Chapter Three - The Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher

Julianna fell off her bed after hearing the constant banging on her door the next morning.

"What's going on?" cried Hermione.

"Wake up, Potter!" growled Moody, "Time to start up your lessons!" and after a few more bangs he left.

They both groaned. "Now?"

"It's still dark outside!" Hermione whined as she started with great effort to stand up.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Julianna were lined up at the backyard, yawning and stretching half a minute later.

"I told you, they… hohummm… still be sleepy" said Tonks who was trying to suppress another yawn.

"Shame on you woman, in battle there is no time for sleep or eat!" bellowed Moody.

"But this isn't the real battle…" yawned Ron.

"Are you underestimating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, boy?" Moody moved closer that awaken Ron immediately.

"No," he squeaked.

"Since you all pass your O.W.L last year, you're allowed to use your wands. Except for you, girl" his magical eye fixed on Ginny, "You'll have to watch instead."

Ginny stumped her feet muttering 'unfair' under her breath as she made her way towards Tonks who was already sleeping again.

"Er - Professor Moody, I thought, er - Professor Lupin will be joining us?" asked Hermione.

"He'll be joining as later, don't you trust my methods, girl?"

"T-that's not what I meant, sir."

"Let's begin, time's a wasting!"

Before anyone could remember, Julianna, Ron and Hermione were on the ground a few hours later, bodies burned, bruised and aching. Tonks was shouting her head off, enraged.

"Moody, how many times would I have to tell you they're just kids! There's no need to use the Unforgivable Curses!"

Julianna couldn't hear more of what she's saying for her body is crying for help, she lay on the ground resting and so did Ron and Hermione.

"In real battle, there is no mercy, woman!"

"This is not the real battle!"

"Get up! We'll start again!"

The three groaned.

"I'm not finished yet!"

"Breakfast is ready!" cried Mrs. Weasley from the house.

The three hurried inside leaving them not caring at anyone at all even when they saw both of Tonks and Moody's wands were out. They gobbled the food as if they had never eaten before, ignoring Mrs. Weasley's remarks regarding waking up before dawn, using Unforgivable Curses. Ginny on the other hand was glad that she was not allowed yet to use her wand. They manage to persuade Moody to have a break and continue late this afternoon. The three of them retire immediately to their rooms after they had been nursed back by Mrs. Weasley. They all instantly fell asleep. They didn't even bother to wake up at lunch when Mrs. Weasley called them.

Julianna woke later that afternoon, it was starting to get dark now and Hermione wasn't there anymore. She crept her way down the stairs, yawning as she walked through the corridors. She heard something moved from the next room and went to investigate. She wondered for a moment who it was but when she entered the drawing room she immediately saw the tapestry hanging on the wall. The tapestry didn't change at all, she went slowly towards it and she carefully touched the golden thread embroidered brightly.

THE NOBLE AND MOST ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK

"TOUJOURS PUR"

She looked down where Sirius' name used to be and touched the hole which looked a lot like a cigarette burn. There was a noise again, this time it was from behind her. She went to where the noise was and saw something, some small creature moved hastily in a limp motion.

Kreacher.

She followed the elf as he makes his way down the basement. Julianna's first impulse was to strangle him as she remembered Dumbledore telling her what Kreacher had done the previous year. She was very determined to catch him now and cornered him. She lunged at him, her hands instantly on his little wrinkled neck.

He was struggling for breath, "M-miss…its Do-!"

"Dobby!" Julianna quickly removed her hands, "Sorry Dobby, I thought you were someone else. Are you all right?"

"Dobby is all right, miss. Dobby is used to threats and being strangled."

"What are you doing here?"

"Dobby is sent to do something. Dobby is not telling you, miss." he said quickly when he saw Julianna's eyebrow raised. "Dobby is going, miss. It's nice to see you again." Then with a pop he vanished.

Julianna sighed and dusted the dirt of her clothes then stopped as she saw a big mirror in another corner.

The Mirror of Erised.

She looked longingly at the mirror and wondered what it was doing there. So Dobby led her to the basement to looked at the mirror. She was hesitant at first but her body moved before she could even think. She remembered her first encounter with the mirror. She saw her parents and now everything looked different, she looked taller. Come to think of it she was only eleven years old back then and now…

She waited for her parents to show up just like before but there was no one in the mirror but her. She stared a little harder this time and there was none. "Must be broken." When she was about to leave, she saw something behind her. She moved closer to the mirror then looked back. There was no one in the room but her and stared back at the mirror. The blurry image seemed to move closer, she gasped as she recognize who it was.

It was her godfather.

He looked a bit younger with his hair cut. He looked fresher, clean and healthy not his usual gaunt longhaired self. She couldn't prevent to smile. She couldn't even bring herself to look behind her as her godfather's hands rested on her shoulders. She felt its warmth. She knew she was lost. She could scarcely remember Dumbledore telling her that a lot of wizards and witches grew mad if they stared longer in the mirror. She had to stop.. right now.. she didn't care anymore.. she have to…

"So there you are, I've been looking all over for you." said Ron, and the mirror somehow vanished, before she could even speak, Ron continued, "Well, come on! We've got a surprise for you!"

Julianna followed Ron upstairs to the dining room. Everybody was their and a few more wizards and witches that she had forgotten their names. Everybody was smiling, her eyes, however was fixed at the large table in the middle of the room. It was filled with enormous amount of food and the one in the middle caught her breath. She moved closer then looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JULIANNA!" they all shouted.