamus thought you were dead because you weren't, um, breathing."
"Oh, yeah," Harry said.
Soon Harry and Ron were dashing down the stairs towards the dungeon, knowing that the more time they took, the more points they lost.
"Well look, the dynamic duo is here," said Snape slyly with a smirk.
"Now that will be ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said as they sat down, "Let that be a lesson as to make it to class on time."
"What've we missed," Ron asked Hermione making sure Snape wasn't watching.
"He's got us on slug-poison cure," she said disgusted, "The worst thing to make in my opinion, most of the ingredients are slimish and have a strange sound when put in the caldron."
The class continued Harry finding that potions was, surprisingly, noticeably easier, which he figured, was due to the fact that he was just better at getting ingredients right because of being what he was. Class was coming to a close and Harry had just finished his potion when there was a knock at the door. Snape opened it and then motioned Harry, Ron and Hermione to come. Professor McGonagall was standing outside the door, a stern look upon her face.
"Come on, the Headmaster is wanting to speak to the three of you," she said as they followed her off down the hall.
Finally after a long, silent walk to the gargoyle, McGonagall said the password and led them to the door of Dumbledore's office.
As McGonagall knocked, a voice inside said, "Come in."
"Albus, here they are," she said as they filed into the office.
"Thank you, Minerva," he replied standing from his chair behind the desk.
"Now, I believe that we have some things to talk about," Dumbledore said materializing a few seats.
"Umm. Yeah," Harry said, "You know what we are since we owled you."
"Yes, and so first things first," the Headmaster said calmly, "Mr. Weasley, every full moon, you are to go to Professor Snape's office for a Potion."
Ron got a sudden look of fear as he said, "Understood, sir."
"Mr. Potter, do you wish to be given food at meal times, besides blood, or not?" Dumbledore asked indicating the question of secrecy or not.
"I think that I shall still enjoy food, just the same."
"Very well, nothing changed there," Albus established, "And Ms. Granger, you shall be given training on your abilities, by Professor Grongial, who is not only a Professor on Divination, but he is a true-blue seer himself."
"Professor?" Hermione asked, "Do all of the Teachers know of us?"
"Seeing as it was important I informed all of the staff, hopping that it would not be inconvenient for any of you," he confirmed, "But so far they are instructed to keep any notice of your abilities a secret, until you are ready to make your conditions public."
"I think that it is safe to say that keeping it a secret is the same as making it public," Hermione said grinning slightly.
As they headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they wondered how their other school-mates would react.
Previously:
"I'd like to announce," Dumbledore said at the start-of-the-year feast, "That we have two new teacher's this year, Professor Cystal, our Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, and Professor Grongial, our Divination Teacher."
"Harry wake up," Ron said shaking Harry, "We're going to be late for our first class, Potions"
"What! Oh crap!" Harry and Ron ran down the stairs.
"Last night, Seamus thought you were dead because you weren't, um, breathing."
"Oh, yeah," Harry said.
Soon Harry and Ron were dashing down the stairs towards the dungeon, knowing that the more time they took, the more points they lost.
"Well look, the dynamic duo is here," said Snape slyly with a smirk.
"Now that will be ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said as they sat down, "Let that be a lesson as to make it to class on time."
"What've we missed," Ron asked Hermione making sure Snape wasn't watching.
"He's got us on slug-poison cure," she said disgusted, "The worst thing to make in my opinion, most of the ingredients are slimish and have a strange sound when put in the caldron."
The class continued Harry finding that potions was, surprisingly, noticeably easier, which he figured, was due to the fact that he was just better at getting ingredients right because of being what he was. Class was coming to a close and Harry had just finished his potion when there was a knock at the door. Snape opened it and then motioned Harry, Ron and Hermione to come. Professor McGonagall was standing outside the door, a stern look upon her face.
"Come on, the Headmaster is wanting to speak to the three of you," she said as they followed her off down the hall.
Finally after a long, silent walk to the gargoyle, McGonagall said the password and led them to the door of Dumbledore's office.
As McGonagall knocked, a voice inside said, "Come in."
"Albus, here they are," she said as they filed into the office.
"Thank you, Minerva," he replied standing from his chair behind the desk.
"Now, I believe that we have some things to talk about," Dumbledore said materializing a few seats.
"Umm. Yeah," Harry said, "You know what we are since we owled you."
"Yes, and so first things first," the Headmaster said calmly, "Mr. Weasley, every full moon, you are to go to Professor Snape's office for a Potion."
Ron got a sudden look of fear as he said, "Understood, sir."
"Mr. Potter, do you wish to be given food at meal times, besides blood, or not?" Dumbledore asked indicating the question of secrecy or not.
"I think that I shall still enjoy food, just the same."
"Very well, nothing changed there," Albus established, "And Ms. Granger, you shall be given training on your abilities, by Professor Grongial, who is not only a Professor on Divination, but he is a true-blue seer himself."
"Professor?" Hermione asked, "Do all of the Teachers know of us?"
"Seeing as it was important I informed all of the staff, hopping that it would not be inconvenient for any of you," he confirmed, "But so far they are instructed to keep any notice of your abilities a secret, until you are ready to make your conditions public."
"I think that it is safe to say that keeping it a secret is the same as making it public," Hermione said grinning slightly.
As they headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they wondered how their other school-mates would react.