I lov Redheads w/ Fangs: Uh, yeah. Here ya go.
Foureyedsnail: Cool. Just don't rip off my ideas and everything will be fine. Of course, I'm aiming for bigger fish than Voldemort - in his case he isn't stupid because he's male, he's stupid because he's an idiot.
Queen of Zan: Yeah, I figured I was long overdue an actual plot. Although the first chapter was by way of being an introduction.
Disclaimer: I DO own Mal! I do, I do! Yessss! I don't mind about not owning Harry Potter, the poser, but I wish I owned Oliver Wood. Or Inuyasha... mmm... but I'm straying off the topic. I own Mal and unfortunately Professor Battye. Thank you very much.
"Wait for me!" Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived and in sixth year, ran to catch up with Ron and Hermione.
"Hurry up, we're gonna miss the Sorting again!" Ron called.
Getting his breath back, Harry followed his friends through the door to the Great Hall. It had been an uneventful summer and an uneventful train ride - he almost felt hopeful for a blissfully uneventful year. Almost.
"Hey, there's some weird old bugger asleep at the table and Snape's staring daggers at him! He must be our new DADA teacher!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione looked at him critically. "Can't say he looks very interesting. Still, he has to be an improvement on Umbridge. But there's an empty chair... and all the teachers are here. I wonder..."
"Quiet!"
The students calmed down slightly as the sorting hat was brought out. Harry was looking forward to it - he'd only heard its song twice.
"A power grows, a power fades Yet Gryffindor shall still stand brave Should fire blacken all the soil Still faithful Hufflepuff would toil No matter when nor where you look See Ravenclaw stuck in a book If all the world had sprung a leak Still Slytherin would plot and sneak Unchanged by Time, our houses fine Live by the code and peace is thine Yet sometimes change is forced upon And then rely on difference For no one house alone can stand Without each other none make sense Cast off your walls and chained minds And peace in friendship you shall find!"
After a seconds silence, murmurs spread through the hall. Just like the year before, the hat had spoken of unity. It was rumoured that it did this whenever Hogwarts was threatened. The sorting was quickly finished and the first years stumbled to their house tables with looks of awe upon their faces. Then Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, all. Before we begin our feast, I would like to introduce Professor Battye, the new teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor... oh, someone wake up Professor Battye, please."
The wrinkled gentleman was quietly shaken awake. "Hmm? Ah, yes, root of snapdragon can also be used to ward off rebel pixies. Little-known fact, that." He then fell back asleep.
"Ah," said Dumbledore, "Our esteemed professor appears to have had a long journey. Fortunately for those who need to catch up after last years... events, he is, when awake, a walking encyclopaedia of obscure Defence facts. To assist him in the practical application of his knowledge, we also have a student teacher this year."
A second wave of whispers spread through the hall. A student teacher?
"We've never had one of those before!" Harry whispered. "I didn't even know Wizards had them!"
"That must be who the empty chair is for!" Hermione said.
Dumbledore motioned for silence. "Samantha Malory Daniels is going to be Student Teacher of DADA this year, and she is due any minute now..."
With this everyone turned to stare at the doors, which, as if in response to their curiosity, swung open...
There, framed in the light of the candles, was a young woman dressed in black. Her cloak and her black hair streamed out behind her, and her violet eyes flashed mysteriously as half the male population of Hogwarts fell in love with her instantly.
"What is that thing on her shoulder?" Whispered Hermione to Ron, who clicked his jaw back into place and said: "Uh? What- oh, that. Uh..."
"Ah, this appears to be her," Dumbledore said smoothly, "Welcome, Ms Daniels, please come up and have a seat. We are about to start dinner."
She walked through the hall without glancing at the students, although the... thing, on her shoulder, was looking around curiously. As she passed their table Hermione said "I think it's a Salamander, a black one. Only it has wings..."
Suddenly the witch turned towards the Gryffindor table. Apparently she had better ears than most. "It's called Muesli," she said, smiling briefly, which caused most of the male jaws at the table to drop yet again. Then she went and sat down, and food appeared on the tables. A buzz of conversation began to rise.
"Wow," Harry breathed. "I mean... wow!"
"I agree with you totally," said Ron appreciatively.
Hermione sniffed disapprovingly. "She is a teacher, you know."
"Admit you're jealous, though," said Lavender. "Look at her hair!"
Hermione sighed.
Over at the Slytherin table, Blaise Zabini grinned and nudged his friend. "She's a looker, ay Draco? Know her?"
Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"
"Well, you know. She looks a bit... dark. I mean... I thought... yor dad... uh...?"
There was silence. The air twanged.
"Um."
The rest of the table looked awkward and studiously ignored the imprint Blaise's face made in the pie.
Foureyedsnail: Cool. Just don't rip off my ideas and everything will be fine. Of course, I'm aiming for bigger fish than Voldemort - in his case he isn't stupid because he's male, he's stupid because he's an idiot.
Queen of Zan: Yeah, I figured I was long overdue an actual plot. Although the first chapter was by way of being an introduction.
Disclaimer: I DO own Mal! I do, I do! Yessss! I don't mind about not owning Harry Potter, the poser, but I wish I owned Oliver Wood. Or Inuyasha... mmm... but I'm straying off the topic. I own Mal and unfortunately Professor Battye. Thank you very much.
"Wait for me!" Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived and in sixth year, ran to catch up with Ron and Hermione.
"Hurry up, we're gonna miss the Sorting again!" Ron called.
Getting his breath back, Harry followed his friends through the door to the Great Hall. It had been an uneventful summer and an uneventful train ride - he almost felt hopeful for a blissfully uneventful year. Almost.
"Hey, there's some weird old bugger asleep at the table and Snape's staring daggers at him! He must be our new DADA teacher!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione looked at him critically. "Can't say he looks very interesting. Still, he has to be an improvement on Umbridge. But there's an empty chair... and all the teachers are here. I wonder..."
"Quiet!"
The students calmed down slightly as the sorting hat was brought out. Harry was looking forward to it - he'd only heard its song twice.
"A power grows, a power fades Yet Gryffindor shall still stand brave Should fire blacken all the soil Still faithful Hufflepuff would toil No matter when nor where you look See Ravenclaw stuck in a book If all the world had sprung a leak Still Slytherin would plot and sneak Unchanged by Time, our houses fine Live by the code and peace is thine Yet sometimes change is forced upon And then rely on difference For no one house alone can stand Without each other none make sense Cast off your walls and chained minds And peace in friendship you shall find!"
After a seconds silence, murmurs spread through the hall. Just like the year before, the hat had spoken of unity. It was rumoured that it did this whenever Hogwarts was threatened. The sorting was quickly finished and the first years stumbled to their house tables with looks of awe upon their faces. Then Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, all. Before we begin our feast, I would like to introduce Professor Battye, the new teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor... oh, someone wake up Professor Battye, please."
The wrinkled gentleman was quietly shaken awake. "Hmm? Ah, yes, root of snapdragon can also be used to ward off rebel pixies. Little-known fact, that." He then fell back asleep.
"Ah," said Dumbledore, "Our esteemed professor appears to have had a long journey. Fortunately for those who need to catch up after last years... events, he is, when awake, a walking encyclopaedia of obscure Defence facts. To assist him in the practical application of his knowledge, we also have a student teacher this year."
A second wave of whispers spread through the hall. A student teacher?
"We've never had one of those before!" Harry whispered. "I didn't even know Wizards had them!"
"That must be who the empty chair is for!" Hermione said.
Dumbledore motioned for silence. "Samantha Malory Daniels is going to be Student Teacher of DADA this year, and she is due any minute now..."
With this everyone turned to stare at the doors, which, as if in response to their curiosity, swung open...
There, framed in the light of the candles, was a young woman dressed in black. Her cloak and her black hair streamed out behind her, and her violet eyes flashed mysteriously as half the male population of Hogwarts fell in love with her instantly.
"What is that thing on her shoulder?" Whispered Hermione to Ron, who clicked his jaw back into place and said: "Uh? What- oh, that. Uh..."
"Ah, this appears to be her," Dumbledore said smoothly, "Welcome, Ms Daniels, please come up and have a seat. We are about to start dinner."
She walked through the hall without glancing at the students, although the... thing, on her shoulder, was looking around curiously. As she passed their table Hermione said "I think it's a Salamander, a black one. Only it has wings..."
Suddenly the witch turned towards the Gryffindor table. Apparently she had better ears than most. "It's called Muesli," she said, smiling briefly, which caused most of the male jaws at the table to drop yet again. Then she went and sat down, and food appeared on the tables. A buzz of conversation began to rise.
"Wow," Harry breathed. "I mean... wow!"
"I agree with you totally," said Ron appreciatively.
Hermione sniffed disapprovingly. "She is a teacher, you know."
"Admit you're jealous, though," said Lavender. "Look at her hair!"
Hermione sighed.
Over at the Slytherin table, Blaise Zabini grinned and nudged his friend. "She's a looker, ay Draco? Know her?"
Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"
"Well, you know. She looks a bit... dark. I mean... I thought... yor dad... uh...?"
There was silence. The air twanged.
"Um."
The rest of the table looked awkward and studiously ignored the imprint Blaise's face made in the pie.