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Chapter Two – Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts
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"Times up. Please put your quills down and pass your essay's to the front," called Professor Tonks as the Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts Class gave a relieved sigh – grateful to be finished writing.
Tonks, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, had been asked to take over the position of DADA teacher for the year. The Auror had gladly agreed as the Ministry of Magic had refused to let her back to work for a year, allowing a full recovery from her near death last year at the Department of Mysteries.
The Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts class was made up of those who had passed their DADA OWLS (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) the year before. The class included Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ernie McMillan, Susan Bones, Seamus Finnigan and to everyone's surprise, including his own, Neville Longbottom.
Malfoy had been disgusted in not being chosen for the class and at Neville being picked that his wand had involuntarily shot out bright red sparks, which had set Professor McGonagall's robes on fire. Malfoy earned himself a month's detention and lost fifty house points for Slytherin.
Harry had received full marks in his OWL, the highest mark received in years. He was far ahead of the rest of the Advanced class, and only Hermione stood a chance at competing with him.
Harry looked around the room. Tonks was now in the corner practising Stunning spells with Neville and Seamus, with large cushions surrounding them. Hermione and Ron were also practicing Stunning spells. Harry wandered over to them.
"Stupefy!", cried Hermione, at the same time as Ron yelled, "Expelliarmus." The effect was that the spell from Ron's wand caused Hermione's wand to change direction and the jet of light hit Harry squarely in the chest.
Harry fell to the ground, dazed and bewildered. Pain came and went, but his vision remained blurred until Harry realised his glasses had flown to the floor and lay next to them. He retrieved them as Hermione and Ron rushed over to him.
"Harry! Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you coming, Ron and I were so caught up with practising. Do you need to go to the Hospital wing? I hit you right in the chest...."
Hermione paused, breathless, giving Harry a chance to speak.
"Hermione, clam down, I'm alright. I was just caught offguard, that's all."
Harry pushed himself to his feet and glanced around the room. Everyone was still practising and thank fully no one had noticed Harry being stunned. Just the Tonks clapped her hands and asked everyone to sit down.
"Right class, you homework will be to a two thousand word essay on stunning spells, due Friday next week."
"Two thousand words? How am I meant to fit in everything into two thousand words?!?!"
"Calm down Hermione, not everyone's a know-it-all like you," Ron said as they headed to the common room.
"Look! Another Hogsmeade weekend- Halloween. That's only two weeks away," Harry said, as they entered the common room . the announcement put an end to the bickering.
The scarlet and gold common room was packed with students, some doing homework, while others just chatting by the fire. Some were playing games of Wizard's Chess or Exploding Snap near the fire. Harry remembered when he had used the fire to talk to Sirius.
A wave of sadness passed over Harry. This castle was full of memories of Sirius. His godfather was every where he went. Harry swallowed hard and pushed the thoughts of Sirius out of his head. The pain and grief were still too much for him to bear.
"Let's have a game of chess the, Ron," Harry suggested.
"Alright," Said Ron, moving across the common room to the corner they usually sat in.
They sat a table away from the fire and Hermione sat there too with them.
Not a fan of Wizard's chess, she set up her homework." I think I'll start that DADA essay now then."
"Hermione, you have a week and a half! That's loads of time," Ron cried in disgust.
"Ron you might want to listen to me. As I recall you put most of your homework off till the last minute and look what happened during most of your OWLs."
"Alright you two, if your going to sit there and argue, I'm going to bed," Harry broke in. He headed up the stairs and into the old familiar dorm room. Changing and climbing into bed, he pulled the curtain closed around him and gratefully welcomed sleep.
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"Times up. Please put your quills down and pass your essay's to the front," called Professor Tonks as the Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts Class gave a relieved sigh – grateful to be finished writing.
Tonks, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, had been asked to take over the position of DADA teacher for the year. The Auror had gladly agreed as the Ministry of Magic had refused to let her back to work for a year, allowing a full recovery from her near death last year at the Department of Mysteries.
The Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts class was made up of those who had passed their DADA OWLS (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) the year before. The class included Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ernie McMillan, Susan Bones, Seamus Finnigan and to everyone's surprise, including his own, Neville Longbottom.
Malfoy had been disgusted in not being chosen for the class and at Neville being picked that his wand had involuntarily shot out bright red sparks, which had set Professor McGonagall's robes on fire. Malfoy earned himself a month's detention and lost fifty house points for Slytherin.
Harry had received full marks in his OWL, the highest mark received in years. He was far ahead of the rest of the Advanced class, and only Hermione stood a chance at competing with him.
Harry looked around the room. Tonks was now in the corner practising Stunning spells with Neville and Seamus, with large cushions surrounding them. Hermione and Ron were also practicing Stunning spells. Harry wandered over to them.
"Stupefy!", cried Hermione, at the same time as Ron yelled, "Expelliarmus." The effect was that the spell from Ron's wand caused Hermione's wand to change direction and the jet of light hit Harry squarely in the chest.
Harry fell to the ground, dazed and bewildered. Pain came and went, but his vision remained blurred until Harry realised his glasses had flown to the floor and lay next to them. He retrieved them as Hermione and Ron rushed over to him.
"Harry! Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you coming, Ron and I were so caught up with practising. Do you need to go to the Hospital wing? I hit you right in the chest...."
Hermione paused, breathless, giving Harry a chance to speak.
"Hermione, clam down, I'm alright. I was just caught offguard, that's all."
Harry pushed himself to his feet and glanced around the room. Everyone was still practising and thank fully no one had noticed Harry being stunned. Just the Tonks clapped her hands and asked everyone to sit down.
"Right class, you homework will be to a two thousand word essay on stunning spells, due Friday next week."
"Two thousand words? How am I meant to fit in everything into two thousand words?!?!"
"Calm down Hermione, not everyone's a know-it-all like you," Ron said as they headed to the common room.
"Look! Another Hogsmeade weekend- Halloween. That's only two weeks away," Harry said, as they entered the common room . the announcement put an end to the bickering.
The scarlet and gold common room was packed with students, some doing homework, while others just chatting by the fire. Some were playing games of Wizard's Chess or Exploding Snap near the fire. Harry remembered when he had used the fire to talk to Sirius.
A wave of sadness passed over Harry. This castle was full of memories of Sirius. His godfather was every where he went. Harry swallowed hard and pushed the thoughts of Sirius out of his head. The pain and grief were still too much for him to bear.
"Let's have a game of chess the, Ron," Harry suggested.
"Alright," Said Ron, moving across the common room to the corner they usually sat in.
They sat a table away from the fire and Hermione sat there too with them.
Not a fan of Wizard's chess, she set up her homework." I think I'll start that DADA essay now then."
"Hermione, you have a week and a half! That's loads of time," Ron cried in disgust.
"Ron you might want to listen to me. As I recall you put most of your homework off till the last minute and look what happened during most of your OWLs."
"Alright you two, if your going to sit there and argue, I'm going to bed," Harry broke in. He headed up the stairs and into the old familiar dorm room. Changing and climbing into bed, he pulled the curtain closed around him and gratefully welcomed sleep.
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