"What do you suppose is the matter between Professors Heartilly and Snape?" asked Ron Weasley while he, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were on their way to Ancient Magical Artifacts.

"I mean, Professor McGonagall is the head of a competitive house. Snape indulging McGonagall is as likely as handing your belongings to a thief and waving him goodbye."

"Snape would probably do just that, as long as he made sure it weren't his belongings he handed to the thief," laughed Harry, "But about him and Professor Heartilly, I can honestly say that I don't have a clue. But it is showing isn't it? Why would he despise her so much? I mean, truth be told, Ancient Magical Artifacts isn't the most useful course in the world, but why should Snape care if we learn it or not?"

"I have no idea, but let's hush, we're almost there and we don't want Professor Heartilly to know we were talking about her and Snape. Remember the last time we were talking about a teacher and he appeared right behind us?

I, for one, don't care for a repetition of that incident. But we might want to try and find out something about them. Let's assume she went to Hogwarts when she was a student, I bet the library keeps the school records. Let's go there after diner."

Hermione haughtily stuck up her chin and entered the class, leaving the two boys behind with a smirk on their face. They should have known that she would find some kind of an excuse to visit the library.

When all the students were in and had taken their seats, Lierin closed the door and walked towards her desk.

"Welcome class, please open your textbooks to page 98. Today we are going to take a deeper dive into the background story of Achilles' Spear. As you know, the Spear is supposed to give one tremendous powers, if used correctly.

But what is Achilles' Spear exactly? Who made it and what was it used for? According to some very old sources, an ancient tribe with the power to summon entities from all kinds of elemental objects, created this spear to protect themselves against their enemies… Mr. Malfoy, do you care to explain why you are Not. Paying. Attention?"

Lierin was annoyed, Draco plus at least five other Slytherins were staring into space with blank expressions on their faces. Draco's expression, however, changed into a diabolical sneer as soon as she mentioned his lack of interest, as if he had been waiting for that comment. Somehow Lierin felt as if she had fallen into a trap.

"Because what you teach is boring and utterly useless. I even regret having signed up for this course. If I had known that you would teach such nonsense,

I never would have signed up. My father will be most disappointed if he finds out that the school has hired such an incompetent teacher."

Lierin couldn't believe her ears. In her day, students had respect for their teachers. Where was the respect here? She was being ridiculed in her own class by a student! With open mouth she gaped at Draco, still not able to believe he had actually insulted a teacher. Yes, she knew she wasn't a real teacher but he didn't know that, at least he wasn't supposed to know that! And if he used such disrespectful words against her, what did he say to his other teachers, like Hagrid or Remus? Finally she realised that gaping at the blond brat was very un-teacherlike and she knew she had to settle the situation, otherwise the students would question her authority.

"Fine, then please be so kind to gather your stuff and leave this class. You're not welcome in this class anymore until you apologise. Report to Professor Snape and explain to him why you are banned from this class."

"Of course Professor Heartilly, but that won't do any good for you I'm afraid. You see, Professor Snape, a far more capable and intelligent teacher than you, agrees and he won't even allow us Slytherins to fill our heads with such 'useless nonsense' as he put it."

Lierin thought she would explode. Snape! It was always Snape! She hated that man! How dare he turn the students against her, to humiliate her and to undermine her position as a teacher at Hogwarts. Why, that little, slimy, pesky bastard! Humiliate her in front of her students? Ancient Magical Artifacts useless? Well, he'd witness first hand how 'useless' Ancient Magical Artifacts could be, for by Merlin, he didn't even began to grasp how 'useless' it could really be!

"Ancient Magical Artifacts useless? Well class, it seems to me that Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape fail to see the advantages of using ancient relics, the heritage of our ancestors. To some point I can understand, now that we have only covered the theoretical aspects of the field, that you might doubt the advantage of learning about the great knowledge of the ancient times. But, you have all seen what can happen to you if you are careless with magical artifacts. Mind you, our ancestors weren't as stupid as you think they were. They survived the dark ages without all the knowledge about magic that we have today. You have seen what happened to Mr. Malfoy when he wanted to take the Spear out of its sheath. If I hadn't used the spellbreaker on him, Scharear's Fate would also have become Draco Malfoy's Fate. But I can see that Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape need a little proof of how much power a relic can really give you."

Lierin stopped and haughtily leered at her students, wholly insulted by their disrespect for the ancient relics. Some students anxiously wriggled in their seats. They all felt that the Professor, though she didn't openly showed it, was insulted to the bone because of Malfoy and Professor Snape. A few Gryffindors openly showed their disgust of the Slytherins and glared at Malfoy's back.

"If I were Professor Heartilly, I'd turn Malfoy right back into a crystal statue. He's so much more agreeable when he finally shuts up!" whispered Ron to Harry. Harry sniggered and nodded his head.

"Shh!" hissed Hermione, "She's really going to call upon the powers of Achille's Spear! Watch!"

Lierin continued. "Please, watch closely, stay calm, don't panic and whatever you do, don't...anger...the entity!" said Lierin in her most ominous voice, "And please, don't ever try this on your own until you are ready for it."

Lierin walked over to Scharear's Fate and she placed her fingertips on the top of the peacefully shining blue rod, without trying to pry it out of it's setting.

The light began to shine more brightly and it seemed to flow right through her veins. All the students held their breath as the blue light seemed to engulf their teacher. Draco gulped as he expected that whatever was happening, it was powerful and highly dangerous. Their professor seemed to stay very calm under all of this, but in reality she trembled all over for she had never called upon the power of the crystal before. She knew what she had to do and what she had to say, but calling for an unknown force wasn't completely without risk. She had no idea what she was calling for and she had no idea whether what she was doing was dangerous or not. It was hardly the behaviour of a responsible professor, but Lierin was too angry, they had insulted her, her job, the biggest part of her life, and they dared to criticise the very person she had become. She merely wanted to show all of them that she hadn't wasted her life by chasing after rusty pieced of junk she wanted to show them the heritage of their ancestors and how they could use it to their benefit. Convinced that she wasn't doing anything wrong, Lierin spoke the words of an ancient language and she called forth the entity of the crystal.

"Cbayg du sa, cbayg du sa, ahdedo rettah eh dra lnocdym'c binedo. Dyga so vmacr, syga ed cdnuhg, du vyla so ahaseac yc E ku ymuhk. Ahdedo, ahdedo, huz eh baola, syga sa ehjehlepma mega Ylremmac."

"What is the professor saying?" asked Neville to Hermione, convinced that Hermione was the person to know with all book knowledge."

"I... I... have no idea. I don't understand a word of it," stammered Hermione, baffled that there was a language that she couldn't at least recognise.

A soft murmur spread through the class, a murmur that fell silent when the class witnessed the following events. A bright flash once again filled the classroom and even though their professor had warned them not to panic, several girls were frightened and screamed. The students covered their eyes for protection and when they noticed things had turned normal and quiet again, they cautiously removed their hands from their eyes. And when they did, they discovered that things had turned far from normal.

"Uhm, everyone?" came the small voice, again from Pansy, "Take a look at the professor."

With a bad feeling, the students turned their heads in the direction of where their teacher was supposed to be, and they found... a large crystal statue.

"Oh no," cried Virgillius Flabber, a whimsical Slytherin boy who really should have been a Hufflepuff, had the Sorting Hat not discovered a trace of shadiness in his character traits. "We didn't do anything, this is not our fault. Oh, we are so going to be expelled for this!"

"Oh put a sock in it, Flabber! You really are a disgrace for Slytherin! This is all her own fault, she shouldn't mess with things she obviously has no understanding of." snapped Vince Vaughn, another Slytherin student.

"No, you shut up Vaughn! If Snape and Malfoy hadn't insulted the professor, she never would have done something like this!" yelled Ron.

"Oh really, and how about all the times she used me as a guinea pig?" asked Malfoy with the same dawdling voice as ever.

"That was for the sake of our study, Malfoy!" hissed Hermione.

Soon all of the Slytherins and Gryffindors were engaged in a heated conflict and they found themselves on the brink of a huge fight. Harry Potter discovered how much rivalry really existed between the two houses and he soon noticed that things were about to get out of hand. A quick glance at the statue - still nothing was happening- and he made up his mind. The boy climbed atop of one of the desks to make himself noticed between the fighting students.

"Will you all just shut up for a moment?" yelled Harry, "In case you haven't noticed yet, we do have a situation here."

"And why on earth should we listen to you Potty?" cried Draco.

"Because he is right, you ignorant blathering mealy-mouth!" shrieked Hermione,

"Oh do shut up that trap hole of yours, Granger!"

It really was amazing how fast things could go downhill when there wasn't a single teacher around. Harry raised his voice again to make himself heard, actually it was more like yelling.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

This time the students actually bothered to listen.

"Look, accidents happen, even in class, or maybe I should say especially in class. But we still need to solve this problem. None of us intended for this to happen and certainly not the professor. I suggest that one of us should go to Dumbledore to explain the situation. Maybe he knows how to change the professor back. Maybe Professor Snape or Professor Lupin can help. Heaven knows they are both familiar with the Dark Arts."

"Of course, you are right Harry," said Hermione. Professor Dumbledore will know what to do. Maybe I could go to the library and see if there are helpful books on this matter. That way we'll have all the information right at hand and Professor Dumbledore won't have to go and look for ...."

"Uhm, guys? I... think that something is happening..." said Neville and he pointed at the statue.

Harry turned around from atop the desk and his eyes were fixed on the statue, as were the eyes of all the other students. And Neville was right, something was happening. A prismatic light emanated from deep within the statue and grew stronger and stronger. It shone so brightly that one could almost hear the light resonating through the room. The light beams grew more and more intense and caused the statue to tremble. A loud shattering noise put an end to the sound of the harmoniously resonating light beams as the statue erupted in a spray of small pieces of crystal. The students ducked to the ground to seek cover from the pieces but Harry was still standing on the desk. Luckily his instincts kicked in, and Harry hurled himself to the floor, elbow first, and with his eyes wincing against the tiny pieces of crystal. In the process his robes became torn by the flying pieces of crystal and he received some cuts on his hands, back and face.

Covered with crystal dust, Harry panted for breath and carefully he lifted his head causing some of the crystal dust to fall down. He squinted his eyes and he tried to focus, the statue was gone. Harry let his head drop down to his arm again and heaved. Suddenly his brain registered footsteps, only the sound of the footsteps was accompanied by the sound of glass chiming together. It was as if someone was carrying a large crystal chandelier. The sound stopped right in front of him and with a bad feeling in his stomach, Harry lifted his head again. The first thing he noticed were two bare female feet decorated with anklets, but they were blue. His gaze travelled upwards to a pair of long well shaped legs, only the legs were coloured light purple. Harry looked down again and noticed that the feet and legs were decorated in a blue-purple design that, as his gaze travelled further up again, seemed to cover the entire body. Harry allowed himself to have eye contact with the person in front of him, and his mouth dropped open in astonishment, because standing in front of him... was Professor Heartilly!

"Professor?" stammered Harry. Behind him, the other students finally dared to look, as well, and they were as stunned as he was. Obviously, the woman standing in front of them was Professor Heartilly, but... her appearance had changed... drastically. Her body was completely light blue-lilac, except for the deep blue design patches that covered her feet and partly her thighs. She was dressed in very... exotic... clothing, and much more revealing than the conservative board of the school would have liked. Her only means of clothing were sexy tight panties and a bra. As well the panties as the bra were of a deep marine blue colour and were decorated with complicated stitched patterns. Loose ornaments were attached to the bra and seemed glued to both the sides of Professor Heartilly. A very sexy translucent multi-coloured shawl was tucked behind the waistband of the panties and hung loosely around her right hip, giving Professor Heartilly a very Indian harem girl look. Her hands were stuck in deep purple short gloves, leaving her fingers bare, and just above the gloves, yellow silk ribbons were wound around her arm with a little crystal ornament dangling at both ends of the ribbons. Her otherwise blond hair, now had the deepest shade of blue that Harry had ever seen, and was pulled back in several thick luscious braids, with yellow ribbons wounded around the ends of the braids. The braids were also decorated with crystal ornaments, Harry had heard them chiming against each other with every step she had taken.

"Professor?" Harry stammered again, complete at a loss.

Lierin looked down at him with a haughty but not unfriendly look in her eyes, though there certainly was a trace of rage detectable in the flickering of her almost translucent, crystal coloured eyes.

"E ys Crejy, dra ahdedo uv dra lnocdym, lnaydat po dra hupma Ym Prat." Lierin said in the same foreign language as she had spoken the words of the calling.

Harry could only stare at her. He was flabbergasted and found no words to say. Behind him he heard a stirring and the sound of robes being dusted off, within a few seconds Hermione was standing next to him.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter," said Hermione while she pointed at herself and Harry.

"Hermione Granger. Harry Potter," she repeated while she pointed at herself and Harry again.

"And you are...?"

Lierin cocked her head and it seemed as if she were pondering on something.

"E ys Crejy. Huz, dyga sa du dra syh lommat Cajanic Chyba."

"What do you think she's saying?" asked Harry.

"I have no idea, Harry. Cajanic Chyba?"

Professor Heartilly nodded her head with fervour. "Cajanic Chyba," she repeated.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said, "But I really have no idea what you are saying. Cajanic Chyba, is that your name? I'm truly sorry, but..."

Professor Heartilly shook her braids backward in an agitated manner and she sighed exasperatedly.

"Jano zamm, E'mm veht res socamv. Uid uv so zy!"

And with those words Professor Heartilly left the terrified students behind in her classroom. Harry and Hermione could only stare at the doorway. When the professor was gone the students got a grip of themselves again and a loud whispering was heard in the class. It mostly concerned Harry and Hermione and how brave they were, but of course, the Slytherins were gossiping about the professor and how irresponsible her behaviour had been. Only Malfoy was awfully quiet, he felt ashamed that he had cowered away and that he had thus given Harry Potter a new reason to be called a "hero" Harry paid no attention to the admiration of his fellow students; this was a time for action, not idol chit-chat. He would not stand to loose more precious time for no better cause than his own vanity.

"Hermione, you go and inform professor Dumbledore or otherwise Professor McGonagall. Ron, you go with me and follow Professor Heartilly, or what's left of her, anyway. I think she's out for revenge."

Malfoy could stand it no longer. He hated how Potter always seemed to be one step ahead of him and how he always got the attention while he, Draco, was the one who deserved it. He was a member of one of the most distinguished wizarding families in England, damn it!

"Revenge, Potter?"

Harry turned around surprised and found himself looking in the mocking eyes of Malfoy.

"Yes, revenge Malfoy. Don't you ever pay attention in class?"

"In Heartilly's class? I try not to." snorted Malfoy.

"Well, if you had, you would have heard Professor Heartilly say that Achille's Spear was created by a tribe that had the ability to call upon entities to protect themselves. So, that's why the entity has taken over her body, to protect her from her enemies."

"And who do you suppose is her enemy, oh great and all-knowing Mr. Potty?"

"You really don't pay attention, do you Malfoy! If you just try and remember, you upset the professor earlier by humiliating her in front of students. You, she could have handled, but you involved the one man she hates most in this school, and if you had paid attention, you would have known who that is."

"It's Professor Snape, Malfoy, in case you hadn't figured it out yet." said Ron smugly and with great pride at Harry, because he hadn't made that connection either.

"Professor Snape?" asked Malfoy surprised, but he had to admit, it sounded plausible.

"Yes, remember that Professor Heartilly mentioned 'Cajanic Chyba?'"

"Yes...Well?"

"Well? Well? Cajanic Chyba must have meant..."

"Severus Snape!" said Harry and Ron in union.

"Come on, let's go to the dungeons. Hermione?"

"Yes, all right. I know. I'll go and inform Professor Dumbledore.

And off they went.

Special note from the author: the above chapter is almost completely based on the game Final Fantasy X. Square owns FF, I don't. This piece of fanfiction is only intended for fun. What's based on FFX? Crejy is (Al Bhed language for Shiva). I'm also using Shiva's overdrive Diamond Dust in the next chapter. The words used to summon Crejy are also in Al Bhed. If you want to know what it means, you'll just have to find the Al Bhed alfabet on the net. If you don't want to go through that much trouble, leave me reviews that you want to know the meaning of the words and in the next chapters I will add a translation. Thank you all for the nice reviews!