Severus Snape's Roommate- Chapter the Fifth
Youko surveyed his class with chagrin. They seemed to know very little of the supposed curriculum that Dumbledore said they should know from their supposed five years at the school Hogwarts. He was now extremely uncertain they would grasp his lesson, as it was quite puzzle some.
He gently set down his roll sheet and sat at his desk. Internally, he was cursing what ever genius gave him sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins first thing on a Monday morning. As he had walked in, two students had been engaged in what they seemed to think was mortal combat. At least, one of them did. The young Malfoy was the one who seemed to be using his all and failing miserably, while the other, who he later gathered was a Mr. Potter, seemed to not even be trying. He had stood there uncomfortable for a moment pondering what to do. Then a student spoke up, Ms. Granger, he thought.
"Densaugeo," Potter said calmly. Malfoy threw his hand quickly to his face to hide the rapidly emerging teeth. He managed to get off one more spell.
"Petrificus totalus!"
Potter stepped aside neatly and cast the disarming spell, grabbing Malfoy's wand out of mid air and reversing the tooth magnifier spell in one efficient movement.
Youko stood there blankly for a moment.
"What is the general means of punishment, Ms..."
"Granger, sir. Generally you give them detentions, Professor, but-"
"That will be enough, Ms. Granger. Detention, both of you. I'll notify you of the time later. Take your seats, children, so we might begin."
They all sat down grudgingly, the green-shirted ones sitting as far away from the red-shirted ones as possible. Mr. Malfoy was glaring at his defeater, who had yet to have returned his wand. Mr. Potter sat there indifferently, paying rapt attention to the new Professor.
He now was trying to formulate a plan as to where to begin in his lesson. As the students were getting restless, he decided to start from the beginning and see where he got. He stood abruptly and began to pace.
"Now class, whether you are aware or not, there are actually three divisions among the worlds. The first is the Human or Mortal world as it might be called, where we all live- Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"So you're saying we live in the same world as the Muggles?"
"Isn't that kind of obvious, boy? I mean, there's no distinction non-Magical and definitely none like the ones separating the other realms. Now, as I was saying, there is also a spirit world of sorts. Dead souls go there, across the River Styx. The 'gods,' I suppose, of the universe reside there, as do the other higher deities, including the 'Grim Reapers.' Really, that's not to accurate a name as the majority of them are nothing if not cheerful... but that's another story. The third is the world of demons. This world is the most heavily guarded and today we will be learning of it's residents. Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"What's it like? Are there many powerful people there? Could you go there to test your self?"
"You could, Mr. Potter, yes, but it probably not be too wise. Yes, the inhabitants are very powerful, and it's not fun place to be. A venture there is not something to be considered lightly. Might I inquire why you might wish to go there?"
"I wish to train, Professor. You've heard of Voldemort- oh shut up you," he said in response to the gasps of his classmates, "Anyway, you've heard of Voldemort, have you not? No? Hmm... he's kind of the big bad wolf of the moment. He's horrible, absolutely terrifying. None of the kids here really know what he's capable of, 'cept maybe Neville, and Malfoy and a couple others. And even they've never been to one of his 'games.' Apparently, as the Daily Prophet puts it, 'Harry Potter is the only hope in the fight against You-Know-Who,'" he said mockingly. His eyes were shadowed by thousands of horrid memories, but he shook his head quickly and became once again carefree and young.
"Ah. A seventeen year old boy is the only hope? Again? Someone up there's really slipping. No offense, of course, Koenma, but honestly? Well, as I appear to be able to assist you in this, see me after class, both about you're detention and this venture, alright?"
Mr. Potter nodded impassively as one of his classmates rose his hand carefully.
"Yes, Mr...?"
"Finnegan. You sound like you know these things first hand."
"Oh, but I do, Mr. Finnegan, I do."
After all, being on the wrong side of the law often gives you the clearest picture.