CH 6: Professor Franks

When Tracy woke up, it was light outside. She forced her e6yes open and immediately wished she hadn't for light filled the room. Her eyes adjusted and she looked over at Hermione's bed, it was empty. Tracy ripped the covers off her and franticly got dressed. She was going downstairs so fast that she wasn't looking where she was going and ran into someone. They fell on top of each other and collapsed on the floor. She opened her eyes and saw that she had fallen on someone with raven black hair and emerald green eyes.

"Oh my God Harry, I'm so sorry." Tracy said getting up off the floor.

"That's ok. You're not heart are you?"

"No, I'm fine. You?"

"Ok. So, why were you running down the stairs anyway?"

"Because I woke up and Hermione was gone. I was panicking because I thought that I was going to be late for class, but obvisly not because I ran into you and," She paused "are you ok Harry? You don't look so good." She said putting her hand on his forehead. He didn't feel hot.

"Ya, why?"

"I duno, you just look, worried about something. Is it school? I mean it hasn't even started yet."

"You talk a lot, you know that? No, there's nothing wrong with me. I just, I duno." Harry paused for a moment and then said, "You wana go downstairs to breakfast?"

Tracy sighed, "Yes, let's go to breakfast. I'm really hungry." So, Harry and Tracy walked down to the Great Hall and sat down beside Hermione. "Hey guys." She said

"You know, you almost gave me a heart attack this morning. I woke up and you were gone. I panicked and on my way sprinting down the stairs, I ran into Harry. Please don't do that again."

"I'm sorry, but I had to go to the library."

"Why? We haven't even started school yet!" Ron piped in.

"I had a dream last night and I went to go try and figure it out."

"Right, that's believable." Said Ron.

"I was! Why don't you believe anything I say?"

"That's not true I…" Ron stopped because Professor McGonagall was 0alling out their schedules. "Potions! Double potions? Why dose it have to be first? You'd think that they wouldn't want us to go brain dead on our first day back!"

"What's so bad about potions? I had the highest potions grade at Wiggleswheet. I love it! It's so fascinating to me." Tracy said.

"Well, that's because you haven't meet Snape yet. He's the sourest person you'll ever meet. And he hates Gryffindors with a passion." Said Ron.

"Wow, really? I didn't know that."

"There are a lot of things people don't know about Snape." Harry said remembering last year in the pesinitive, where Snape was being tortured by his father, and his mother stepped in. They were in their fifth year at the time.

"Harry, Harry, earth to Harry. Is anyone in there?" Tracy said waving her hand in front on his face.

"S-Sorry" he said. Obviously he had been staring into space for a few minutes.

"So, shall we go to potions?" Hermione suggested

"Take out your cauldrons." Professor Snape said while entering the dark, mysterious classroom. "Today we will be learning the anti-hate venom. This will allow the drinker to be able to get along with his or her enemy for two hours. The directions are here." He tapped the blackboard and the instructions appeared. "Begin, now."

"Oh, this is an easy one. I did this in my second year." Tracy said to Harry.

"Good, maybe you could help me with it." Harry asked

"Sure thing. Why don't you go get the supplies." Suggested Tracy.

"Ya, ok." He said and got up to get the supplies.

"He's so hot" Tracy said under her breath as she watched him walk away. Harry soon came back with everything and they began working on the potion.

"I can see why this is your least favorite class. It's so dark and glumy sown here. I mean couldn't we have a little bit of light. I like the light!"

"Well, it's not just the dungeons that I don't like." Harry replied.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here. The famous Harry Potter and…?" Snape said.

She looked him up and down. "Tracy Anglia Smith, a proud American and Gryffindor. Went to Wiggleswheet academy of magic and my favorite subject is potions. Of course, that may change after today." She said under her breath. "By the way, this potion is really easy. I did this in my second year at Wiggleswheet." Snape raised his eyebrows as she said this.

"Well, Miss. Granger, it seems you have some competition in being an insuferitable know-it-all. I'll be keeping an eye on you Miss. Smith. You're just itching for trouble. Oh, and five points from Gryffindor for questioning my judgment of this class' intelligence." With that, Snape went over to Neville and scolded him for his stupidity of putting the dragon scale in before boiling the potion.

"Wow that was wicked!"

"I now know what Snape is like. He needs to wash his hair, it's discusting!" The class period went on, with no more interruptions from Snape.

"Before I dismiss you, you need to put your cauldrons in the storage room to sit on a fire. For homework I want you to do an essay on the history of the anti-hate venom. The essay should be two rolls of parchment. You may put your cauldrons up and you're dismissed."

"So, what do we have next?" Harry asked at lunch.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts. I wonder who the new teacher is." Hermione responded.

"I dunno, but I hope they're good." Ton said

"Hey guys, is it true that you have had a new DADA every year since your first year?" Tracy asked curiously.

"Ya, unfortunately, and it's all Harry's fault too." Ron said jokingly.

"Hey you helped too. And besides it wasn't entirely my fault!" Said Harry defending himself as they walked to DADA. They entered the classroom and found their seats. Harry next to Tracy and Ron next to Hermione.

The rest of the class filled in and they sat waiting to see the new teacher. After a while, the door to the classroom opened and everyone turned around to see who it was, but who walked through that door was not at all who the class expected. A beautiful woman, around the age of 25, walked to the front of the classroom. "Sorry I'm late guys. There was a problem in the charms room." She paused and smiled. "Well I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Sarah Franks. My cousin is Professor Lupin whom, I'm sure you all know. Well, now that that's settled, I would like to get to know you all better. So, I would like you to write two paragraphs about yourself. When everyone is finished, you may talk softly."

"Tracy leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Who is Professor Lupin?"

"He was one of our DA teachers. He was also a good of my parents and Sirius." Harry whispered back. Everyone was soon finished and class was dismissed. Charms came and went and it was now dinner.

Dumbledoore stood up, "I would like to inform you that the tryouts for Gryffindor house quidditch team will be healed next Monday after dinner. Thank you."

"So Tracy are you going to tryout?" Hermione asked.

"Ya, I guess so. It never hearts to try!" Monday finally came and it was time for the tryouts. Tracy had been practicing with Harry and Ron all week. As far as they were concerned, she would make it. Never the less, she was still worried.

"So Tracy, you nervous?" Harry asked.

"Ya, I'm just afraid I'll mess up."

"You'll be fine! Especially if you perform the way you practiced. Compared to our other chasers, you're definitely the best." Ron assured her.

They arrived at the quidditch pitch and practice soon started. Tracy was asked to do all sorts of things and of course, she did them all perfectly. Once tryouts were over, Tracy, Harry and Ron made their way back to the castle. The gang found Hermione sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs in the common room, awaiting their return.

"So, what's the news?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Well, we don't know about Tracy, but I on the other hand," Ron said grinning from ear to ear, "I'm the new quidditch captain!"

"Oh that's great Ron, I'm so happy for you." Hermione said enthusiastically.

"Thanks Hermione." Ron said still grinning.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm pooped!" Tracy said with a tired look on her face.

"Ya, me too." Hermione said.

"Ya, I think we should all turn in. We've had a rough day." Harry said. They said their good nights and headed up to their separate rooms. Tracy laid on her back, staring at the ceiling thinking about Harry when she drifted off to a deep sleep.