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Chapter 4
It was cold. That much Joseph could identify with, the coldness, but it wasn't the type of cold that one felt on a winters' night but rather it was the kind of cold that one felt in the middle of a massacre, or rather the middle of a battle. Joseph shivered and slowed his pace
'You're much too sensitive to all this.' It was Page. 'I don't know how long you'll be able to handle this if you can't separate yourself from your surroundings. It's death, it happens get over it'
'Easy for you to say'
'You're right. This isn't my first time. It's yours. But if you don't get over it, you may very well join them.'
Joseph felt the chill get stronger. He shut his eyes tightly.
'JOSEPH RUN!'
He opened his eyes. He saw Page on his knees hanging on to his balance by a thread, a silhouette standing feet away from him holding out it's wand, Page fell to the side, his eyes open and hollow. Joseph tried to run to him but he was frozen.
…
I can't believe you still dream about this.
…
Page?
Who else? Death happens, pumpkin juice, get over it. Please, for me? And by the way, I'm starting to feel jealous.
Huh?
Joseph woke suddenly, he lay immobile. "Weird" He muttered. He felt a shallow breathing, although he was laying on something that was incredibly still. He pulled himself back, and looked up.
Blushing furiously he said "Sorry, mate" and awkwardly stood. Ron sat there looking away appearing to be petrified. Everybody else with the exception of himself, Ron, Hermione, and Davi were gone from the Gryffindor common room. All eyes fell on the two of them. "Really Sorry" he said before turning and walking away, Davi grabbed on to his arm
"You're hair" she said, Joseph touched his multi-lenghted hair
"Yeah?"
"It's changing color again."
He grabbed it self consciously "Oh…"
"It's been a year since it changed color."
"I know…what colors is it?"
"Orange, green, black, and brown"
"Oh"
"You shouldn't get so embarrassed."
"Huh?"
"I'm sure Ron didn't mind" Joseph looked back to Ron, who was still sitting just about entirely still. "Are you still tired?" Davi asked. He nodded a grim expression on his face." How long were you awake?"
HOW FRICKING EMBARRASING! Joseph thought glancing at Ron, his face turning bright red ounce again. "19 hours, without counting a few cat naps" he looked down. "Is there a spell on him or something?" Joseph asked failing horribly at trying to change the subject. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"I didn't put one up" Davi said
"Nor I"
Davi poked Ron's shoulder, Ron jumped and looked around wildly, obviously something he acquired from being Fred and George's youngest brother.
Joseph couldn't help but laugh at his own foolishness. "What time is it? Why are you guys down here" Ron asked yawning
"6:00 A.M., we don't have classes today so I stayed up all night, Hermione was helping me out with the elimination of potential students. Aki was sleeping on you. Don't give me that look" Ron's jaw had dropped.
"Sorry mate didn't realize I was sleeping on you 'till I woke." Joseph had gone back to blushing though he broke out into a fit of laughing ounce he was done talking. "You know pulling an all nighter is equal to a light drinker suddenly downing 4 margaritas?" Joseph said eyeing the girls. Hermione and Davi just starred. "I'm going to bed, Davi save me some breakfast will yah?"
"Sure thing"
When he was safely upstairs, Hermione and Davi began giggling at Ron's puzzlement, and Joseph's sudden fun fact.
Harry awoke with a bolt; he held his chest gasping for breath, No. He thought. He touched his scar gently. What is he doing? He thought sitting up. "Damn you Voldemort" He muttered laying back down. He heard movement in the stairs. "Yo, you awake 'Arry!" Joseph called.
"Now I am, what are you drunk!" Harry called, although in the form of a stage whisper.
"We could get drunk, and I may as well be drunk, come out here, I wanna talk to yah"
"Come in here,"
Joseph obliged and entered the room. "So, why are you awake at 6 in the morning?" he whispered
"You woke me."
"Liar"
"Not hearing Ron snore made me susceptible to …your… scent"
"You don't look like a Deixter"
"Nightmare"
"You had a nightmare also? Hmm that's rather odd."
"Not really people have nightmares all the time."
"Not about the same person"
"How do you know if we even-?"
"Save it, I heard you say his name. I dozed off coming up the stairs, don't ask, you woke me with that gasp of yours." Joseph said. Harry smiled. "I'm exaggerating a bit I'll admit; in my dream he was only a shadow though. In yours I believe he may have been the title character"
Harry didn't comment.
"So, on to business, why are you acting so different? Is it Davi?"
"Why are you acting so different? … Wait did your hair change color?"
"Yes. It does that from time to time. Quit changing the subject boy-who-lived"
"Don't call me that."
"Is. It. Davi."
"Quit pestering me Akil."
"Do you have a problem with my best friend?"
"Why are you like this? It isn't like you."
"I'm drunk, remember. Now tell me. I don't wanna have some type of fight trying to protect her honor or anything like that; I just wanna have an idea of who her enemies are. I am her bodyguard."
"I don't have a bloody problem with her Joseph!"
"Good thing too, thanks for that, but would you at least be nice. I don't know what problem you have, but chances' are she'll choose you to be in her class, you'll respect her I know, but dammit just tell me what the hell the deal is!"
"That's none of your concern Akil"
"No, you're right. It isn't, Harry, I know you're s'possed to be world famous most honored survivor… or something… and that must come with a hell of a lot of pressure"
"You would know"
"No, I'm a coward not a survivor and the future doesn't rest on my shoulders."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Quit being all Dumbledore-y"
Harry smiled. "Don't worry too much about me. You're half-asleep; you act as if you're bloody high when you're half asleep. Go to your bed and sleep. Sleep Joseph, because I cannot handle you when you're like this." Harry said before turning over on his bead.
"Fine, have a good morning"
"Have a good one."
And so with that he went up one more flight and entered his own dorm, he made his way onto his own bed, and was asleep before he hit the mattress.
Ron moved up the steps into his dorm, he looked at Harry's bed.
"Well, seems someone's up"
"Yep."
"Well… G'night"
"G'morning"
Ron laid down. "Are you going to sleep?" he asked
"I would hope so"
"Why are you awake?"
"I didn't hear your snoring"
"Oh, sorry mate didn't know you'd miss me. I was sleeping with Joseph apparently"
"Akil?"
"Same one"
"Oh"
"Well, sleep well. I'll try to snore for yah"
"I look forward to it."
There was plenty of speculation.
Since the beginning of school people wondered about what the course 'Muggle Tecknology' would offer. They wondered why did the headmaster suddenly decided upon adding such a course. They wondered why Page's sister (Her name didn't matter, she was merely Page's sister) had been hired to teach that, why any teenager would be allowed to teach any class.
When Hogwarts Journalism Team (while trying to get an outstanding debut) questioned the headmaster he (with his mischievous line of expressions) joked (and only the American Muggle's, about .001 of the Hogwarts population, understood) that it was a matter of National Security, and therefore no cause for national concern and secrecy.
Speculation only rose from his joke. The Gossip thickened, and when Davi entered the Great Hall and headed to the Gryffindor Table, (She sat at different places depending on weather she was playing the 'student' role or the 'teacher' role) all eyes were on her. She sat down swallowing often, eyes wide. After a few seconds she stood and walked towards the Head Table whispered something to Dumbledore and left back to Gryffindor Tower.
At a press conference, (okay, who are we fooling, the press conference was the sole member of the journalism team Anil Strauss interviewing, well having a conversation with, Polyjuice a.k.a. Davi Amol) Davi said she was choosing some of the students whom she had received applications from to interview but 5 students she would choose, with no regard to weather they'd actually want the class, and Dumbledore would choose 5 others.
That Evening at the Great Hall Davi stood from her seat (that day at the head table) and named the students who were to show up for a meeting, those whose applicants (or non applicants) did not need an interview, 10 students including, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy (much to his dismay), among others, were named for the Beginners course. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, was put, among others on the Intermediate course. And only one student had been prechosen for the Experts course, which was rather surprising, on two aspects, one of which was that Dumbledore had chosen him and the other was that he was, the Stupid Ravenclaw, Anthony Deven. Those who had passed the first stage to admissions, and were to move along to the next one were also required to stay. All with the exception of a Slytherin, who thought it had all been a mistake easily corrected by his father, came to the meeting.
Davi, who had left in the middle of dinner and returned at the end was wearing muggle clothes, blue jeans, with a black shirt and fitted baseball cap, black sneakers, a pair of guns, one across her chest, and one on her hip, and carrying a book bag.
She sat on the desk of her classroom. "Anthony, stop giving 'Mione bunny ears" she said without looking. She sighed and thought about Joseph's journal (she had come across it recently) he had written the hats song from his first year.
'Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
If you're of ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind'
She shook her head; she could not wait for him to surprise her!
She opened her book bag and pulled out a book.
"You're all aware of what this is, correct?" she asked, she received nods and other signs of general agreement; some looked at her with a 'well, duh' expression while some just ignored her. But they were aware of what it was. "This is perhaps one of the few things the muggle world and your world have in common, the use of books. I will admit there is a rather huge difference between a muggle book and wizards' books however the general concept is the same, attached paper with written thoughts, or illustrations"
She pulled out her wand and her gun, laying them next to each other. "You recognize this?" she held up the gun, some did, some didn't "When you are in a situation in which you are magicless, which of these in the muggle world would you fear the most." The 54 students seemed to be paying attention at this point. "Harry?"
Harry looked at them, "The wand" he said without much thought.
She looked at Anthony, "And you?"
"Who holds them?" He demanded.
"I do"
"In that case the gun"
"Why?"
"I'm not bulletproof, and you've only had your wand for a short period of time. You hold your gun like an expert." He said, she had never before noticed he was that observant. She aimed the gun between his eyes. "And now, do you fear it?"
He grinned. "No. Right now I am bulletproof. I did it the minute I saw you with those babies"
She turned back to the class. "Those of you who know what this is and does, go to the left, those who don't, right, The special 10-counting-the-rude-skipping-rich-bratty-dude-that isn't-here stay where you are." She commanded. They obeyed. Wow, this is easier than on TV! She thought. She pulled out newly printed sheets of paper and handed them out, to the 45 Candidates received a test, the 9 had a syllabus. Davi began handing out keyboards. "These are run by magic…cuz Hogwarts doesn't really have electricity, They are only so you can learn how to type, or just practice. In my class everything has to be typed. I don't want to see a quill in here. Just say Vipera impudens! And a screen comes up."
"Impudent snake?"
"I was mad at a few Slytherins when I came up with it."
End Chapter
A/N
Whooosh… 2,151 words, 11,939 characters, 217 lines, 114 paragraphs, and 10 pages later the chapter ends. Whooosh. Why do I write this? I don't even have any reviews? Sigh. I should be doing homework. This writing thing is depressing.
