A/N: Ok... so this one is a little longer, kinda choppy but longer... REVIEW!!! That is all.
"Alright, everyone," Ginny cried, unheard in the noise of her chaotic classroom, "take your seats! Please, boys and girls, just SIT DOWN!" She sighed, frustrated, and slumped in to her chair, before letting out another seemingly silent scream of vehemence.
The fourth years were sending paper broomsticks in death defying configurations out the classroom window as the loud snap of a sturdy, well-used wand echoed throughout the room. Silence followed.
"I expect you all will be sitting and allowing Professor Weasley to begin," Snape commanded in his surly drawl. He took a satisfactory glance at Ginny. "And I expect you teach will someday attempt to command you undivided attention." With a sneer and a turn, he was gone the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher began the class of her teaching career.
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"Minerva, I don't think this is going very well. My first years were fine, if they're anything like I was, they're much too petrified to misbehave, but the sixth years kept snickering every time I said Ashwinder (see Author's note below) and I couldn't even get the attention of the fourth years on my own. Snape decided to drop in and make me look like a fool in front-"
"Truthfully, Miss Weasley," that dreadful voice crept into her life again, "you managed to make yourself look like a fool quite well on your own. Perhaps tomorrow you will be able to teach a group of 14-year-old children that you are older than they are and know more than they do; I doubt they were convinced of that lesson this morning. You can counteract two Unforgivables at once all while mixing a truth serum and waving your pretty little wand to defeat Voldemort, but you can't keep a gaggle of children from talking. Imagine that." He took to eating his lunch while Ginny forced back a tear and glared at her plate.
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"Here I go again," Ginny sighed, as she entered her classroom again after lunch. Next were the seventh years and Minerva warned her that this would be her most difficult group. She knew their attitude: one more year to go, future careers already falling into place. No matter how poorly they did, students could always contribute any asset they had toward finding and eliminating any lasting Deatheaters still amongst the rubble of the war against Voldemort. The results were much the same as the first time Voldemort was "defeated" back before she was ever born. Many of those who claimed to be loyal to the Dark Lord turned their back on their fellow followers as soon as the dust settled and they saw who was still standing; the others went into hiding, waiting for their Lord's resurrection. Not this time... Harry made sure of that. Not a living trace of Voldemort existed, not even his mark--Harry's scar, nothing but his legacy and even that would fade. Everything was gone now, his wand, his body, and his nemesis, nothing but the stories to remind those who were there of his great evil and the great soul who gave his life, so that others would not have to any longer.
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Ginny's next two classes were just as hellish and the bubble bath that Dobby had conjured for her was more inviting than she had ever imagined possible. She basked in the ever-warm water for over an hour, struggling to drown the memories of Harry that this place brought so readily to her mind. She watched him die, held him close to her as he convulsed and sputtered, and finally after his prolonged and painful resistance, surrendered to Voldemort's last curse. She knew now why they called it an Unforgivable.
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The warm towel outside her tub wrapped around her nearly twice as she stepped out of the warm water into the chilly air of her room in the castle. She would definitely tell Dobby to turn up the heat sometime. She slipped into her robes for dinner and forced herself to join the crowd at the feast. She wasn't sure if she could handle Snape's jeering after her extended cry in the tub, but not facing him was not an option. Besides, she hated the idea of sitting in her room and thinking about him all night. "Hello, dear," Minerva's reassuring smile greeted her at diinner, "how was the rest of your day?"
"Not much better," the poor frustrated girl admitted. "The seventh years acted just as you warned. Hopefully tomorrow will be better once they've gotten rid of that first day newness."
"Don't be so certain," another voice warned. 'Damn him!' she thought. 'Why in the bloody world does he care so much how my day is going?' "By this time, they are aware of what kind of professor you really are and how they are allowed to behave. It wasn't so long ago that you were one of them; one would think that you would be able to handle a few of your own."
Ginny forced her anger down as she yearned to scream at him that she wasn't a child anymore and he couldn't taunt her anymore but the thought of yelling at him terrified her. Maybe he was right. Would the rest of the year really be this awful?
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A/N: Ashwinder: (from Fantastic Beasts and where to find them) "The Ashwinder is created when a magical fire is allowed to burn unchecked for too long. A thin, pale-grey serpent with glowing red eyes, it will rise from the embers of an unsupervised fire and slither away into the shadows of the dwelling in which it finds itself, leaving an ashy trail behind it. The Ashwinder lives for only an hour and during that time seeks a dark and secluded spot in which to lay its eggs, after which it will collapse into dust. Ashwinder eggs are brilliant red and give off intense heat. They will ignite the dwelling within minutes if not found and frozen with a suitable charm. Any wizard realising that one or more Ashwinders are loose in the house must trace them immediately and locate the nest of eggs. Once frozen, these eggs are of great value for use in Love Potions and may be eaten whole as a cure for ague. Ashwinders are found worldwide" I didn't want to leave you hanging... If you wonder why children were snickering, just say the name a few times, yet another chance to revel in childhood hilarity.
"Alright, everyone," Ginny cried, unheard in the noise of her chaotic classroom, "take your seats! Please, boys and girls, just SIT DOWN!" She sighed, frustrated, and slumped in to her chair, before letting out another seemingly silent scream of vehemence.
The fourth years were sending paper broomsticks in death defying configurations out the classroom window as the loud snap of a sturdy, well-used wand echoed throughout the room. Silence followed.
"I expect you all will be sitting and allowing Professor Weasley to begin," Snape commanded in his surly drawl. He took a satisfactory glance at Ginny. "And I expect you teach will someday attempt to command you undivided attention." With a sneer and a turn, he was gone the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher began the class of her teaching career.
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"Minerva, I don't think this is going very well. My first years were fine, if they're anything like I was, they're much too petrified to misbehave, but the sixth years kept snickering every time I said Ashwinder (see Author's note below) and I couldn't even get the attention of the fourth years on my own. Snape decided to drop in and make me look like a fool in front-"
"Truthfully, Miss Weasley," that dreadful voice crept into her life again, "you managed to make yourself look like a fool quite well on your own. Perhaps tomorrow you will be able to teach a group of 14-year-old children that you are older than they are and know more than they do; I doubt they were convinced of that lesson this morning. You can counteract two Unforgivables at once all while mixing a truth serum and waving your pretty little wand to defeat Voldemort, but you can't keep a gaggle of children from talking. Imagine that." He took to eating his lunch while Ginny forced back a tear and glared at her plate.
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"Here I go again," Ginny sighed, as she entered her classroom again after lunch. Next were the seventh years and Minerva warned her that this would be her most difficult group. She knew their attitude: one more year to go, future careers already falling into place. No matter how poorly they did, students could always contribute any asset they had toward finding and eliminating any lasting Deatheaters still amongst the rubble of the war against Voldemort. The results were much the same as the first time Voldemort was "defeated" back before she was ever born. Many of those who claimed to be loyal to the Dark Lord turned their back on their fellow followers as soon as the dust settled and they saw who was still standing; the others went into hiding, waiting for their Lord's resurrection. Not this time... Harry made sure of that. Not a living trace of Voldemort existed, not even his mark--Harry's scar, nothing but his legacy and even that would fade. Everything was gone now, his wand, his body, and his nemesis, nothing but the stories to remind those who were there of his great evil and the great soul who gave his life, so that others would not have to any longer.
-----
Ginny's next two classes were just as hellish and the bubble bath that Dobby had conjured for her was more inviting than she had ever imagined possible. She basked in the ever-warm water for over an hour, struggling to drown the memories of Harry that this place brought so readily to her mind. She watched him die, held him close to her as he convulsed and sputtered, and finally after his prolonged and painful resistance, surrendered to Voldemort's last curse. She knew now why they called it an Unforgivable.
-----
The warm towel outside her tub wrapped around her nearly twice as she stepped out of the warm water into the chilly air of her room in the castle. She would definitely tell Dobby to turn up the heat sometime. She slipped into her robes for dinner and forced herself to join the crowd at the feast. She wasn't sure if she could handle Snape's jeering after her extended cry in the tub, but not facing him was not an option. Besides, she hated the idea of sitting in her room and thinking about him all night. "Hello, dear," Minerva's reassuring smile greeted her at diinner, "how was the rest of your day?"
"Not much better," the poor frustrated girl admitted. "The seventh years acted just as you warned. Hopefully tomorrow will be better once they've gotten rid of that first day newness."
"Don't be so certain," another voice warned. 'Damn him!' she thought. 'Why in the bloody world does he care so much how my day is going?' "By this time, they are aware of what kind of professor you really are and how they are allowed to behave. It wasn't so long ago that you were one of them; one would think that you would be able to handle a few of your own."
Ginny forced her anger down as she yearned to scream at him that she wasn't a child anymore and he couldn't taunt her anymore but the thought of yelling at him terrified her. Maybe he was right. Would the rest of the year really be this awful?
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A/N: Ashwinder: (from Fantastic Beasts and where to find them) "The Ashwinder is created when a magical fire is allowed to burn unchecked for too long. A thin, pale-grey serpent with glowing red eyes, it will rise from the embers of an unsupervised fire and slither away into the shadows of the dwelling in which it finds itself, leaving an ashy trail behind it. The Ashwinder lives for only an hour and during that time seeks a dark and secluded spot in which to lay its eggs, after which it will collapse into dust. Ashwinder eggs are brilliant red and give off intense heat. They will ignite the dwelling within minutes if not found and frozen with a suitable charm. Any wizard realising that one or more Ashwinders are loose in the house must trace them immediately and locate the nest of eggs. Once frozen, these eggs are of great value for use in Love Potions and may be eaten whole as a cure for ague. Ashwinders are found worldwide" I didn't want to leave you hanging... If you wonder why children were snickering, just say the name a few times, yet another chance to revel in childhood hilarity.