Chapter Three: The first day
Storm leaned against the closed door of her office. She took a deep breath then exhaled, grateful she didn't have another class until three o'clock. It had been several years since she had taught children and she had forgotten how nerve wrecking some of them could be, always have to test their limits. Her last teaching job had been in American after she had graduated from a University there; shortly after her twenty second birthday, five years ago. From there she had traveled, taking jobs off and on, simply exploring the world, both magical and muggle.
She pushed off the door and made her way to her desk rubbing her abdomen thoughtfully.
Most of the students got along with her well, but there were a few who struck a nerve. Three were the 'Dream Team' as she had heard Mr. Malfoy's son say many a time. Harry the most. All through the class period he had watched her and she knew he didn't trust her. His emerald green eyes seemed burned in the back of her head, staring at her accusingly.
Yes Harry, she thought, you have every right to despise me. She sighed teaching Potter and his friends were going to be difficult, but only if they made it so. Pushing Potter and her past from her mind she set to work at looking through the papers she had had each of her students fill out.
Harry, Ron and Hermione headed down to the Great Hall for lunch. They had just come from their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"I don't think she's that bad." Hermione said in their new professor's defense.
"You only like her because she was impressed by your knowledge and didn't get exasperated when your hand rose for the twenty five thousandth time." Ron countered.
Hermione made a humph sound.
"What do you think Harry?"
Harry's eyes narrowed, "I don't like her."
Hermione made and exasperated sigh, "Harry you've always been one for giving someone a chance. Besides she can't be all bad, she doesn't like Snape."
Ron snorted, " He probably one upped her in daddy's eyes."
There was a snort of laughter and the three turned to see Malfoy Crabe and Goyle.
"What do you want Malfoy." Ron said looking at him angrily.
"You three make me laugh. You really think she's You-Know-Who's daughter?"
"Don't you have anything better to do then eavesdrop on our conversation." Hermione asked glaring at him
Malfoy smirked, "I just thought I'd set you strait. You-Know-Who doesn't have a child," Malfoy turned to leave, "anymore."
The three Gryffindores watch Malfoy and his goons walk away in confusion.
"So You-know-who, did have a child." Hermione mused.
Harry shook his head, "If I trust Malfoy with anything it would be to know something about the Dark Lord."
"What do you suppose he ment by 'anymore'" Ron asked.
"Maybe it died." Hermione said with a shrug then turned and continued on towards the Great Hall.
Harry followed something didn't seem to fit about his new professor. She was a mystery to him. If she wasn't Voldemort's daughter, then why did she seem to understand Harry's anger so well?
Storm's last class of the day was double Defense with the fourth year Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students. She was fixing the folds on her robe when the first student walked in. She smiled brightly at the young girl. The girl looked at her uncertainly. She had fiery red and dark chocolate brown eyes.
"P-Profe-essor." The girl stuttered in greeting and hurried to a desk in the back of the room.
She looked at the girl in surprise, was she afraid or just shy?
She glanced at the clock above her desk and realized there was still quite a bit of time before class started. She tapped her wand to her chin trying to think of a way to make the young girl more comfortable. She walked over to where the girl sat pulling out her defense book.
"Miss?" she asked.
The girl looked up startled, "P-Professor?" she questioned.
Storm smiled, "I was wondering if you liked animals."
The girls eyes widened, "Oh yes! Cats especially."
Storm sat down on the desk before her, "Do you have a cat?" she asked.
"No ma'am." she said shaking her head.
Storm groaned, "Oh now a feel old."
The girl giggled, "Sorry Professor."
Storm smiled, "You wouldn't happen to be related to a...Ron Weasly would you?"
The girl looked at her suspiciously, "Why?"
Storm laughed, "Because I've never seen anyone with that bright of hair other then you two."
Ginny smiled in relief and tugged self-consciously at a lock of hair.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.
Storm smiled, "You just did, but you can ask another."
"A-are are you related t-to, You-Know-Who."
Storm frowned and Ginny gasped as her eyes turned a stormy gray.
"Miss. Weasly, I'm afraid that this is neither the time nor the place for this." She said standing up.
Ginny grabbed her robe sleeve, "Please, I just want to know one thing."
Storm looked down at her, "Yes?"
"Can I trust you?"
Storm sighed, "Miss. Weasly, that is something you will have to determine on your own. I will tell you this, Dumbeldore would never hire someone dangerous."
Ginny looked slight taken back.
Storm nodded and walked up to the front of the class and students started filing
A/N: ack, I don't think this was all that good, but I hope you guys liked it. As always don't forget to review, and thanks to those who have. J