Rain
By: Who Else? Me
Chapter Six
The Fox with Nine Tails
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dorothy walked up the stairs, looking at their schedules. Hermione cleared her throat and looked at the group before saying, "I just realized something. Dumbledor didn't introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, did he? And I didn't see anybody new at the staff table! You don't think that they couldn't find a new teacher, do you? Maybe the Ministry assigned a new one again!"
"I hope it's no one like that frog-faced nightmare Umbridge," said Ron, staring at his schedule again.
"No. I don't think her name is Umbridge," Dorothy spoke up. "I think her name was Professor Mildred Wits."
"You've met the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" asked Hermione as the reached the classroom.
"Met her? I'm related to her! She's my aunt on my mum's side. Er—" the black-haired girl stared at the door cautiously and then smiled at the rest of them. "Mind going first?"
"Why?"
"You'll see in a moment." So Harry, Ron, and Hermione all pressed forward into the class.
The room was bright and the window was open. All over the walls were pictures of famous wizards, witches, sorcerers, and other magical beings. There were also many shelves with old looking objects sitting on cushions; wands, swords, crowns, bottles, and all sorts of other objects.
"Ah! Good afternoon students," exclaimed a voice from behind a desk in the corner.
Sitting in the chair was a young looking woman, possible 27 or 28, smiling sweetly at them as she closed an older, tattered book and stood up to greet them. Her robs were odd. They were striped pink and green and her hair was a brilliant shade of orange, much brighter and vivid than any of the Weasleys'. Her black tap-shoes clacked against the stone floors as she approached them. Just as the three of them sat down, Dorothy slowly opened the door and walked in, followed by Seamus Finnegan and Lee Jordan.
"Ah, my darling niece, Dorothy," squealed the witch, walking over and hugging, more like strangling, the young girl. "How I've been missing you so! How are you and your father holding up? Good I hope."
"Yes. We're both quite fine, Aunt Mildred," replied Dorothy, forcing herself out of Professor Wits' headlock.
"Now, now. We're at school, you must refer to me as Professor Wits! Not Aunt Mildred. Now take a seat with the rest of the class and we'll begin our lesson." Dorothy followed her orders and sat down beside Hermione and sinking low into her desk. "Now, I've read over all you've been taught this year and I really must say that we have a lot of catching up to do since that dreadful Umbridge did barely anything to teach you.
Some of the students yelled out, "Here, here!"
"But it seems that there was somebody in this school teaching others," her bright yellow eyes halted on Harry and he jumped. "I'm very proud of the initiative he took! Very proud of it indeed! Now, tell me Mr. Potter, did you teach them anything about the Patronus charm?"
"Er—yes, professor," replied Harry, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
"Splendid!! Now I would like everyone to take out their wands and show me please! Even if you haven't perfected it, I would like you to try!" All the students obeyed, grinning. This was probably going to be A LOT better than any of Umbridge's classes. "Mr. Potter since you are the one who has taught them this charm, would you please enlighten us by going first."
"Y-yes, professor," replied the boy, standing up before the class and clearing his throat. "Expecto Patronum!" (I think that's right...) Suddenly, silver rushed out of his wand and standing very silently next to him was a very solid-looking silver stag, blinking at the class.
"Ah! Very good! 5 points to Gryffindor for the best Patronus I've seen since my niece's," said Professor Wits, glancing with a smile at Dorothy. Harry looked at her and saw her cheeks redden slightly.
Professor Wits ran down the list of students until only Dorothy was left. Harry looked at the dark-haired girl who was staring very plainly at all of the Patronus around the room. When finally her aunt called her up, she picked up her wand and strode to the front of the class.
"Now, this will most likely be something that hasn't been seen from any of you. Dorothy has been blessed with a very special Patronus. Dorothy, please demonstrate." Professor Wits moved aside and Dorothy raised her wand swiftly.
"Expecto Patronum!" With a whooshing sound, a gust of wind swept across the room, startling the students and then suddenly the lights went out and Wits closed the blinds to her window, making the room completely dark. Everybody was staring at Dorothy, whose body was illuminated by a silver mist and around her ankles was a fox. Its eyes were closed but its head was lifted, nuzzling the palm of Dorothy's hand. Curling around her legs were nine tails, nine fox tails and just as the fox opened it eyes, Dorothy opened hers as well. The girl's eyes had changed from bright blue to black, ebony; the same color as the foxes eyes.
Harry had jumped to his feet when he saw what was happening. It was so odd and so frightening. His scar began to burn and he clamped his hand over it tightly. He continued to gaze at the dark-haired girl, even through the searing pain. He gritted his teeth and just as Dorothy turned her eyes on him, the pain increased so much, he collapsed.
Dorothy felt her body tingling and watched Harry fall to the floor. Her body was frozen and just as Mildred Wits opened the blinds once more she felt the fox disappear and her body being returned to her. She blinked and her eyes became steadily clearer and steadily bluer. She saw Hermione leaning over Harry on the floor and a couple of students staring at her, thunderstruck and afraid.
"Goodness," said Mildred, looking down at Harry. "What happened I wonder. Do you know, Dorothy?"
"N-no...No! I don't know what's going on!!" Dorothy insisted but Ron seemed to look at her accusingly and Seamus and Lee both avoid close contact.
"Oh me, oh my, I should take him to the hospital wing. Class is dismissed." Dorothy picked up her books quickly, ignoring the stares, and left to library, without lunch.
A/N: NOTE: NO, for the second time, no Harry/Dorothy, Peaches! And no....er...I can't say that I'd be giving something away! Oooh boy, that made me sit on the edge of my seat. If I was reading I would really be asking a lot of questions. Well, R&R and put all questions in your review. If you don't want any spoilers please don't ask "Why did Harry pass out!?" Or "Is she with Lord Voldemort or something?!" Also, if you know any good website where I could get like a manga style picture of Draco, please help me out! Otherwise, I think this chapter turned out well. Ciao.
WEM