Disclaimer: Everything in the following chapter belongs to J.K. except for the plot and other things previously mentioned.

Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I was inattentive to the story over Christmas break, and then I was literally one paragraph from finishing this chapter on the computer when it wouldn't let me pull the file off the floppy. I HATE COMPUTERS!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, after all of that, here it is. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I don't have a list in front of me, but the reviewer who said that I had her style perfectly, it's because of reviews like that that people want to write. There's some pretty good stuff in this one, so enjoy.

Ch. 5, First Day of Classes

At breakfast the next day, Professor McGonagal came around with their schedules. She handed Harry two. "N.E.W.T. schedules," groaned Ron, "hey Hermione, what did you end up choosing as your career?"

"An Auror. I'll be taking the same classes as you, except I elected to take Arithmancy for my free hour. What did you guys take?"

"I'm taking Care of Magical Creatures, and Harry is taking a free hour to rest. Right Harry?" Harry wasn't joining in on the conversation. He was busy studying his teaching schedule.

Mon./Thurs. Tues./Fri. Wed. Rav./Huff. 1- 6&7 2&3 your Gryff./Slyth. 2- 6&7 2&3 d Free Hour 3- a Rav./Huff. 4- 4&5 1 y Gryff./Slyth. 5- 4&5 1 off

"I'm going to get prepared," Harry said rising from the table. He went to his dormitory and put on the Cloak of Happenstance. He tapped it so it made his Gryffindor design, and headed toward his classroom. Once he got there, he leaned up against his desk and waited. The bell rang not long after, and his entire class was in the classroom within two minutes. 'They're eager to be here at least,' Harry thought before beginning class. "Before we begin, I would like to go over something. While I am in this classroom, I am no longer a member of Gryffindor." He tapped his cloak, and it changed to the teacher seal design. The kids were awestruck. "I am your teacher, and I intend to be respected as one. Inside of this classroom, I'm Professor. Anywhere else, I'm Harry. Alright, seeing as you are sixth and seventh years, this will not be your usual classroom. This room is for theoretical lessons, and you will have very few of those. Instead, we will use a room on the seventh floor. Occasionally, I will send sixth years down here with their prefects, so I can help the seventh years on their N.E.W.T. material. So if you will follow me..."

Harry walked out of the door, and after a quick walk, reached a familiar section of wall on the seventh floor. He motioned for his students to stay put and walked up and down the hallway, thinking about needing a room to duel in. He could tell by the students gasps that the door had just appeared. The door opened, and Harry, followed by his class, walked in. "This is where we will be doing our practical lessons, and I'm going to ask you to come here first, unless instructed otherwise. Ernie McMillain and Cho Chang, will you show the class how we practice spells?" Ernie and Cho stood up. Cho gave Harry a look that said, 'I don't want you talking to me.' "Why don't you use the stunning spell on one another." Ernie nodded and went to get cushions. He stood in front of the cushions he had brought back as Cho yelled, "Stupefy!" Ernie fell back on the cushions, and Cho quickly performed the counter curse. They traded spots and repeated the process. Then they traded again. People were looking at Harry as if to say. 'Why don't they stop? They've already done it enough.' Harry reached down on his desk to pick up a whistle, and then blew on it. Ernie and Cho immediately stopped and returned the cushions. "The point of that was to show you that you don't stop until you hear this," he said, raising up the whistle.

"Thank you Ernie and Cho, five points to each house for remembering what to do from last year. Now, who besides my D.A. students remembers the shield charm?" A seventh year named Blaine Rice rose his hand, "Protego."

"That's correct. Ten points to Ravenclaw. Can you perform it, Mr. Rice?" The kid nodded. Harry quickly shouted, "EXPELLARAMUS!" Blaine responded rapidly, "PROTEGO!" The spells collided in mid-air, and Blaine's wand flew from his hand. He looked rather defeated as someone near him used the summoning charm to retrieve his wand. "Does anyone know why that happened? D.A. members can answer this one."

"Some spells have to be specified in order for the shield charm to work. Expellaramus is one of those spells. He should have said, 'Protego Expellaramus.'" Ernie was the first to answer.

"Correct, 15 points to Hufflepuff. Now split up into pairs and work on protecting against the disarming spell. Ernie, Cho, could I have a word with you?"

"What about, Professor?"

"The House Dueling Competition." He lead them up to his desk and summoned a couple of chairs. They took their seats, Cho more reluctantly than Ernie. "I was wondering if you had gotten your teams organized yet. You know, names down of people that are interested."

"Of course, Harry," Cho said rather sharply.

"Hey, Cho. I thought we called Harry Professor when in class. Anyway, Professor, no, I've just got a notice up that says to meet in the Hufflepuff common room if interested."

"I'm doing mine after class with sixth and seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Anyway, that was all, Ernie, but Cho, I need a word with you." Ernie got up and left. Once he was gone, Cho said curtly, "What do you want, Harry?"

"Like Ernie said, I'm Professor in this class. I can understand why you're being short with me, so I'm not deducting points from Ravenclaw this time."

"No, you just called me up here in front of my friends, so I could be embarrassed."

"For all they know, we're still talking about the House Dueling Competition. Just respect my position as a teacher and hate me other places."

"Why should I respect you, when you were the one-."

"I don't care who was at fault. We can talk about it another time. For this class, however, put it behind you. This will ensure your learning, and my teaching experience. I have a free hour after lunch. Did you take a class or a study hall hour?"

"Study Hall."

"Okay then, if you want to talk about what happened and why it happened, I'll be in my office."

"Why would I talk to you when you seem intent on embarrassing me?"

"Come again?"

"You called me up here in front of all my friends. They know there's friction between us, and they'll assume you called me up here to rag on me."

"That's why I called you and Ernie up here and then sent him back first. As far as anyone knows, we're talking about the House Dueling Competition. Now go use the rest of your class period to practice that spell."

"Yes... Professor." Harry smiled at her as she paired back up with Marietta. Harry walked around the room, making suggestions as he saw fit, and when time was up, he blew upon his whistle. "Good job today. I think that most of you have that down. In three weeks, we will have a dueling tournament. I'll see you guys on Thursday. Twenty points to whoever can find a levitating charm that will work on the witch or wizard who cast it." The bell rang and people started filing out. "Good lesson, Professor."

"The bell rang; I'm just Harry now." A few people laughed. Ernie came up to him after class, "There isn't a spell like the one you described. We went over that in D.A."

"I know, I just want them out there and finding new charms."

"Good thinking Pro...er... Harry." Once Ernie left the room, Harry grabbed his bag and turned his Time Turner around twice. He felt like he stretched through time and appeared behind Ron and Hermione as they were entering Charms. "Ron! Hermione! Wait up!" They turned around to wait. "Did you already teach your class?" Ron inquired. "Yeah, just now used my Time Turner." Harry told them about it while they were practicing a spell that threw your voice a different place. "Sounds like you and Cho are going to have it out then."

"We need to if I'm to be her teacher. Proyectovoz!" Harry's voice could no longer be heard when he muttered this incantation with his wand pointed to his throat. "Very good, Harry," Flitwick said as he approached the three. "Harry, I've decided to let you go a bit early so you can set up for class."

"Thanks Professor. I'll see you guys in a little bit." Harry quickly gathered his things and left. As he was walking the corridor, Dumbledore passed him and waved to him for a talk. "How are you doing, Harry?"

"Fine. It's going great, sir."

"First lesson go okay?"

"Yeah, I really enjoyed it."

"I couldn't help but notice that you gave out 35 points in one class and was wondering if you thought yourself overzealous?"

"Well sir, I told them at the beginning of class that I was their teacher in class, not their friend. I wanted them to respect my authority and still know that I was on their side, but if I was being overzealous, that's for you to decide."

"Oh no. I just wanted to know if you thought it might be inappropriate. I thought you taught rather well."

"How do you know?"

"Don't you remember? I told you I had ways of not being seen without the use of an Invisibility Cloak." Dumbledore smiled warmly and walked off.

Harry reached his practical class a few minutes later after he had gotten a drink. Ron and Hermione showed up just after him, and Harry quickly reminded them that he was Professor inside of the class. "Right," they both responded. At that moment, the second bell rang, signifying the start of class. "Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'd like to get one thing straight before we begin. Outside of this classroom I am, and will always be, your peer, but here, I am your professor, so call me by it." Parvati Patil giggled in the front. "Is there a problem, Ms. Patil?"

"You can't be serious, Harry."

"Oh I can't?"

"Look, Harry. You're very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but you're our age. Your no more our Professor than our Headmaster."

"I am here to instruct you, Ms. Patil, not to laugh it up and have great times. That makes me your Professor; a professor with all the rights of one, which includes taking points away. You've now lost five points for Gryffindor. That's how serious I am."

"You'd take points away from your own house? Why are you doing that?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE UNDERMINING MY ATHOURITY, PARVATI! SHALL WE MAKE IT TEN!"

"No, Ha- er... Professor."

"Thank you, Parvati." Harry noticed that the Slytherins seemed to be confused as to why he would take his own house points away. "Okay, this is the theoretical lesson room. Your practical lessons will be on the seventh floor." Harry went on with his speech, and by the time they reached their practical lesson room, most people had gotten used to calling him Professor. He had Ron and Hermione show the class how to practice spells. Malfoy decided to chip in, "How come one person from each house isn't helping in the presentation, Professor?"

"That would be because no Slytherin would know how to practice spells since no Slytherin attended D.A. last year." Harry smiled and turned to grab his whistle. Malfoy flicked his wand at Harry. Harry felt a thud on his cloak and turned around to see what had happened. He burst out in laughter at the sight he saw. Malfoy's face was covered in pimples. "I'd normally take twenty points from Slytherin and give you detention for trying to hex a teacher, but I think that Pimple Faced Jinx is Punishment enough. You are excused to the hospital wing," Harry managed to say in-between laughs. Malfoy covered his face and ran out of the room. People were laughing hysterically around the room. Even some Slytherins were joining in. Harry made a mental note to thank Fred and George again.

Class went on, and Harry told them about the tournament in three weeks and about trying to find another non-existing spell. Once class was dismissed, every sixth and seventh year Gryffindor came up to him for information about the House Dueling Competition. Harry had almost forgotten. He explained the rules. "It'll be my job to train you to be able to duel efficiently. Who's the new Quidditch Captain?"

"No one knows," someone replied.

"Does anyone know the first practice? Match?"

"We're scheduled against Hufflepuff in two weeks, and tryouts start Friday."

"Okay, well that's strange, but does Thursday interfere with anyone's clubs or teams?" The silence confirmed it. "Thursdays it is. Start coming this Thursday after diner for team placement. Extra practices will be assigned per individual as needed. Now go off and find that spell." They all laughed. Every last one of them had been in D.A., and knew that there was no such spell. "Are you just trying to put the Slytherins through the ringer with that made up bull or what?"

"No, I want everyone out there finding new spells, especially this group. You guys focus on combatant charms, and that'll be your homework." The Gryffindor kids all nodded. Ron and Hermione waited for Harry. "Blimey! That was a good lesson, Harry"

"Wonderful, Harry. Simply divine!"

"Thanks guys," he wore a large smile, "Let's get something to eat. It feels as though I should've eaten an hour ago!"

"That's because of the Time... er, you were making a joke, weren't you." Ron and Harry burst out laughing at Hermione's blunder. "Well. I've used the Time Turner before, and I thought I could be of use." She said in an overly embarrassed tone.

"Its alright Hermione. We all make mistakes at one time or another, and our friends are usually there to laugh at us." The three close friends started to turn. "A what turner, Potter." Harry cringed at the sudden sound of Draco's smooth, yet snotty voice. "Oh, I see you've gotten over your acne."

"Don't try to change the subject, Granger. Its probably not your fault though. That filthy mud-blood mind of yours doesn't have the capacity to hold on an intelligent conversation. Do us Pure-bloods a favor and SHUT- UP!"

"You're just upset because this 'filthy mud-blood mind' received more O.W.L.S. than your pure-blood piece of crap could ever dream of, if it has enough imagination to dream." Malfoy recognized defeat and turned his hatred toward Harry. "What's that look on your face, Potter? Are you going to take points away from me? I know you can't in-between classes."

"And how would you know this again?"

"I just do."

"Well, you're right." Harry gave an unconvincing sigh. "Oh yeah. Almost forgot. The homework for today was to find a levitating spell that could be performed on the wizard or witch that cast it. If you don't have it, I'll be forced to deduct house points along with zero marks for the day. We'll see you around Malfoy." Harry, along with Ron and Hermione behind him, brushed by the blonde Slytherin. Harry heard the soft ruffle of wood on cloth as Draco drew his wand. Harry said, as coolly as ever and without even turning around, "I wouldn't if I were you. Don't you remember what happened to you last time?" Harry smiled as he heard Draco storm down the hallway.