Okay, here's chapter 8, not such a long wait now was it : - ) I'm sort of
stuck, but I'm working hard on it... This is not going to be another
unfinished story lying around on my computer, I have promised myself to
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co, J.K. Rowling does. I'm just playing around with characters.
THE NEW TEACHER
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood waiting outside professor Snape's classroom. None of them were too excited, at least not Ron or Harry. He wished they could have another teacher in potions. For a long time, Harry wondered whether Dumbledore knew how Snape treated some of his pupils. The fact that Snape despised Harry wasn't exactly a mystery, but Snape didn't like Hermione or Ron or Neville. And, well, everyone who wasn't from the Slytherin house. Perhaps it was because Snape had to keep up appearances, but Harry knew there was more to it than that.
As they entered the classroom, Snape came storming in as he always did and looked around him.
"Well" he said silently. "I see some faces I knew would appear here, others I didn't think would ever set another foot in this classroom again"
Snape looked at Ron, then Harry.
"Let us begin today's lesson then" he said.
The instructions for the potion they were supposed to make was now on the black board. Snape walked the classroom as they began. He stopped by Ron, whose cauldron was filled with a pink fluid that was supposed to be blue. Harry's had a light blue shade, but Snape ignored him still, to Harry's delight. He did feel bad for Ron though.
He saw Malfoy walk by Ron's cauldron and squirt something into it, an evil grin on his face. Ron was too busy staring at the black board so he didn't notice. As Ron turned around, his cauldron started to boil and crackle. Ron backed away, Harry walked up to Malfoy, Hermione had joined him.
"You foul little snake" Hermione said angrily.
"It's not my fault he's such an idiot" Malfoy sneered, still grinning.
"You'd better watch out, or I'll wipe that grin off your face, Malfoy" Harry growled, almost sounding like Mad-eye Moody.
Goyle and Crabbe, who by some kind of a miracle still was in this course, had walked up to them and were now standing behind Draco Malfoy.
"Threatening people, are we now, Potter?"
Harry turned around; Snape had sneaked up behind him and was looking at them with that ever so bitter expression on his face.
"Professor, Malfoy poured something into Ron's..." Hermione began in Harry's defence.
"Ten points from Gryffindor" Snape interrupted. "I do not allow students threatening each other. Now get back to your cauldrons."
"But..." Harry began but Hermione dragged him away from there.
"Don't make it worse, Harry. You know he won't listen."
Snape had walked to Ron, who looked really angry.
"Evanesco"
Ron's cauldron was now empty, and as Ron opened his mouth to speak, Snape interrupted.
"I'll take ten more points from Gryffindor, for your little party trick. If you can't take this class serious, I strongly suggest you drop potions" he sneered and walked towards his desk.
The bell rang and Ron was left standing by his empty cauldron, looking really angry. Hermione and Harry went to him.
"I might just do that" he hissed.
"Ron, be quiet, now come on, we can talk about it somewhere else..."
Malfoy walked pass them, with a grin on his face.
"Come on" Hermione said.
After lunch, it was time for their first lesson in Defence against the dark arts this term. Harry, Hermione and Ron had arrived early, as had almost everyone else. As the clock struck one, the door behind them opened and Professor Aidan Gallagher entered. As he walked into the classroom, the window-shutters closed, blocking the sun's beams from entering the room. He reached the teachers desk and turned and looked at them.
"I am Professor Aidan Gallagher, and I will be teaching this class at least for a year. "
He paused. Harry wondered what that accent was, he figured that he was probably Irish; his name seemed to be Irish anyways.
"Now, I've talked to some of the teacher's who've been teaching this class earlier, those who could be reached, that is. Your headmaster has informed me that Dolores Umbridge was teaching this class last year. And since I happen to know how incompetent that woman was, or is perhaps, I know we have a lot of work ahead of us. On the other hand, I know you've had professor Remus Lupin in this class, judging from that I would say you should know the basics of defence against the dark arts."
The classroom was dead quiet. Harry liked this teacher already.
"Now, I've heard rumours, that some of you actually formed a society that practised real defence against the dark arts last year."
Hermione and Harry looked at each other.
"Since these students are far ahead of the rest of the class, I would very much like to know who you are. Could you please, raise your hands?"
He looked at Harry as raised his hand, Hermione and Ron followed his example. So did the rest of the students that had been in Dumbledore's Army.
And suddenly, their new teacher smiled.
"Very good then. That did take some courage I must say. You probably already know and master some of that which I will teach you, but since some in this class did not get the opportunity to practice last year, we will have to do this. Now, let's begin. I think expelliarmus is a very good spell to know..."
The next day, they had transfiguration for professor McGonagall, charms with professor Flitwick and then ending the day with history of magic with professor Binns. And so, the week went on. The centaur Firenze was still teaching them Divination. Harry suspected that Dumbledore thought Firenze was a much better tutor than professor Trelawney. There were rumours circling around the school that Trelawney had broken apart entirely, but no one actually knew if that was true or not, since no one had seen her since the beginning of the term. Hagrid was once more teaching them care of magical creatures with great enthusiasm. Snape was as always torturing students, every chance he got.
Quidditch practise started that very week. Katie Bell, who had been made captain for the Gryffindor team, was running after them in corridors, reminding them about practise and not to get themselves into detention or getting into any trouble what so ever. She was mostly following Harry and Ron around, until Harry shouted at her to leave them alone.
Harry was busy every day, if he wasn't sitting in the library with Hermione and Ron; he was out practising quidditch for hours. Katie had decided that they were going to win this year, and win big since this was her last year at Hogwarts.
The days passed, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were really busy with their schoolwork, Ron and Harry also had quidditch practise so they didn't get a moments peace.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened; the three friends read The Prophet every morning looking for signs that Voldemort was up and about. But he seemed to still be lying low. Harry was feeling a bit anxious about it, that no one knew what Voldemort was up to. But he didn't have much time to think about it, since he'd so much work to do, and so much quidditch practise. He found himself almost falling off his broom at one time during quidditch practise, he was so tired.
A few weeks later, they sat down, tired from just having a very exhausting lesson in defence against the dark arts. Every student at the school was really pleased with professor Gallagher. Harry and Ron were discussing the lesson later that day, sitting in the armchairs in front of the fireplace as they mostly did in the now empty common room. Hermione hadn't said a word, which was very unusual.
"Hermione?" Ron said "You're being awfully quiet, it's really scary actually"
She frowned.
"I'm just... Why does he always close the shutters?" she said and looked at them.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"It's probably nothing" Harry said. He had noticed that too, but didn't want anything to be wrong with this new teacher.
"I don't know... I think there's something to it. He's very pale, have you noticed that?"
"What are you saying here, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"He's a really good teacher, I agree with you on that" she said. "But I think he's a... A... Well, I was thinking perhaps he is a vampire..."
"What?" Ron burst out.
"They do exist you know" she said eagerly "And they're not all bad. He shows a lot of signs of being one. For instance, have you ever seen him eating? And then his pale skin, the closed shutters..."
"That's crazy! He might just not like sunlight. Snape did the same thing when he had him that one time in defence against the dark arts, come to think of it he always lurks in the basement... But you've never accused him of being a vampire" Ron said.
"It's just a theory. I just think it's weird..." Hermione trailed off.
"Well, it wouldn't exactly be the first time" Harry said. "Maybe you're right, Hermione."
"I'm sort of hoping I'm wrong" she said as she looked into the flames of the fireplace. "I mean, even if vampires can be good, just the thought... It's a bit scary actually..."
End of chapter 8
I don't know when I'll be done with the next chapter, but as always I'll try to update soon... It's all in here *pointing at my head* It's just a matter of writing it down...
Anyways, things are about to happen, and it's not all good ... And with that said, I'll end as I always do: Please review : - )
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co, J.K. Rowling does. I'm just playing around with characters.
THE NEW TEACHER
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood waiting outside professor Snape's classroom. None of them were too excited, at least not Ron or Harry. He wished they could have another teacher in potions. For a long time, Harry wondered whether Dumbledore knew how Snape treated some of his pupils. The fact that Snape despised Harry wasn't exactly a mystery, but Snape didn't like Hermione or Ron or Neville. And, well, everyone who wasn't from the Slytherin house. Perhaps it was because Snape had to keep up appearances, but Harry knew there was more to it than that.
As they entered the classroom, Snape came storming in as he always did and looked around him.
"Well" he said silently. "I see some faces I knew would appear here, others I didn't think would ever set another foot in this classroom again"
Snape looked at Ron, then Harry.
"Let us begin today's lesson then" he said.
The instructions for the potion they were supposed to make was now on the black board. Snape walked the classroom as they began. He stopped by Ron, whose cauldron was filled with a pink fluid that was supposed to be blue. Harry's had a light blue shade, but Snape ignored him still, to Harry's delight. He did feel bad for Ron though.
He saw Malfoy walk by Ron's cauldron and squirt something into it, an evil grin on his face. Ron was too busy staring at the black board so he didn't notice. As Ron turned around, his cauldron started to boil and crackle. Ron backed away, Harry walked up to Malfoy, Hermione had joined him.
"You foul little snake" Hermione said angrily.
"It's not my fault he's such an idiot" Malfoy sneered, still grinning.
"You'd better watch out, or I'll wipe that grin off your face, Malfoy" Harry growled, almost sounding like Mad-eye Moody.
Goyle and Crabbe, who by some kind of a miracle still was in this course, had walked up to them and were now standing behind Draco Malfoy.
"Threatening people, are we now, Potter?"
Harry turned around; Snape had sneaked up behind him and was looking at them with that ever so bitter expression on his face.
"Professor, Malfoy poured something into Ron's..." Hermione began in Harry's defence.
"Ten points from Gryffindor" Snape interrupted. "I do not allow students threatening each other. Now get back to your cauldrons."
"But..." Harry began but Hermione dragged him away from there.
"Don't make it worse, Harry. You know he won't listen."
Snape had walked to Ron, who looked really angry.
"Evanesco"
Ron's cauldron was now empty, and as Ron opened his mouth to speak, Snape interrupted.
"I'll take ten more points from Gryffindor, for your little party trick. If you can't take this class serious, I strongly suggest you drop potions" he sneered and walked towards his desk.
The bell rang and Ron was left standing by his empty cauldron, looking really angry. Hermione and Harry went to him.
"I might just do that" he hissed.
"Ron, be quiet, now come on, we can talk about it somewhere else..."
Malfoy walked pass them, with a grin on his face.
"Come on" Hermione said.
After lunch, it was time for their first lesson in Defence against the dark arts this term. Harry, Hermione and Ron had arrived early, as had almost everyone else. As the clock struck one, the door behind them opened and Professor Aidan Gallagher entered. As he walked into the classroom, the window-shutters closed, blocking the sun's beams from entering the room. He reached the teachers desk and turned and looked at them.
"I am Professor Aidan Gallagher, and I will be teaching this class at least for a year. "
He paused. Harry wondered what that accent was, he figured that he was probably Irish; his name seemed to be Irish anyways.
"Now, I've talked to some of the teacher's who've been teaching this class earlier, those who could be reached, that is. Your headmaster has informed me that Dolores Umbridge was teaching this class last year. And since I happen to know how incompetent that woman was, or is perhaps, I know we have a lot of work ahead of us. On the other hand, I know you've had professor Remus Lupin in this class, judging from that I would say you should know the basics of defence against the dark arts."
The classroom was dead quiet. Harry liked this teacher already.
"Now, I've heard rumours, that some of you actually formed a society that practised real defence against the dark arts last year."
Hermione and Harry looked at each other.
"Since these students are far ahead of the rest of the class, I would very much like to know who you are. Could you please, raise your hands?"
He looked at Harry as raised his hand, Hermione and Ron followed his example. So did the rest of the students that had been in Dumbledore's Army.
And suddenly, their new teacher smiled.
"Very good then. That did take some courage I must say. You probably already know and master some of that which I will teach you, but since some in this class did not get the opportunity to practice last year, we will have to do this. Now, let's begin. I think expelliarmus is a very good spell to know..."
The next day, they had transfiguration for professor McGonagall, charms with professor Flitwick and then ending the day with history of magic with professor Binns. And so, the week went on. The centaur Firenze was still teaching them Divination. Harry suspected that Dumbledore thought Firenze was a much better tutor than professor Trelawney. There were rumours circling around the school that Trelawney had broken apart entirely, but no one actually knew if that was true or not, since no one had seen her since the beginning of the term. Hagrid was once more teaching them care of magical creatures with great enthusiasm. Snape was as always torturing students, every chance he got.
Quidditch practise started that very week. Katie Bell, who had been made captain for the Gryffindor team, was running after them in corridors, reminding them about practise and not to get themselves into detention or getting into any trouble what so ever. She was mostly following Harry and Ron around, until Harry shouted at her to leave them alone.
Harry was busy every day, if he wasn't sitting in the library with Hermione and Ron; he was out practising quidditch for hours. Katie had decided that they were going to win this year, and win big since this was her last year at Hogwarts.
The days passed, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were really busy with their schoolwork, Ron and Harry also had quidditch practise so they didn't get a moments peace.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened; the three friends read The Prophet every morning looking for signs that Voldemort was up and about. But he seemed to still be lying low. Harry was feeling a bit anxious about it, that no one knew what Voldemort was up to. But he didn't have much time to think about it, since he'd so much work to do, and so much quidditch practise. He found himself almost falling off his broom at one time during quidditch practise, he was so tired.
A few weeks later, they sat down, tired from just having a very exhausting lesson in defence against the dark arts. Every student at the school was really pleased with professor Gallagher. Harry and Ron were discussing the lesson later that day, sitting in the armchairs in front of the fireplace as they mostly did in the now empty common room. Hermione hadn't said a word, which was very unusual.
"Hermione?" Ron said "You're being awfully quiet, it's really scary actually"
She frowned.
"I'm just... Why does he always close the shutters?" she said and looked at them.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"It's probably nothing" Harry said. He had noticed that too, but didn't want anything to be wrong with this new teacher.
"I don't know... I think there's something to it. He's very pale, have you noticed that?"
"What are you saying here, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"He's a really good teacher, I agree with you on that" she said. "But I think he's a... A... Well, I was thinking perhaps he is a vampire..."
"What?" Ron burst out.
"They do exist you know" she said eagerly "And they're not all bad. He shows a lot of signs of being one. For instance, have you ever seen him eating? And then his pale skin, the closed shutters..."
"That's crazy! He might just not like sunlight. Snape did the same thing when he had him that one time in defence against the dark arts, come to think of it he always lurks in the basement... But you've never accused him of being a vampire" Ron said.
"It's just a theory. I just think it's weird..." Hermione trailed off.
"Well, it wouldn't exactly be the first time" Harry said. "Maybe you're right, Hermione."
"I'm sort of hoping I'm wrong" she said as she looked into the flames of the fireplace. "I mean, even if vampires can be good, just the thought... It's a bit scary actually..."
End of chapter 8
I don't know when I'll be done with the next chapter, but as always I'll try to update soon... It's all in here *pointing at my head* It's just a matter of writing it down...
Anyways, things are about to happen, and it's not all good ... And with that said, I'll end as I always do: Please review : - )