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Chapter Seven-The REAL first day of classes!
The seventh years filed into Professor McGonagall's classroom, a gray tabby cat with noticeable markings around it's eyes greeted them, much, actually, exactly like there first Transfiguration Lesson, six years previous.
After the entire class was there and staring at the cat, the Cat jumped off of McGonagall's desk and transformed mid-jump into the severe Gryfindor Head of House, just like six years prior!
"Welcome to seventh year Transfiguration. Seventh year, the year of you will finally take you Nastily Exhausting Wizarding tests. Anamagus Transformations, as you've just seen, are just one of the many aspects of Human Transfiguration, as I hope you all know what that is, coming this far, we will cover. We will chiefly devote much of this term to Human Transfiguration, including seeing which, if any of you have anamagus or Metamorphagus abilities." McGonagall lectured, on about what they'd be covering through out the year.
The class ended and everyone trudged off to their next lesson.
Harry to Care of Magical Creatures.
"Welcome ta Care o Magical Creatures, t'is year here is ya final year, ya NEWT ye'r. We're gone be studi the house elves, and mano tha creatures ya been observing o'er tha years ere, ma'be e'en bi tha end we an get ta ya, tha psychology of ya, en them. We goin star wit ouse elves t'morrow, some o hem volunteer'd for o'r studi. W're goin ta ga inta all kinds o things creatures ta ya ta fantysies. Shud b en interesten year for us all, we all gonna learn somthin new through his. Dumbledore sounds like he may e'en have o surprise for ya. Sometim 'his ear."
Lunch.
"Attention, Attention," McGonagall called in the great hall. Students stared at the Deputy Headmistress, then quieted down as Dumbledore stood up, "I am sorry once more to inform you all that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor has yet to arrive, therefore his classes are cancelled till I inform you of his arrival, thank you for you attention." The hoary headed swain sat down.
Harry turned to Blaise and Theo, "When'd he tell us this?"
"This morning after you left," Blaise informed him.
"Thanks Spider, now don't forget about practice, I'm going to the library."
"Again!?" Theo exclaimed.
"Yeah, again, see ya in class."
Harry got to the library and hit the books immediately, five minutes later, Neville and Gryfindor joined him. "Hey, Harry," Neville greeted, Harry just nodded to them, and kept right on going through his text.
With ten minutes left in lunch, Harry got up and left the library with out a word.
"Is he always like that?" Hermione asked Neville, as Harry walked out.
"Yeah, much of the time, he's not the most talkative fellow."
"Why?"
"I've never asked." And the two Gryfindors headed after Harry to Potions.
When they arrived Neville went and sat beside Harry, and Hermione joined a fellow Gryfindor seventh year girl, the next table over, "Hey Erica, mind if I sit here?"
"Why wouldn't I girl? What's it like with The Boy Who Lived, the Slytherin Bastard?"
"Wouldn't that be Malfoy?"
"Oh, your right, well that shite head Potter?"
"It's fine, I've had no problems so far."
"Really!" Hermione nodded, "He hasn't been a total prat?"
"No, he is friends with Neville you know?"
"I know, and that's really odd, I wonder why..."
Over to Harry and Neville's station, "You know Harry, if it weren't for you, I'd have flunked out of this course years ago, thanks mate!"
"And if it weren't for you, I would have failed Herbology, so we're even."
The class went silent as Snape's billowing robes and footsteps echoed outside, "Welcome to your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Levels year, and you will be Nastily Exhausted by this class, you'll have potions ingredients coming out of your ears, if you take it seriously and do it right! By the end," Snape lectured in a loathsome voice.
And yes, another NEWTS Lecture, and much the same following in Herbology, just not in the evil tones.
Three-Fifty-Eight, PM. "Good Spider, Theo, Eric, Vince, Greg, Where's Malfoy?"
"I don't' know Captain," grunted Crabbe.
"What Potter, you don't call me by my first name?" Malfoy asked coming in from the doorway.
"Well Draco, not when you have not graced us with your attendance. Come on boys ten laps, Draco Twenty, let's go, let's go," Harry commanded.
After everyone finished there laps, Harry pulled out the quaffle, "Come on boys, time to pass the Quaffle, hand eye coordination," after twenty minutes of pass the quaffle. "I'm going to release the bludgers and snitch, everybody ready? Spider run chaser formations, I want to tackle that snitch."
"I got it Harry," Blaise replied, "Come on boys, the Hawkshed Formation, let's go."
Five-Fifth-teen, "We're done, let's tackle those Bludgers to the box." Harry tackled one and Eric, the keeper and only non-seventh year the other, the snitch already safely put away.
"Next practice Wednesday, six-thirty till eight-thirty, schedules posted in the common room, if you forget." The team headed to dinner.
Harry quickly ate and left the hall, to the head dorm for a bath. Homework and....
"Slytherin?" Gryfindor asked coming through the portrait hole, "you know we have patrol tonight..."
"Ten to eleven, yeah, I know."
There's Chapter seven, hopefully we'll get some common room conversations next chapter, I'll try, and the defense teacher lets hope shows up (
Please drop me a line, review, let me know what you think of this off the wall story, eventually you'll find out, just what Dumbledore did...
One more thing, YEAH DETROIT PISTONS-2004 NBA WORLD CHAMPIONS!!!
Chapter Seven-The REAL first day of classes!
The seventh years filed into Professor McGonagall's classroom, a gray tabby cat with noticeable markings around it's eyes greeted them, much, actually, exactly like there first Transfiguration Lesson, six years previous.
After the entire class was there and staring at the cat, the Cat jumped off of McGonagall's desk and transformed mid-jump into the severe Gryfindor Head of House, just like six years prior!
"Welcome to seventh year Transfiguration. Seventh year, the year of you will finally take you Nastily Exhausting Wizarding tests. Anamagus Transformations, as you've just seen, are just one of the many aspects of Human Transfiguration, as I hope you all know what that is, coming this far, we will cover. We will chiefly devote much of this term to Human Transfiguration, including seeing which, if any of you have anamagus or Metamorphagus abilities." McGonagall lectured, on about what they'd be covering through out the year.
The class ended and everyone trudged off to their next lesson.
Harry to Care of Magical Creatures.
"Welcome ta Care o Magical Creatures, t'is year here is ya final year, ya NEWT ye'r. We're gone be studi the house elves, and mano tha creatures ya been observing o'er tha years ere, ma'be e'en bi tha end we an get ta ya, tha psychology of ya, en them. We goin star wit ouse elves t'morrow, some o hem volunteer'd for o'r studi. W're goin ta ga inta all kinds o things creatures ta ya ta fantysies. Shud b en interesten year for us all, we all gonna learn somthin new through his. Dumbledore sounds like he may e'en have o surprise for ya. Sometim 'his ear."
Lunch.
"Attention, Attention," McGonagall called in the great hall. Students stared at the Deputy Headmistress, then quieted down as Dumbledore stood up, "I am sorry once more to inform you all that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor has yet to arrive, therefore his classes are cancelled till I inform you of his arrival, thank you for you attention." The hoary headed swain sat down.
Harry turned to Blaise and Theo, "When'd he tell us this?"
"This morning after you left," Blaise informed him.
"Thanks Spider, now don't forget about practice, I'm going to the library."
"Again!?" Theo exclaimed.
"Yeah, again, see ya in class."
Harry got to the library and hit the books immediately, five minutes later, Neville and Gryfindor joined him. "Hey, Harry," Neville greeted, Harry just nodded to them, and kept right on going through his text.
With ten minutes left in lunch, Harry got up and left the library with out a word.
"Is he always like that?" Hermione asked Neville, as Harry walked out.
"Yeah, much of the time, he's not the most talkative fellow."
"Why?"
"I've never asked." And the two Gryfindors headed after Harry to Potions.
When they arrived Neville went and sat beside Harry, and Hermione joined a fellow Gryfindor seventh year girl, the next table over, "Hey Erica, mind if I sit here?"
"Why wouldn't I girl? What's it like with The Boy Who Lived, the Slytherin Bastard?"
"Wouldn't that be Malfoy?"
"Oh, your right, well that shite head Potter?"
"It's fine, I've had no problems so far."
"Really!" Hermione nodded, "He hasn't been a total prat?"
"No, he is friends with Neville you know?"
"I know, and that's really odd, I wonder why..."
Over to Harry and Neville's station, "You know Harry, if it weren't for you, I'd have flunked out of this course years ago, thanks mate!"
"And if it weren't for you, I would have failed Herbology, so we're even."
The class went silent as Snape's billowing robes and footsteps echoed outside, "Welcome to your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Levels year, and you will be Nastily Exhausted by this class, you'll have potions ingredients coming out of your ears, if you take it seriously and do it right! By the end," Snape lectured in a loathsome voice.
And yes, another NEWTS Lecture, and much the same following in Herbology, just not in the evil tones.
Three-Fifty-Eight, PM. "Good Spider, Theo, Eric, Vince, Greg, Where's Malfoy?"
"I don't' know Captain," grunted Crabbe.
"What Potter, you don't call me by my first name?" Malfoy asked coming in from the doorway.
"Well Draco, not when you have not graced us with your attendance. Come on boys ten laps, Draco Twenty, let's go, let's go," Harry commanded.
After everyone finished there laps, Harry pulled out the quaffle, "Come on boys, time to pass the Quaffle, hand eye coordination," after twenty minutes of pass the quaffle. "I'm going to release the bludgers and snitch, everybody ready? Spider run chaser formations, I want to tackle that snitch."
"I got it Harry," Blaise replied, "Come on boys, the Hawkshed Formation, let's go."
Five-Fifth-teen, "We're done, let's tackle those Bludgers to the box." Harry tackled one and Eric, the keeper and only non-seventh year the other, the snitch already safely put away.
"Next practice Wednesday, six-thirty till eight-thirty, schedules posted in the common room, if you forget." The team headed to dinner.
Harry quickly ate and left the hall, to the head dorm for a bath. Homework and....
"Slytherin?" Gryfindor asked coming through the portrait hole, "you know we have patrol tonight..."
"Ten to eleven, yeah, I know."
There's Chapter seven, hopefully we'll get some common room conversations next chapter, I'll try, and the defense teacher lets hope shows up (
Please drop me a line, review, let me know what you think of this off the wall story, eventually you'll find out, just what Dumbledore did...
One more thing, YEAH DETROIT PISTONS-2004 NBA WORLD CHAMPIONS!!!