Disclaimer-I don't own anything except the plot of this story. Everything
else is JK Rowling's.
And thank you to my "many" reviewers for your support. I'm gonna try to make the chapters more juicier as the plot unfolds.
Chapter 3
New Classes
"Students and faculty, you have all most likely heard of Voldermort's unfortunate return. I assure, however, that the situation is being closely watched by the Ministry of Magic and other organizations. I also assure that Hogwarts in one of the safest places to be in this given situation and that you have nothing to fear, but just for your safety, a number of highly trained and skilled aurors will monitor the school grounds and corridors.
Other than a few strangers wandering the halls, everything else will proceed as normal including Quidditch practices and other extra-curricular activities. On a much softer note, I take pleasure in presenting our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Miss Jillian Stults; please rise, Professor. Thank you. I wish that you welcome her with all due kindness and respect."
The woman that stood up was beautiful, Hermione noticed as the school clapped heartily. She had glossy golden hair that tumbled down her back in graceful waves and peridot eyes that glistened like jewels. All of the boys were looking at her as if she were a veela or something of the sort, but she wasn't, she was only just a normal woman.
"As you already know," she began warmly, "my name is Jillian Stults. I was in my training to be an auror when Dumbledore approached me with this offer. I believe I will enjoy teaching you this year, and in other years, but the future is very hazy for me at the moment. Thank you." She sat.
Dumbledore began again his welcoming speech with normal school topics like the Forbidden Forest and prefects, blah, blah, blah. But no one was looking at him, they were all staring at Professor Stults who was focused completely on the headmaster. Soon, he finished and mounds upon mounds of food appeared on the tables, and the school began to dig in, as if none of them were fed at home.
"So Harry, what do you think of the new teacher," Ron began as the wonder-trio exited the Great Hall with full bellies and headed toward the Gryffindor common room alone, since the fifth year prefects were taking the newly arrived first years to their dormitories.
"She seems, er, nice, I guess," Harry said smiling.
"Ugh, you two are hopeless, all it takes is a pretty face and you're strung. Are you ever going to learn that looks aren't everything?"
"Oh come on Hermione. At least she seems better than that old broad we had last year."
"I guess, but-,"
The friends stopped. Something, well someone, had blocked their path to the Tower.
"Get out of our way, Malfoy," Ron spat, "Have you come for another beating or are you just being a git?"
"If my memory still serves me, which I believe it does, it was you and Potter that were getting the worse beating, Weasley. I just came for a pleasant chat with my favorite mudblood."
His eyes turned toward Hermione, and he smirked.
"Don't call her that!" Harry intervened.
"Oooh, what are you gonna do, threaten me to death? I don't scare that easily, Potter. Now, if you don't believe me I would be more than happy to-,"
"If you wanna fight, then stop talking and throw some punches, or are you too scared that we'll scar your ugly little ferret face!" Ron yelled his face turning red.
"At least I have enough money to buy decent robes, but your whole family can't even afford that much. In fact-,"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked, "just tell us what you want and get out!"
His composure returned, and he started with a menacing tone,
"Like I was about to say, Professor McGonagall wishes to see Granger in her office immediately with me to escort her, as my presence is requested also."
The two angry boys eyed their enemy suspiciously for a moment before Hermione spoke.
"Fine, let's go. I'll meet you two in the common room," she said facing the two boys, and she left.
"Do you know what she wants?" Hermione asked as she and Draco walked to the transfiguration classroom.
"No, mudblood. And don't you think that if I knew, I would have mentioned it before now.?"
"Well you can be surprisingly gittish sometimes so I wouldn't put it past you."
"Oh, thank you. Your compliments mean so much to me. Here we are."
The two entered McGonagall's office, and found that it was surprisingly full of students. Most of them seemed to be seventh years but Hermione recognized two fellow sixth years not including Malfoy.
"Ahh, we're all here," McGonagall began, "You are all some of the most intelligent, clever, and skilled witched and wizards presently residing in Hogwarts, and you have all been chosen for something very special happening in Hogwarts this year. In June, most of you will be venturing out into the real world with only the standard amount of magical training. Recent events have allowed us to believe that this may not be enough the protect you against some of the darkest magic known to man-kind.
Headmaster Dumbledore and I believe that you all have the abilities to study and master some of these higher levels of magic successfully and therefore have been chosen to participate in new class available in Hogwarts. It will proceed like any other class, and will be continued on your NEWTS Higher levels of potions, transfiguration, charms, herbology, and arithmacy, and defense will be covered, so I encourage you not to take this class lightly. If anyone wishes not to participate, please raise your hand now. Er, no one? Ok, wonderful. This will appear on your schedules as S.C.: Specialty Course. Any questions before I dismiss? Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Who will be teaching the course Professor?"
"Oh, yes, of course. How silly of me not to mention that. Headmaster Dumbledore will be teaching you. He is very happy to be teaching again. It is an honor. Now, back to your dormitories, all of you."
And with that all the students left the room, excited about their new adventure awaiting them at Hogwarts.
And thank you to my "many" reviewers for your support. I'm gonna try to make the chapters more juicier as the plot unfolds.
Chapter 3
New Classes
"Students and faculty, you have all most likely heard of Voldermort's unfortunate return. I assure, however, that the situation is being closely watched by the Ministry of Magic and other organizations. I also assure that Hogwarts in one of the safest places to be in this given situation and that you have nothing to fear, but just for your safety, a number of highly trained and skilled aurors will monitor the school grounds and corridors.
Other than a few strangers wandering the halls, everything else will proceed as normal including Quidditch practices and other extra-curricular activities. On a much softer note, I take pleasure in presenting our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Miss Jillian Stults; please rise, Professor. Thank you. I wish that you welcome her with all due kindness and respect."
The woman that stood up was beautiful, Hermione noticed as the school clapped heartily. She had glossy golden hair that tumbled down her back in graceful waves and peridot eyes that glistened like jewels. All of the boys were looking at her as if she were a veela or something of the sort, but she wasn't, she was only just a normal woman.
"As you already know," she began warmly, "my name is Jillian Stults. I was in my training to be an auror when Dumbledore approached me with this offer. I believe I will enjoy teaching you this year, and in other years, but the future is very hazy for me at the moment. Thank you." She sat.
Dumbledore began again his welcoming speech with normal school topics like the Forbidden Forest and prefects, blah, blah, blah. But no one was looking at him, they were all staring at Professor Stults who was focused completely on the headmaster. Soon, he finished and mounds upon mounds of food appeared on the tables, and the school began to dig in, as if none of them were fed at home.
"So Harry, what do you think of the new teacher," Ron began as the wonder-trio exited the Great Hall with full bellies and headed toward the Gryffindor common room alone, since the fifth year prefects were taking the newly arrived first years to their dormitories.
"She seems, er, nice, I guess," Harry said smiling.
"Ugh, you two are hopeless, all it takes is a pretty face and you're strung. Are you ever going to learn that looks aren't everything?"
"Oh come on Hermione. At least she seems better than that old broad we had last year."
"I guess, but-,"
The friends stopped. Something, well someone, had blocked their path to the Tower.
"Get out of our way, Malfoy," Ron spat, "Have you come for another beating or are you just being a git?"
"If my memory still serves me, which I believe it does, it was you and Potter that were getting the worse beating, Weasley. I just came for a pleasant chat with my favorite mudblood."
His eyes turned toward Hermione, and he smirked.
"Don't call her that!" Harry intervened.
"Oooh, what are you gonna do, threaten me to death? I don't scare that easily, Potter. Now, if you don't believe me I would be more than happy to-,"
"If you wanna fight, then stop talking and throw some punches, or are you too scared that we'll scar your ugly little ferret face!" Ron yelled his face turning red.
"At least I have enough money to buy decent robes, but your whole family can't even afford that much. In fact-,"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked, "just tell us what you want and get out!"
His composure returned, and he started with a menacing tone,
"Like I was about to say, Professor McGonagall wishes to see Granger in her office immediately with me to escort her, as my presence is requested also."
The two angry boys eyed their enemy suspiciously for a moment before Hermione spoke.
"Fine, let's go. I'll meet you two in the common room," she said facing the two boys, and she left.
"Do you know what she wants?" Hermione asked as she and Draco walked to the transfiguration classroom.
"No, mudblood. And don't you think that if I knew, I would have mentioned it before now.?"
"Well you can be surprisingly gittish sometimes so I wouldn't put it past you."
"Oh, thank you. Your compliments mean so much to me. Here we are."
The two entered McGonagall's office, and found that it was surprisingly full of students. Most of them seemed to be seventh years but Hermione recognized two fellow sixth years not including Malfoy.
"Ahh, we're all here," McGonagall began, "You are all some of the most intelligent, clever, and skilled witched and wizards presently residing in Hogwarts, and you have all been chosen for something very special happening in Hogwarts this year. In June, most of you will be venturing out into the real world with only the standard amount of magical training. Recent events have allowed us to believe that this may not be enough the protect you against some of the darkest magic known to man-kind.
Headmaster Dumbledore and I believe that you all have the abilities to study and master some of these higher levels of magic successfully and therefore have been chosen to participate in new class available in Hogwarts. It will proceed like any other class, and will be continued on your NEWTS Higher levels of potions, transfiguration, charms, herbology, and arithmacy, and defense will be covered, so I encourage you not to take this class lightly. If anyone wishes not to participate, please raise your hand now. Er, no one? Ok, wonderful. This will appear on your schedules as S.C.: Specialty Course. Any questions before I dismiss? Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Who will be teaching the course Professor?"
"Oh, yes, of course. How silly of me not to mention that. Headmaster Dumbledore will be teaching you. He is very happy to be teaching again. It is an honor. Now, back to your dormitories, all of you."
And with that all the students left the room, excited about their new adventure awaiting them at Hogwarts.