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Chapter 9
Class and Tutors
Harry walked down the corridor.
"Phoenix," he said once he got to the end. The picture moved and he was standing in the common room. Several people turned their heads to look at the new arrival. They stared a few moments. Ginny waved to him, smiling, he smiled back and went to sit with her.
"Why didn't you tell me you were gonna be a professor?" she whispered. He smiled.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he replied. She rolled her eyes. A crowd of people came over to them asking questions. Harry stood up, frowning.
"Yes, I already know what you're going to ask. I am the Harry Potter, I am 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' and I am now your head of house, as well as professor, More questions will be answered later today," he paused and looked at Ginny. "I think I better go, sorry," he said to her, then left the way he came. She nodded.
Harry went to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, then went to his classroom, soon there afterwards, a large bunch of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor first years piled in for their class, and sat down.
"Quiet class, quiet!," Harry said, trying to hush them. They all turned around and stared at him silently, then started to ask questions.
"Please, hold your questions for now. Right now, I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself, since you're all dying to know anyway," he paused and looked toward the class; he had their full attention by now. He nodded.
"Now, my name is Harry, Harry Potter. You may call me Professor, or Sir," he paused. He pointed his wand at his throat and muttered something. then continued, the class noticed, that, as he spoke, the word appeared on the chalkboard.
"Many of you know me as Harry Potter, 'The Boy Who Lived'. I am like any other professor, I am not special. When Voldemort--" he started, the entire class gasped at the sound of the name. He continued.
"When Voldemort attacked me when I was one, I did not live for some great magical ability reason. However, I assure you, I am quite capable of teaching this class. A little note of what I've done through life: My first year at Hogwarts I fought a full grown mountain troll, as well as fought Voldemort. My second year, I defeated Tom Riddle. A side note about that here. A student was here years ago, by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle. If you switch the letters around, you will find that it states 'I AM LORD VOLDEMORT'. All of you that gasp at his name, there is nothing in his name, it is made up. This student, created a memory of himself, and stuck it in his diary. My second year, I defeated his memory, though, he was not just a memory quite. That year, I also killed a basilisk. In my third year, I was in the company of dementors. I also helped save my godfather from these dementors, my godfather -- Sirius Black. My fourth year, I was entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament by a deatheater. In that tournament, I tied, with a boy named Cedric. We grabbed the cup at the same time, only to find, it was a portkey. It took us to a cemetery. Cedric, was killed by one of Voldemort's followers. That night, I watched Voldemort being risen again. I also duelled him that night. Fifth year, I fought two dementors, using the Patronus Charm. I also fought many deatheaters alongside with some of my friends. That night, my godfather died. That year, I also taught D.A.D.A. by form of a secret group since our teacher that year, did not want us to learn how to protect ourselves. Sixth year, I kept having nightmares. Nightmares, I wouldn't wake up from. Friends would try to wake me, but many times failed. I did wake up eventually though. I will note, that I still have those nightmares, but not as often now. Seventh year, I was Head Boy, Quiditch Captain, and I held a duelling club again, but not in secret. In this class, you will learn how to protect yourselves. I do not require it, but I suggest you join the duelling club, this will help you greatly. Now, if you still think I am not capable of teaching you this class, please stand, and come to the front," he finished, and looked to the class. He pointed his wand to his throat again and muttered something so that his words would not be written anymore. He watched the class as they sat silently.
"Good, all right then, now, does anyone have any questions?" he asked somewhat cheerfully. A Ravenclaw boy in the back raised his hand.
"Yes, you there, in the back, please state your name, and then your question," said Harry. The boy nodded.
"My name's David Ralson. I was wondering... do you really have, the scar?" he asked shakily. Harry nodded and lifted up his bangs, then dropped them again. Another student's hand arose.
"Yes? Please state your name, then your question. After this, I think we'll just start at each row, and in order, you ask your questions that way, first saying your name," he said.
"Anna Janson. Sir, are you going to always use h-his name?" the girl asked. Harry nodded.
"Ella Radstone. Who were your friends?" she asked.
"The ones that helped me in fifth year? I won't tell you their last names, but their first, were Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Ginny," he replied.
"Orrin Stone. Do you mean Ginny Weasley?" a boy asked.
"I already told you I will not reveal all of their identity. If you think it is Ms. Weasley, then ask her. She will tell you either yes, or no," he replied. The student nodded slightly.
"Anymore questions?" he asked. There was silence through the classroom. He nodded.
"Please put away any feathers, parchments, books, everything, but your wands please," he said and watched as they followed his instructions.
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A large group of seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors piled into Harry's classrom, and Harry sighed.
"Please sit down, and read what is on the blackboard, silently. You do not have to copy it down, and you will not be quizzed on it. Read it however, if you plan on asking questions," he said loudly. The entire class sat down and focused their attention on the black board. All besides a couple Slytherin gasped when they read the word 'Volemort'. After a few minutes of letting them read, Harry stood up.
"Have you all finished reading? Raise your hand if you have not," he said. He watched as no one raised their hands.
"Good, now then, is the time for standing up, if you wish to," he said and waited. It took all of a minute, before a seventh year Slytherin stood up and walked to the front of the class proudly. Harry frowned.
"Name?" he asked.
"Droll Milson," he replied. Harry nodded.
"Do you wish to oppose me?" Harry asked.
"Does it make a difference? You just sound like a hotshot who pretends to be wonderful," the student replied.
"Hmmm, maybe I do. Well, I propose a duel, winner, takes over the class. Do you know proper duelling stance?" Harry replied. The boy nodded. Harry got into stance, and waited for the boy to do the same. Once he was in position they started.
"Serpensortia!" yelled Harry. A snake flew out of his wand and landed on the floor in front of the boy. He looked down at it, puzzled.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled again, the boy's wand flew to his hand. Harry then turned to the snake.
"Stop," he said to the snake. the class gasped as they had heard him speaking Parseltongue. The snake turned around to face Harry. The Slytherin boy was now staring at Harry.
"Why should I?" the snake replied.
"I told you to," Harry hissed back. The class was in utter silence.
"Finite Incantatem!" he yelled again. He looked up, walked over to the boy and handed him his wand.
"Do you still wish to fight me? By the way, you should never just stand there like that. You were too easy to attack. If I had been Voldemort, or a deatheater, I could have put the Cruciatus Curse, or Avada Kedavra curse on you. You wouldn't have liked that would you? As it is, the question is, do you think you can learn something from me, or do you think you're too smart?" Harry asked him calmly. The boy didn't answer but went back to his seat and sat down. Harry nodded and continued with the class.
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"Please practice the spells we talked about in class, and I would like you all to think about joining the duelling club," Harry said to a group of first years. They all trailed out except one. Harry walked over towards his desk and sat down, sighing, not noticing the boy. The boy walked up to him. Harry looked up.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Sir, professor, I heard that you spoke Parseltongue to a snake yesterday in a seventh year class," the boy stated. Harry nodded.
"I did," he replied.
"Why are you a Gryffindor, if you can speak Parseltongue?" the boy asked.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"James, James Wright," he replied. Harry nodded.
"To tell you the truth James, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but I begged it not to," Harry replied.
"Really?" the boy asked. Harry nodded.
"Sir, can you, I mean, I was wondering, if, you'd tutor me in your class," the boy stated.
"Sure, but only if you promise to do two things," Harry replied. The boy nodded.
"Out of class, call my Harry, if you would, and don't tell anyone," Harry replied. The boy relaxed.
"Alright Pr--Harry," he replied.
"C'mon, we can start now if you want to, we can do it until dinner, or something if you'd like," Harry said gently to him. The boy beamed and nodded. Harry stood up and led the boy to the side of the classroom to a painting.
"Dumbledore's army," he said as the picture swung open. The boy's eyes widened. Harry led him through, to his room. He saw Hermione sitting on his bed.
"Hello 'Mione," he said in passing. The boy stared and waved. Harry paused and went to hug her, she kissed him on the cheek. The boy stared at them.
"Aren't you, Professor Granger?" he asked. Hermione nodded.
"'Mione... Harry called you 'Mione... that's short for Hermione, isn't it?" the boy asked. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"You're one of Harry's friends from his fifth year, aren't you?" he asked. Hermione smiled again and nodded.
"I'm also the reason he fought that troll in first year," she replied. The boy stood there in shock.
"So who is this Harry?" Hermione asked gently, looking over to Harry.
"He's a first year in one of my classes. His name is James, James Wright. I've agreed to tutor him, and he's agreed to call me by my first name out of class," Harry replied with a slight smile. Hermione laughed slightly and nodded. She walked over to James and shook his hand.
"It's nice to meet you James," she said gently. She looked over to Harry and saw the loving look in his eyes.
"You're thinking about your father..." she said gently to him. Harry nodded. The boy raised an eyebrow. Hermione looked back to James, and saw his puzzled look.
"What are you thinking about? The fact that Harry's thinking about his father at this moment, or that I knew he was thinking of his father?" she asked him.
"B-both actually," he replied somewhat shakily. She looked to Harry, and he nodded.
"Harry's full name, is Harry James Potter, his father's first name, was James, and so is yours. Harry was just looking at you, thinking of your name, and started thinking of his father. Now... how I knew that he was thinking of his father... that can be explained by two things I guess. For one, I've known Harry, since first year," she paused and looked at Harry again. 'I don't mind if she tells him... I wonder if she will? Can James really be trusted? I think he can,' thought Harry. Hermione looked at him a bit longer, then turned back to James and held up her hand.
"For two, we're somewhat linked together, my mind, to his I mean," she finished, looking to the boy. He held a very puzzled look. Hermione sighed.
"I got this scar in sixth year. I got it from Harry's scar. He was having a nightmare and he wouldn't wake up. I placed my hand on his forehead, over his scar. I held my hand there ignoring the pain and heat coming from the scar. It gave me this scar, the heat from Harry's scar. Since then, I've been able to... hear some of Harry's thoughts, or, if he's dreaming, and the dream is having an impact on Harry, something important, I can see the pictures running through Harry's mind. I know when he's had a dream, before he's told me. Understand now?" she said gently. James nodded slightly. He looked to Harry, a tear ran down his cheek.
"I-I'm sorry," he muttered.
"Don't be James, don't be," Hermione whispered gently.
"Well, I understand you're here for a tutoring session? Why don't I do that for you today anyway?" she asked James. He nodded understandingly.
"We'll just use this study over here..." she said quietly, leading James to Harry's study and closing the door.
"Is he gonna be Ok?" asked James nervously.
"He'll be fine, maybe I'll talk with him later tonight while I'm in my bedroom," she replied. She saw the puzzled look on his face. She held up her necklace, which she still wore.
"I can speak to him from anywhere using this, as long as he doesn't mind talking either, because, if he did, he could, just, well, kind of... what's the word... disconnect me," she replied. He relaxed and nodded. He smiled and looked to her.
"You like him, don't you?" he asked. She laughed slightly and nodded.
"I do love Harry, and he loves me back," she replied with a slight glaze over her eyes as she spoke.
"Does he know you like him, or did you just hear his thoughts?" he asked.
"Oh, he knows, I like him," she replied, holding out her left hand to show him the ring. He stared quizzically at it then looked up suddenly seeing her face, and nodded, smiling. She smiled back.
"So, you're sure he'll be alright?" he asked. She frowned.
"Pretty..." she replied. He frowned too. She looked up to him and stared at him for a long while.
"You look a lot like Harry really..." she replied.
"Really? Uh, thanks?" he replied uncertainly. She laughed slightly. She paused, looking up, into space and sat there for a while.
"What is it?" James asked. She didn't reply, then snapped back.
"Huh? Oh... nothing... Harry's having a nightmare..." she replied, frowning. He looked to her. A sad expression on her face.
"You're seeing everything in his dream, aren't you?" he asked. She nodded.
"He's dreaming of Voldemort, of losing his friends... of things from the past..." she said quietly.
"He seems so strong in class," he replied. She looked up, a forced smile on her face. She nodded.
"He holds it all in for the most part," she replied, frowning again. He nodded, and she continued.
"He always has..." she muttered. They sat in silence for a while.
"I can go if you want, I mean, Harry, might want to be woken up, and, I mean... this might not be the best time for me to be here," he replied. She shook her head.
"Harry's woken up already, I can still teach you some stuff," she replied.
"That's alright... I mean, we could, or, whatever, I dunno," he replied shakily. She nodded understandingly. She lead him out of the study and quietly through Harry's room. They left his room and Hermione escorted him to the Gryffindor Tower. She then went back to Harry's room to comfort him, maybe talk.
"Padprongs," she said to the picture. she walked in and sat next to Harry on his bed. They sat in silence for a while, both looking down to their feet. Harry was staring off into space, just thinking.
"Harry?" Hermione asked gently. He looked up to her eyes.
"Harry, are you Ok? I can help tutor James every now and then if you want me to," she asked him.
"I'm fine... I will be fine... You can probably hear my thoughts right now anyway..." he replied sullenly. She nodded.
"I'm sorry for that Harry..." she said quietly. He shook his head.
"Don't be Hermione..." he replied. She said nothing. He knew what she was thinking though. She scooched closer to him, and he leaned his head to rest on her shoulder. She reached her arm behind him and rubbed his back for reassurance. There was a long silence. Hermione looked over to the boy who's head was rested on her shoulder. His breathing was even, his eyes closed, his body relaxed; he had fallen asleep. She smiled sweetly and gently laid him down on his bed, pulled the covers over him and kissed his forehead. She left the room and went to go find Dumbledore. She went to his office to see if he was there.
"Lemon drop," she said to the gargoyle as it moved and stairs became visible. She walked to them and quickly found herself in the headmaster's office.
"Ah, Miss Granger, good to see you," said a familiar old voice. She saw him and nodded, with a slight smile. He motioned to a chair in front of him. She walked to it and sat down.
"So, what is the reason for your being here?" he asked. She looked up to him.
"Harry," she said quietly. He nodded understandingly.
"How much do you know already? You always seem to know everything, so how much do you know?" she asked. He chuckled.
"Alas, I do'nt know everything, I have my theories, but I know nothing of this matter you have come to speak with me about," he replied, a twinkle in his eyes. She nodded slightly.
"Do you know about what happened, the first week of school, our sixth year?" she asked.
"I know of nothing of importance in relation to Harry," he replied. She nodded.
"We've only told my parents, and a first year, by the name of James," she replied. His eyes twinkled, and he nodded.
"You know about his relatives, and how they had been treating him, well, he had also been having nightmares, and his scar had been hurting. The morning he woke in the hospital wing, he had had a nightmare that night. A week later Ron woke me up saying Harry wouldn't wake up. I went to the boys' dorm to see him. He was on the floor. I held him in my arms and he wouldn't wake up. Then, I put my hand over his scar and flattened my palm against it. His scar was burning hot, even though the rest of him was cold. When I lifted my hand from his forehead--" she paused and lifted up her right palm for him to see. His eyes twinkled, but he stayed silent.
"Ever since then... I've had a link to Harry... If he's dreaming and it's having a large impact on him, I also see the images running through his mind. Like his nightmares. Or, if he's thinking about something hard, deeply..." she finished. He nodded.
"I see... and why did you feel the need to tell me this, now?" he asked. She stayed silent for a moment.
"I guess... I thought... it might be important. I don't know..." she replied, looking down at her hands. He nodded.
"You are worried for him," he stated. She looked up and nodded slightly.
"I wish there was something I could do for Harry... He's fine for a while, sometimes a very long while, and then he sits down and cries for a day or two, and is depressed, and then he's fine for a while again..." she stated. Dumbledore nodded.
"It's natural to feel that way, but I think that it is best for you to do, and keep doing, exactly what you have been doing," he replied. She nodded sullenly. Dumbledore handed her a lemon drop, and she took it submitantly. They sat in silence for a while, then Hermione looked up. She stared at Fawkes for a moment.
"Thanks for listening Dumbledore," she said quietly. She stood up and left his office, leaving Dumbledore to think. She went to her room and tried to grade some papers, but failed. She ended up just going to her bed and crawling in a little ball. She soon there fell asleep.
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Harry and Hermione woke up around the same time. It was around nine o'clock in the evening. Harry was in a much better mood now. He went to Hermione's room to find her sitting on her bed, staring into space with a slight smile slight depressed look on her face. She looked up and saw him. She smiled noticing he looked happy. They walked towards each other and embraced. Harry leaned odwn and kissed her gently on the lips then pulled away and looked into her eyes. She smiled and went to kiss him. They kissed for a long while, then hermione opened her mouth a little and let her tongue brush against his lips. He opened his mouth allowing her access. Hermione's arms reached up and went around his neck. One of Harry's arms went higher on her back.
*Elsewhere*
James went down from the boys' dorm and into the common room. He saw it was empty and walked over to the picture he knew led to Harry's room. he had heard Hermione say the password.
"Phoenix" he whispered as it swung open. He walked down the short passage way and heard the picture close again. He opened the door to Harry's room a crack and peeked in and smiled.
*Back to Harry's Room*
Harry and Hermione pulled apart hearing the door open. They looked over to the direction of the sound and saw James's head. He blushed and tried to close the door to sneak away. Hermione laughed.
"No use, just come in James," she said to him. he walked in completely, shutting the door behind him.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. Hermione and harry shook their heads slightly.
"It's fine James, you can come here whenever you want," said Harry. James looked up to Harry and saw him smiling, and the boy smiled again. Hermione nodded.
"Yes, you can come visit me as well. You can get to my room via that door to the right. The password to get the door in Harry's room to open is Prongad, and the password to get the door after that, that opens in to my room, is Harron padrong," she stated and smiled sweetly. James raised an eyebrow but nodded.
"You have weird passwords. Phoenix, Prongad, Harron padrong, all very strange," James said, almost to himself.
"No, not really, not for us. Though I'll agree with you on harron padrong, I don't know what that's about. Phoenix I chose for the door to Gryffindor tower, because I was thinking of Fawkes. Prongad... it's a mixture of my father's and my godfather's names. Prongs was my father's nickname, and Padfoot was my godfather's," harry said to him.
"Harron padrong has it's own little mixture, thank you. Harron is a mixture of Harry and Ron. Padrong is a mix of Padfoot and Prongs," Hermione spoke up, sticking out her tongue at Harry. Harry laughed, but nodded.
"Still strange, and who's Fawkes?" asked James.
"Haven't visited the headmaster yet, have you? Fawkes is Dumbledore's pet phoenix. I dunno, should I really call him his pet? I guess so," replied Harry. James raised an eyebrow, but nodded. Harry paused then looked to Hermione.
"What about your room password eh? What's that a contraction of?" he asked. She laughed.
"Tri-Wizard-Tournament Padfoot Harry Ron," she stated. Harry lifted and eyebrow, as did James.
Well, I think that chapter's long enough heh. I also think that's a good stopping spot, don't you? If I go much further I might do something terrible and end at a cliffhanger :) mwahahahahaha! Next chapter's coming soon, until then, Review please, and THANK YOU for reading. Do you really like my story? I mean, you've gotten this far, you can't hate it. So if you're gonna bother flaming, I'd say you're an idiot to have wasted so much time getting thus far. Heh, my opinion. Well, G'night folks! Or should i say y'all, naw, tonight I feel like 'folks' Soon we shall hear of a certain 'nemesis' and a good ole pal, remember what I said in the chapter before? Something about.... Malfoy? Weasley? Mwahahahahaha! Btw, I've got another story I've posted called Twins Unknown if you wanna check that out.
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Chapter 9
Class and Tutors
Harry walked down the corridor.
"Phoenix," he said once he got to the end. The picture moved and he was standing in the common room. Several people turned their heads to look at the new arrival. They stared a few moments. Ginny waved to him, smiling, he smiled back and went to sit with her.
"Why didn't you tell me you were gonna be a professor?" she whispered. He smiled.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he replied. She rolled her eyes. A crowd of people came over to them asking questions. Harry stood up, frowning.
"Yes, I already know what you're going to ask. I am the Harry Potter, I am 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' and I am now your head of house, as well as professor, More questions will be answered later today," he paused and looked at Ginny. "I think I better go, sorry," he said to her, then left the way he came. She nodded.
Harry went to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, then went to his classroom, soon there afterwards, a large bunch of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor first years piled in for their class, and sat down.
"Quiet class, quiet!," Harry said, trying to hush them. They all turned around and stared at him silently, then started to ask questions.
"Please, hold your questions for now. Right now, I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself, since you're all dying to know anyway," he paused and looked toward the class; he had their full attention by now. He nodded.
"Now, my name is Harry, Harry Potter. You may call me Professor, or Sir," he paused. He pointed his wand at his throat and muttered something. then continued, the class noticed, that, as he spoke, the word appeared on the chalkboard.
"Many of you know me as Harry Potter, 'The Boy Who Lived'. I am like any other professor, I am not special. When Voldemort--" he started, the entire class gasped at the sound of the name. He continued.
"When Voldemort attacked me when I was one, I did not live for some great magical ability reason. However, I assure you, I am quite capable of teaching this class. A little note of what I've done through life: My first year at Hogwarts I fought a full grown mountain troll, as well as fought Voldemort. My second year, I defeated Tom Riddle. A side note about that here. A student was here years ago, by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle. If you switch the letters around, you will find that it states 'I AM LORD VOLDEMORT'. All of you that gasp at his name, there is nothing in his name, it is made up. This student, created a memory of himself, and stuck it in his diary. My second year, I defeated his memory, though, he was not just a memory quite. That year, I also killed a basilisk. In my third year, I was in the company of dementors. I also helped save my godfather from these dementors, my godfather -- Sirius Black. My fourth year, I was entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament by a deatheater. In that tournament, I tied, with a boy named Cedric. We grabbed the cup at the same time, only to find, it was a portkey. It took us to a cemetery. Cedric, was killed by one of Voldemort's followers. That night, I watched Voldemort being risen again. I also duelled him that night. Fifth year, I fought two dementors, using the Patronus Charm. I also fought many deatheaters alongside with some of my friends. That night, my godfather died. That year, I also taught D.A.D.A. by form of a secret group since our teacher that year, did not want us to learn how to protect ourselves. Sixth year, I kept having nightmares. Nightmares, I wouldn't wake up from. Friends would try to wake me, but many times failed. I did wake up eventually though. I will note, that I still have those nightmares, but not as often now. Seventh year, I was Head Boy, Quiditch Captain, and I held a duelling club again, but not in secret. In this class, you will learn how to protect yourselves. I do not require it, but I suggest you join the duelling club, this will help you greatly. Now, if you still think I am not capable of teaching you this class, please stand, and come to the front," he finished, and looked to the class. He pointed his wand to his throat again and muttered something so that his words would not be written anymore. He watched the class as they sat silently.
"Good, all right then, now, does anyone have any questions?" he asked somewhat cheerfully. A Ravenclaw boy in the back raised his hand.
"Yes, you there, in the back, please state your name, and then your question," said Harry. The boy nodded.
"My name's David Ralson. I was wondering... do you really have, the scar?" he asked shakily. Harry nodded and lifted up his bangs, then dropped them again. Another student's hand arose.
"Yes? Please state your name, then your question. After this, I think we'll just start at each row, and in order, you ask your questions that way, first saying your name," he said.
"Anna Janson. Sir, are you going to always use h-his name?" the girl asked. Harry nodded.
"Ella Radstone. Who were your friends?" she asked.
"The ones that helped me in fifth year? I won't tell you their last names, but their first, were Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Ginny," he replied.
"Orrin Stone. Do you mean Ginny Weasley?" a boy asked.
"I already told you I will not reveal all of their identity. If you think it is Ms. Weasley, then ask her. She will tell you either yes, or no," he replied. The student nodded slightly.
"Anymore questions?" he asked. There was silence through the classroom. He nodded.
"Please put away any feathers, parchments, books, everything, but your wands please," he said and watched as they followed his instructions.
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A large group of seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors piled into Harry's classrom, and Harry sighed.
"Please sit down, and read what is on the blackboard, silently. You do not have to copy it down, and you will not be quizzed on it. Read it however, if you plan on asking questions," he said loudly. The entire class sat down and focused their attention on the black board. All besides a couple Slytherin gasped when they read the word 'Volemort'. After a few minutes of letting them read, Harry stood up.
"Have you all finished reading? Raise your hand if you have not," he said. He watched as no one raised their hands.
"Good, now then, is the time for standing up, if you wish to," he said and waited. It took all of a minute, before a seventh year Slytherin stood up and walked to the front of the class proudly. Harry frowned.
"Name?" he asked.
"Droll Milson," he replied. Harry nodded.
"Do you wish to oppose me?" Harry asked.
"Does it make a difference? You just sound like a hotshot who pretends to be wonderful," the student replied.
"Hmmm, maybe I do. Well, I propose a duel, winner, takes over the class. Do you know proper duelling stance?" Harry replied. The boy nodded. Harry got into stance, and waited for the boy to do the same. Once he was in position they started.
"Serpensortia!" yelled Harry. A snake flew out of his wand and landed on the floor in front of the boy. He looked down at it, puzzled.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled again, the boy's wand flew to his hand. Harry then turned to the snake.
"Stop," he said to the snake. the class gasped as they had heard him speaking Parseltongue. The snake turned around to face Harry. The Slytherin boy was now staring at Harry.
"Why should I?" the snake replied.
"I told you to," Harry hissed back. The class was in utter silence.
"Finite Incantatem!" he yelled again. He looked up, walked over to the boy and handed him his wand.
"Do you still wish to fight me? By the way, you should never just stand there like that. You were too easy to attack. If I had been Voldemort, or a deatheater, I could have put the Cruciatus Curse, or Avada Kedavra curse on you. You wouldn't have liked that would you? As it is, the question is, do you think you can learn something from me, or do you think you're too smart?" Harry asked him calmly. The boy didn't answer but went back to his seat and sat down. Harry nodded and continued with the class.
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"Please practice the spells we talked about in class, and I would like you all to think about joining the duelling club," Harry said to a group of first years. They all trailed out except one. Harry walked over towards his desk and sat down, sighing, not noticing the boy. The boy walked up to him. Harry looked up.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Sir, professor, I heard that you spoke Parseltongue to a snake yesterday in a seventh year class," the boy stated. Harry nodded.
"I did," he replied.
"Why are you a Gryffindor, if you can speak Parseltongue?" the boy asked.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"James, James Wright," he replied. Harry nodded.
"To tell you the truth James, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but I begged it not to," Harry replied.
"Really?" the boy asked. Harry nodded.
"Sir, can you, I mean, I was wondering, if, you'd tutor me in your class," the boy stated.
"Sure, but only if you promise to do two things," Harry replied. The boy nodded.
"Out of class, call my Harry, if you would, and don't tell anyone," Harry replied. The boy relaxed.
"Alright Pr--Harry," he replied.
"C'mon, we can start now if you want to, we can do it until dinner, or something if you'd like," Harry said gently to him. The boy beamed and nodded. Harry stood up and led the boy to the side of the classroom to a painting.
"Dumbledore's army," he said as the picture swung open. The boy's eyes widened. Harry led him through, to his room. He saw Hermione sitting on his bed.
"Hello 'Mione," he said in passing. The boy stared and waved. Harry paused and went to hug her, she kissed him on the cheek. The boy stared at them.
"Aren't you, Professor Granger?" he asked. Hermione nodded.
"'Mione... Harry called you 'Mione... that's short for Hermione, isn't it?" the boy asked. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"You're one of Harry's friends from his fifth year, aren't you?" he asked. Hermione smiled again and nodded.
"I'm also the reason he fought that troll in first year," she replied. The boy stood there in shock.
"So who is this Harry?" Hermione asked gently, looking over to Harry.
"He's a first year in one of my classes. His name is James, James Wright. I've agreed to tutor him, and he's agreed to call me by my first name out of class," Harry replied with a slight smile. Hermione laughed slightly and nodded. She walked over to James and shook his hand.
"It's nice to meet you James," she said gently. She looked over to Harry and saw the loving look in his eyes.
"You're thinking about your father..." she said gently to him. Harry nodded. The boy raised an eyebrow. Hermione looked back to James, and saw his puzzled look.
"What are you thinking about? The fact that Harry's thinking about his father at this moment, or that I knew he was thinking of his father?" she asked him.
"B-both actually," he replied somewhat shakily. She looked to Harry, and he nodded.
"Harry's full name, is Harry James Potter, his father's first name, was James, and so is yours. Harry was just looking at you, thinking of your name, and started thinking of his father. Now... how I knew that he was thinking of his father... that can be explained by two things I guess. For one, I've known Harry, since first year," she paused and looked at Harry again. 'I don't mind if she tells him... I wonder if she will? Can James really be trusted? I think he can,' thought Harry. Hermione looked at him a bit longer, then turned back to James and held up her hand.
"For two, we're somewhat linked together, my mind, to his I mean," she finished, looking to the boy. He held a very puzzled look. Hermione sighed.
"I got this scar in sixth year. I got it from Harry's scar. He was having a nightmare and he wouldn't wake up. I placed my hand on his forehead, over his scar. I held my hand there ignoring the pain and heat coming from the scar. It gave me this scar, the heat from Harry's scar. Since then, I've been able to... hear some of Harry's thoughts, or, if he's dreaming, and the dream is having an impact on Harry, something important, I can see the pictures running through Harry's mind. I know when he's had a dream, before he's told me. Understand now?" she said gently. James nodded slightly. He looked to Harry, a tear ran down his cheek.
"I-I'm sorry," he muttered.
"Don't be James, don't be," Hermione whispered gently.
"Well, I understand you're here for a tutoring session? Why don't I do that for you today anyway?" she asked James. He nodded understandingly.
"We'll just use this study over here..." she said quietly, leading James to Harry's study and closing the door.
"Is he gonna be Ok?" asked James nervously.
"He'll be fine, maybe I'll talk with him later tonight while I'm in my bedroom," she replied. She saw the puzzled look on his face. She held up her necklace, which she still wore.
"I can speak to him from anywhere using this, as long as he doesn't mind talking either, because, if he did, he could, just, well, kind of... what's the word... disconnect me," she replied. He relaxed and nodded. He smiled and looked to her.
"You like him, don't you?" he asked. She laughed slightly and nodded.
"I do love Harry, and he loves me back," she replied with a slight glaze over her eyes as she spoke.
"Does he know you like him, or did you just hear his thoughts?" he asked.
"Oh, he knows, I like him," she replied, holding out her left hand to show him the ring. He stared quizzically at it then looked up suddenly seeing her face, and nodded, smiling. She smiled back.
"So, you're sure he'll be alright?" he asked. She frowned.
"Pretty..." she replied. He frowned too. She looked up to him and stared at him for a long while.
"You look a lot like Harry really..." she replied.
"Really? Uh, thanks?" he replied uncertainly. She laughed slightly. She paused, looking up, into space and sat there for a while.
"What is it?" James asked. She didn't reply, then snapped back.
"Huh? Oh... nothing... Harry's having a nightmare..." she replied, frowning. He looked to her. A sad expression on her face.
"You're seeing everything in his dream, aren't you?" he asked. She nodded.
"He's dreaming of Voldemort, of losing his friends... of things from the past..." she said quietly.
"He seems so strong in class," he replied. She looked up, a forced smile on her face. She nodded.
"He holds it all in for the most part," she replied, frowning again. He nodded, and she continued.
"He always has..." she muttered. They sat in silence for a while.
"I can go if you want, I mean, Harry, might want to be woken up, and, I mean... this might not be the best time for me to be here," he replied. She shook her head.
"Harry's woken up already, I can still teach you some stuff," she replied.
"That's alright... I mean, we could, or, whatever, I dunno," he replied shakily. She nodded understandingly. She lead him out of the study and quietly through Harry's room. They left his room and Hermione escorted him to the Gryffindor Tower. She then went back to Harry's room to comfort him, maybe talk.
"Padprongs," she said to the picture. she walked in and sat next to Harry on his bed. They sat in silence for a while, both looking down to their feet. Harry was staring off into space, just thinking.
"Harry?" Hermione asked gently. He looked up to her eyes.
"Harry, are you Ok? I can help tutor James every now and then if you want me to," she asked him.
"I'm fine... I will be fine... You can probably hear my thoughts right now anyway..." he replied sullenly. She nodded.
"I'm sorry for that Harry..." she said quietly. He shook his head.
"Don't be Hermione..." he replied. She said nothing. He knew what she was thinking though. She scooched closer to him, and he leaned his head to rest on her shoulder. She reached her arm behind him and rubbed his back for reassurance. There was a long silence. Hermione looked over to the boy who's head was rested on her shoulder. His breathing was even, his eyes closed, his body relaxed; he had fallen asleep. She smiled sweetly and gently laid him down on his bed, pulled the covers over him and kissed his forehead. She left the room and went to go find Dumbledore. She went to his office to see if he was there.
"Lemon drop," she said to the gargoyle as it moved and stairs became visible. She walked to them and quickly found herself in the headmaster's office.
"Ah, Miss Granger, good to see you," said a familiar old voice. She saw him and nodded, with a slight smile. He motioned to a chair in front of him. She walked to it and sat down.
"So, what is the reason for your being here?" he asked. She looked up to him.
"Harry," she said quietly. He nodded understandingly.
"How much do you know already? You always seem to know everything, so how much do you know?" she asked. He chuckled.
"Alas, I do'nt know everything, I have my theories, but I know nothing of this matter you have come to speak with me about," he replied, a twinkle in his eyes. She nodded slightly.
"Do you know about what happened, the first week of school, our sixth year?" she asked.
"I know of nothing of importance in relation to Harry," he replied. She nodded.
"We've only told my parents, and a first year, by the name of James," she replied. His eyes twinkled, and he nodded.
"You know about his relatives, and how they had been treating him, well, he had also been having nightmares, and his scar had been hurting. The morning he woke in the hospital wing, he had had a nightmare that night. A week later Ron woke me up saying Harry wouldn't wake up. I went to the boys' dorm to see him. He was on the floor. I held him in my arms and he wouldn't wake up. Then, I put my hand over his scar and flattened my palm against it. His scar was burning hot, even though the rest of him was cold. When I lifted my hand from his forehead--" she paused and lifted up her right palm for him to see. His eyes twinkled, but he stayed silent.
"Ever since then... I've had a link to Harry... If he's dreaming and it's having a large impact on him, I also see the images running through his mind. Like his nightmares. Or, if he's thinking about something hard, deeply..." she finished. He nodded.
"I see... and why did you feel the need to tell me this, now?" he asked. She stayed silent for a moment.
"I guess... I thought... it might be important. I don't know..." she replied, looking down at her hands. He nodded.
"You are worried for him," he stated. She looked up and nodded slightly.
"I wish there was something I could do for Harry... He's fine for a while, sometimes a very long while, and then he sits down and cries for a day or two, and is depressed, and then he's fine for a while again..." she stated. Dumbledore nodded.
"It's natural to feel that way, but I think that it is best for you to do, and keep doing, exactly what you have been doing," he replied. She nodded sullenly. Dumbledore handed her a lemon drop, and she took it submitantly. They sat in silence for a while, then Hermione looked up. She stared at Fawkes for a moment.
"Thanks for listening Dumbledore," she said quietly. She stood up and left his office, leaving Dumbledore to think. She went to her room and tried to grade some papers, but failed. She ended up just going to her bed and crawling in a little ball. She soon there fell asleep.
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Harry and Hermione woke up around the same time. It was around nine o'clock in the evening. Harry was in a much better mood now. He went to Hermione's room to find her sitting on her bed, staring into space with a slight smile slight depressed look on her face. She looked up and saw him. She smiled noticing he looked happy. They walked towards each other and embraced. Harry leaned odwn and kissed her gently on the lips then pulled away and looked into her eyes. She smiled and went to kiss him. They kissed for a long while, then hermione opened her mouth a little and let her tongue brush against his lips. He opened his mouth allowing her access. Hermione's arms reached up and went around his neck. One of Harry's arms went higher on her back.
*Elsewhere*
James went down from the boys' dorm and into the common room. He saw it was empty and walked over to the picture he knew led to Harry's room. he had heard Hermione say the password.
"Phoenix" he whispered as it swung open. He walked down the short passage way and heard the picture close again. He opened the door to Harry's room a crack and peeked in and smiled.
*Back to Harry's Room*
Harry and Hermione pulled apart hearing the door open. They looked over to the direction of the sound and saw James's head. He blushed and tried to close the door to sneak away. Hermione laughed.
"No use, just come in James," she said to him. he walked in completely, shutting the door behind him.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. Hermione and harry shook their heads slightly.
"It's fine James, you can come here whenever you want," said Harry. James looked up to Harry and saw him smiling, and the boy smiled again. Hermione nodded.
"Yes, you can come visit me as well. You can get to my room via that door to the right. The password to get the door in Harry's room to open is Prongad, and the password to get the door after that, that opens in to my room, is Harron padrong," she stated and smiled sweetly. James raised an eyebrow but nodded.
"You have weird passwords. Phoenix, Prongad, Harron padrong, all very strange," James said, almost to himself.
"No, not really, not for us. Though I'll agree with you on harron padrong, I don't know what that's about. Phoenix I chose for the door to Gryffindor tower, because I was thinking of Fawkes. Prongad... it's a mixture of my father's and my godfather's names. Prongs was my father's nickname, and Padfoot was my godfather's," harry said to him.
"Harron padrong has it's own little mixture, thank you. Harron is a mixture of Harry and Ron. Padrong is a mix of Padfoot and Prongs," Hermione spoke up, sticking out her tongue at Harry. Harry laughed, but nodded.
"Still strange, and who's Fawkes?" asked James.
"Haven't visited the headmaster yet, have you? Fawkes is Dumbledore's pet phoenix. I dunno, should I really call him his pet? I guess so," replied Harry. James raised an eyebrow, but nodded. Harry paused then looked to Hermione.
"What about your room password eh? What's that a contraction of?" he asked. She laughed.
"Tri-Wizard-Tournament Padfoot Harry Ron," she stated. Harry lifted and eyebrow, as did James.
Well, I think that chapter's long enough heh. I also think that's a good stopping spot, don't you? If I go much further I might do something terrible and end at a cliffhanger :) mwahahahahaha! Next chapter's coming soon, until then, Review please, and THANK YOU for reading. Do you really like my story? I mean, you've gotten this far, you can't hate it. So if you're gonna bother flaming, I'd say you're an idiot to have wasted so much time getting thus far. Heh, my opinion. Well, G'night folks! Or should i say y'all, naw, tonight I feel like 'folks' Soon we shall hear of a certain 'nemesis' and a good ole pal, remember what I said in the chapter before? Something about.... Malfoy? Weasley? Mwahahahahaha! Btw, I've got another story I've posted called Twins Unknown if you wanna check that out.
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