Title: Harry Potter and the Staff of Merlin
Author: Legolas-gurl88
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowling's. However, Professor Frost belongs to me!
Author Note: I took forever… again… ::slaps self:: BAD ME!
Story time!
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17. Professor Philberta Bradwer Frost
Much to the happiness of Harry, Ron and Hermione, but mostly the Quidditch team, Madame Pomfrey declared Harry perfectly normal again and he was set free in the morning one hour from the first Quidditch game. Harry suspected that Ron would have throttled him if he did not make it to the most important game of all time. Harry noticed that at breakfast, when he trudged in with the rest of the team, all dressed in their scarlet robes, that there was even more chatter than usual. Perhaps it was the excitement of the first Quidditch game of the season, or perhaps (or most likely, Harry thought) they had heard of his incident with Professor Snape. He chose to ignore it today, rather then get angry.
The ceiling of the Great Hall was gray; perfect Quidditch conditions, for there was no sun to obscure their vision. Ron was becoming nervous and was constantly saying "I didn't train you guys enough". Harry would reassure them that they were perfectly fine, but Ron didn't seem to believe him. He was also paler than usual since he heard the news of Fleur's disappearance and Hermione had become reserved as Krum remained missing. To Harry, they didn't seem alive, just worried.
Ron put his fork in his mouth and bit off the piece of food at the end, however, he spit it back out and set his fork down.
"This is rubbish." he mumbled. "I can't play now. Not now, that my sister-in-law's missing. I'm too distracted."
Harry and Hermione set down their forks as well.
"I still don't understand how Viktor could be missing, yet write us a letter at the same time." said Hermione.
"Forget about it." Harry said, trying to get their minds back into the Quidditch spirit. He was also feeling slightly hateful of them. This was the first day in several months he had felt even remotely happy and Ron and Hermione had to ruin it. He kept this to himself, however, to save himself from getting a lecture from Hermione.Finally, it was time.
Harry and the rest of the team stood up. Dennis Creevy was jumping nervously and Ginny's face was set with determination. Mark Evans looked resolute and Ron looked worried still.
Hermione stood up as well and gave each Ron and Harry a kiss on the cheek as she had done last year at their first game. Though, this time, Ron wasn't in shock so much and noticed. He walked out of the Great Hall with Harry, blushing and his ears turned a solid shade of red.
Once down in the changing rooms, Ron began pacing as everyone else sat to wait for instructions. After what seemed like ages, Ron found his voice, just as they heard hundreds of footsteps walking to the Quidditch stadium.
"Right. Now, I know I'm not the best Captain in the school," Ron began, not looking at anyone, "but that doesn't mean that you can't be the best team. So-- er-- why don't you just wait and--"
But the whistle for them to appear began blowing. Ron lost what was left of the color in his face as they walked out to cheers from the Gryffindors and boos from the Slytherins. The Slytherin team was already waiting for them in the middle of the stadium, along with Madam Hooch, who had the crate full of the Quidditch balls inside, at her feet. When the team stopped walking, Madam Hooch yelled over the crowd.
"You know the rules!"
Everyone nodded, so she grabbed the whistle.
"Mount your brooms!"
Harry straddled his broom for the first time in a year and when he heard the whistle sound in his ears, he kicked off hard from the ground and zoomed off for any sight of the Snitch. Lee Jordan was commentating again.
"And it's immediate possession of the Quaffle by Mark Evans, the youngest Quidditch player since Harry Potter, Seeker of Gryffindor team, who joined in his first year as well." Lee started off. "And Quaffle is passed to Ginny Weasley, sister of Team Captain Ron Weasley and retired Beaters Fred and George Weasley. Ginny passes back to Evans-- NO! Intercepted by Meredith Emblem of Slytherin. Emblem takes it to Gryffindor goal posts. She throws it-- DAMN IT! She scores. Maybe next time, Ron."
Ron was looking angry at himself as, once again, the Slytherins burst into the joyful song of 'Weasley is our King'. He was distracted by a Bludger heading his way and Pansy Parkinson, who had become a team member, threw the Quaffle into the middle hoop as Ron was dodging the Bludger.
Lee swore as McGonagall shot him a glance as if to warn him not to do it again.
"Twenty-zero to Slytherin." Lee said sadly.
Meanwhile, about fifty feet above Ron, Harry's stomach plummeted. Twenty points and not even two minutes into the game. At this rate, they were going to lose tremendously… if Harry didn't catch the Snitch. At that moment, Malfoy flew over to Harry, stopping on Harry's left side.
"Blimey, your team must really be desperate to have Weasley as the captain." he sneered.
"Get lost, Malfoy." Harry snarled, forgetting he had a game to play and turning to glare at Malfoy.
"It's true. He's even worse than last year."
"I said 'get lost'." Harry warned. His stomach, which had been filled with dread at Ron's two goals was quickly replaced with anger as Malfoy laughed.
The two of them had to dodge as a Bludger zoomed their way. Malfoy flew in front of Harry to face him and he sneered, but then, his eyes darted upwards. Harry turned and followed his gaze to see the Snitch another thirty feet up. Before he had time to react himself, he turned to stare at what Malfoy was doing-- only to receive a kick in the face that immediately caused his nose to bleed. Wiping away the blood, he swerved around and kicked at the air in desperation to get to the Snitch before Malfoy.
Harry had only gone ten feet when Malfoy was hit by the same Bludger that had come for them a moment before. Malfoy yelled as it knocked him off course and into the stands. Harry continued on, but then, it started to rain. In the great clouds of water, the Snitch disappeared.
When Harry realized he had lost track of it, he swore and turned sharply to go in the other direction, listening to Lee Jordan's voice.
"And I think he's alright-- yes, there he goes. Shame that Bludger didn't kill him. I was only jesting, Professor. Malfoy takes off again after viciously pummeling his own house. I have one thing to say-- HA HA!"
"JORDAN!" McGonagall didn't even need a microphone to be heard clear across the stadium. The Gryffindors suddenly cheered and sang the positive version of 'Weasley is our King'.
"What?" Lee Jordan shouted into the microphone. "What happened? Oh! YES! YES! GRYFFINDOR SCORES! Twenty-ten to Slytherin! Let's see… ah! The play was the very difficult Reverse Pass played wonderfully by Evans and Creevy!"
"GO DENNIS!" Colin's voice could be heard, just as loud as McGonagall's and the Gryffindors laughed. Harry also managed a chuckle as he wiped his bloody nose again. He flew down to Ron.
"Any sight of the Snitch yet?" Ron asked as they watched Evans attempt at another goal.
"No." Harry said.
"What happened?" Ron asked, pointing to Harry's nose.
"Malfoy. He kicked me.""That cheating--" Ron began but Harry cut him off.
"He's allowed to, Ron. You have to accept some injuries during Quidditch."
"What happened with Mal--"
"Wait." Harry said, holding up his hand. He squinted his eyes to confirm what he was seeing. The Snitch. At the other end of the field. He sped off, putting on and extra burst of speed as to not lose the Snitch again, and quite unsurprisingly, Malfoy was at his tail within fifteen yards. Harry sped up even more and Malfoy fell behind.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" Lee shouted suddenly. "TWENTY-TWENTY to-- well… it's tied!"
Harry didn't have time to cheer with the rest of the Gryffindors, because at that moment, the Snitch flew off to the right and Harry had to turn to keep up with it, Malfoy cutting ahead.
"DRACO, DUCK!" Harry heard Pansy Parkinson shriek and Malfoy suddenly zoomed down. The reason was apparent very suddenly as a Bludger came rocketing out of nowhere, hitting Harry hard in the chest and he felt something break.
"ARG!" Harry yelled out and there were several cheers from the Gryffindor side.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" shouted Lee dancing on the spot, his dreadlocks bouncing up and down. "THITRY-TWENTY TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Everyone had been so pleased with Gryffindor's lead that no one noticed Harry was injured. He wrapped his arm around his stomach, gasping, nose still bleeding and his other hand still on the handle of the broomstick. He caught sight of the Snitch again and went after it. A whistle blew from somewhere.
"And Ron Weasley calls a time-out for Gryffindor."
Harry looked down to see everyone landing below him and he turned his broomstick to land. Once his feet hit the ground, Ron came over to him.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly. Harry nodded, his arm still around his side.
"I saw it." Ginny said. "I told Ron to call a time-out. It was Crabbe and Goyle. They performed Dopplebeater Defence."
The Dopplebeater Defense was where both Beaters hit the same Bludger at the same time to cause more injury to the person it hit.
"We'll have to forfeit." said Ron in a defeated voice. There were several yells of protest from everyone."Why?" Mark Evans yelled angrily.
"Look at Harry. He can't play like this." Ron said.
"No, look, Ron. I almost had the Snitch before you called the time-out." argued Harry.
"I don't want you getting hurt worse."
"I've been in worse situations, believe me, Ron." Harry said. "I can handle a few more minutes. That's just enough time for me to catch the Snitch."
Ron looked at Harry for a long moment as though deciding. He looked at all the other team members too, every single one of them drenched from the rain.
"Alright, fine." Ron said. "But only ten more minutes. And after that, you have to swear you'll go to the Hospital Wing. Great playing, by the way, you guys. Keep it up."
"Are you ready?" Madam Hooch said from behind Harry. Ron nodded and they all mounted their brooms. Madame Hooch signaled for the Slytherins to do the same at the other end of the field and she blew the whistle. Once again, Harry was in the air, still clutching his side.Once he returned to the spot where he had been when the first whistle had blown, he gazed around. Instantly, he spotted the Snitch. He sped up again and was soon tailed by Malfoy, who was catching up to him fast. Malfoy was level with him and they both were groping for the Snitch. Malfoy touched the sharp, fluttering wing and his hand was cut. Harry let go of his stomach, reached for the Snitch and felt his fingers touch it, but it slipped out because it was so wet. Harry put his tongue between his teeth and reached out for it, feeling his fingers close firmly around the golden ball.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! HARRY POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" Lee Jordan shouted. "ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"
There were cheers among the Gryffindor house and Harry couldn't help but smile through the pain. When he landed, everyone swarmed at him and he found himself being hugged by Hermione, who was leading the crowd.
"Oh, Harry! We won!" she squealed.
"Ouch, Hermione, be careful!" Harry said as he delicately peeled Hermione off of him. Her smile faded.
"What?" Hermione said. "What happened?"
"Bludger." Ron answered shortly in her ear. "Dopplebeater Defense."
"Dopple--" Hermione said and her eyes widened with realization. "Oh, Harry! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Right. Harry, you promised you'd go to the Hospital Wing." Ron said.
"D'you have to ruin this moment?" Harry asked, handing the Snitch to Ron and limped through the crowd as they all thumped his back and mussed up his hair even more. Some even gave him hugs. All the while, Harry smiled, trying to not yell out in pain.
The moment he reached the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey rushed out.
"Again?" she said exasperatedly, "Didn't I just get rid of you this morning?"
"Sorry." Harry said, his eyes beginning to water in pain.
"For goodness sake, can't you have one day where you don't get into trouble?" Madame Pomfrey said, pulling out her wand and tapping pulling Harry's arm away from his ribs. She tapped his stomach and an odd tickling sensation filled his gut and rose into his lungs and heart, making him feel as good as new. She gently tapped his nose and the bleeding stopped and the blood disappeared.
"Thanks." Harry said, walking off to the Gryffindor Common Room. When he got there, he saw red and gold streamers decorating the entire room and there were several kegs of Butterbeer that people were grabbing and taking swigs of whilst laughing at jokes. Also, an assortment of foods was laid out among the tables and couches so everyone was standing. What caught Harry's attention were Fred and Georges heads in the fire, laughing and joking and every once in a while giving an advertisement.
As Harry approached the twins, he grinned for the first time in a long time. Both of them turned their heads to face him.
"Hello, Harry! Congratulations on beating the scum of Hogwarts!" They shouted and most everyone turned to face Harry as well, proceeding to him to hug him or pat him on the back or offer him a Butterbeer. Ron and Hermione weaved through the crowd.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Couldn't be better! We beat the Slytherins!" Harry said grinning.
"Ladies and gentlemen of Gryffindor," George said and Fred cleared his throat.
"I propose a toast," he said. George took over.
"To our brother Ron!"
"No!" Ron yelled, "To Ginny!"
"To Mark and Dennis!" Ginny sang and Evans and Dennis grinned.
"To Harry!" Colin Creevy said, raising his mug of Butterbeer."No!" Harry said, raising his glass higher. "To Gryffindor!"
"TO GRYFFINDOR!" everyone shouted and in unison, they took a great swig save for Fred and George, whose heads gazed at everyone. Then, everyone applauded.
"No one proposed a toast to us!" Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper yelled over the crowd.
"To Gryffindor means to all of us, boys." Ginny said.
Around one in the morning, Professor McGonagall made herself present and even joined in the festivities for a bit before sending everyone to bed and Fred and George home at two-thirty.
"I suppose today wasn't all bad." Ron said, climbing into bed as the rest of the boys in the dormitory were still dressing.
"Are you kidding?" Dean Thomas said excitedly, jumping into bed as well, "Today was the best!"
"Yeah, that was a wicked catch you made, Harry!" exclaimed Seamus, beaming at Harry before pulling his curtains shut. Harry and Neville clambered into bed last and pulled their curtains closed and blowing out their lamps.
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The rest of the weekend went by too fast for Harry. In his Quidditch victory, his dreams were too filled of catching the Snitch to let in any nightmares and he slept well, waking up grinning. He was able to laugh at Ron's jokes and live through the huge pile of homework that had been given to him by Snape. It turned out that Hermione's frequent trips to the library were to compile notes on several things Harry could teach in Defense Against the Dark Art. There were notes and facts prepared for about three months worth of lessons, each with about twenty pages of information. Harry was so happy, he could have kissed her.
And as he walked down the corridors people often stopped him to congratulate him on his excellent flying. By the end of Sunday, Harry's heart was so light he felt he could fly without even a broom.
Finally, Monday rolled around and gossip even reached Harry, Ron and Hermione before setting foot in the Great Hall.
"What's up?" Ron asked a few First Year Ravenclaw girls as they walked to breakfast early in the morning.
"Oh, well…" one of the girls blushed, "Well, you see…"
"What she means to say is that Dumbledore found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for us. I mean-- besides you." she added turning to face Harry and giggling.
"Where is the teacher?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, well… she's in the Great Hall sitting next to Professor Snape." The third girl said.
"Oh no," Harry groaned, shutting his eyes in horror, "Snape… I hope she's not like him."
"Let's go see." Harry said, pointing to the entrance of the Great Hall. Inside, they stood to the side of the door as soon as they walked in to try and find Snape at the teacher's table.
"There he is," Hermione said, pointing to the left of Professor Sinistra. Ignoring Snape completely, they looked at the woman conversing with him in low tones. She had a young face, looking in her mid or late twenties, with glasses like Dumbledore's-- half-moon, like. Her hair was a shaggy dark brown and her chin was pointed. Her ears were pierced in several places and she was pale. As she grabbed for her fork and knife, Harry saw that her right arm was decked with bracelets of all kinds, sparkling in the sunlight of the ceiling and her left sleeve was down past her arm, ripped to shreds in an artful way. As she wiped her mouth and bid Snape good day, Harry saw her clothing was that that Harry knew Tonks might wear. Her robes were black as everyone else's, but were artfully shredded at the hems. A belt hung at her hips, but in a decorative way and under her robes, she wore a baggy yellow t-shirt and a purple skirt that ended at her knees. To cover what the skirt didn't, she wore a pair of Muggle jeans.
"Looks alright, don't you think?" Ron mumbled to Harry as the new teacher walked between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables, waving and smiling at everyone. Before she made it completely to the door, Professor Dumbledore stood up and called after her.
"Philberta, would you stop for a moment?"
She stopped in her tracks and turned around, putting her hands on her hips and smiling at him. Dumbledore smiled back and then spoke to those occupying the Great Hall.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he started just as George had Saturday night. "Please welcome your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for first through fifth and seventh years-- Professor Philberta Bradwer Frost!"
Professor Frost waved merrily at everyone as they applauded, apparently liking her.
"Very well!" Dumbledore said, "You may leave, Philberta!"
She waved to him again and turned on her heel, walking out the Great Hall, winking at Harry, Ron and Hermione on her way.
"Well, she does seem nice!" said Hermione approvingly.
"Yeah." Harry and Ron agreed as the three of them went to sit down for a short breakfast, before they would walk across the lawn to their Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Alrigh', gather 'round!" Hagrid said as they drew nearer, waving his giant hands in the air, beckoning them closer. "Got summat ter show yeh. I think Yeh'll like it!"
"Who says besides you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Harry, Ron an' Hermione." Hagrid said and Harry exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione.
"Oh, so now we have to believe Scarhead, the addled wonder?" Malfoy sneered again and Harry stared strait at Hagrid, attempting to ignore Malfoy, doing well except for his hands, which were slowly balling themselves into fists.
"Tha's righ', Malfoy." Hagrid said. "Which is why you'll be first to approach today's Magical Creature. Now--"
"Need any help?" said a friendly voice behind Harry and he turned to come face to face with Professor Frost, who was looking at Hagrid warmly."
"Ah, Professor. Shouldn't yeh be in class?" Hagrid asked.
"I don't have one at this time. Third class, I will."
"Well…" Hagrid said, looking quite taken aback at the fact someone actually wanted to help. "Yeah… I guess it'd be alrigh' if yeh helped a bit."
"Excellent. Where do I start?" Professor Frost said, clapping her hands together and rubbing them.
"We have to go into the forest a ways."
"Alright," Frost said enthusiastically, "Let's go!" And she strolled into the woods, apparently not hearing the mutterings behind her.
"Alrigh'," Hagrid said, trumping off behind her.
When they entered the woods, Harry sped up to jog next to Hagrid and Frost.
"Hagrid, where're we going?" Harry asked.
"Grawpy and Sarff."
"Grawp and Sarff?" gasped Harry. "But, isn't that-- wouldn't you-- wouldn't they--"
"Grawpy and Sarff are perfectly trained now that yeh've been workin' with them for a while. 'Sides, Dumbledore asked me."
"Ah, you must be Harry!" Frost said, walking to Harry and shaking his hand.
"Er-- yeah." Harry said, slightly taken aback by her friendliness.
"Excellent. You're teaching the Fifth years, right?" she asked, smiling at him, her torn robes flying behind her.
"Er-- yeah." Harry repeated.
"Ace. So, Dumbledore tells me you're highly advanced in Defence Against the Dark Arts-- taught other people illegally and everything!"
"Um-- yeah." said Harry, feeling rather stupid for being at a loss for words when she was complimenting him.
"I went to the Quidditch game yesterday. It's my favorite sport! You know, I came here for schooling and I was Seeker for Ravenclaw. That's what my name means-- 'brilliant'. Sort of funny how that turned out, eh?"
"Yeah… sure." Harry muttered.
"Anyway, you were a brilliant flier. I suppose it runs in your family."
"Erm-- a bit." Harry said, "My Dad was a Seeker as well."
"Excellent!" she said enthusiastically. Hagrid was now listening to the conversation.
"Ruddy brilliant, isn't he?" Hagrid said proudly and Malfoy snorted behind them.
"Oh shut up." Frost said, turning to face Malfoy, who looked shocked.
"We're 'ere!" Hagrid said happily, gesturing to Grawp and Sarff, who were restrained by dozens of ropes. "This is my little brother, Grawp an' his lady friend, Sarff."
"Aren't they dangerous, Hagrid?" Parvati Patil squeaked as Sarff blinked at her.
"Nah. S'long 's yer nice ter them." Hagrid said, striding forward. "'Lo, Grawpy!" he said and Grawp yelled loudly what sounded like a greeting. The whole class, save Harry, Ron, Hermione and Frost ran behind trees, occasionally peering out behind them.
"S'no use hidin'," Hagrid said, "They could easily rip the trees out. Anyway, I thought it'd be nice ter interact with them a bit today and maybe teach 'em a bit more o' English next class."
"This is going to be a long class." Harry mumbled to Ron and Hermione, who grinned nervously
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Well! I think this chapter went a lot better, don't you? I enjoyed writing it and I've absolutely fallen in love with the character of Professor Frost! I am SOOOOOO sorry for how long it took me to update, I've been so busy, you wouldn't believe it! Well, I've got lot's of things to say before I actually post this, so here we go.
Once again, I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the 15 days it took to post this and I hope you're not too mad at me. At this moment, I will say that updates will become less frequent, but I'll try as hard as I can to not make them longer than two weeks. I'm not saying I'll wait two weeks to post; heck, I'll post as soon as I get them done, but that's just a warning. I'm so incredibly sorry and I know you must all be mad at me right now! But I'm just way too busy to write daily anymore! Hopefully, it will calm down this month. I will NOT, however, give up on this story! That, I will completely refuse to do! This story is WAY too much fun to write!
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So, I got some people they want to be surprised with what's coming next in the next chapter, so I am officially moving the summary of the next chapter below where I sign my name at the very bottom so they can ignore it if they wish. Thanks for your patience!
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Next Time: There are more murders which puts Hagrid in a tight spot. Mark comes around and Harry makes a decision on what to do about the latest killings.