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Chapter 5- another potters view

When I received my Hogwarts letter this year I felt a mixture of emotions. First of all I was ecstatic to find I had been made head boy- just like my father had once been.

Then I was sad to only have one year left.

I was happy to leave the Dursleys again,

but I was unsure as to what would happen once I would be leaving school.

And as usual the count down began slowly and steadily towards September the first.

Mid- August I found myself back at the order headquarters. Even though Sirius was gone and it rightfully belonged to me, we were still using it as the headquarters. Ron and Hermione joined me as did Ginny and most of the Weasly's. I found myself sitting alone with Buckbeak in Sirius' bedroom allot of the time just feeding him and moping about thinking about my so- called life. Alone, just how it deemed I was supposed to be. Every parental figure I had was destined to doom.

One day Ginny came in. It looked as though it was against her better judgement, but she did and she talked to me. It was most definitely what I needed. She was freeing me from my solitude. Ron and Hermione were to busy just arguing these days.

It was funny as Ginny cheered me up I felt a sensation in the pit of my stomach which only Cho had created before.

But this was Ginny, Ron's baby sister.

I remembered how it had turned out with Cho, how bad I was at handling girls. If something happened like that with Ginny, it wouldn't be just her that I lost.

It would be Ron and his whole family too. That couldn't happen.

At that moment it seemed like fate that Ginny decided to say;

"Remember Harry, we can't always choose what happens. Sometimes we just have to go with the flow."

From that point on we were inseparable in the holidays.

Ginny had really grown up, not only could I now have a conversation with her, without her blushing, but she really challenged my intellect and never made me feel like I was anyone different then Just Harry.

I was glad Ginny was sitting with Ron on the Hogwarts express, when Hermione and I came back from our heads meeting. At least I would have some company when Ron and Hermione started bickering.

Throughout the journey we had fun, I noticed though, how I couldn't help but keep flattening my fringe down. And that Ron kept giving me sideways glances.

When we finally reached Hogwarts I patrolled the station with Hermione, then caught the carriage which Ron and Ginny were saving. Ginny had a bright red face for some reason and Ron was laughing.

As the carriage moved on I looked at the Thestral pulling it and my thought immediately turned back to my late Godfather.

"They're fighting again." Ginny caught my attention. I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Well, if they're still fighting when we get to the Great hall then I'm not going in!" I laughed.

And sure enough when we got to the great hall they were still fighting. So I refused to go in. I was soon persuaded when Ginny grabbed my hand.

And when I realised we were at the Gryffindor table and she was still holding me I blushed as bright as her hair. We took our places and Hermione drew her attention from Ron for a second to notice that there was a new defence against the dark arts teacher.

I glanced at her briefly at her; she seemed to have a familiarity about her. But I didn't think anything of it until Dumbledore announced;

"Your new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Potter." I felt the whole hall look from her to me and back again.

At that one second in time my world froze.

Potter wasn't an unusual surname was it.

I was sure by now that if I had any other relatives, other than the Dursleys I would know about it... Right?

But then nobody told me anything about a godfather- bearing in mind that he was thought to have killed my parents, I discarded that information.

As I gazed at the table and looked at her, I noticed the uncanny match our appearances were. She had the same jet-black hair, the same smile, the glasses which she wore were small and wire framed.

"Harry." I snapped out of my trance when Hermione addressed me. I gave her a questioning look. "Is she related to you?" She whispered the thought, which appeared to be on everyone's minds.

"I don't think so?" I answered thickly. It wasn't my fault that I didn't know any relations of mine. But I still felt stupid for not.

"She can't be, can she mate." Ron answered for me sensing my awkwardness. "I mean you'd have known wouldn't ya. And Potter isn't an uncommon name after all." He finished through a mouthful of rice pudding.

Yeah I suppose." I laughed at the face Hermione was pulling at Ron's table manners.

"Ron!" Hermione said hotly. "Don't eat with your mouthful. And Harry said he didn't know. So that means it could be..." They carried on fighting with each other.

"Here we go again." I said to Ginny. She smiled at me warmly, making me feel that maybe I wasn't alone. But soon enough I had lead the Gryffindor first years to their dorms and I was up to bed, pulling my hangings and once more sitting alone.

A brief thought crossed my mind and I took out the photo album, which Hagrid had given me as a present my first year. As I flicked through it I found no pictures of the mysterious new defence against the dark arts teach. Ron was right- she couldn't be related to him.

The next morning I DID NOT want to get up.

No it wasn't a good start to the year, feeling this lazy already.

And yes this was the way it would be the rest of the year.

But what can you expect, it was the last year. I'd already done 6 years and each one was brilliant yet disastrous in their own special way. This year there was nothing new to expect but a new defence against the dark arts teacher. She wasn't going to be any different from the others was she?

Then something came to mind to wake me up. As I opened my eyes I saw a glimpse of red. Opening them fully I realised that it was my bed hangings, but for a second it reminded me of something else which I couldn't quite place my wand on? Ow well all thoughts aside, it effectively had woken me up.

So I got up and ready to charge forth at another year.

When we received our timetables that morning (Hermione and I had to give them out) I was a little (understatement of the century) upset to find that now in our NEWT year we had only NEWT classes and there was one of each, each day. This meant that I had to go to potions EVERYDAY! It also meant that 3 out of five classes would be with Malfoy in.

So that was depressing. But at least I had Hermione and Ron with me in all. I was happy to see that last year neither Crabbe or Goyle had gotten the grades to get into NEWT Transfiguration or Defence against the dark arts, leaving Malfoy with only Pansy Parkinson for back up.

I had Transfiguration first lesson. Mcgonagall seemed a little tense- even compared to normal. She had bags under her eyes and she snapped at the littlest of things.

She even told Ron off for sneezing when she was talking.

But some how we made it through.

Then we had to face Snape. The dungeons seemed even less inviting then they had done the previous year... if that was possible. He picked on me as usual and I just glare at him as he did so- there was not much else I could do.

The time could not fly fast enough for me.

But finally we reached the last lesson of the day the one we had all been waiting for.

Our chance to see how good our new teacher was. It was our last lesson, Defence against the dark arts!

When we entered the room we all noticed a difference straight away.

"Great, who has Dumbledore employed for us now?" I heard Malfoy say loudly.

He was of course commenting on the way the room had been re arranged. The walls were covered in posters and the desks were in a circle all facing the centre of the room.

Ron and Hermione briefly stopped arguing to have a look, but then continued. I had to smile, Ron had accidently set Crookshanks tail alight when he tried to charm his quill to write for him at lunch. Hermione hadn't been impressed and Ron was going redder and redder with anger. The went to take a seat next to each other but I quickly intervened and sat in between.

It didn't amount to much, just them arguing over the top of me.

They actually fell quiet when the new professor started talking.

"Good afternoon. I am Professor Potter. I'd like to start by talking you through what I expect of you and how the course of the year will go. Now like most teachers I expect you in here on time and homework in when assigned. Other then that you will get on nicely and work well, then I will treat you well. As you can see I have set the desks in a circle, that is because I believe you will work better experiencing things first hand and writing it up for homework. This year will be tough, you will have a big workload. Any questions? Miss Granger?" Of course Hermione's hand went up first.

"Professor, if we finish the assignments early will you give us extra?"

"If you want, then of course. But I suggest you don't overtax yourself as you will be receiving a lot this year." Ron nudged me smirking. I laughed it was funny Hermione being told that she SHOULDN'T over tax herself with work- that was what she did.

Then Pansy Parkinson brought something very interesting to light.

Apparently Professor Potter was a Hairdresser. I actually agreed with Malfoy when he basically asked what a Hairdresser knew about the dark arts, but she silenced him by telling him that Dumbledore had his reasons.

And when she started teaching I saw why. Like Professor Lupin and Professor Moody had done, she taught the subject in her own way and it was a way which helped me understand how and why we did things. She taught it with such passion, like she had been out there, like she had actually used the methods against her.

I managed to master the blocking spell she taught me easily.

And as I left I said,

"Wow, this year they have given us someone who can actually teach! Much better then the last 2." Ron and Hermione both nodded and agreed. So that was the official start to my seventh year.

And once they were over the weeks-started speeding up.

Everyday would go eat work sleep eat work sleep.

I would have the occasional conversation with Ginny which would send his stomach soaring for some reason.

I couldn't discuss it with Ron for obvious reasons. So Saturday morning, when I knew Ron would still be sleeping and Hermione would be in the common room, I went down to talk to her.

"Hermione, can I talk to you about something?" I asked, I was well aware that my voice was shaky.

"Yeah you know you can talk to me about anything." She answered plain and simply.

"But you can't tell Ron." I said quickly.

"Ow so this would be about you and Ginny?" She said a knowing look falling over her face. I was gobsmacked.

"How did you know?" I snapped.

She just laughed.

"Ow Harry it was obvious!" She smirked pompously. "You blush everytime you see her, you always rush over to talk to her and you can't help but smile everytime she walks by. It's so obvious that you fancy her."

"Hey now!" I said holding my hands up. "I never said anything about fancying her!"

"Ow how sweet, you're in denial." She laughed annoyingly.

I was not impressed. I DID NOT fancy Ron's little sister.

Did I?

I mean I knew that I liked her.

It wasn't any more was it?

Just then Ginny walked down from the girls dormitories.

"Hey Ginny!" I said automatically, flattening my hair. Hermione burst into a fit of silent giggles.

I was whipped.

Just before Halloween Professor Potter called me up to her desk after class.

She said I was the best she had taught in this subject. And I could tell she genuinely meant it. She said that I would benefit from some more advanced lessons. They would be the same sort of thing you would learn at the beginning of Aurour training. Of course I obliged. This was me preferred subject so I was willing to give it a shot.

Hermione seemed pleased, apparently it would help me if I were to come up against Voldemort again- which even I'll admit I am very likely to. I prefer not to think about that though. No point in living life scared out of your wits the whole time.

I myself thought that Hermione was thinking more along the lines of me being able to teach all the stuff I learnt to the DA. So it'd be handy in more ways then one.

The Halloween feast was before my first lesson. That was as enjoyable as ever. Professor Potter awed everyone by showing that she could have a bit of fun, by enchanting a giant pumpkin to chase her round the hall as she flung hexes at it. I was actually quite awed by her knowledge.

She was definitely more then your average hairdresser.

Then came my first lesson. I met her on the Tuesday just as she asked.

She seemed to be nervous, not making complete sentences and stuttering all over the place. Kind of reminded myself of me when I was nervous.

I asked myself why should she be nervous, it wasn't as if she hadn't taught anyone before?

"Professor, do I make you nervous?" I asked. "Don't be this is no different to any other class."

That seemed to work, she continued calmly.

I listened, first she explained what we would be doing and what I had done with my other teachers.

She told me how I was "Targeted by the dark lord" and how she knew I had been teaching other students.

So Dumbledore must have told her? Why did she need to know? What right did she have?

Then she said;

"What I want to do is to help you advance your powers, so you can use them to the max. We want you to the most powerful we can get you if you even stand a chance of beating the dark lord."

Well what made her think that SHE could do that?

"His name is Voldemort." Harry spat. "And what makes you think you can achieve this of me, as I am so incapable of doing it myself?"

I mean after all I had defended myself against Voldemort 7 times now.

"Harry don't get me wrong, we think you're very capable. I was chosen because I was the one who knew your father better then anyone in the entire world. Even better then both Sirius and Lily." She replied.

"You mean you..." She knew my father? How did she know my father- and better then my mother did and his best mate did?

"Harry please will you go into my office and get the book off my desk?" I obliged thankfully accepting the chance to clear my mind and process what was being told to me.

I entered and looked around. It was void of all the pictures of all the times I had seen this room before. This time there were pictures of some people I knew, some I didn't. And they're staring right back at me, the biggest picture of them all was a picture of her Professor Potter and my father.

Never before had I realised actually HOW much they did look a like.

They were like identical twins of different sexes.

"Harry, James is my brother." She choked out.