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Author's note: Sorry about the mix up with chapter 4, I still don't know everything about that, but anyway. For those of you who are intrigued by little Aimi, you will here more from the girl. Chapter 5 is here, thank you for all of your reviews and please review this chapter, Thanks to my sister again who helped me proof read it. This chapter is dedicated to my friend Aimi (yes I borrowed her name for a character) as I didn't see her at my last friend gathering" and I might not see her for quite a while…so this is for you Aimi!

Chapter 5

Indeed the next morning Harry's foot hurt so much he couldn't even limp.

'Harry what did you do to your foot?' cried Hermione worriedly in the common,

'Banged against my trunk' mumbled Harry.

'Oh that is the most pathetic lie I have heard' Harry said nothing. 'Well go to madam Promfrey I am sure she'll sort it out'

'I can't walk to the hospital wing' mumbled Harry again. 'Can't you just do something to it?' asked Harry

'Ok, but it won't be as good as Madam Promfrey she's got more experience in this than me' she performed the spell and Harry's leg was as good as yesterday morning.

'Oi, look at this' shouted Ron from across the Common room.

'What?' asked Harry.

'There's a notice here, says we gotta go to McGonagall's classroom after breakfast'

'We've only been at Hogwarts for twelve hours, we couldn't have done anything wrong' said Harry earnestly.

'I don't think it's anything to do with getting into trouble' said Hermione wisely then her mood changed drastically as a thought flew at her face, 'it might be our results' she said happily, gloom spread its self over Harry and Ron's face, much as it did at the Burrow.

Harry, Ron and Hermione met all of the other sixth years in the transfiguration class, McGonagall was at the head of the classroom, looking as formidable as ever, every one else was looking either very frightened or very excited most of the sixth years present just had facial expressions of pure anxiety.

'As you were all notified during the summer you could not receive your O.W.L results as there were certain technicalities. I have them now and you will receive them… now.'

'Yes' whispered Hermione, the two boys turned to face her with only the utmost annoyance on their faces. McGonagall came around circling everyone like a hawk. She passed everyone a yellowish envelope and each had a red seal. Harry received his and like in the Burrow, with shaking hands. Harry took a deep breath shut his eyes and opened the envelope; he opened his eyes feeling very tired all of a sudden.

He read over the list of results and breathed out a sigh of relief, he was content with his results, some of them surprised him, some of them didn't and some of them were just a plain fail such 'History of Magic---T' but Harry wasn't upset, he was happy that he got the grades he needed four the four newt classes which McGonagall had advised in his Career advice session last year and as he got a good grade for 'Care of magical Creatures' he decided to take that subject as his fifth Newt, which was the minimum to be accepted into Auror training, and as Harry had no idea what he wanted to do after Hogwarts he thought that he might as well do that.

'Well thank god that is over' breathed Ron.

'Yeah' agreed Harry.

'Oh, but your forgetting' started Hermione' Harry and Ron now looked positively mournful.

'Yes Hermione' said Ron in a voice of forced calm.

'We have to do modules at the end of this year and get those results next year, so we are far from getting over results.' at this Ron and Harry slumped in their chairs any sign of relief flickered away from their faces, but Hermione was still beaming. As everyone opened their letter there was a moment of silence but that was closely followed by animated conversation but Harry noticed a few girls were on the verge of tears and some boys had very solemn faces but most were cheerful and relieved.

'You are dismissed' said McGonagall in slightly a less formidable tone than in the beginning of the meeting.

'Right well, my first lesson is Arithmancy what's yours?' asked Hermione as the three of them left the transfiguration class.

'We have Care of magical creatures' said Ron, glancing at his timetable which McGonagall told them to pick up before leaving the class.

'Well, I'll see you in the common room after lesson,' said Hermione and with a turn of bushy brown hair, she was gone.

Within five minutes the two boys were at Hagrid's cabin ready for their first newt lesson. Unfortunately and surprisingly Malfoy and his thick headed cronies attended this lesson as well, Harry and Ron thought they would have dropped it.

'Right, today we are goin' ta study Mackled Malaclaws' said Hagrid excitedly once everyone was present and registered.

'A what?' said Malfoy rudely and slowly as though talking to a really stupid person.

'A Mackled Malaclaw' repeated Hagrid 'can anyone tell me about these creatures?' asked Hagrid promptly. There was a long silence. 'Well seeing as you all o'viously didn't read you books, I'll tell you, a Mackled Malaclaw is this' said Hagrid and he brought out what looked like a lobster though green in colour.

'And that is supposed to tells us loads I suppose' drawled Malfoy, Hagrid just frowned at him.

'These live on land, one thing you never do with a Mackled Malaclaw is eat them, never do that! Cause if ya do I can guarantee ya you will be very sick and ya might as well get a very nasty green um… rash.'

Ron snorted beside Harry, but thankfully didn't gather any attention from the rest of the class.

'Now can anyone tell me  what can happen if you get bitten by one of these?' asked Hagrid to the class. There was no answer and a long silence.

'Right didn't think so, if you get bitten by a Malaclaw you might be very unlucky for about a week, but this is a different type of species of the Mackled Malaclaw' and Hagrid paused for a while, enjoying everyone's rare looks of interest. 'Do ya notice the green colour of its skin? Yeah? Well this is a darker colour of green than usual Malaclaws so that means that if you get bitten by this type of Malaclaw you will be unlucky dependin' on the deepness of the bite, so be very careful with them okay, right Parvati, you take this one, Ron take this one…' and Hagrid started handing out the lobster like creature to students individually, supplying snippets of advice in the meantime, 'be very careful and gentle with them other wise you might scare them'

'There kinda cool these things innit?' said Ron genially to Harry,

'Yeah, wouldn't like to be bitten by one though we got the Quidditch match coming up.'

'Oh yeah! When is that again? I didn't read the notice in the common this morning'

'I think it's in the end of October somewhere' said Harry, there was a pause and Ron seemed to be thinking of something because signs of frustration were all over his face.

'Um... Harry… d'you mind if I ask you a question?' asked a slightly frightened Ron. Harry hesitated wondering what on earth Ron wanted to ask him.

'S…s…sure' Harry stammered.

'You know in the summer…'

'Yeah'

'Well I think that I saw you do something and I am not sure about any of this so…' Ron paused not quite sure how he was going to put his words into an understandable sentence, he murmured very quietly to Harry so that only he could here him, 'did you um… goggle at my sister?' Harry started immediately to blush, he really didn't want to answer that question, he really didn't want to at all.

At that moment Harry wished beyond anything on earth that a distraction would come so that he didn't have to answer that question, then suddenly something in the pocket of his trousers glowed warmly and there was a strangled cry heard from somewhere to his right, he flicked his head to look at who caused the cry and then realised with amusement that Malfoy had been bitten by the Mackled Malaclaw and Hagrid was rushing over to him.

'Look's like you gotta go to Madam Promfrey to get that sorted out, Oi you.. Goyle, go with him to the hospital wing.' Ordered Hagrid.

Once Malfoy left the class complaining loudly about how his father would deal with this, Harry, Ron and the rest of the class except for the few Slytherin's burst out laughing, and thankfully Ron seemed to forget about his question owing to the excellently timed distraction.

Hagrid had been merciless with assigning homework, apparently he was rather offended about not one single person bothering to have a look at the books chose, so he decided to make everyone read three bulky chapters of the text book, and the pupils could not escape it as Hagrid said he would be testing them and if the failed they would get points deducted, Harry knew he was trying to get some discipline as a teacher but bloody hell…

'What is he playing at!' said Ron in exasperation.

'He's just trying to be a good teacher' said Hermione soothingly as the trio were spending their free double lesson in the common room (sixth and seventh years got to have free sessions)

'Yeah but Hagrid doesn't give us boring homework on the first day!' said Ron even more exasperatedly as Hermione had already started her arithmency homework.

'Look we better get a move on other wise we'll be late for Defense against the dark arts and we didn't get to see the new teacher at the feast, remember?'

'Oh yeah' said Harry, musing. Hermione snapped her books and placed her ink quill, books and parchment carefully into her bag then slung it all over her shoulder. Ron juts stuffed anything he took out of his bag (which wasn't a lot) back into his bag. Harry put his firebolt back in his dormitory as he was flying with it earlier to think, (about certain things), he noticed that one of his books was lying on the floor, without thinking he flung it into his untidy trunk with his firebolt.

Once all of them were ready they made their way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the door was open and there was some Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students already inside, sitting on the tables and bags sprawled on top of them. Harry, Ron and Hermione found three seats somewhere in the middle of the classroom and waited for the teacher to come, it wasn't long until a figure approximately five-foot five in height strolled into the classroom wearing a dark blue hooded cloak. It was then that the class noticed that the teacher had entered, they scrambled to sit on their seats and took their bags off of the tables and slumped them onto the floor.

The professor, unhooded the cloak which revealed a very pretty face, it was a woman, she took off the cloak and was wearing plain white robes, her brown very long hair was braided all the way to the tips and tied by a single plain black band making it look longer than three feet. She looked very young, probably about mid twenties and had an air of innocence in her manner but there was also something teenage like, something connective between her and her pupils which was seemed to be taken on board quite satisfactorily by all of the Hogwarts students.

'Harry… she's that woman from the Leaky Cauldron' whispered Ron in amazement, Harry could see he was trying to work down a blush.

She smiled at the class making her look even more pretty and making some of the boys in the class drool.

'My second class' she said, 'welcome, I am so sorry that I am late, promise it won't happen again, I was in Hogsmede, had to buy something. Anyway…' she turned her face from the class and grabbed a chalk and wrote her name on the black board neatly and clearly, 'my name is Professor Sarah Bendlow, but it's either Professor, or Professor Bendlow to you lot' she said kindly. And she turned to face the class again, 'Have you all got your textbooks, because if you don't I have a few spares' all the girls nodded but the boys sat stationary. 'Good, lets get started then'

Instead of telling everyone to open their books to a certain chapter, she walked towards the back of the class holding her wand and opened a wardrobe causing her braided her to flick and swing behind her, resulting in some students turning their heads to the back of the class, still drooling. A few moments later she was in the front of the class again but with a bunch of red pillows and cushions.

'What we are going to do today is just practicing with the mobilizing and levitating charms, if you all want to consider Defense against the Dark arts for you furyre, I can tell you now that the mobilizing charms are extremely useful to receive objects in stealth or in secret and if you ask any auror I am sure they will tell you that they find it very useful. I am sure Professor Flitwick taught you these spells long, long ago and I know what your thinking, "we learnt that in third year" but I am going to tell you a different kind of charm that will let you control whatever you are levitating, to stop and start, turn and fly at your word.' Many pupils looked either excited or just confused, probably because some pupils weren't paying their full attention. 'Now everyone I am going to need your help, I want a very big space in the center of the class, yes, yes that's right, good. Now let me tell you the plan… we are all going to have a massive pillow fight' there were looks of delight 'firstly without magic and then with magic, okay, now… the spell is called the controller charm and the incantation is Lomoblier contrale, could everyone just say that without their wands, so they know it please' only half the class said the incantation clearly, some just mumbled and some said nothing at all. 'Boys I am surprised, believe me these girls know the incantation and I have a hunch that they can cause some serious damage, so if you don't want to get hurt I'd advise you to pay attention' and this time the boys did listen, 'now to control your cushion or pillow you have to firstly say the incantation then say "go left", or " go right" or whatever okay?' and the class nodded some girls were laughing,' You can even say go 120 degree anticlockwise, and it'll do that, right… any questions so far?' Professor Bendlow asked kindly, a girl with blonde hair raised her hand.

'Yes?' asked the professor,

'Do we have to say the incantation all the time or only once'

'Oh yeah, I forgot about that, you only say it once and then can have as many commands as you like, any more questions?'

Another girl with glasses and dark red hair raised her hand gingerly.

'Yes dear?' said the teacher sensitively, sensing the girl's discomfort.

'Can we control the speed of our cushion?'

'Right, I was about to get to that part, you can but this spell has speed units of it's own so you have to get the unit right, there are three I'll tell you about and maybe throughout the year I'll teach some of the others' she took a breath, 'the basic speeds are called "Killers", you have either one Killer or two killers or three killers, then you have the KO's, their measures go on and on, where as the killer are only up to three. Then you have the Ane, they also go on and on but I forbid anyone to use Ane 4 or more because that's the equivalent speed of a bludger, these cushions won't hurt you but they may make you move towards something that will. Okay… any questions?' the same blonde girl put her hand up.

'What does KO's and Ane stand for Professor' she asked interestedly, 'Good question can anyone answer her?' and naturally Hermione shot her hand up so fast she hit Ron.

'Oh sorry Ron' whispered Hermione.

'Yes?' said the Professor.

'The KO's stand for knock outs and the Ane's stand for Anesthesia' said Hermione promptly, through her professional tone of voice any one could see that she was, like the rest of the class, excited about the upcoming task,

'Very good Miss… er... I'm sorry I didn't take the register; I don't usually bother about those things'

'Miss Granger' said Hermione.

'Oh so you're Hermione Granger, oh…I've heard about you,' Harry cast her a side ways glance and saw that she was pink in the face

'Well anyway are there any more questions?' there was a pause 'Nope? Good, now I want the girls on one side of the room, yes good, good and the boys on the other but before you move…' she said once everyone started to scramble, 'I want everyone of you to get a cushion from the front of the classroom.' Everyone scraped around the classroom pushing each other to reach the front and there was a lot of talking, especially among the boys, once everyone was in position and everyone possessed a cushion, Professor Bendlow started instructing, while she placed herself with the girls,

'Right then first without magic and when I blow my whistle with, so we can see the difference and efficiency, okay, right ready and…'

'But professor' said one of the boys, embarrassed.

'Yes?' Professor Bendlow asked.

'It's not fair if they have more people than us'

'So? Are you saying I can't join them?' asked the professor in a fake offended way.

'No, but the odds are against us then' his argument went from a confident voice to a slight squeak.

'Yeah, but I don't care, so if you lot want to win, you'd better keep on your toes. Now everyone ready!' and she blew the whistle. There was an instant uproar as everyone's excitement burst like water from a dam. Pillows were being thrown everywhere and a lot of laughing and screaming followed this, all of the chaos and commotion carried on for about fifteen minutes, until Professor Bendlow blew her whistle out of exhaustion, she was panting and out of breath just like everyone else.

'Right… s'cuse me, oh God that was really tiring, anyway, now can anyone tell me if they noticed that that was very tiring?' the whole class nodded, some of them chuckled, 'this time I think I better put a silencing charm on the door, I think we were kinda loud, we might be disturbing other lessons, y'see Proffessor McGonagall never did take a liking to my style of fun. Okay, now this time with magic, so can anyone remember the incantation' and immediately Hermione's hand shot up from the sea of pupils,

'Yes Miss Granger?'

'It's Lomoblier contrale' said Hermione who was also panting.

'Very good, now on my whistle say the incantation and do whatever command you want, right, wands at the ready…' and she blew her whistle, just like the first time there was instant uproar, but the cushions seemed to have minds of their own, there was always a flash of red or yellow flying past Harry and quite a few times he got hit, by varying strengths.

Hermione's cushion seemed to want to attack Ron a lot, it kept changing direction quickly and sharply so Ron was confused a lot of the time and got hit quite a lot.

Harry was attacked by everyone, but everyone was attacked by everyone, the boys seemed to get a bit dazed because they started hitting each other towards the end, the girls seemed to be in control but also had to dodge a few cushions but they weren't hit as many times as the boys. Harry was having a really good time; he didn't enjoy a Defense against the dark arts lesson like this scince Lupin taught them. After about half an hour Proffessor Bendlow blew her whistle much to the classes' disappointment.

'All right everyone, we have about twenty minutes to put the tables back, then the bell will ring and we better be ready so you can get out, I don't want to keep you in here on your break, well that was what I remember from my own Hogwarts days, so come on hurry up, lets get this sorted' and then there was a second scrambling to get all of the chairs and tables into it's original state. Even though they were all rushing as if there was only half a minute left, they finished before the bell rang.

'Well I hope you enjoyed that lesson, I know that I did, well, seeing as the bell hasn't rang yet, you can leave early.' She said kindly.

There were cries of 'Goodbye Proffessor' and she would say 'Goodbye' back to every single individual. She seemed to be very popular, especially with the boys and the girls seemed to find her like an older sister. Professor Bendlow was very much at the center of conversation throughout all students at Hogwarts, during lunch you could hear the buzz of students talking and chatting animatedly about professor Bendlow, her name could be heard within every group of people Harry past, and in the Great Hall while Professor Bendlow walked up to the staff table from between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables a lot of heads flicked towards her direction, her braided hair swinging behind her did result in some eyes being caught. Even through Charms class that afternoon, Professor Bendlow and her lesson was the only subject talked and thought about.

Harry had a pleasant and joyful first day, apart from the trunk in his dormitory which seemed to be getting increasingly messier everytime he went to his dormitory. Although he did have a lot of homework even if it was only from Hagrid and Flitwick, a lot of thoughts made him feel better, like how the report came out at lunch time that Malfoy will be unlucky for a period of three months as he got bitten three times, which meant that Slytherin will most likely lose the Quidditch match.

Harry wondered what Professor Bendlow taught the fifth years that day, he wondered how Ginny would react to a pillow fight for a lesson, probably viciously, just like that mud fight they all had at the burrow when he arrived, he quite liked that mud fight, and he quite liked those Quidditch games, he quite liked Ginny… WHAT! Where did that come from? He didn't know, all right time for a straight-forward question… 'Do I like Ginny?' thought Harry, he felt deep down that he was denying it all the time, every second of every minute of every hour of every day, but even deeper down he knew that… well… he guessed he probably… maybe…  just maybe he did like her. Phew… that's out, 'so what am I supposed to do now?' he thought in frustration, it was like he was rooted to one spot as a thought just walked into his head, he would have to tell Ginny, WHAT! Why should he do that? Where will that get him? Maybe… maybe… just maybe…

Author's Note: I felt really guilty about the OWL results thing, because I felt that I was entering to far into the domain of JKR and that is not my place, besides I don't know what the results will be, only JKR knows that and I am in position for insinuating anything.  Thank you again for your reviews, here is my notes.

HG: thanks for reviewing and I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the chapter (sorry about the mix up)

Fatadder: Sorry about the mix up, I totally agree with you about turning the characters American, but I like to laugh at those fan fic's but praise be to their author's for doing such a thing, quite a brave thing to do in my opinion.

Mira boo: glad you like my chapter especially Aimi. Keep reading and keep reviewing (I am running out of things to say)

Melvianna: Hey thanks for your review I am really glad that you think my fan fic is good, it touches my heart, I don't mind if your hyper as long as you don't embarrass yourself. (it relieves me to know you're not being sarcastic)

My eyes are dying: how do you know I was talking about my friend? Strange… isn't it?

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