Disclaimer: OOOK, none of this is mine except for a silly little thing you can call plot. But, JK Rowling or CS Lewis does own it!

A/N: I am soooo sorry that this took an extra week! Really, I am! Please forgive me! Oh, and thanks so much to my betas Devonny Rose and Prongs79. Oh, and I'm sorry about the whole Ignoring Prophecy story. Yeah, I know, it's bad. I had actually thought of  whole story behind it. Anyways, even though it is probably the worst story on my entire list, I'm leaving it because I don't believe in just tossing away the stuff I don't like, I like to learn from my mistakes. Besides, even if it was bad there are still bits of writing in it that are decently written. Sorry again, I just couldn't get this out with that idea in my head… Oh, but I am still firmly of the opinion that Harry won't be willing to become a murderer. Anyways. On with the story!

"Yes, your defense classes will resume as of today and I ask that you all welcome Professor Eustace Scrubb."

Harry gazed at the new teacher. There was just something so familiar about him. He couldn't quite place what it was, but Harry definitely felt like he had met this guy before. But where? His suspicions rose when the professor's gaze met his and they just looked into each others eyes for the longest time. Harry finally looked away, though, when Ron tugged on his arm and told him it was time to go to Divination.

Divination was once again a boring affair, with Trelawny informing Harry of his imminent death. Harry felt that she would be more effective if she would just pick someone else to die. Neville probably would listen to her rants of death and he got into accidents constantly. So, the idea that he would eventually die from some horrible accident was not so far fetched. At least Harry knew some things would never change.

Walking down to Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone was chatting excitedly about what the new professor would be like.  Harry had this strange feeling that the professor would be nice and fun but would work them hard. He was right. As soon as they walked in, the Gryffindor's saw the bright light of curses flying at them. The first ones didn't stand a chance. They were on the floor before they even knew what had hit them. The other students saw their bodies and immediately thought the worst. A few got out some hexes, but the room was dark and they couldn't see where their attackers came from.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were the last ones standing and fighting, they worked seamlessly. Hermione and Ron were eventually stunned as well, only to be followed by their best friend a few minutes later.

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw the rest of the class grumpily looking around. The new professor was moving to the front of the room, and all of the students were eyeing him warily. Even Moody-Crouch hadn't ambushed them on their first day! What was this guy playing at?

"Well, class, please be seated, so we can begin." The students, still eyeing him with distrust in their gazes, sat down as far as possible from him in an effort to try and save themselves from any hexes that the seemingly crazed man might have hidden up his sleeve. The man was unfazed by their actions and simply removed the extra desks and pushed all of their desks forward with a quick flicking motion of his wand. The students gaped in surprise.

The professor just chuckled at their expressions. "You know, that was quite a simple charm that I am sure you will be learning later this year, guys," Professor Scrubb informed them. The students didn't really look like they believed him. "Well, shall we just get down to business then? Who can tell me what happened when you walked into the room?"

"You cursed us all, even Harry," Seamus informed him. This brought forth another chuckle from the strange professor.

"Yes, that would be correct, Harry as well. But how, there were clearly more of you than of me. How did I manage to stun all of you?"

"You played dirty!" Ron shouted, "We couldn't see you because you had made the room dark, and you knew that we would be coming in not ready for an attack. We could have done better if you would have just given us a fair chance!"

"Precisely, my boy! You didn't have a fair chance! Five points to Gryffindor," Professor Scrubb exclaimed. Ron looked at him like he was crazy but didn't want to argue since he got points.

"Professor," Hermione said with her hand half in the air, "what does that solve? Why did you do that to us?"

"I thought that that would have been obvious, Miss-"

"Granger"

"Well, can anyone inform Miss Granger why I didn't give you all fair warning of the attack?" The professor asked in a jovial voice.

Harry lifted his hand to just about shoulder height. "Ah, Mr. Potter, I believe? Well, go ahead, lad, don't be shy. We are all anxiously awaiting your answer!"

Harry blushed and spoke down into his hands, "Well, er, because Death Eaters won't give us a fair chance?"

"Is that a question or a response, Mr. Potter?" The professor said, raising an eyebrow.

"A response, sir."

"It is a correct one, take five points for Gryffindor," the man praised. "Death Eater's won't give you a fair chance. Life isn't fair and the quicker you realize this, the better off you'll be, my friends."

"Now, before we begin over the rest of the year, I would like you all to get to know me and each other a little better. I firmly believe that this is necessary if we are to work together, especially with the dangerous curses, hexes, and counter-curses learned in here."

"Sir! We aren't supposed to learn curses! This is supposed to be DEFENSE!" Lavender screeched.

"Yes, and do you think that Jelly-Legs is enough to stop Voldemort?" A shiver went up the spine of a few of the students, but nobody said a word. "Now, if you will all stand up and wait on one side of the classroom, I will have our discussion area ready in a minute." The man's personality had taken a radical shift. One second he was coldly informing Lavender how she couldn't stop Voldemort and the next he was cheerily conjuring brightly colored cushions for them to sit on.

Once they were all situated, the professor sat down with them and said, "Now, we are all going to be learning a lot about each other, and I ask that you all be completely honest. I want you all to go around and say your name, favorite color, class, food, and one thing both good and bad that nobody in the room knows about you." Sounds of protest were being made, but they were silenced as the professor spoke up. "I am doing this for my own reasons. You will learn other things starting next lesson. But for this lesson, you will just have to bear with me."

"My name is Professor Eustace Scrubb, my favorite color is blue, I must admit my favorite class is potions even if I am not good at it, I love nutella, the bad thing nobody in here knows is that I bite my nails, and the good thing is that I am devilishly charming when I want to be." The boys in the room snorted in disgust when they heard this comment.

The students began talking about what they liked, surprisingly, Harry was finding out a lot more about his fellow Gryffindors. Admittedly, he hadn't really taken the time before to find out about them. He listened to Hermione and Ron with special interest, wondering what they were going to say that he didn't know about them.

"I'm Hermione Granger, my favorite color is purple, my favorite class is Transfigurations, I love french fries, nobody knows that in the third grade I didn't do hardly any homework all year and almost failed, and the good thing that nobody knows is that over the summer I volunteer at a muggle youth center." Harry and Ron ogled at their best friend. Then Ron's face split into a huge grin.

"Hermione almost failed something? This is the best day of my entire life!" He only stopped when the professor told him that it was his turn. "Right, well, I'm Ron Weasley, my favorite color is orange, my favorite class is Care of Magical Creatures, food, well, I honestly don't have a favorite as I eat everything, well, except vegetables. What people don't know about me and is bad is that over the summer I refused to speak to my brother Percy at all, and something good is that last night Professor McGonagall made me Quidditch Captain!" Ron's face split into a huge smile at these words and Harry clapped him on the back with a grin.

"That's great mate, I wonder if I'll get back on the team?" Harry thought out loud. Ron just let out a strangled sound.

"Harry, are you alright? IF you get back on the team. Mate, as far as I'm concerned, you're our star player. I suppose if you weren't kicked off last year it would have been you," Ron spoke this part with a tinge of bitterness in his voice. The boys would have said more but Professor Scrubb indicated that Harry was the last one to speak.

"Er – well, I'm Harry Potter. My favorite color is black, my favorite class is Defense, well depending on who's teaching it. My favorite food is the pies that Mrs. Weasley makes. Something bad nobody knows about me is that I refused to join my friends this summer for personal reasons, and something good I suppose is that I once got a ten out of ten on an essay without Hermione checking it over." Harry had finished what he had to say and ignored the hurt looks his friends were shooting him.

Professor Scrubb was now looking slightly uncomfortable, but decided to finish up what they were going to do that day. "Well, for the next lesson, you will be finding out all that you can about someone else in this class. I want you to ask not only that person but others in the school. Then write a scroll on it. You can find your schedule of people on the board." Everyone looked toward the board and took note about who they had. Hermione and Ron were groaning because they had Lavender and Parvati first, but Harry didn't mind that he had Neville. The students were then dismissed from the class.

Hermione, Ron and Harry were walking in silence to dinner in the Great Hall, even though some students around them were muttering about how he was worse than Moody. They even began eating in complete silence until Hermione spoke up, "Harry why didn't you come to headquarters with us this summer?" Harry just pretended that he didn't hear the question.

"Harry, Hermione and I want to know why you didn't come and stay with us!" Ron said. Once again, Harry acted like neither of them had said anything.

"Harry, why are you acting like this? We just want to know why. Don't you like us anymore?" Harry's eyes flashed.

"Do I have to explain every single action I take to the two of you? I did it for personal reasons, and that should be good enough. And no, I do NOT want to talk about it," Harry finally burst out. The students around them had gone quiet to listen in, but the trio didn't care.

"Mate, what are doing? Why are you acting like this?" Ron practically begged Harry with his eyes to explain what was going on.

"If you don't understand now, mate, I don't think you ever will." With that, Harry stood up and left, leaving two incredibly hurt best friends behind him.

On his way out of the Great Hall, Harry was stopped by Professor McGonagall, "Potter, Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with you. He said you never arrived two nights ago." Harry just mumbled a "Fine," and went off to the stone gargoyle.

Upon arrival, Harry didn't even have to guess the password, as the Gargoyle leapt aside and Harry strode onto the revolving staircase. Reaching the professor's office he knocked briskly and then entered the room.

"Yes, Professor, you wished to speak with me," he said in a barely controlled voice. The Headmaster shot him a worried look and told him to sit down. Harry did so and declined both lemon drops and tea.

"Well, Harry, I invited you here to review your O.W.L. scores. Here is your scores." The Headmaster then handed Harry a piece of official looking parchment. Harry stared at his scores.

Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that enclosed are your Ordinary Wizarding Level scores. Congratulations, you have received a total of nine O.W. L.'s. We hope to see such satisfactory marks on your N. E. W. T.'s. Good luck with your continuing education.

Divinations: Poor

History of Magic: Average

Astronomy: Average

Care of Magical Creatures: Exceeds Expectations

Potions: Exceeds Expectations

Herbology: Exceeds Expectations

Transfiguration: Outstanding

Defense Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding

Charms: Outstanding

Harry stared at his scores. He had received nine O.W.L.'s. But he didn't get an O in Potions. He looked up at the sad face of Albus Dumbledore. "Sir?"

"Harry, you didn't get the required score needed to enter Professor Snape's class. I'm sorry, Harry," the old man wearily replied to the unasked question.

"But – but I won't be able to become an Auror." Harry could tell by the look in his Headmaster's eyes that he knew this; it was in a deadened voice that Harry said, "I see, sir, is that all?" With these words, the Professor's face fell even more.

"Harry, I'd like to return your broom to you." Harry's face rose slightly.

"I will be able to be back on the team?" Harry almost began to hyperventilate at the Headmaster's next words.

"No, Harry, I tried to get the board to revoke your sentence, but they feel that it is a just punishment. They say that you were brawling in an unseemly and unsportsmanlike manner. You won't be able to play Quidditch at Hogwarts ever again. I'm sorry, Harry." Harry's eyes glazed over.

"Well, sir, I must be going, I have a detention to be going to, don't want to leave Professor Snape waiting."

"Harry? Harry! Are you alright?" The Headmaster asked, almost in a panic.

"What, oh yes, Professor, just fine. I'll just be going then." With that, Harry walked out of he room, broom and scores in hand.

Harry walked to the dungeons in a trance. He didn't even wince when he was ordered to scrub the floors. He just did as he was told in a dream-like state. When he was done, he followed Professor Snape into his office.

"Well, Potter, I see you have your precious Firebolt back, I suppose you will once again be dazzling us with your supposedly superior skill very soon," he said in a typical Snape-sneer that didn't faze Harry in the least.

"No, sir. I don't believe I will."

"Of course not, Potter. You think you are so above the rules, don't you? Well, I know it was you! You were in my cupboard last night, Potter, admit it," Snape said with a scowl.

"Sir, I took nothing from your cupboard last night," Harry told him truthfully.

Snape looked like he was about to interrogate him further, when Professor Scrubb knocked, then entered the room, "Wonderful, I'm glad you decided to tell him what happened all those years ago in Little Whinging, Severus." Harry slid off his chair, finally falling into darkness.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this. Please review and tell me what you thought! *Oh and Kudos to those of you who know what Nutella is! I love the stuff!!!*

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My reviewers:

Amber16 – Whew, thanks! I'm so glad that you liked it. Was worried that people wouldn't!

Molly Morrison – Yep, that Eustace is a busy guy! And, yes, Jill was going to pop in sometime soon…

Nicoletta – Thanks! Now, what makes you think that this one would have a problem… he could turn out to be decent…

Rhysel Ash – Thanks! I couldn't resist Eustace in this story again!

Tati1 – hehe, so glad you are so excited over Eustace coming back!

Starangel2106 – Nope, hehe, it wouldn't be fun to chase after no one at all…

Wynjara – hey! Clichés! Ok, so a couple, but at least there isn't some mary sue here! Thanks for the review!

Osama bin laden – yes, narnia. I love narnia!

Iaurhiwen – Yep, he will, he just loves to help me move the plot along quicker..

Azntgr01 – thanks!

Shezan – Thanks! Glad you like Eustace back in the story.

LissaPadfootLuvr –Thanks! That is such a really great compliment and I appreciate it so much! Hope this continues to reach your standards.

Lexa – Thanks! I think that the next chapter will be the huge dramatic one that everyone is looking for where everyone finds out all…

Wanderingwolf – Yeah, Eustace once was a snobby bully, kinda like Draco, but he grew up during his first adventure in narnia. Luckily harry never knew Bully Eustace!

Fizzysodda – yep, I just had to bring Eustace back!

Padawan Jan-AQ – Thanks! I'm glad you like the mini adventure, it amused me greatly!

Shirriez – Snape should learn to love. And he will… oh yes, he will love, all right!

mySakurazukamori – oops, yeah, it does sound like Harry gave them drugs. Ah well, I'll leave it in and let the more interesting people find it! Hehe

christelle- yep, Eustace is back!

Kateri1 – yeah, they are gonna remember each other, but harry is just going to take a little longer for his memory to work, and a little prodding.

Tia – yeah, hopefully it will be good!

Prongs79 - *laughs nervously* what, no, you wouldn't make evil criticisms! Noooooo!

Pip3 – Thanks, I worked on them for a while, didn't want to over do them, or under do them…I don't think that's a word…

GoddessMoonLady – Yay! So happy you see the connection. And sorry the update took too long!

Imeghan – thanks! I like nonromantic harry/sev as well, and its so hard to find decent fics out there of them too, especially ones that people don't give up on!

Rain Warrior – Yes, I am so sorry I had to leave you like that, and I am afraid I might have left you with a tiny cliff hangar this time as well.

Awen – OH, well, I will explain the picture, but it was in the prequel to this in the last chapter. Harry gave it to Snape as a present… I'm gonna be mentioning this again as well though

Ping*pong5 – Thanks! Yeah, Eustace did make a connection between the two, he has really bad timing for Sev though…hehe…

Water drifter – yes! Of course it's the same Eustace that was Harry's friend, I wouldn't be so evil to do that!

Serpentsattire – thanks! And so sorry about the cliffie! Sometimes I just can't stop myself from doing them!

Siripitus - *throws confetti* yes! You are my 100th review! Yay! *wipes away tear*

SilveredDeath – thanks! I'm glad I surprised you so that this story isn't totally predictable!

Sarily – thanks! Sorry about the ending!

Lil kawaii doom – thanks! I'm glad I came out with a sequel as well!

Walker-of-the-shadow-path – thanks! So glad that you like Eustace!

Insanechildfanfic – thanks! It makes me so happy that you like this!