Okay. A new chapter. This is again, a semi-apology for not posting up the next chapter of 'Curses, Prophecies and the Elemental Guardians'. Unfortunately, I have severe writer's block for the current chapter. I know where I want to go, it's just getting there that's the problem.
But do not worry. This fic will continue to be posted as well. I will not abandon it. And there is a bit of characters being somewhat OOC in this fic. Mainly Harry, Ginny and McGonagall, for some strange reason. You also find out what Harry's 'condition' is. Funnily enough, no one mentioned that before. Oh well!
Read and enjoy!
Chapter 2: Reactions
The talk that met the young man's announcement was startling. Potter? The Potters had no other sons, nor did they have any distant relations.
"Any relation to Mr. James Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
"No. My father was Muggle-born. It's quite a common name." The man replied.
"And your mother?"
"Pureblood."
"What of your qualifications?" Dumbledore asked.
"Oh, those?" The newcomer – Harry Potter – grinned, handing a sheaf of parchment to the headmaster. "Eight OWLs, six NEWTs. Passed DADA with the highest grade in my school for twenty-one years." Harry explained. It was strange, but Harry's father had in fact held the highest score previous to that. "Os in Potions, Basic Healing, Charms, Transfiguration and Herbology."
"The guy must have been a swot in school." Sirius muttered to James.
"Your parents?" Dumbledore asked.
"What about them?" Harry's friendly tone became harder.
"Who are they?"
"They are dead. It doesn't matter. They died shortly after our arrival in Canada. At the hands of the one they wished to escape."
"Voldemort?"
"The same. I must say, having a Dark Lord wanting you dead does wonders for your schoolwork." He gave a grin.
"Why does he want you dead?"
"God only knows. Do I get the job? If not, I'm gonna have to go and tell everyone that I'll be living in my trunk for the next year."
"I believe, Headmaster, that if Mr Potter wishes to gain the job, that he should provide us with a demonstration." A woman commented coolly.
Harry whipped around to look at her. He examined her in seconds. Cold attitude, detached expression, hair worn severely up in a knot. Pretty if she attempted to be.
"Potions mistress." Harry stated before thinking.
People gasped. How did he know that?
"You are correct, Mr Potter. My name is Professor Videl." The woman explained, rising. "With your permission, headmaster?"
"Certainly, Denara." The headmaster smiled.
"Do you accept?" The woman turned to Harry.
The young man grinned recklessly. The students were puzzled, their Potions Mistress was an expert dueller, why was he so confident.
"Certainly, Ms. Videl." He smiled. "Question is, do you?"
She looked at him strangely.
"Protego fortensa!" Harry cried directing the spell to each side. A dome shimmered then disappeared. "That way no students will be hit with stray spells." He smiled.
The potions mistress raised a brow, and then strode to the centre of the room. They bowed, took ten paces from the centre and turned. And waited.
It was as though they were having a staring contest. Neither moved, neither gave any hint of what they were going to do. Then, suddenly:
"Stupefy!" Videl yelled.
"Protego!" Harry countered, and shot to the side, before shooting off, "Petrificus totalus!"
Videl hit the floor and rolled out of the way, shooting off her own spell. "Immobulus!"
Harry again dodged, but as he did so incanted, "Confundus!"
For a moment everyone looked surprised, what would a confusion spell do in a duel?
"Protego!" Videl blocked it, and gave a sly smile at Harry. "Come on, you can do better than that."
Harry was struck by the memory – Sirius falling through the veil... 'No, that was three years ago, you will not think of it!' He ordered himself, and looked at his opponent. "You know, the last person I heard say that died at the hands of his Death Eater cousin." He glared at the woman. "He was my godfather. I'd advise you never to say it." And then he twisted strangely, dodging her silently cast hex, and before anyone knew it, held a knife to the potions mistress's throat.
People stared, how on Earth had he beaten her? She was the best!
"And people tend to forget the power of Muggle means to a magical problem. Not that swords and daggers are Muggle. Just a little archaic to a lot of people." Harry shrugged. "Do you yield?"
She struggled, trying to shoot off a curse, before realising that her wand had gone from her hand and she was effectively pinned. "Yes. I can't believe that was over so quickly with such simple curses."
"Me too. Any time you want a rematch, call me. That did nothing to help. Man, I wish Ginny were here. She's the only other person who can beat me."
"Other person?" Dumbledore enquired as Harry removed the shield.
"Than Voldemort. Maybe a couple of his Death Eaters." Harry shrugged, unaware of the awe these students now held him in.
"Give me a definition of the Deadly Curses." Dumbledore asked.
"Curses as bad as the Unforgivables. In my opinion, they should be classed as such, but instead these are seven curses held under the name of the Deadly Curses. It is thought that they correspond to the Seven Deadly Sins, as it is all but one correspond with the traditional seven. There is the Lust Curse, permanent, which causes the victim to become a vampire every full moon, barely capable of controlling bloodlust and sexual lust. The victims are known as Moonlight Vampires, however, provided they are contained every full moon, they are perfectly safe, and the curse gives them some advantages that I will not detail now. There is the Bestial Curse, again it is permanent, which turns the victim into a werewolf. This is believed to be the origin of the first werewolf, but a side effect of the curse was once the werewolf bit someone, they gained the problem, until it became more of a disease. Most werewolves carry the condition via a bite, not the curse. The curse actually gives a werewolf more control over the form – the transformations are less violent unless it can smell human blood. There is the Wrath Curse, a temporary curse which causes the victim to feel completely blind rage against anyone or thing. While in it's thrall, the victim may kill their most beloved, not knowing what it is doing. There is also the Envy Curse, Pride Curse, Sloth Curse and Gluttony Curse. In affect, all of the curses will drive the victim to the point of committing heinous crimes, usually killing. The Sloth Curse is a little different in that it is more likely to be used to stop a person from paying attention to, or even caring about crimes going on around them."
Dumbledore blinked. The first three were very detailed. "You seem to know a lot about the curses."
"That I do. Do I get the job?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, I think that can be arranged. Everyone, greet the knew Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Potter."
Harry grinned as the students applauded.
"So, what's for dinner?" He asked amongst laughter.
# # #
"So, what do you think of the new DADA professor?" James asked Remus as he entered the Gryffindor tower, a group of First-years trailing him. "Boys dorms up the staircase on the left, door saying First-years, conveniently enough. Girls, same on the right."
The First-years left, scrambling up to their dorms.
"He seemed good. The way he was rolling off that definition of the Deadly Curses was amazing. And he was so quick in that duel. It's nice to see someone use a different form of fighting. Fencing is sadly out of use." Remus replied.
"Yes, Moony, we all know you like using swords to whack people with." Sirius smirked.
Remus rolled his eyes. "That is not the purpose of fencing, and you know it, Sirius Black."
At that moment, a redhead with vibrant green eyes entered. James jerked up involuntarily and stopped.
"Where are the First-years, James?" Lily Evans, the Head Girl, asked. She had deigned to call him by his first name at the end of the previous year, provided he did the same.
"In their dorms, Lily." James frowned, looking at her strangely. "Where did you think they were?"
Lily raised a brow. "I was merely making sure. I'm surprised there wasn't a prank from the Marauders at the start of term feast."
Sirius gasped. "I can't believe we forgot!"
"We didn't, Padfoot, it was to prevent McGonagall from killing me before I had a chance to prove I can do a good job. However, we now need to prank the new professor." James grinned.
"Are you sure he isn't related to you?" Lily asked, sitting down on a nearby sofa.
"Don't have any Harrys in our family. There's Uncle Harold, the Auror, he died last year." James looked sober for a moment. The loss of his favourite uncle had struck him hard. "But that's the only one I know. Certainly no one like him. Plus, he doesn't wear glasses."
"Maybe he's got those magical lenses. Like the Aurors use." Sirius suggested.
"What, you mean like Mad-Eye?" James grinned. "Maybe. He did mention something about working with Aurors. Hopefully, he'll be good at Defence. We've got the NEWTs this year, and I've got to get top grades."
"Why, to fuel your ego?" Lily asked.
"No. I want to be an Auror. I need top grades in Defence, Charms, Potions and Transfiguration. That's also why I'm doing Basic Healing, you need an E in that. I chose Care of Magical Creatures because I enjoy it." James responded.
Lily looked surprised. She hadn't expected him to go for something so serious. "Oh."
"Yes, oh."
"What are you planning to do, Lily?" Remus asked.
"Healing. Same classes as those for an Auror, funnily enough. Sometimes Dark Spells are placed on patients to keep them from being healed. I chose Herbology instead, though." Lily explained.
"Lily!" A voice called.
"Hey, Pia. Where'd you disappear to?" Lily asked.
"Oh, I had to ask McGonagall something. She was talking to the new professor. There's something weird about him."
"What?" James asked.
"His eyes for one. I've never seen anyone except Lily's mum with the same eyes as Lily. And this guy has them, just with a little less lash." She grinned. "And there's something in the way he moved around school. Supposedly, he's never been here, but he seems pretty confident with where he's going. And he even seems to know some of the teachers, yet he's never met them. And how on Earth did he identify Videl as the Potions Mistress?"
"Maybe he checked out a roster of the teaching staff before he got here." Lily suggested. "It can't be hard. If you really want to know, ask him in our first Defence lesson."
James frowned. "You've got a point, Lily, but so has Pia. I mean, he seemed so confident with where he was. And that shielding spell? I've heard of that. It requires a hell of a lot of power to complete. And a set of runes. And yet he built one successfully in seconds with the mere incantation."
"Well, that decides it." Sirius rubbed his hands together gleefully. "We've got our own little mystery to solve in the form of Harry Potter, Defence Professor."
# # #
The young man in question was currently working out where to teach. The room of the previous Defence teacher was too small, and it was not the one he himself was used to. Instead, he chose the rooms at the bottom of one of the towers, the room he was used to. The office was beside the tower room, and his private rooms were within the tower, including a room needed for his condition.
Professor Dumbledore frowned at the young man, wondering why he was asking for the use of a completely bare room.
"Professor Dumbledore, I have to tell you this first. In battle against Voldemort at the end of my last school year, I was struck by one of the Deadly Curses." Harry explained.
"The Lust Curse." Dumbledore nodded. "You don't show the signs of being a werewolf."
Harry nodded. "It has its advantages. I'm stronger, faster, more resistant to disease, I can keep going for longer, and my senses are sharper. Unfortunately, it also means I'm out of commission every full moon. I must be locked in this room from sunset to sunrise – moonrise to set is too risky. You must prevent anyone from entering the room, I'm unable to control the vampire within myself. Since I was struck at the end of June last year, there are apparently a number of changes that will happen to me. I am unaware of what, only that it will cement the curse. Unfortunately, if I am released on the night of the full moon, I cannot control my actions. I could kill students or worse." He looked down. The bloodlust was bad enough, but the sexual lust of the curse was even more uncontrollable.
"Then we will merely have to keep you locked up on full moons. Second Dark Creature at the school, how interesting." Dumbledore frowned.
"I assume you are speaking of Mr Lupin?" Harry asked.
"How did you...?"
"I could smell it. Werewolves, even in their normal, human form, have a distinct smell. The boy was bitten by one who was struck by the Bestial Curse, which is interesting." Harry frowned.
"Yes. I have never met a Moonlight Vampire before, you'll have to tell me about it." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "These rooms are for your office, classroom, and private rooms. I hope they will be suitable."
"Yes, they will." Harry smiled. "Thank you, Professor."
"We're colleagues, Mr. Potter, call me Albus." He smiled.
"Harry." The young man grinned.
At that moment he heard a sound and a beautiful phoenix with white tail- feathers appeared.
"Hedwig!" Harry cried. "Why didn't you appear at the feast, eh? Could've shocked the students even more."
Dumbledore raised his brows. "Dark Creature with Light. That's unusual."
"Hedwig was with me before I was struck by the Curse. She didn't desert me. She was originally my owl, but changed in my Sixth-year." Harry explained. He kept as much of what he said as truth to avoid being caught out by lies.
Dumbledore's eyes just twinkled. "Very well. You'll find out your own timetable tomorrow morning, since we hadn't prepared for a teacher as such. I was going to have to take the lessons along with other teachers, dependant on our own timetables. Your arrival makes this much easier. Now all that needs to be done is organise a guardian and a password to your new rooms."
Harry grinned. He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy this year.
# # #
A/N: So how was that? Any good? I love feedback, y'know.
Anyway, to my lovely reviewers...
I can't believe I had 15 of you for my first chapter! That the most I think I've ever had for a first chapter. Might be wrong, but I think so!
mrsmunkee: Glad you like Hedwig as a phoenix. It just fits, y'know? And yeah, Harry's OOCness is because of the whole prophecy over thing. Besides, he's only a little OOC. Thanks for the review!
Kandice: Thanks!
Yoshikuni-Miharu: Well you got the reaction. Ginny will be there soon enough, but there's at least another two chapters... James and Lily, well, they'll find out what they need to know. (That translates to I'm not telling you nothing! Sorry about the double negative, but it seems to fit!)
Rhyllen: That's blackmail! Anyway, here's the update. Chuckles evilly
Hermione1989: I'll continue, see? Should be reasonably long, but I'm still forming plot ideas! How awful of me!
justblue: Thankee kindly.
waffleshouse: Glad you think so! And cool name by the way.
Zekintha: Last dialogue, yeah, I liked that too!
Fanfic-Frankie: Thank you!
NathanPostmark: Where did you get that name? Cheers anyway!
Fragmentpieces: Damn I'm running out of ways to say thanks. Er... Ta!
meenyrocks: I have no idea how I get these ideas. But they aren't so much plot bunnies as plot tornadoes!
rebekah1: Merci?! (Trying to say thanks without repeating myself!)
Joeyperson: What does rawkin' mean? I need to know! Now! Anyway, er... gracias!
Heather: You want Harry to die in book 7? Doesn't that defeat the whole object of the series! That's utterly, utterly evil. And no, I haven't lost your penname... Grins evilly
Thanks to all of you! Now, I would love more feedback, especially about Harry's 'condition'. More will be explained in the next chapter – lessons. Yay!
'Til next week, when I should be updating Curses, and maybe the other fics (BtVS/HP crossovers, both).
Okay?
Toodles (to quote Heather).
Lol, Tanydwr
But do not worry. This fic will continue to be posted as well. I will not abandon it. And there is a bit of characters being somewhat OOC in this fic. Mainly Harry, Ginny and McGonagall, for some strange reason. You also find out what Harry's 'condition' is. Funnily enough, no one mentioned that before. Oh well!
Read and enjoy!
Chapter 2: Reactions
The talk that met the young man's announcement was startling. Potter? The Potters had no other sons, nor did they have any distant relations.
"Any relation to Mr. James Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
"No. My father was Muggle-born. It's quite a common name." The man replied.
"And your mother?"
"Pureblood."
"What of your qualifications?" Dumbledore asked.
"Oh, those?" The newcomer – Harry Potter – grinned, handing a sheaf of parchment to the headmaster. "Eight OWLs, six NEWTs. Passed DADA with the highest grade in my school for twenty-one years." Harry explained. It was strange, but Harry's father had in fact held the highest score previous to that. "Os in Potions, Basic Healing, Charms, Transfiguration and Herbology."
"The guy must have been a swot in school." Sirius muttered to James.
"Your parents?" Dumbledore asked.
"What about them?" Harry's friendly tone became harder.
"Who are they?"
"They are dead. It doesn't matter. They died shortly after our arrival in Canada. At the hands of the one they wished to escape."
"Voldemort?"
"The same. I must say, having a Dark Lord wanting you dead does wonders for your schoolwork." He gave a grin.
"Why does he want you dead?"
"God only knows. Do I get the job? If not, I'm gonna have to go and tell everyone that I'll be living in my trunk for the next year."
"I believe, Headmaster, that if Mr Potter wishes to gain the job, that he should provide us with a demonstration." A woman commented coolly.
Harry whipped around to look at her. He examined her in seconds. Cold attitude, detached expression, hair worn severely up in a knot. Pretty if she attempted to be.
"Potions mistress." Harry stated before thinking.
People gasped. How did he know that?
"You are correct, Mr Potter. My name is Professor Videl." The woman explained, rising. "With your permission, headmaster?"
"Certainly, Denara." The headmaster smiled.
"Do you accept?" The woman turned to Harry.
The young man grinned recklessly. The students were puzzled, their Potions Mistress was an expert dueller, why was he so confident.
"Certainly, Ms. Videl." He smiled. "Question is, do you?"
She looked at him strangely.
"Protego fortensa!" Harry cried directing the spell to each side. A dome shimmered then disappeared. "That way no students will be hit with stray spells." He smiled.
The potions mistress raised a brow, and then strode to the centre of the room. They bowed, took ten paces from the centre and turned. And waited.
It was as though they were having a staring contest. Neither moved, neither gave any hint of what they were going to do. Then, suddenly:
"Stupefy!" Videl yelled.
"Protego!" Harry countered, and shot to the side, before shooting off, "Petrificus totalus!"
Videl hit the floor and rolled out of the way, shooting off her own spell. "Immobulus!"
Harry again dodged, but as he did so incanted, "Confundus!"
For a moment everyone looked surprised, what would a confusion spell do in a duel?
"Protego!" Videl blocked it, and gave a sly smile at Harry. "Come on, you can do better than that."
Harry was struck by the memory – Sirius falling through the veil... 'No, that was three years ago, you will not think of it!' He ordered himself, and looked at his opponent. "You know, the last person I heard say that died at the hands of his Death Eater cousin." He glared at the woman. "He was my godfather. I'd advise you never to say it." And then he twisted strangely, dodging her silently cast hex, and before anyone knew it, held a knife to the potions mistress's throat.
People stared, how on Earth had he beaten her? She was the best!
"And people tend to forget the power of Muggle means to a magical problem. Not that swords and daggers are Muggle. Just a little archaic to a lot of people." Harry shrugged. "Do you yield?"
She struggled, trying to shoot off a curse, before realising that her wand had gone from her hand and she was effectively pinned. "Yes. I can't believe that was over so quickly with such simple curses."
"Me too. Any time you want a rematch, call me. That did nothing to help. Man, I wish Ginny were here. She's the only other person who can beat me."
"Other person?" Dumbledore enquired as Harry removed the shield.
"Than Voldemort. Maybe a couple of his Death Eaters." Harry shrugged, unaware of the awe these students now held him in.
"Give me a definition of the Deadly Curses." Dumbledore asked.
"Curses as bad as the Unforgivables. In my opinion, they should be classed as such, but instead these are seven curses held under the name of the Deadly Curses. It is thought that they correspond to the Seven Deadly Sins, as it is all but one correspond with the traditional seven. There is the Lust Curse, permanent, which causes the victim to become a vampire every full moon, barely capable of controlling bloodlust and sexual lust. The victims are known as Moonlight Vampires, however, provided they are contained every full moon, they are perfectly safe, and the curse gives them some advantages that I will not detail now. There is the Bestial Curse, again it is permanent, which turns the victim into a werewolf. This is believed to be the origin of the first werewolf, but a side effect of the curse was once the werewolf bit someone, they gained the problem, until it became more of a disease. Most werewolves carry the condition via a bite, not the curse. The curse actually gives a werewolf more control over the form – the transformations are less violent unless it can smell human blood. There is the Wrath Curse, a temporary curse which causes the victim to feel completely blind rage against anyone or thing. While in it's thrall, the victim may kill their most beloved, not knowing what it is doing. There is also the Envy Curse, Pride Curse, Sloth Curse and Gluttony Curse. In affect, all of the curses will drive the victim to the point of committing heinous crimes, usually killing. The Sloth Curse is a little different in that it is more likely to be used to stop a person from paying attention to, or even caring about crimes going on around them."
Dumbledore blinked. The first three were very detailed. "You seem to know a lot about the curses."
"That I do. Do I get the job?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, I think that can be arranged. Everyone, greet the knew Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Potter."
Harry grinned as the students applauded.
"So, what's for dinner?" He asked amongst laughter.
# # #
"So, what do you think of the new DADA professor?" James asked Remus as he entered the Gryffindor tower, a group of First-years trailing him. "Boys dorms up the staircase on the left, door saying First-years, conveniently enough. Girls, same on the right."
The First-years left, scrambling up to their dorms.
"He seemed good. The way he was rolling off that definition of the Deadly Curses was amazing. And he was so quick in that duel. It's nice to see someone use a different form of fighting. Fencing is sadly out of use." Remus replied.
"Yes, Moony, we all know you like using swords to whack people with." Sirius smirked.
Remus rolled his eyes. "That is not the purpose of fencing, and you know it, Sirius Black."
At that moment, a redhead with vibrant green eyes entered. James jerked up involuntarily and stopped.
"Where are the First-years, James?" Lily Evans, the Head Girl, asked. She had deigned to call him by his first name at the end of the previous year, provided he did the same.
"In their dorms, Lily." James frowned, looking at her strangely. "Where did you think they were?"
Lily raised a brow. "I was merely making sure. I'm surprised there wasn't a prank from the Marauders at the start of term feast."
Sirius gasped. "I can't believe we forgot!"
"We didn't, Padfoot, it was to prevent McGonagall from killing me before I had a chance to prove I can do a good job. However, we now need to prank the new professor." James grinned.
"Are you sure he isn't related to you?" Lily asked, sitting down on a nearby sofa.
"Don't have any Harrys in our family. There's Uncle Harold, the Auror, he died last year." James looked sober for a moment. The loss of his favourite uncle had struck him hard. "But that's the only one I know. Certainly no one like him. Plus, he doesn't wear glasses."
"Maybe he's got those magical lenses. Like the Aurors use." Sirius suggested.
"What, you mean like Mad-Eye?" James grinned. "Maybe. He did mention something about working with Aurors. Hopefully, he'll be good at Defence. We've got the NEWTs this year, and I've got to get top grades."
"Why, to fuel your ego?" Lily asked.
"No. I want to be an Auror. I need top grades in Defence, Charms, Potions and Transfiguration. That's also why I'm doing Basic Healing, you need an E in that. I chose Care of Magical Creatures because I enjoy it." James responded.
Lily looked surprised. She hadn't expected him to go for something so serious. "Oh."
"Yes, oh."
"What are you planning to do, Lily?" Remus asked.
"Healing. Same classes as those for an Auror, funnily enough. Sometimes Dark Spells are placed on patients to keep them from being healed. I chose Herbology instead, though." Lily explained.
"Lily!" A voice called.
"Hey, Pia. Where'd you disappear to?" Lily asked.
"Oh, I had to ask McGonagall something. She was talking to the new professor. There's something weird about him."
"What?" James asked.
"His eyes for one. I've never seen anyone except Lily's mum with the same eyes as Lily. And this guy has them, just with a little less lash." She grinned. "And there's something in the way he moved around school. Supposedly, he's never been here, but he seems pretty confident with where he's going. And he even seems to know some of the teachers, yet he's never met them. And how on Earth did he identify Videl as the Potions Mistress?"
"Maybe he checked out a roster of the teaching staff before he got here." Lily suggested. "It can't be hard. If you really want to know, ask him in our first Defence lesson."
James frowned. "You've got a point, Lily, but so has Pia. I mean, he seemed so confident with where he was. And that shielding spell? I've heard of that. It requires a hell of a lot of power to complete. And a set of runes. And yet he built one successfully in seconds with the mere incantation."
"Well, that decides it." Sirius rubbed his hands together gleefully. "We've got our own little mystery to solve in the form of Harry Potter, Defence Professor."
# # #
The young man in question was currently working out where to teach. The room of the previous Defence teacher was too small, and it was not the one he himself was used to. Instead, he chose the rooms at the bottom of one of the towers, the room he was used to. The office was beside the tower room, and his private rooms were within the tower, including a room needed for his condition.
Professor Dumbledore frowned at the young man, wondering why he was asking for the use of a completely bare room.
"Professor Dumbledore, I have to tell you this first. In battle against Voldemort at the end of my last school year, I was struck by one of the Deadly Curses." Harry explained.
"The Lust Curse." Dumbledore nodded. "You don't show the signs of being a werewolf."
Harry nodded. "It has its advantages. I'm stronger, faster, more resistant to disease, I can keep going for longer, and my senses are sharper. Unfortunately, it also means I'm out of commission every full moon. I must be locked in this room from sunset to sunrise – moonrise to set is too risky. You must prevent anyone from entering the room, I'm unable to control the vampire within myself. Since I was struck at the end of June last year, there are apparently a number of changes that will happen to me. I am unaware of what, only that it will cement the curse. Unfortunately, if I am released on the night of the full moon, I cannot control my actions. I could kill students or worse." He looked down. The bloodlust was bad enough, but the sexual lust of the curse was even more uncontrollable.
"Then we will merely have to keep you locked up on full moons. Second Dark Creature at the school, how interesting." Dumbledore frowned.
"I assume you are speaking of Mr Lupin?" Harry asked.
"How did you...?"
"I could smell it. Werewolves, even in their normal, human form, have a distinct smell. The boy was bitten by one who was struck by the Bestial Curse, which is interesting." Harry frowned.
"Yes. I have never met a Moonlight Vampire before, you'll have to tell me about it." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "These rooms are for your office, classroom, and private rooms. I hope they will be suitable."
"Yes, they will." Harry smiled. "Thank you, Professor."
"We're colleagues, Mr. Potter, call me Albus." He smiled.
"Harry." The young man grinned.
At that moment he heard a sound and a beautiful phoenix with white tail- feathers appeared.
"Hedwig!" Harry cried. "Why didn't you appear at the feast, eh? Could've shocked the students even more."
Dumbledore raised his brows. "Dark Creature with Light. That's unusual."
"Hedwig was with me before I was struck by the Curse. She didn't desert me. She was originally my owl, but changed in my Sixth-year." Harry explained. He kept as much of what he said as truth to avoid being caught out by lies.
Dumbledore's eyes just twinkled. "Very well. You'll find out your own timetable tomorrow morning, since we hadn't prepared for a teacher as such. I was going to have to take the lessons along with other teachers, dependant on our own timetables. Your arrival makes this much easier. Now all that needs to be done is organise a guardian and a password to your new rooms."
Harry grinned. He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy this year.
# # #
A/N: So how was that? Any good? I love feedback, y'know.
Anyway, to my lovely reviewers...
I can't believe I had 15 of you for my first chapter! That the most I think I've ever had for a first chapter. Might be wrong, but I think so!
mrsmunkee: Glad you like Hedwig as a phoenix. It just fits, y'know? And yeah, Harry's OOCness is because of the whole prophecy over thing. Besides, he's only a little OOC. Thanks for the review!
Kandice: Thanks!
Yoshikuni-Miharu: Well you got the reaction. Ginny will be there soon enough, but there's at least another two chapters... James and Lily, well, they'll find out what they need to know. (That translates to I'm not telling you nothing! Sorry about the double negative, but it seems to fit!)
Rhyllen: That's blackmail! Anyway, here's the update. Chuckles evilly
Hermione1989: I'll continue, see? Should be reasonably long, but I'm still forming plot ideas! How awful of me!
justblue: Thankee kindly.
waffleshouse: Glad you think so! And cool name by the way.
Zekintha: Last dialogue, yeah, I liked that too!
Fanfic-Frankie: Thank you!
NathanPostmark: Where did you get that name? Cheers anyway!
Fragmentpieces: Damn I'm running out of ways to say thanks. Er... Ta!
meenyrocks: I have no idea how I get these ideas. But they aren't so much plot bunnies as plot tornadoes!
rebekah1: Merci?! (Trying to say thanks without repeating myself!)
Joeyperson: What does rawkin' mean? I need to know! Now! Anyway, er... gracias!
Heather: You want Harry to die in book 7? Doesn't that defeat the whole object of the series! That's utterly, utterly evil. And no, I haven't lost your penname... Grins evilly
Thanks to all of you! Now, I would love more feedback, especially about Harry's 'condition'. More will be explained in the next chapter – lessons. Yay!
'Til next week, when I should be updating Curses, and maybe the other fics (BtVS/HP crossovers, both).
Okay?
Toodles (to quote Heather).
Lol, Tanydwr