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Author's Note: Sorry for such a long time to update...you can yell at me, I swear! I've just been too lazy to come here and write a chapter. But hey better late than never, right? Anyway, I've got my box of graham crackers and Italian soda handy so here comes a chapter! Dun Na NA!
The first class of the day was Defense against the Dark Arts with Professor Graphicus. Remus had told Harry that he was not to be messed with. Apparently, according to Sirius, Graphicus could sometimes be worse than Snape. Harry gulped not wanting to get on the wrong side of him.
The classroom for Defense against the Dark Arts wasn't much different form the one in Harry's present time. It still had the desks and paintings that his did. The only thing you could tell was different was the sudden sense that you had entered a room that was full of death.
No one talked as they silently took their seats, preparing for the lesson and staring straight ahead. Harry even noticed that Sirius was sitting up straight and looking like he was ready for a lesson. Harry followed suit not wanting to be the one that Professor Graphicus picked on.
After a few moments of silence Professor Graphicus entered the room, his robes billowing behind him like a vampire from a movie. His skin was pale white and his eyes were black almost blending in with the pupil. He almost glided around with his head held high seeming to think that he was higher than the other students. Harry knew right away that he could snap at just one false saying.
"We start today by learning the patronus spell," he said in a voice sounding like a hawk. "Can anyone tell me what a patronus is?"
Harry looked around. No one raised their hands right away, but after a moment Remus shakily raised his hand in the air. Graphicus ignored it and scanned for more eager hands. Harry stuck his hand up. Professor Graphicus' eyes surveyed him closely.
"I don't believe we've met," he said walking over to Harry's desk.
"I'm Harry Potter sir," Harry said bravely. "I've switched places with James for the time being. We're doing an article for the Daily Prophet."
"I didn't ask for a summary of your life!" Students flinched at his tone of voice. "Tell me then, what is a patronus?"
"It's a spell used to send dementors away. The proper incantation is expecto patronum," Harry continued shocking many of the students. The professor only looked highly displeased.
"How do you know this?"
"I learned it in my third year at Bauxbatons," Harry lied.
"Third year, you say? Well then, you must be an expert by now," Professor Graphicus' eyes shone with an emotion that Harry couldn't place. "Why don't you give us a demonstration?"
Harry looked around. Remus looked back at him almost feeling sorry for him. Peter and Sirius looked like they were about to jump out of their seats in excitement. The rest of the class seemed anxious to actually see one too. Only the professor seemed to think that he couldn't do one.
Harry raised his wand and shouted the incantation thinking of his happiest moment making a perfect stag erupt from the end of his wand. It galloped around the room and soon dissolved in a thin silvery mist. Sirius and Peter clapped and the other students followed suit. Remus looked at Harry for a moment not seeing Harry but seeming to be deep in thought.
"Silence!" Professor Graphicus hissed. Immediately the class stopped clapping and sat straight in their seats again looking straight ahead like perfect brainwashed people. "Five points from Gryffindor. No one can do that with their first try."
"But sir, I told you that I learned it---" Harry began to explain.
"Five more, Mr. Potter for talking back to a teacher," he said returning to the front of the class to lecture them on how to produce the patronus.
After a torturous hour more of the class the bell rang and everyone began shuffling out of the classroom. The second they were outside Sirius pounced on Harry.
"Where did you learn that?" he exclaimed his eyes dancing in happiness. "That was so cool! You proved him wrong!"
"Ya! No one's ever done that before!" Peter added looking just as excited. Harry tired to look happy at all of this but the expression on Remus' face made him wonder.
"Remus, what's wrong?" Harry asked. Remus stopped walking and turned to Harry.
"I'm just thinking that's all. I have to go to the library and check something out. I'll catch up with you guys later," he said starting to walk away. Just like Hermione, Harry thought smiling.
Sirius and Peter kept on walking and Harry ran to catch up with them. Before he could catch up to them though someone shouted out to him. Harry turned to see Professor Graphicus standing in the middle of the hallway looking at him like he had never seen him before.
"Harry, I need to talk to you for a minute," he said making sure that none of the other students heard him. Harry looked back to signal to Sirius to keep going without him, but Sirius had already turned a corner totally forgetting about Harry. Harry reluctantly followed his now least favorite professor into a deserted classroom.
"I know about you," he said once they were alone in the classroom. Harry looked at him quizzically.
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"I know about your little time traveling adventure, I know that you and your father switched places. What I don't know is who defeats the Dark Lord. Tell me now," he hissed taking a step toward Harry. Harry took a step back in fear. He never really liked to be scared but this man was creeping him out. How could he possibly know?
"How do you know?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I have many ways of knowing these things," he said looking almost happy with himself. "Now tell me, who defeats the Dark Lord?"
Harry wanted to tell him that it was him that defeated him but he reasoned with himself. "I can't possibly tell you that! It would change the future!"
I light-bulb clicked on in Graphicus' head. "We'll wait a while...then we'll see if you can tell me." With out so much as a goodbye he was out the door. Harry stood looking at the door for a moment and walked out trying to clear his thoughts.
Once Harry was in the hallway he could tell that he was late for charms. No one was in the hall and the bell ran above him. He was about to run down to charms when someone grabbed his arm.
James followed Hermione and Ron to potion class. When they were down in the dungeons Hermione stopped outside the door to put her hair back in a sloppy bun, Ron straightened his tie and tried to fix his hair.
"What are you doing?" James asked while Ron dusted off his shoulders.
"We're getting rid of all imperfectness," Hermione answered tying her shoe. "You might want to tie that," she said looking at James' shoes.
"Why?"
"Because Snape will take points off of us for anything that we do or have wrong," Ron said while Hermione examined him. After a moment she nodded that he was fine. James tied his shoes and straightened his tie also.
"Ok, we're all set," Ron said opening the door for Hermione and James to go through.
Hermione led the way to a table in the back of the classroom. On the way to their 'usual' seats she pointed out people. "That's Pansy Parkinson," she said pointing to a girl hanging off Malfoy's arm. "She's crazy for Malfoy and follows him everywhere. Big prat if you know what I mean. Oh, and that's Dean Thomas," she continued pointing at a boy across the hall. "We're friends with him. He's going out with Ginny, Ron's little sister. He also does the commentary for the quidittch matches."
James tried to digest this all in, but was having a hard time remembering all the names and things. What if they invented new things that I don't know about? James wondered in horror. What if something horrible happened to their parents and I ask them about it? There are so many things that can go wrong!
Before James could have a nervous breakdown Snape came into the room. He looked around at the students glaring at them and glared particularly at Hermione, Ron, and 'Harry'.
"Today we will be making Vertisium," he said writing the ingredients on the board. "The supplies are in the cabinet. You have one hour to make them," he said sitting down at this desk to glare at everyone.
Ron offered to get the supplies for everyone. Hermione wrote down the notes from the board and James looked around the room after he had finished a quick jot of the notes. "Mr. Potter," Snape asked striding over to their table. "Is there something that bores you in my classroom?"
Hermione looked fearfully up from her notes to look at James. Ron stopped walking back to the table with the supplies to listen without making Snape madder for interrupting his talk with James.
"No, sir, it's just that Ron went to get the supplies and Hermione's taking notes and---"
"Oh, so you have your sidekicks doing all the work, then?" Snape sneered enjoying the shocked look on James' face.
"No, sir!" Hermione said for him. Snape rounded on her instead. "Ron just volunteered to get the supplies for us and Harry already wrote the notes down," she said holding up a piece of paper with notes on it. Snape snatched the paper from Hermione's grasp and read over it.
James silently thanked Hermione for her quick reflexes. "Ten points from Gryffindor for interrupting me, Ms. Granger and for poorly written notes Mr. Potter," Snape said walking back up to his desk as though nothing had happened. Ron hurried over to their table and set the supplies down.
"That's harsh," James whispered to Ron. Ron just nodded.
"He was being easy on us," he said handing James his stuff.
An hour later James was hoping that he added all the ingredients correctly. Snape was correct in saying that he took poor notes. He had resorted to asking Hermione for her notes. After a moment of coaxing her into it, with the help of Ron, she had given in. Hermione reminded James a lot of Lily the way she was dedicated to her studies and didn't like giving away her work.
"Isn't Vertisium poisonous if it's made wrong?" Ron asked fearfully to Hermione. Hermione, whose eyes were wide and seemed to be on the edge of her seat, nodded.
"There's nothing for you to be worried about then, Hermione," Ron said leaning back against his seat. "You'll never have to give me homework answers again after I take a sip of this stuff."
James laughed a little. He covered up his laugh with a cough though so Snape wouldn't know that they had been talking. "It is time for you to test your Vertisiums," Snape said looking happy at the nervous looks of the students. "I will take you one by one into my office and ask questions. Unless, you want to say your deepest darkest secrets to the rest of the class," he added his eyes sparkling in something James couldn't place. Hermione and Ron both gulped on either side of him.
"Abbot, follow me." Hannah reluctantly followed Snape into his office looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her up.
"What kind of questions do you think he'll ask?" Ron asked no one in particular.
James shook his head. "Hopefully nothing bad," he said.
"Hermione, are you feeling all right?" Ron asked looking down at her. James then noted that Hermione looked paler than usual and had a vacant expression on her face.
"Hermione?" James repeated waving a hand in front of her face. She snapped out of her silent state and blushed.
"Sorry, what?" She asked twirling a strand of her hair nervously.
"Are you ok?" Ron repeated. "You only twirl your hair when you're worried about something."
She nodded and dropped her hand to her lap and stared at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Granger," Snape called from the doorway to his office. Hermione grabbed her Vertisium and walked fearfully to the office. Ron didn't say anything while she was gone looking at the door she had just entered. After about five long minutes the door opened and a very red faced Hermione came back out and took her seat without saying a word.
"What did he ask?" James asked taking the first step. Hermione's eyes watered as she answered.
"He asked me---he asked what---or who---" she stammered. Ron looked confused and James tried to look understanding while she continued. "It started out harmless...like what my name was and all...but then he asked who I liked."
"He asked that?" James exclaimed in utter shock that he would sink that low.
"What did you say 'Mione?" Ron asked urging her to go on. She shook her head.
"That's not important right now. Then he asked who my favorite teacher was...and then my least favorite."
"I can see where this is going," Ron said with a slight smile on his face. Hermione ignored him and continued.
"I told him, that I didn't like him at all. I even said that I hated him more than I hated Umbridge," Ron flinched at the name. "He asked how much I hated him and I said---"
James was smiling just as much as Ron now waiting to see what she thought of him. "I said that he was the scum of the earth. I even went far enough to say that he was the scum under my shoe." Hermione said this and the tears started to fall. Ron patted her on the back laughing slightly.
"And then---" James was surprised at how much she had to say. "He gave me a zero!"
While Ron comforted Hermione James wondered what would happen when he entered the office.
Before James could contemplate more on the subject he heard Snape call out his name and he reluctantly went into the office...
Author's Note: I was going to have more on James and go through the entire Vertisium thing but the chapter would have gotten longer than what it already is. Again, I'm sorry for not updating in a long time. And thanks to all of the people who reviewed despite my long time on updating.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Author's Note: Sorry for such a long time to update...you can yell at me, I swear! I've just been too lazy to come here and write a chapter. But hey better late than never, right? Anyway, I've got my box of graham crackers and Italian soda handy so here comes a chapter! Dun Na NA!
The first class of the day was Defense against the Dark Arts with Professor Graphicus. Remus had told Harry that he was not to be messed with. Apparently, according to Sirius, Graphicus could sometimes be worse than Snape. Harry gulped not wanting to get on the wrong side of him.
The classroom for Defense against the Dark Arts wasn't much different form the one in Harry's present time. It still had the desks and paintings that his did. The only thing you could tell was different was the sudden sense that you had entered a room that was full of death.
No one talked as they silently took their seats, preparing for the lesson and staring straight ahead. Harry even noticed that Sirius was sitting up straight and looking like he was ready for a lesson. Harry followed suit not wanting to be the one that Professor Graphicus picked on.
After a few moments of silence Professor Graphicus entered the room, his robes billowing behind him like a vampire from a movie. His skin was pale white and his eyes were black almost blending in with the pupil. He almost glided around with his head held high seeming to think that he was higher than the other students. Harry knew right away that he could snap at just one false saying.
"We start today by learning the patronus spell," he said in a voice sounding like a hawk. "Can anyone tell me what a patronus is?"
Harry looked around. No one raised their hands right away, but after a moment Remus shakily raised his hand in the air. Graphicus ignored it and scanned for more eager hands. Harry stuck his hand up. Professor Graphicus' eyes surveyed him closely.
"I don't believe we've met," he said walking over to Harry's desk.
"I'm Harry Potter sir," Harry said bravely. "I've switched places with James for the time being. We're doing an article for the Daily Prophet."
"I didn't ask for a summary of your life!" Students flinched at his tone of voice. "Tell me then, what is a patronus?"
"It's a spell used to send dementors away. The proper incantation is expecto patronum," Harry continued shocking many of the students. The professor only looked highly displeased.
"How do you know this?"
"I learned it in my third year at Bauxbatons," Harry lied.
"Third year, you say? Well then, you must be an expert by now," Professor Graphicus' eyes shone with an emotion that Harry couldn't place. "Why don't you give us a demonstration?"
Harry looked around. Remus looked back at him almost feeling sorry for him. Peter and Sirius looked like they were about to jump out of their seats in excitement. The rest of the class seemed anxious to actually see one too. Only the professor seemed to think that he couldn't do one.
Harry raised his wand and shouted the incantation thinking of his happiest moment making a perfect stag erupt from the end of his wand. It galloped around the room and soon dissolved in a thin silvery mist. Sirius and Peter clapped and the other students followed suit. Remus looked at Harry for a moment not seeing Harry but seeming to be deep in thought.
"Silence!" Professor Graphicus hissed. Immediately the class stopped clapping and sat straight in their seats again looking straight ahead like perfect brainwashed people. "Five points from Gryffindor. No one can do that with their first try."
"But sir, I told you that I learned it---" Harry began to explain.
"Five more, Mr. Potter for talking back to a teacher," he said returning to the front of the class to lecture them on how to produce the patronus.
After a torturous hour more of the class the bell rang and everyone began shuffling out of the classroom. The second they were outside Sirius pounced on Harry.
"Where did you learn that?" he exclaimed his eyes dancing in happiness. "That was so cool! You proved him wrong!"
"Ya! No one's ever done that before!" Peter added looking just as excited. Harry tired to look happy at all of this but the expression on Remus' face made him wonder.
"Remus, what's wrong?" Harry asked. Remus stopped walking and turned to Harry.
"I'm just thinking that's all. I have to go to the library and check something out. I'll catch up with you guys later," he said starting to walk away. Just like Hermione, Harry thought smiling.
Sirius and Peter kept on walking and Harry ran to catch up with them. Before he could catch up to them though someone shouted out to him. Harry turned to see Professor Graphicus standing in the middle of the hallway looking at him like he had never seen him before.
"Harry, I need to talk to you for a minute," he said making sure that none of the other students heard him. Harry looked back to signal to Sirius to keep going without him, but Sirius had already turned a corner totally forgetting about Harry. Harry reluctantly followed his now least favorite professor into a deserted classroom.
"I know about you," he said once they were alone in the classroom. Harry looked at him quizzically.
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"I know about your little time traveling adventure, I know that you and your father switched places. What I don't know is who defeats the Dark Lord. Tell me now," he hissed taking a step toward Harry. Harry took a step back in fear. He never really liked to be scared but this man was creeping him out. How could he possibly know?
"How do you know?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I have many ways of knowing these things," he said looking almost happy with himself. "Now tell me, who defeats the Dark Lord?"
Harry wanted to tell him that it was him that defeated him but he reasoned with himself. "I can't possibly tell you that! It would change the future!"
I light-bulb clicked on in Graphicus' head. "We'll wait a while...then we'll see if you can tell me." With out so much as a goodbye he was out the door. Harry stood looking at the door for a moment and walked out trying to clear his thoughts.
Once Harry was in the hallway he could tell that he was late for charms. No one was in the hall and the bell ran above him. He was about to run down to charms when someone grabbed his arm.
James followed Hermione and Ron to potion class. When they were down in the dungeons Hermione stopped outside the door to put her hair back in a sloppy bun, Ron straightened his tie and tried to fix his hair.
"What are you doing?" James asked while Ron dusted off his shoulders.
"We're getting rid of all imperfectness," Hermione answered tying her shoe. "You might want to tie that," she said looking at James' shoes.
"Why?"
"Because Snape will take points off of us for anything that we do or have wrong," Ron said while Hermione examined him. After a moment she nodded that he was fine. James tied his shoes and straightened his tie also.
"Ok, we're all set," Ron said opening the door for Hermione and James to go through.
Hermione led the way to a table in the back of the classroom. On the way to their 'usual' seats she pointed out people. "That's Pansy Parkinson," she said pointing to a girl hanging off Malfoy's arm. "She's crazy for Malfoy and follows him everywhere. Big prat if you know what I mean. Oh, and that's Dean Thomas," she continued pointing at a boy across the hall. "We're friends with him. He's going out with Ginny, Ron's little sister. He also does the commentary for the quidittch matches."
James tried to digest this all in, but was having a hard time remembering all the names and things. What if they invented new things that I don't know about? James wondered in horror. What if something horrible happened to their parents and I ask them about it? There are so many things that can go wrong!
Before James could have a nervous breakdown Snape came into the room. He looked around at the students glaring at them and glared particularly at Hermione, Ron, and 'Harry'.
"Today we will be making Vertisium," he said writing the ingredients on the board. "The supplies are in the cabinet. You have one hour to make them," he said sitting down at this desk to glare at everyone.
Ron offered to get the supplies for everyone. Hermione wrote down the notes from the board and James looked around the room after he had finished a quick jot of the notes. "Mr. Potter," Snape asked striding over to their table. "Is there something that bores you in my classroom?"
Hermione looked fearfully up from her notes to look at James. Ron stopped walking back to the table with the supplies to listen without making Snape madder for interrupting his talk with James.
"No, sir, it's just that Ron went to get the supplies and Hermione's taking notes and---"
"Oh, so you have your sidekicks doing all the work, then?" Snape sneered enjoying the shocked look on James' face.
"No, sir!" Hermione said for him. Snape rounded on her instead. "Ron just volunteered to get the supplies for us and Harry already wrote the notes down," she said holding up a piece of paper with notes on it. Snape snatched the paper from Hermione's grasp and read over it.
James silently thanked Hermione for her quick reflexes. "Ten points from Gryffindor for interrupting me, Ms. Granger and for poorly written notes Mr. Potter," Snape said walking back up to his desk as though nothing had happened. Ron hurried over to their table and set the supplies down.
"That's harsh," James whispered to Ron. Ron just nodded.
"He was being easy on us," he said handing James his stuff.
An hour later James was hoping that he added all the ingredients correctly. Snape was correct in saying that he took poor notes. He had resorted to asking Hermione for her notes. After a moment of coaxing her into it, with the help of Ron, she had given in. Hermione reminded James a lot of Lily the way she was dedicated to her studies and didn't like giving away her work.
"Isn't Vertisium poisonous if it's made wrong?" Ron asked fearfully to Hermione. Hermione, whose eyes were wide and seemed to be on the edge of her seat, nodded.
"There's nothing for you to be worried about then, Hermione," Ron said leaning back against his seat. "You'll never have to give me homework answers again after I take a sip of this stuff."
James laughed a little. He covered up his laugh with a cough though so Snape wouldn't know that they had been talking. "It is time for you to test your Vertisiums," Snape said looking happy at the nervous looks of the students. "I will take you one by one into my office and ask questions. Unless, you want to say your deepest darkest secrets to the rest of the class," he added his eyes sparkling in something James couldn't place. Hermione and Ron both gulped on either side of him.
"Abbot, follow me." Hannah reluctantly followed Snape into his office looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her up.
"What kind of questions do you think he'll ask?" Ron asked no one in particular.
James shook his head. "Hopefully nothing bad," he said.
"Hermione, are you feeling all right?" Ron asked looking down at her. James then noted that Hermione looked paler than usual and had a vacant expression on her face.
"Hermione?" James repeated waving a hand in front of her face. She snapped out of her silent state and blushed.
"Sorry, what?" She asked twirling a strand of her hair nervously.
"Are you ok?" Ron repeated. "You only twirl your hair when you're worried about something."
She nodded and dropped her hand to her lap and stared at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Granger," Snape called from the doorway to his office. Hermione grabbed her Vertisium and walked fearfully to the office. Ron didn't say anything while she was gone looking at the door she had just entered. After about five long minutes the door opened and a very red faced Hermione came back out and took her seat without saying a word.
"What did he ask?" James asked taking the first step. Hermione's eyes watered as she answered.
"He asked me---he asked what---or who---" she stammered. Ron looked confused and James tried to look understanding while she continued. "It started out harmless...like what my name was and all...but then he asked who I liked."
"He asked that?" James exclaimed in utter shock that he would sink that low.
"What did you say 'Mione?" Ron asked urging her to go on. She shook her head.
"That's not important right now. Then he asked who my favorite teacher was...and then my least favorite."
"I can see where this is going," Ron said with a slight smile on his face. Hermione ignored him and continued.
"I told him, that I didn't like him at all. I even said that I hated him more than I hated Umbridge," Ron flinched at the name. "He asked how much I hated him and I said---"
James was smiling just as much as Ron now waiting to see what she thought of him. "I said that he was the scum of the earth. I even went far enough to say that he was the scum under my shoe." Hermione said this and the tears started to fall. Ron patted her on the back laughing slightly.
"And then---" James was surprised at how much she had to say. "He gave me a zero!"
While Ron comforted Hermione James wondered what would happen when he entered the office.
Before James could contemplate more on the subject he heard Snape call out his name and he reluctantly went into the office...
Author's Note: I was going to have more on James and go through the entire Vertisium thing but the chapter would have gotten longer than what it already is. Again, I'm sorry for not updating in a long time. And thanks to all of the people who reviewed despite my long time on updating.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!