A/N: Yes, a different story outline. They're slowly getting better.
Well, please give me some feedback, I'd very much appreciate it.
As more about James's complicated past unravels itself, Harry is beginning to learn more things about his late Godfather. But when he discovers too much about the Marauders, Harry's life is thrown into a fatal vortex. Voldemorte is back, he's already failed countless times in killing Harry, and he doesn't intend to fail again.
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 9, Ying-Yang White
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Hermione followed the professor, leading her into the Great Hall. She had been shocked at first to learn that the new Defense teacher had attended Hogwarts, she just didn't act the part of an old Hogwarts student; instead Hermione was under the impression that she had hated every moment of it.
She felt cold after seeing Lucius, not quite understanding why. She figured it was because she had seen him only months ago in the Department of Mysteries, trying to kill her and her friends. It was unsettling, to say the least. But still, she felt weak and impressionable after making direct eye-to-eye contact with him, had the new Defense teacher not been there, Hermione was afraid he would have lunged and done something to her. It had taken all her strength and courage not to disarm him.
She took long strides, and Hermione felt the urge to run to keep up with her gate, but instead she got into a quick walking motion, which left her feeling breathless by the time they reached the hall.
Hermione, quickly walked to the other Gryffindors, and watched out of the corner of her eye as the new teacher sat next to Snape.
"What happened?" Harry asked, "You look scared to death."
Looking around, checking to see who might be watching, Hermione lowered her voice so that only Ron and Harry could hear her, "Lucius Malfoy was in her class, and she looked down right upset at seeing him. I think that they knew each other, or something. But Malfoy was looking for something, Harry, I think he was looking around for you."
This news didn't surprise him in the least, on the contrary in fact. Harry Potter was used to having strange people wanting him dead, and he was used to being followed, waited on, goggled at and stalked. He was shocked, actually, to see that Lucius hadn't burst through the Hall, and killed everyone in sight. Then again, that was a little bit mellow dramatic, as Dumbledore, the only wizard Voldemorte had ever feared, was right here as the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Oi," Ron whispered, "what's he doing?"
Harry looked over and saw what he could only describe as a love-hate relationship. Hate on Snape's part. There the defense teacher was, shaking hands with a very angry looking Snape. It was almost as if there was some type of sexual maneuver, that Snape did not want to be a part of.
"Don't know, Ron, no idea, but she must be crazy. Who would ever willingly touch Snape?" Harry answered back. Perhaps a bit too loudly because he saw the Potion Master's eyes twitch ever so slightly in his general direction.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. "Welcome to all of the first years, may you have a wonderful time in your new houses."
There was a rather forced and stifled round of applause.
"And now," he said, "as we have already gone through the rules of the school, let me introduce to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Michelle stood up and looked around, "thank you," she said smiling, "and I must say, and I must say, Dumbledore must have been having an awful time trying to fill this position, because he had to bring me in all the way out west." Her dark eyes twinkled, and her black lacey hair fell down her back. She wasn't wearing traditional robes, instead what Harry recognized as a pair of work jeans and a halter top capped off with an empty gun holster.
Snape was glaring at Michelle as she sat back down, "thank you Michelle," he said loudly, so the entire hall could hear him, "although I must inform you that the rest of us have made it a habit of referring to Professor Dumbledore with more formality than that."
"That's quite alright, Severus, as Michelle kindly reminded me earlier this year; formalities are not entirely necessary."
Hermione looked at both Harry then Ron, "isn't that odd?" She asked, "that they never gave us a family name to call her by. We've never had a teacher who we called by their surname, and does she just expect us to call her 'professor' all year, honestly, it will be confusing, to say the least."
Ron merely shrugged, "maybe they run it a bit differently in America. I mean, look at what she's wearing..."
"Ron," Harry said slowly, "she's wearing that because I don't reckon horses like having loads of robes swishing around them."
"What do you mean by that, mate?"
Hermione gasped, "Ron, she's the rider who was following us with her horse. And of course she wouldn't have had time to change, wonder where the horse is."
"What do you think she wouldn't just apparate, or fly?" Ron wondered out loud, "think Hagrid wanted to see the horse?"
Hermione looked around for a little while then whispered softly, "there's something funny 'bout her, I don't know what, but I think she's scared."
"I would be too if Snape were looking at me like that," Harry said slowly, grabbing at his goblet and drinking his pumpkin juice.
"Why IS Snape looking at her like that?" Ron muttered.
"When has Snape EVER liked a defense teacher?" Harry asked, grabbing this time for a piece of apple pie.
"Well..." Hermione said slowly, "He didn't like the first one because he knew he was in league with Vol-Voldemorte," she stuttered a little, living in the Magic world, you never really got used to saying his name.
"And the second one...I guess because it WAS Lockheart, right? I mean, who could ever even look at that one without grimacing, honestly?" Ron said bitterly, glaring at Hermione who had fancied the second defense teacher in their second year.
"You don't suppose that Michelle is with Voldemorte? Could explain why Malfoy was in her room," Harry said, looking back at her.
Hermione cocked her head slightly, "I think that Dumbledore would have reason to hire her, plus as I said, she was really upset when he was there. And now, more than ever, Dumbledore's going to be careful about who he hires, right? Only close friends I suspect."
"He hated Lupin more than any of our other professors, didn't he?" Harry said excitedly, "You don't suppose she was friends with my dad, do you?"
"I doubt it Harry..." Hermione said slowly, "she came from America, and she even said she didn't go to Hogwarts."
"She could have been in the Order the last time though," he said anxiously. Hermione felt that he was trying, on some level, to replace Sirius.
"Too young," Ron said, chewing on some cheesecake noisily. Hermione looked over at him, this was the first time she had known Ron to say something so logical.
"Yes," Hermione said, "she is."
He blushed beat red, the infamous trademark all the Weasley children bore. "My mom told me...said that anyone in the Order last time would have to be at least thirty five or so. She doesn't look a day past twenty seven, does she Hermione?"
"No..." Hermione said slowly, "I don't suppose she does."
As more about James's complicated past unravels itself, Harry is beginning to learn more things about his late Godfather. But when he discovers too much about the Marauders, Harry's life is thrown into a fatal vortex. Voldemorte is back, he's already failed countless times in killing Harry, and he doesn't intend to fail again.
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 9, Ying-Yang White
********************
Hermione followed the professor, leading her into the Great Hall. She had been shocked at first to learn that the new Defense teacher had attended Hogwarts, she just didn't act the part of an old Hogwarts student; instead Hermione was under the impression that she had hated every moment of it.
She felt cold after seeing Lucius, not quite understanding why. She figured it was because she had seen him only months ago in the Department of Mysteries, trying to kill her and her friends. It was unsettling, to say the least. But still, she felt weak and impressionable after making direct eye-to-eye contact with him, had the new Defense teacher not been there, Hermione was afraid he would have lunged and done something to her. It had taken all her strength and courage not to disarm him.
She took long strides, and Hermione felt the urge to run to keep up with her gate, but instead she got into a quick walking motion, which left her feeling breathless by the time they reached the hall.
Hermione, quickly walked to the other Gryffindors, and watched out of the corner of her eye as the new teacher sat next to Snape.
"What happened?" Harry asked, "You look scared to death."
Looking around, checking to see who might be watching, Hermione lowered her voice so that only Ron and Harry could hear her, "Lucius Malfoy was in her class, and she looked down right upset at seeing him. I think that they knew each other, or something. But Malfoy was looking for something, Harry, I think he was looking around for you."
This news didn't surprise him in the least, on the contrary in fact. Harry Potter was used to having strange people wanting him dead, and he was used to being followed, waited on, goggled at and stalked. He was shocked, actually, to see that Lucius hadn't burst through the Hall, and killed everyone in sight. Then again, that was a little bit mellow dramatic, as Dumbledore, the only wizard Voldemorte had ever feared, was right here as the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Oi," Ron whispered, "what's he doing?"
Harry looked over and saw what he could only describe as a love-hate relationship. Hate on Snape's part. There the defense teacher was, shaking hands with a very angry looking Snape. It was almost as if there was some type of sexual maneuver, that Snape did not want to be a part of.
"Don't know, Ron, no idea, but she must be crazy. Who would ever willingly touch Snape?" Harry answered back. Perhaps a bit too loudly because he saw the Potion Master's eyes twitch ever so slightly in his general direction.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. "Welcome to all of the first years, may you have a wonderful time in your new houses."
There was a rather forced and stifled round of applause.
"And now," he said, "as we have already gone through the rules of the school, let me introduce to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Michelle stood up and looked around, "thank you," she said smiling, "and I must say, and I must say, Dumbledore must have been having an awful time trying to fill this position, because he had to bring me in all the way out west." Her dark eyes twinkled, and her black lacey hair fell down her back. She wasn't wearing traditional robes, instead what Harry recognized as a pair of work jeans and a halter top capped off with an empty gun holster.
Snape was glaring at Michelle as she sat back down, "thank you Michelle," he said loudly, so the entire hall could hear him, "although I must inform you that the rest of us have made it a habit of referring to Professor Dumbledore with more formality than that."
"That's quite alright, Severus, as Michelle kindly reminded me earlier this year; formalities are not entirely necessary."
Hermione looked at both Harry then Ron, "isn't that odd?" She asked, "that they never gave us a family name to call her by. We've never had a teacher who we called by their surname, and does she just expect us to call her 'professor' all year, honestly, it will be confusing, to say the least."
Ron merely shrugged, "maybe they run it a bit differently in America. I mean, look at what she's wearing..."
"Ron," Harry said slowly, "she's wearing that because I don't reckon horses like having loads of robes swishing around them."
"What do you mean by that, mate?"
Hermione gasped, "Ron, she's the rider who was following us with her horse. And of course she wouldn't have had time to change, wonder where the horse is."
"What do you think she wouldn't just apparate, or fly?" Ron wondered out loud, "think Hagrid wanted to see the horse?"
Hermione looked around for a little while then whispered softly, "there's something funny 'bout her, I don't know what, but I think she's scared."
"I would be too if Snape were looking at me like that," Harry said slowly, grabbing at his goblet and drinking his pumpkin juice.
"Why IS Snape looking at her like that?" Ron muttered.
"When has Snape EVER liked a defense teacher?" Harry asked, grabbing this time for a piece of apple pie.
"Well..." Hermione said slowly, "He didn't like the first one because he knew he was in league with Vol-Voldemorte," she stuttered a little, living in the Magic world, you never really got used to saying his name.
"And the second one...I guess because it WAS Lockheart, right? I mean, who could ever even look at that one without grimacing, honestly?" Ron said bitterly, glaring at Hermione who had fancied the second defense teacher in their second year.
"You don't suppose that Michelle is with Voldemorte? Could explain why Malfoy was in her room," Harry said, looking back at her.
Hermione cocked her head slightly, "I think that Dumbledore would have reason to hire her, plus as I said, she was really upset when he was there. And now, more than ever, Dumbledore's going to be careful about who he hires, right? Only close friends I suspect."
"He hated Lupin more than any of our other professors, didn't he?" Harry said excitedly, "You don't suppose she was friends with my dad, do you?"
"I doubt it Harry..." Hermione said slowly, "she came from America, and she even said she didn't go to Hogwarts."
"She could have been in the Order the last time though," he said anxiously. Hermione felt that he was trying, on some level, to replace Sirius.
"Too young," Ron said, chewing on some cheesecake noisily. Hermione looked over at him, this was the first time she had known Ron to say something so logical.
"Yes," Hermione said, "she is."
He blushed beat red, the infamous trademark all the Weasley children bore. "My mom told me...said that anyone in the Order last time would have to be at least thirty five or so. She doesn't look a day past twenty seven, does she Hermione?"
"No..." Hermione said slowly, "I don't suppose she does."