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A/N: Twelfth chapter! Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe.
To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: The idea for Dumbledore in bunny slippers and the idea for the squirrel at the end of this chapter were given to me by my faithful reviewer natyslacks. Thanks nat! You're a lifesaver when it comes to Grey Squirrel! Oh and Grey Squirrel is a he.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I do not own the Holocaust (thank god). I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own the plot, too. I own the outfits, and I own Time of Night.
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A Lesson with Orrin
*Flashback*
Harry burst into Professor Dumbledore's office, out of breath from running twelve flights of stairs. Harry's gaze landed on Dumbledore, who was pouring two cups of tea. Hermione told Harry that Dumbledore mixed the tea with a calming drought. Maybe Dumbledore was addicted to the potion and was creepy that Dumbledore seemed so calm during moments such like when he had announced that Hogwarts was no longer safe when Harry was in his second year.
"Harry! How are you?" Dumbledore asked jovially.
"Not good, Professor," Harry replied.
"Do tell," Dumbledore said and gestured for Harry to sit down.
Harry sat down and refused the tea offering. "It's about Sirius," Harry said.
Dumbledore leaned back. "Ah, what is it?" he asked.
Harry shifted slightly in his seat. "Err, I saw something... in the fire," Harry replied.
"What did you see?"
"Sirius."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Oh."
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
"Of course not, Harry."
"Sure you don't."
"I'm serious!"
"You're not Sirius! You're Dumbledore!"
"I know that, Harry. Please, be serious."
"I can't be Sirius!"
"Yes, you can!"
"No, I can't!"
"Harry, I think you're perfectly capable of being serious."
Harry plugged his ears shut. "Lalala! I can't hear you!" Harry said in a singing voice as he ran out of the room.
~*~
Blaise was walking through the halls, contemplating the fact that they had to have a dance partner for the show. Draco Malfoy had kicked her out of his room at first sight, so that ruled him out. She didn't know where Spike was. She wasn't going to take any of the other Slytherins or a filthy mudblood or poor kid.
She yelped as a tall boy appeared from behind a stature and bumped into her. Bespectacled, green eyes looked down at her in surprise, obscured by an unruly, black fringe.
"Jackpot," she whispered as she found herself on the floor. Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her up into a standing position. There was probably an inch of space between them. Blaise looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Are you blind, Potter?" Blaise asked.
"Obviously, because you're so beautiful. You shouldn't be beautiful," Harry said.
"I thought I was an ugly whore to you," Blaise said.
"My mind likes to play tricks on me," he explained.
"Don't lie, Potter. It's so Slytherin to lie. Just admit that it was your stupidity that did not recognize my appeal," Blaise replied.
"I'd rather not," Harry said rather bluntly.
Blaise shrugged and picked up her bag, giving Harry a view of her backside. She stood back up, reshouldering her bag.
"Can you dance, Potter?" Blaise asked.
"If it's choreographed, yes," Harry answered.
"Then meet me in the Room of Requirement tomorrow," Blaise said.
Harry did the most insane act that he could have possibly done—he kissed Blaise. Blaise did not allow pitiful lip kisses. She slid her tongue into his mouth without invitation. They stumbled down the hall until they reached the Room of Requirement. Blaise leapt up and wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could carry her. The door opened and they rushed in. Harry locked the door before he dropped Blaise on a couch to continue their rendezvous.
*End flashback*
~*~
Hermione was trying to hold a straight face, but was failing miserably as giggles continued to escape her lips. She was watching her brother try to tutor Draco on the Revolutionary War. And the only way Draco understood was in reenactment.
Draco was dressed in a mock American uniform while Orrin wore a lot of red. Orrin was explaining the fact that the Americans had had a better strategy when it came to uniforms and stealth. Draco had been smirking at the fact that he was dressed as the American.
"Draco, you're not really American. You're British," Orrin reminded Draco.
"Damn straight," Draco retorted.
"Then why are you so happy that the Yankees had a better strategy?" Orrin asked.
"Because right now I'm acting like an American and you're acting like a British man. Plus, I killed you," Draco said, indicating the paintball stain on Orrin's red jacket.
Orrin rolled his eyes and gave up. Draco shot a smile at Hermione and ran over to her. He picked her up and began a ridiculous waltz with her in his arms.
"I feel pretty!" he sang. "Oh so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and gay!" he stopped and frowned before singing again.
"I feel pretty and witty and straight!" he sang in a deep voice.
Hermione laughed loudly. Orrin arched an eyebrow at their idiocy.
"Draco, stop. My side's hurting from laughing," Hermione whined.
Draco just chuckled and let go of her.
~*~
The next day, the muggle studies class waited for their teacher. Dumbledore had made all of the Slytherins take the class, so most of the class was a sea of green, speckled with yellow, blue, and red.
Orrin walked into the room, dressed in muggle clothes with a loose tie. "Hey class. You shall address me as Orrin and nothing else. I will call you by your first names, and nicknames if you like. This is a casual class. You will not need books and assignments will be rare. Anyone who does not agree with my teaching may leave this class and receive the lowest possible score on your finals.
Thanks to my sister, Hermione, I know quite a lot about the wizarding world, and I know a lot about the muggle world," Orrin said and sat down on the top of his desk, at the front and center of the room.
"Believe it or not, the wizarding and muggle worlds are a lot alike. Today, we'll be discussing the Holocaust," he continued.
Everyone was stiff in their chairs, looking like stone figures.
"For the gods' sake, relax! I'm only three years older than you guys! Take off yours robes. You are wearing your uniforms underneath! Slouch! Hell if I'm going to reprimand you for wanting to rest. The main rule is: don't sleep in my class. I will work hard for all of you to find this interesting. You all have different views on muggles. I myself am a muggle, but I am not ignorant of magic like most muggles.
So...who can tell the class what the Holocaust was?" Orrin finished.
"Seamus," he said the boy's name who had his hand in the air.
"The Holocaust was a time of the killing of European Jews by the Nazis during World War II," Seamus answered.
"Exactly, Seamus. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, who can tell me who the Nazis were?" Orrin asked.
Justin Finch-Fletchey answered. "They were followers of Adolph Hitler," he answered.
"Correct. Five points to Hufflepuff. Tell me who Adolph Hitler was," Orrin said.
Hermione answered. "Adolph Hitler was a power hungry German who wanted to rid the earth of what he called scum and wanted to eventually rule the world," Hermione said.
"Good," Orrin said, noticing that the gears were beginning to turn inside their adolescent minds.
"I'd like to tell you what Hitler did. Hitler was prejudiced. The Jews were his targets. It's like saying that a brunette with brown eyes thought that another girl should die because she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Hitler hated the Jews because they were different.
So what did Hitler do? He found followers and began raiding homes. They captured Jews from their homes. Even children.
If a nonJew was caught hiding a Jew, then they were also taken. The Jews and their protectors were taken to concentration camps.
A lot of Jews would wait in lines, robbed of all of their possessions and their clothes. They were forced into houses and stood, not knowing what to expect. Gases went off in the house and killed them. Women were raped, spat upon, and then killed if they didn't die during the rape. If the fugitives were ever given food, then the food was poisoned. Children were slaves, and if they made a mistake, they were tortured and killed.
The Jews were made to dig a ditch, run out of their tents in the nude, and be shot into their graves. They had to dig their own graves," Orrin said.
Everyone was pale with shock and horror. Orrin smiled. "But the funny thing is, there's a Holocaust happening right now. Who can tell me who the newest Hitler?" Orrin asked.
Neville raised his hand. "V-Voldemort," he whispered.
Hermione smiled weakly. She knew it took a lot for Neville to say the Dark Lord's name.
"And who are the Jews?" Orrin asked softly.
"The muggle borns and half bloods," Mandy Brocklehurst breathed.
"And the Nazis?" Orrin asked.
"Purebloods," Draco answered.
The bell rang. "You guys can go. No homework," Orrin said as everyone left the room, deep in discussion of their lesson.
Hermione walked up to Orrin and smiled. "Nice first lesson," she said.
"Thanks 'Mione. You'd better get going. Dinner's in ten minutes," Orrin said.
Hermione nodded and left the room. She dropped off her things in her room before running off to the music room. Draco was already there.
"What did you think about the lesson?" she asked.
"It was an eye opener for the DE's-to-be," Draco replied.
"Come on. We'd better go or we'll miss lunch," Hermione said.
Draco nodded and the two left.
~*~
Grey Squirrel stood in the woods, snickering happily to himself. About a thousand squirrels sat before him, holding acorns with twigs running through them.
"We will do anything to get my Loves! Don't let anyone stop you! Tally ho!" he yelled.
A chorus of high-pitched yells sounded as their tiny feet carried them to the doomed castle.
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A/N: So. You like? I like? You like? Lol. Please review!
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A/N: Twelfth chapter! Well, here's another chapter. Kito is still most loved. Hehehe.
To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: The idea for Dumbledore in bunny slippers and the idea for the squirrel at the end of this chapter were given to me by my faithful reviewer natyslacks. Thanks nat! You're a lifesaver when it comes to Grey Squirrel! Oh and Grey Squirrel is a he.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I do not own the Holocaust (thank god). I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own the plot, too. I own the outfits, and I own Time of Night.
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A Lesson with Orrin
*Flashback*
Harry burst into Professor Dumbledore's office, out of breath from running twelve flights of stairs. Harry's gaze landed on Dumbledore, who was pouring two cups of tea. Hermione told Harry that Dumbledore mixed the tea with a calming drought. Maybe Dumbledore was addicted to the potion and was creepy that Dumbledore seemed so calm during moments such like when he had announced that Hogwarts was no longer safe when Harry was in his second year.
"Harry! How are you?" Dumbledore asked jovially.
"Not good, Professor," Harry replied.
"Do tell," Dumbledore said and gestured for Harry to sit down.
Harry sat down and refused the tea offering. "It's about Sirius," Harry said.
Dumbledore leaned back. "Ah, what is it?" he asked.
Harry shifted slightly in his seat. "Err, I saw something... in the fire," Harry replied.
"What did you see?"
"Sirius."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Oh."
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
"Of course not, Harry."
"Sure you don't."
"I'm serious!"
"You're not Sirius! You're Dumbledore!"
"I know that, Harry. Please, be serious."
"I can't be Sirius!"
"Yes, you can!"
"No, I can't!"
"Harry, I think you're perfectly capable of being serious."
Harry plugged his ears shut. "Lalala! I can't hear you!" Harry said in a singing voice as he ran out of the room.
~*~
Blaise was walking through the halls, contemplating the fact that they had to have a dance partner for the show. Draco Malfoy had kicked her out of his room at first sight, so that ruled him out. She didn't know where Spike was. She wasn't going to take any of the other Slytherins or a filthy mudblood or poor kid.
She yelped as a tall boy appeared from behind a stature and bumped into her. Bespectacled, green eyes looked down at her in surprise, obscured by an unruly, black fringe.
"Jackpot," she whispered as she found herself on the floor. Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her up into a standing position. There was probably an inch of space between them. Blaise looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Are you blind, Potter?" Blaise asked.
"Obviously, because you're so beautiful. You shouldn't be beautiful," Harry said.
"I thought I was an ugly whore to you," Blaise said.
"My mind likes to play tricks on me," he explained.
"Don't lie, Potter. It's so Slytherin to lie. Just admit that it was your stupidity that did not recognize my appeal," Blaise replied.
"I'd rather not," Harry said rather bluntly.
Blaise shrugged and picked up her bag, giving Harry a view of her backside. She stood back up, reshouldering her bag.
"Can you dance, Potter?" Blaise asked.
"If it's choreographed, yes," Harry answered.
"Then meet me in the Room of Requirement tomorrow," Blaise said.
Harry did the most insane act that he could have possibly done—he kissed Blaise. Blaise did not allow pitiful lip kisses. She slid her tongue into his mouth without invitation. They stumbled down the hall until they reached the Room of Requirement. Blaise leapt up and wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could carry her. The door opened and they rushed in. Harry locked the door before he dropped Blaise on a couch to continue their rendezvous.
*End flashback*
~*~
Hermione was trying to hold a straight face, but was failing miserably as giggles continued to escape her lips. She was watching her brother try to tutor Draco on the Revolutionary War. And the only way Draco understood was in reenactment.
Draco was dressed in a mock American uniform while Orrin wore a lot of red. Orrin was explaining the fact that the Americans had had a better strategy when it came to uniforms and stealth. Draco had been smirking at the fact that he was dressed as the American.
"Draco, you're not really American. You're British," Orrin reminded Draco.
"Damn straight," Draco retorted.
"Then why are you so happy that the Yankees had a better strategy?" Orrin asked.
"Because right now I'm acting like an American and you're acting like a British man. Plus, I killed you," Draco said, indicating the paintball stain on Orrin's red jacket.
Orrin rolled his eyes and gave up. Draco shot a smile at Hermione and ran over to her. He picked her up and began a ridiculous waltz with her in his arms.
"I feel pretty!" he sang. "Oh so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and gay!" he stopped and frowned before singing again.
"I feel pretty and witty and straight!" he sang in a deep voice.
Hermione laughed loudly. Orrin arched an eyebrow at their idiocy.
"Draco, stop. My side's hurting from laughing," Hermione whined.
Draco just chuckled and let go of her.
~*~
The next day, the muggle studies class waited for their teacher. Dumbledore had made all of the Slytherins take the class, so most of the class was a sea of green, speckled with yellow, blue, and red.
Orrin walked into the room, dressed in muggle clothes with a loose tie. "Hey class. You shall address me as Orrin and nothing else. I will call you by your first names, and nicknames if you like. This is a casual class. You will not need books and assignments will be rare. Anyone who does not agree with my teaching may leave this class and receive the lowest possible score on your finals.
Thanks to my sister, Hermione, I know quite a lot about the wizarding world, and I know a lot about the muggle world," Orrin said and sat down on the top of his desk, at the front and center of the room.
"Believe it or not, the wizarding and muggle worlds are a lot alike. Today, we'll be discussing the Holocaust," he continued.
Everyone was stiff in their chairs, looking like stone figures.
"For the gods' sake, relax! I'm only three years older than you guys! Take off yours robes. You are wearing your uniforms underneath! Slouch! Hell if I'm going to reprimand you for wanting to rest. The main rule is: don't sleep in my class. I will work hard for all of you to find this interesting. You all have different views on muggles. I myself am a muggle, but I am not ignorant of magic like most muggles.
So...who can tell the class what the Holocaust was?" Orrin finished.
"Seamus," he said the boy's name who had his hand in the air.
"The Holocaust was a time of the killing of European Jews by the Nazis during World War II," Seamus answered.
"Exactly, Seamus. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, who can tell me who the Nazis were?" Orrin asked.
Justin Finch-Fletchey answered. "They were followers of Adolph Hitler," he answered.
"Correct. Five points to Hufflepuff. Tell me who Adolph Hitler was," Orrin said.
Hermione answered. "Adolph Hitler was a power hungry German who wanted to rid the earth of what he called scum and wanted to eventually rule the world," Hermione said.
"Good," Orrin said, noticing that the gears were beginning to turn inside their adolescent minds.
"I'd like to tell you what Hitler did. Hitler was prejudiced. The Jews were his targets. It's like saying that a brunette with brown eyes thought that another girl should die because she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Hitler hated the Jews because they were different.
So what did Hitler do? He found followers and began raiding homes. They captured Jews from their homes. Even children.
If a nonJew was caught hiding a Jew, then they were also taken. The Jews and their protectors were taken to concentration camps.
A lot of Jews would wait in lines, robbed of all of their possessions and their clothes. They were forced into houses and stood, not knowing what to expect. Gases went off in the house and killed them. Women were raped, spat upon, and then killed if they didn't die during the rape. If the fugitives were ever given food, then the food was poisoned. Children were slaves, and if they made a mistake, they were tortured and killed.
The Jews were made to dig a ditch, run out of their tents in the nude, and be shot into their graves. They had to dig their own graves," Orrin said.
Everyone was pale with shock and horror. Orrin smiled. "But the funny thing is, there's a Holocaust happening right now. Who can tell me who the newest Hitler?" Orrin asked.
Neville raised his hand. "V-Voldemort," he whispered.
Hermione smiled weakly. She knew it took a lot for Neville to say the Dark Lord's name.
"And who are the Jews?" Orrin asked softly.
"The muggle borns and half bloods," Mandy Brocklehurst breathed.
"And the Nazis?" Orrin asked.
"Purebloods," Draco answered.
The bell rang. "You guys can go. No homework," Orrin said as everyone left the room, deep in discussion of their lesson.
Hermione walked up to Orrin and smiled. "Nice first lesson," she said.
"Thanks 'Mione. You'd better get going. Dinner's in ten minutes," Orrin said.
Hermione nodded and left the room. She dropped off her things in her room before running off to the music room. Draco was already there.
"What did you think about the lesson?" she asked.
"It was an eye opener for the DE's-to-be," Draco replied.
"Come on. We'd better go or we'll miss lunch," Hermione said.
Draco nodded and the two left.
~*~
Grey Squirrel stood in the woods, snickering happily to himself. About a thousand squirrels sat before him, holding acorns with twigs running through them.
"We will do anything to get my Loves! Don't let anyone stop you! Tally ho!" he yelled.
A chorus of high-pitched yells sounded as their tiny feet carried them to the doomed castle.
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A/N: So. You like? I like? You like? Lol. Please review!
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