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"Now that the Dark Lord have returned, curfew will be imposed on all students. Every one is expected to be in their Common Room by ten in the night. And any one caught wandering in grounds or anywhere in Hogwarts will have one hundred points removed from their respective houses and the teacher who caught you will speak to your head of House. Now off to bed!"
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Harry looked at his teaching schedule, which was passed to him by his ex-Transfiguration teacher, and he groaned.
"Gryffindor and Slytherin! Fifth year! What a way to start my day," muttered Harry darkly.
"What's wrong, Professor Marrow?" asked Cho as she sat down beside Harry and started to eat her breakfast. Harry stared her.
"Do you think that Gryffindor and Slytherin are on the best term?" asked Harry.
"How did you know?"
"The Slytherin and Gryffindor hatred to each other was legendary," replied Harry as he continued to attack his sausage with his fork and knife. He munched the toast as he continued, "I was home tutored by my parents and they were from Hogwarts, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. They had informed me that the hatred was ridiculously long, since Hogwarts was founded."
"So, I see," said Cho as she stared at Harry. Harry finished his food, stood up and wiped his mouth and said, "Nice talking to you, Mrs Chang. But I have lessons to prepare. Bye."
"Bye."
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Harry was sitting in his room preparing for his lesson when Dumbledore interrupted.
"Professor Marrow? Can I come?"
Harry waved his hand and Dumbledore walked in. The headmaster sat down at one of the chairs and ask, "So, Professor. What are you going to teach your fifth year today?"
Harry replied without looking up from the pile of parchment that surrounded him. "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Dumbledore was shocked.
"You are going to teach them on Lord Voldemort?"
"Professor, I have been through some thoughts last night. I realized that Lord Voldemort was only a cover name for his misdeeds. I refuse to call him by Lord Voldemort, a name he fashion out for himself because of is father," replied Harry.
Then a knock on the door and a red hair boy poke his head in.
"Professor, may we come in?" asked the boy in what seems to the boy as a brave voice. However, the quiver in his tone betrayed him. Harry smiled at the Gryffindor boy and nodded his head. The boy disappeared and a shout could be heard. "Guys, it's ok! Professor Marrow calls us to come in."
Harry turned his attention back to Dumbledore and asked, "Which Weasley's son?"
"Fred and Angelina's son," replied the Headmaster. "Look, James, I better get going."
"Thanks! Bye Albus," said Harry as he waved good-bye to the aged mage. Dumbledore smiled and walked out the classroom. After Dumbledore had left, the Gryffindor slowly walked into the classroom. All of them were feeling unease about the lack of books or other anti dark arts magical items. There were only an ancient Firebolt as decoration on the wall behind their teacher. Harry smiled at the Gryffindor who had settle down.
"Welcome to your first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson," declared Professor Marrow as he scans the class. Some how he noticed that the Slytherin was absent. "However, the Slytherin failed to turn up for today's lesson," said Harry as his voice turned hard and cold. "I want all of you stay here while I will – er – retrieve your school mates who are cowering in the Common Room."
At these words, Harry walked to the back of the class and took out his wand. He removed the parchment and walked out of the classroom. Pointing his wand at the piece of parchment, Harry muttered, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good!"
At once, lines started to form and criss-crossed from Harry's wand. Once the map was fully operational, Harry pointed once again.
"Slytherin Common Room," muttered Harry. His wand started to move from his dot, taking the shortest route available for Harry to reach the Slytherin Common Room. Once Harry saw his wand stop at the dungeon, a small bubble appeared and the words written on it?
"King of Serpents."
"Mischief managed," whispered Harry and he stuffed the parchment back into his robe. Harry ran straight to the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. There, he announced to the stonewall that stood guarding the only way in, "king of Serpents!"
A small hiss escaped as the wall moved aside, the shouting that reached him was high. Harry doubted that anyone would hear him entering. The Slytherin fifth year was celebrating how they will escape the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson and escape punishment. Suddenly a cold voice cuts loudly and clearly thought the Common Room.
"Care to explain why you people wants to escape the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson?"
The Slytherin froze. From the entrance, their Defense Against the Dark Art teacher, James Marrow, was stalking towards them in a very menacing way. A word or two that Harry heard was, "Oh shit."
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The Gryffindor was talking towards each other when a powerful aura of magic engulfed them. Then at that moment, Professor Marrow stalked into the classroom. "Come in!" the Professor shouted. Slowly but steady, the Slytherin trudged forward into the classroom. Harry's eyes were narrowed with anger. After all students have sat down, Harry declared to the class.
"I'm here to teach all of you to defend yourself against creatures of the Dark. I do not tolerate any nonsense or truancy from any of my students. Unless you are absent without valid reason, fifty points will be deducted from your house and a month worth of detention with the care keeper, Mr Argus Filch."
Harry's eye once again swept through the class. Then he continued.
"Today, I want all of you to put away all your books. You will not need them," at these words the class scrambled to keep their books in their bag.
"Please come with me," said Harry as he motioned the class to follow him. "No, you don't need your wand but your quill and parchment, quick gather them."
After every student had taken their parchment and quill, Harry led them out of the classroom. The class followed Harry curiously as they began to wonder why there is a defense lesson without the use of wand. Unfortunately the group was held up by the infamous Poltergeist of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Peeves. The poltergeist was trying to create havoc by pushing cabinets, cupboards and any thing large to block the way to the Great Hall.
"Peeves! I'm warning you to remove this mess!" shouted Harry at the cheeky poltergeist. Peeves's rely was simple. A rather wet, noisy and rude raspberry. Harry sighed and pulled out his wand. "This is a very useful spell if you wants to deal with annoying poltergeist like Peeves. Replius Objectius!"
The effect was immediate. Every thing on the corridor that Peeves had left lying around began to levitate. Peeves looked at the cabinets and cupboard dumbly. Then the items rocketed towards the poltergeist. Peeves suddenly saw the items rocketing towards him, tried to go through the door beside him. But all was too late for the objects started to pelt him and he started to bruise. The class watched as the poltergeist gets bashed up and they winced. Soon the ghost became limp and fell onto the floor.
"May we proceed?" asked Harry. The students nodded mutely. Harry walked for a while and said.
"I understand that you all felt the fear when I knock out the poltergeist but yet with out any feelings on my face. Actually, the spell I just did only tidy the place, but the person who created the mess will be plagued with illusions of items chasing them and hurting them. As only a ghost can hurt a ghost, Peeves tried to defend himself. But in fact the more he tried to defend, the worst the illusions. Ah, we are here," said Harry. The class looked up and saw that they are in the Trophy Room.
Harry pushed the door open and called the students to come in. After the class had been accounted for, Harry took them to a plaque.
"Now gather around, students," shouted Harry as he tried to make the students to come closer. "Look at the plaque. Whose name do you see?"
The students stared at the plaque and whispered among themselves. 'What is this teacher doing?'
"Can I have an answer from any of you?" demanded Harry impatiently.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle," answered a Gryffindor student.
"Good. Now I want you to reorganize the letters in the name to form another name. To let you have an easier time, the first few words is, 'I am...' now began."
The students tried to get a sensible name out of the words but fail. Seeing their failure, Harry declared that who ever managed to get the right name would not have any homework for DADA this week. Finally, a Slytherin got it.
"Any one has the answer?"
"Is the answer, 'I am L-O-R-D V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T?"
"Well done Mr Malcolm," said Harry. "Do any of you know how to pronounce that name?"
Silence.
"LORD VOLDEMORT!" bellowed Harry and the class flinched. Harry narrowed his eyes and declared. "Anyone who I caught refusing to speak of the name of Voldemort without flinching or call Voldemort He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who will have one hundred points deducted from their respective house."
"Now back to the classroom," said Harry.
TBC...
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