A/N: this is quite possibly the most epic chapter in the whole story. It is also the most romantic, the most angsty, the most tragic. Don't forget funniest and most myserious and scariest. Okay, I don't think it's any of those. Just annoying you there.
Disclaimer: I am flat broke so don't try to sue me, because not only am I disowning stuff, but you don't have anything to gain.
As the month of November began to die, Harry felt as though he was being followed, watched. His scar burned terribly so often that Harry could almost predict when it would twinge and how bad it would be. But he could not say exactly why this happened.
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Weeks went by, and still no one knew who their new professor was. Weeks went by, and still Harry believed that this person was a Death Eater under Polyjuice Potion, teaching only to bring Harry to Voldemort.
Harry started to have trouble in that class for this reason, but he would not go for help or look deeper into the subject. He did not want to make his "professer"'s "job" any easier.
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Harry finally decided that it was time to ask Dumbledore who their teacher was. He tried to catch him after dinner one night, but that was no use. He tried every password that he could think of-from Chocolate Frog to Bertie Bott. No go.
One day in Potions, he could not help but notice that Snape treated him differently...almost nice. Could he have known what this professor was really up to? The only time Snape tried to be kind to anybody (besides the Slytherins) or stand up for them is when he knew that there was trouble to be had, no matter what he did. Everybody knew that.
Unfortunately, on this thought, Harry had to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts straight away. The professor treated him the same, which brought an odd sense of discomfort to Harry.
"Harry, you seem worried about something. Come up to the staff table after dinner tonight. I am expecting someone this evening that you should...and must...meet." the Mystery Professor said to Harry on his way out.
'I'm doomed now.' Harry thought nervously. '3 guesses who this someone is.'
buh-buh-buh! you will never know Harry's post-dinner fate! unless you review. Ok I won't wait that long, it would kill me! but it will be awhile, my brain is slowly being squeezed for ideas, and I'm quickly 'drying out'.
Disclaimer: I am flat broke so don't try to sue me, because not only am I disowning stuff, but you don't have anything to gain.
As the month of November began to die, Harry felt as though he was being followed, watched. His scar burned terribly so often that Harry could almost predict when it would twinge and how bad it would be. But he could not say exactly why this happened.
***
Weeks went by, and still no one knew who their new professor was. Weeks went by, and still Harry believed that this person was a Death Eater under Polyjuice Potion, teaching only to bring Harry to Voldemort.
Harry started to have trouble in that class for this reason, but he would not go for help or look deeper into the subject. He did not want to make his "professer"'s "job" any easier.
***
Harry finally decided that it was time to ask Dumbledore who their teacher was. He tried to catch him after dinner one night, but that was no use. He tried every password that he could think of-from Chocolate Frog to Bertie Bott. No go.
One day in Potions, he could not help but notice that Snape treated him differently...almost nice. Could he have known what this professor was really up to? The only time Snape tried to be kind to anybody (besides the Slytherins) or stand up for them is when he knew that there was trouble to be had, no matter what he did. Everybody knew that.
Unfortunately, on this thought, Harry had to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts straight away. The professor treated him the same, which brought an odd sense of discomfort to Harry.
"Harry, you seem worried about something. Come up to the staff table after dinner tonight. I am expecting someone this evening that you should...and must...meet." the Mystery Professor said to Harry on his way out.
'I'm doomed now.' Harry thought nervously. '3 guesses who this someone is.'
buh-buh-buh! you will never know Harry's post-dinner fate! unless you review. Ok I won't wait that long, it would kill me! but it will be awhile, my brain is slowly being squeezed for ideas, and I'm quickly 'drying out'.