A/N: Hi all!!! Sorry for my little moments of overwhelming crush-on-a-
fictional-character-ness in the last chapter (friend and myself go sigh),
but it can't be helped ... he's just so ... okay I won't get into that.
Sorry for not updating in long times but I only write at my friend's house (Rogue Elf on FictionPress, go check her out too), so sorry!!!!
Kay THANKS for reviewing, I love you all SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D:D
I'd just like to mention my friend Meaghan, a.k.a Rogue Elf, who is helping me write this story, and deserves MUCH CREDIT FOR THIS STORY AHHH MEG STOP BANGING ME ON THE HEAD FOR NOT MENTIONING YOU BEFORE AHHH STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY OKAY OKAY!!!!!!!! GRRR! OW!
THANKS for that ... yeah anyways ...
Kay so on with the story, because I know you're all DYING to see what happens next after the door banged open in the Great Halls, so ... yeah. READ ON AND REVIEW!!!!!!
The doors to the Great Hall burst open with a large bang.
All heads whipped around to face them, eyes wide with anticipation. "Ah yes, this must be them now ..." said Dumbledore, nodding. Everyone in the Hall seemed to be holding their breath, staring expectantly at the doors ...
And three mice squeaked their way into the giant room, looked around, and ran for cover under the Hufflepuff table.
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Ah. Well, you never know the strength of mice ... yes ... well ..."
A wave of murmurs and titters swept through the Hall as everyone said to the people around them, "That was odd."
Professor Sprout cleared her throat. "Settle down, students, settle down, it was naught but the wind. Mr. Longbottom, please close the doors, there's a boy. Thank you."
Neville Longbottom scurried over to the doors, red-faced, and shut them, hurrying back, to the Gryffindor table as quick as he could. Dumbledore raised his hands for silence. "As I was saying before I was – interrupted by the – mice," he cleared his throat, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes, "I have found not one, but three suitable people to fill the position of Defense Ag–"
The doors to the Great Hall burst open with a large bang again.
Everyone turned around in their seats, looking at the doors, and nothing was there but a few rays of moonlight shining through the Entrance Hall. Then a single leaf floated in on a slight breeze. Everyone's eyes followed it in its slow descent to the floor, and then as it softly came to rest.
Dumbledore raised one eyebrow. "Hmm. That's ... interesting ... funny, those doors ..."
"Bloody hell, what's going on?" Ron asked in an undertone. Hermione looked reproachfully at him.
"Ron!"
"What?"
"... Good question."
Harry rolled his eyes as Dumbledore raised his hands again for silence over the murmurs and whispers of the students and teachers alike. "Ahem. Excuse me, but there seems to be a problem with the doors. Mr. Malfoy, if you wouldn't mind closing them?"
Harry smirked as Malfoy got up across the hall, sending dark looks at the High Table and muttering to himself. Harry caught a few words as he passed by.
"... Not a bloody bellhop ..."
With a thud, the blond-haired Slytherin shut the doors once again, and turned away to go back to his seat when –
BOOM!
"AHHH!!!"
Malfoy flew across the room and crash-landed onto one of the Gryffindor girls as the Great Hall doors burst open once more behind him. This time there were three dark-robed figures standing in the doorway, framed by the moonlight in the Entrance Hall. The one to the far left had flames flickering all around the bottom of his red robes, while the one on the right had vines crawling all over his dark green ones. The one in the middle was shrouded in shadows, and by his feet stood a very large, winged, fanged, and clawed black jaguar.
The three of them stood there, faces hidden by black hoods, for a few seconds. Then they started walking forwards, between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables, straight down the Great Hall towards the High Table, still hidden by their billowing cloaks. Two low, deep voices started muttering a song. It echoed loudly in the dead-silent hall.
Harry suddenly had a flashback.
When he was nine years old and Aunt Marge was over, he had been forced to come downstairs, be insulted, and watch a Muggle movie. That movie happened to have been called "Star Wars," and he remembered a certain character with a billowing black cape and a shiny black helmet who seemed to be constantly followed by a piece of theme music that went just like the song that someone was singing in the Hall just now.
"Dum dum dum dum da dum dum da dum. Dum dum dum dum da dum dum da dum. DUM dum DUM dum da dadada dum dum dum da dadada dum dum dum da dum dum da dum."
(A/N: Who could forget Darth Vader?)
There was suddenly two slaps and two "Ow!"'s coming from the Slytherin table. The dum-ing stopped.
"Crabbe! Goyle! Shut up!" came a distinctive female voice. There was no mistaking it; Pansy Parkinson.
Harry and Ron snorted, and for a second, Harry could have sworn that the green-clad figure had snorted as well. He shook his head and put it out of his mind.
The three figures arrived at the High Table, climbed up behind it, and sat down in the three empty seats, flinging off their hoods in the process. Mouths dropped all over the Hall.
Three girls – women – were revealed underneath.
Clad in red was a brown-eyed lady with dark brown hair, streaked with red, that curled down, touching her shoulders. The one in dark green and blue had the longest hair of the three, light brown and slightly wavy. Vines were woven into the locks, and her blue eyes stood out from her face. The third lady had shoulder-length black hair with purple streaks in the front, framing her face. Her eyes were gray, with hints of green and blue melded in as well. All three looked to be around the age of seventeen or so.
The very large, winged, fanged, and clawed black jaguar sat at her feet.
The Hall was still silent, all the boys' jaws were still dropped, the three mice were still hiding under the Hufflepuff table, and the single leaf still rested on the floor by the open doors. Dumbledore stood, raising his hands for silence, although it was far from needed.
"Ahem. Well. It appears that our new professors have arrived. Before I continue, Mr. Malfoy, could you please rein in your hormones and get off of Miss Weasley?"
Many heads swiveled to look at the Gryffindor table, though most of the boys still stared at the three new teachers. Malfoy was sitting on Ginny, looking quite out cold. The redhead looked up at her friends, who were looking at her in horror, and said quietly, "Help!"
Malfoy stirred and sat up, rubbing his head. "Ouch ... who hit me?"
"Oh yeah ... sorry about that," said the woman in green from the High Table in a British accent, finally speaking. Ron snorted.
Malfoy got up and stalked, very red in the face, across the Hall to the Slytherin table as Ginny got out her toothbrush again. There were a few laughs and giggles, but not many, because most of the students were still staring at the three new professors, who were, corny as it sounds, stunning.
"Thank you," said Dumbledore. "Now, please allow me to introduce you all to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. Fiora," he said, and the one in red stood up, flashing a brilliant smile around at the students. One of the boys at the Hufflepuff table actually fell off the bench backwards as she did so, and many others drooled.
"Dakira."
The woman in the middle, dressed in black and purple, nodded at the hall, no trace of a smile on her face. "It's Darkira."
"Yes. Dakira."
"Darkira!"
"Yes, Dakira!"
"Pronounce the 'r', Albus!" she screeched, half-rising out of her chair. Dumbledore sighed and said it correctly.
The boys at the Slytherin table looked up at her with admiration and liking showing in their faces. A couple drooled.
"Please do excuse me for the mispronunciation, Darkira," he said, bowing. She merely glared at him and sat back down slowly, petting her overlarge cat's head. Harry, down at the Gryffindor table, could have sworn that the Headmaster turned slightly – very slightly – a little pink with embarrassment, but it quickly disappeared. He then said the third name.
"Astaria."
The woman in dark green robes stood up, smiling at the students in the Hall. "Hello, all," she said prettily, and more boys got huge silly grins on their faces. More than one drooled. She sat back down and curled up sideways in her chair, still smiling.
Dumbledore coughed politely, and got the attention of half the students in the Hall again. The male half couldn't seem to tear their eyes away from the three professors, so Dumbledore gave up on it after three more polite coughs.
"Now that we have all been introduced, let us proceed with the Sorting."
Ron's stomach grumbled as he groaned. "I'm starving! Why can't we eat first?"
"Ron, the Sorting is very important. Why are you always thinking about your stomach?" Hermione said sternly to him. Harry rolled his eyes; here they went again.
"Do not," said Ron.
"You do!"
"I do not!"
"Oh, don't be so immature and deny it!"
"Oh, I'm immature?!"
At that, Professor McGonagall came into the Great Hall, followed by the tiny new first years, looking terrified as always. The stool was brought out and the ratty old Sorting Hat placed upon it, and a silence fell just before it broke out into song.
After the first line, the woman in red – Fiora – clapped her hands. "Oh, the hat sings!" she exclaimed in delight. Her companions – Darkira and Astaria – glared at her and hissed "Shut up!" to her as the hat continued singing. It sounded slightly disgruntled to Harry after that, however.
When it had finished, the Hall burst into applause, and it bowed to all four tables, stood up straight, and was still again. McGonagall read out the first name off her scroll.
"Alton, George!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Aguilar, Sonia!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
In between "Parker, Hallie" and "Pittleson, Louise," Ron groaned from hunger again. Hermione shot him a dark look and it shut him up temporarily.
When all the first years were sorted, Dumbledore stood up once more. "As I know you are all dying to tuck in, I must say, please do so."
Everyone fell upon the food as it appeared on the golden plates, especially Ron. The feast was very enjoyable, but nearly every boy from every house kept glancing back up at the High Table to sneak looks at the three new professors. Darkira was hunched slightly over her food, as if to protect it from anyone who might be looking to steal it from her. Harry noticed that Fiora was doing the same thing. When he looked at Astaria, clad in green, he saw that she wasn't hunched over ... but each time the person next to her – Professor Sinistra – so much as looked at Astaria's plate, a vine appeared in her hand, looking ready for use.
Once everyone had finished eating and the plates had cleared to their original, sparkling state, Dumbledore rose to his feet again.
"I know that you are all very full and quite sleepy ..."
Ron and Harry looked hopeful.
"... But I'm afraid I have a few more announcements to make before I send you all up to bed." There were groans all throughout the Hall. Dumbledore smiled. "For the first years, I'd like to make it clear that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students – including sixth years."
Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned.
"Also, Mr. Filch has asked me to tell you that there is no magic in the corridors, and that most products from a certain recently-established joke shop are not permitted in the corridors, either. If you wish to see the complete list of items not allowed here, please make your way to Mr. Filch's office on the second floor." His eyes twinkled. "Also, there is an announcement about an organization that was established last year during Professor Umbridge's stay here."
There were loud mutters and growls all throughout the Hall. At the High Table, the black winged cat of Darkira's hissed.
"It is an organization started by three enthusiastic fifth years, now in their sixth year, and it is a program for students of all ages who wish to have extra time practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts. Its name is the DA, short for the Defense Association, and it is open to all students from every house. It will be supervised by our new Professors, Darkira, Fiora, and Astaria, and will be held in the Room of Requirement every Wednesday night at seven o' clock," Dumbledore announced. "Any student that wishes to come is welcome."
Harry, Ron and Hermione were all grinning widely.
"Now, I know that you are all very tired, so off to bed with you. Chop chop!"
Everyone got to their feet, stretching, and as Ron and Hermione went over to the first years to show them the way up to Gryffindor Tower, Harry made his way out of the hall on his own, throwing one last look over his shoulder at the three ladies seated at the High Table.
This was going to be an interesting year.
Sorry for not updating in long times but I only write at my friend's house (Rogue Elf on FictionPress, go check her out too), so sorry!!!!
Kay THANKS for reviewing, I love you all SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D:D
I'd just like to mention my friend Meaghan, a.k.a Rogue Elf, who is helping me write this story, and deserves MUCH CREDIT FOR THIS STORY AHHH MEG STOP BANGING ME ON THE HEAD FOR NOT MENTIONING YOU BEFORE AHHH STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY OKAY OKAY!!!!!!!! GRRR! OW!
THANKS for that ... yeah anyways ...
Kay so on with the story, because I know you're all DYING to see what happens next after the door banged open in the Great Halls, so ... yeah. READ ON AND REVIEW!!!!!!
The doors to the Great Hall burst open with a large bang.
All heads whipped around to face them, eyes wide with anticipation. "Ah yes, this must be them now ..." said Dumbledore, nodding. Everyone in the Hall seemed to be holding their breath, staring expectantly at the doors ...
And three mice squeaked their way into the giant room, looked around, and ran for cover under the Hufflepuff table.
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Ah. Well, you never know the strength of mice ... yes ... well ..."
A wave of murmurs and titters swept through the Hall as everyone said to the people around them, "That was odd."
Professor Sprout cleared her throat. "Settle down, students, settle down, it was naught but the wind. Mr. Longbottom, please close the doors, there's a boy. Thank you."
Neville Longbottom scurried over to the doors, red-faced, and shut them, hurrying back, to the Gryffindor table as quick as he could. Dumbledore raised his hands for silence. "As I was saying before I was – interrupted by the – mice," he cleared his throat, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes, "I have found not one, but three suitable people to fill the position of Defense Ag–"
The doors to the Great Hall burst open with a large bang again.
Everyone turned around in their seats, looking at the doors, and nothing was there but a few rays of moonlight shining through the Entrance Hall. Then a single leaf floated in on a slight breeze. Everyone's eyes followed it in its slow descent to the floor, and then as it softly came to rest.
Dumbledore raised one eyebrow. "Hmm. That's ... interesting ... funny, those doors ..."
"Bloody hell, what's going on?" Ron asked in an undertone. Hermione looked reproachfully at him.
"Ron!"
"What?"
"... Good question."
Harry rolled his eyes as Dumbledore raised his hands again for silence over the murmurs and whispers of the students and teachers alike. "Ahem. Excuse me, but there seems to be a problem with the doors. Mr. Malfoy, if you wouldn't mind closing them?"
Harry smirked as Malfoy got up across the hall, sending dark looks at the High Table and muttering to himself. Harry caught a few words as he passed by.
"... Not a bloody bellhop ..."
With a thud, the blond-haired Slytherin shut the doors once again, and turned away to go back to his seat when –
BOOM!
"AHHH!!!"
Malfoy flew across the room and crash-landed onto one of the Gryffindor girls as the Great Hall doors burst open once more behind him. This time there were three dark-robed figures standing in the doorway, framed by the moonlight in the Entrance Hall. The one to the far left had flames flickering all around the bottom of his red robes, while the one on the right had vines crawling all over his dark green ones. The one in the middle was shrouded in shadows, and by his feet stood a very large, winged, fanged, and clawed black jaguar.
The three of them stood there, faces hidden by black hoods, for a few seconds. Then they started walking forwards, between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables, straight down the Great Hall towards the High Table, still hidden by their billowing cloaks. Two low, deep voices started muttering a song. It echoed loudly in the dead-silent hall.
Harry suddenly had a flashback.
When he was nine years old and Aunt Marge was over, he had been forced to come downstairs, be insulted, and watch a Muggle movie. That movie happened to have been called "Star Wars," and he remembered a certain character with a billowing black cape and a shiny black helmet who seemed to be constantly followed by a piece of theme music that went just like the song that someone was singing in the Hall just now.
"Dum dum dum dum da dum dum da dum. Dum dum dum dum da dum dum da dum. DUM dum DUM dum da dadada dum dum dum da dadada dum dum dum da dum dum da dum."
(A/N: Who could forget Darth Vader?)
There was suddenly two slaps and two "Ow!"'s coming from the Slytherin table. The dum-ing stopped.
"Crabbe! Goyle! Shut up!" came a distinctive female voice. There was no mistaking it; Pansy Parkinson.
Harry and Ron snorted, and for a second, Harry could have sworn that the green-clad figure had snorted as well. He shook his head and put it out of his mind.
The three figures arrived at the High Table, climbed up behind it, and sat down in the three empty seats, flinging off their hoods in the process. Mouths dropped all over the Hall.
Three girls – women – were revealed underneath.
Clad in red was a brown-eyed lady with dark brown hair, streaked with red, that curled down, touching her shoulders. The one in dark green and blue had the longest hair of the three, light brown and slightly wavy. Vines were woven into the locks, and her blue eyes stood out from her face. The third lady had shoulder-length black hair with purple streaks in the front, framing her face. Her eyes were gray, with hints of green and blue melded in as well. All three looked to be around the age of seventeen or so.
The very large, winged, fanged, and clawed black jaguar sat at her feet.
The Hall was still silent, all the boys' jaws were still dropped, the three mice were still hiding under the Hufflepuff table, and the single leaf still rested on the floor by the open doors. Dumbledore stood, raising his hands for silence, although it was far from needed.
"Ahem. Well. It appears that our new professors have arrived. Before I continue, Mr. Malfoy, could you please rein in your hormones and get off of Miss Weasley?"
Many heads swiveled to look at the Gryffindor table, though most of the boys still stared at the three new teachers. Malfoy was sitting on Ginny, looking quite out cold. The redhead looked up at her friends, who were looking at her in horror, and said quietly, "Help!"
Malfoy stirred and sat up, rubbing his head. "Ouch ... who hit me?"
"Oh yeah ... sorry about that," said the woman in green from the High Table in a British accent, finally speaking. Ron snorted.
Malfoy got up and stalked, very red in the face, across the Hall to the Slytherin table as Ginny got out her toothbrush again. There were a few laughs and giggles, but not many, because most of the students were still staring at the three new professors, who were, corny as it sounds, stunning.
"Thank you," said Dumbledore. "Now, please allow me to introduce you all to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. Fiora," he said, and the one in red stood up, flashing a brilliant smile around at the students. One of the boys at the Hufflepuff table actually fell off the bench backwards as she did so, and many others drooled.
"Dakira."
The woman in the middle, dressed in black and purple, nodded at the hall, no trace of a smile on her face. "It's Darkira."
"Yes. Dakira."
"Darkira!"
"Yes, Dakira!"
"Pronounce the 'r', Albus!" she screeched, half-rising out of her chair. Dumbledore sighed and said it correctly.
The boys at the Slytherin table looked up at her with admiration and liking showing in their faces. A couple drooled.
"Please do excuse me for the mispronunciation, Darkira," he said, bowing. She merely glared at him and sat back down slowly, petting her overlarge cat's head. Harry, down at the Gryffindor table, could have sworn that the Headmaster turned slightly – very slightly – a little pink with embarrassment, but it quickly disappeared. He then said the third name.
"Astaria."
The woman in dark green robes stood up, smiling at the students in the Hall. "Hello, all," she said prettily, and more boys got huge silly grins on their faces. More than one drooled. She sat back down and curled up sideways in her chair, still smiling.
Dumbledore coughed politely, and got the attention of half the students in the Hall again. The male half couldn't seem to tear their eyes away from the three professors, so Dumbledore gave up on it after three more polite coughs.
"Now that we have all been introduced, let us proceed with the Sorting."
Ron's stomach grumbled as he groaned. "I'm starving! Why can't we eat first?"
"Ron, the Sorting is very important. Why are you always thinking about your stomach?" Hermione said sternly to him. Harry rolled his eyes; here they went again.
"Do not," said Ron.
"You do!"
"I do not!"
"Oh, don't be so immature and deny it!"
"Oh, I'm immature?!"
At that, Professor McGonagall came into the Great Hall, followed by the tiny new first years, looking terrified as always. The stool was brought out and the ratty old Sorting Hat placed upon it, and a silence fell just before it broke out into song.
After the first line, the woman in red – Fiora – clapped her hands. "Oh, the hat sings!" she exclaimed in delight. Her companions – Darkira and Astaria – glared at her and hissed "Shut up!" to her as the hat continued singing. It sounded slightly disgruntled to Harry after that, however.
When it had finished, the Hall burst into applause, and it bowed to all four tables, stood up straight, and was still again. McGonagall read out the first name off her scroll.
"Alton, George!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Aguilar, Sonia!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
In between "Parker, Hallie" and "Pittleson, Louise," Ron groaned from hunger again. Hermione shot him a dark look and it shut him up temporarily.
When all the first years were sorted, Dumbledore stood up once more. "As I know you are all dying to tuck in, I must say, please do so."
Everyone fell upon the food as it appeared on the golden plates, especially Ron. The feast was very enjoyable, but nearly every boy from every house kept glancing back up at the High Table to sneak looks at the three new professors. Darkira was hunched slightly over her food, as if to protect it from anyone who might be looking to steal it from her. Harry noticed that Fiora was doing the same thing. When he looked at Astaria, clad in green, he saw that she wasn't hunched over ... but each time the person next to her – Professor Sinistra – so much as looked at Astaria's plate, a vine appeared in her hand, looking ready for use.
Once everyone had finished eating and the plates had cleared to their original, sparkling state, Dumbledore rose to his feet again.
"I know that you are all very full and quite sleepy ..."
Ron and Harry looked hopeful.
"... But I'm afraid I have a few more announcements to make before I send you all up to bed." There were groans all throughout the Hall. Dumbledore smiled. "For the first years, I'd like to make it clear that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students – including sixth years."
Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned.
"Also, Mr. Filch has asked me to tell you that there is no magic in the corridors, and that most products from a certain recently-established joke shop are not permitted in the corridors, either. If you wish to see the complete list of items not allowed here, please make your way to Mr. Filch's office on the second floor." His eyes twinkled. "Also, there is an announcement about an organization that was established last year during Professor Umbridge's stay here."
There were loud mutters and growls all throughout the Hall. At the High Table, the black winged cat of Darkira's hissed.
"It is an organization started by three enthusiastic fifth years, now in their sixth year, and it is a program for students of all ages who wish to have extra time practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts. Its name is the DA, short for the Defense Association, and it is open to all students from every house. It will be supervised by our new Professors, Darkira, Fiora, and Astaria, and will be held in the Room of Requirement every Wednesday night at seven o' clock," Dumbledore announced. "Any student that wishes to come is welcome."
Harry, Ron and Hermione were all grinning widely.
"Now, I know that you are all very tired, so off to bed with you. Chop chop!"
Everyone got to their feet, stretching, and as Ron and Hermione went over to the first years to show them the way up to Gryffindor Tower, Harry made his way out of the hall on his own, throwing one last look over his shoulder at the three ladies seated at the High Table.
This was going to be an interesting year.