Chapter 12: A Project
"Hey wait up!" Harris Gryffindor ran to catch up with his best friend, Ilo, to the bus station where they would catch their 'bus' to go to school. For some strange reason it was a tradition to travel to the school on a giant flying bus.
Harris had always wondered who came up with the crazy idea of driving a flying car to school?
Ilo impatiently stopped and turned around and gestured for Harris to hurry. "Come on we're going to be late!"
Together they ran quickly to where there were two different bathrooms marked 'out
of Order'. Actually during this time of year these bathrooms were always 'out of
order'. Making sure that no muggles were looking Ilo and Harris walked into the
bathrooms with their trunks behind them onto the Bus Terminal #35.4. They
hurried to get onto the bus. You see this was no ordinary bus. The bus was eight
stories high, one for every year and for prefects. On each level was several rooms
with big plush sofas for the children to sit on during the journey. Also to stop fights
between the houses, each house had their own separate room. As soon as the two
boys got up to their level of the train, their best friend, Chesna Miller ran up to them
and gave them both hugs.
"Can you believe it, we're going to be Tyro's this year! Are dorms are bigger and we have more areas that we can access in the castle. You know what that mean? MORE PRANKS!"
Harris laughed at his friends enthusiasm, while Ilo scoffed.
"Guys I am a prefect this year, and if I get caught pulling to many pranks with you guys or even watching you without taking points away, I could lose my badge! It is stated specially on page 783, section three, rule number 4008 for prefects that 'Prefects must…" He stopped when he realized that Chesna was making faces behind his back and Harris was doubling over in silent laughter. Their friend took rules WAY to seriously. They highly doubted that any teachers knew the prefects guide better than Ilo.
"Ilo you should have been in Granger!" Chesna said, responding to the deep from on Ilo's face.
"Don't worry Miller, I doubt that Kushler has enough brains to get into Malfoy house!" Came the voice that they trio had learned to detest for so long. Flynn Weasleyson.
To call someone from Granger, Potter, or Weasley house as stupid as a Malfoy was one of the biggest insults you could give. The Malfoy's were known for their generosity, kindness, and having hearts larger than brains. (Ah, the irony)
"Well Weasel, I'm surprised you had enough brains to get into the school. Period. The Malfoy's look like Aelian compared to you." (Aelian was a famous wizard
known for his defeat of the evil wizard Lesterage, much like Merlin in Harry's universe.)
They heard a voice outside their compartment. "Flynn where are you?"
Flynn narrowed his eyes at the trio and ran out to go find out who was calling his name.
The trip was over in no time and the trio couldn't wait to go and eat at the feast.
They waited impatiently as the carriages started to come and then when the
Neophytes were being sorted in the sorting both. On one edge of the hall there was
a small room with a glass door where each student would enter and after usually a
couple of minutes the room would change from it's original color of white to either
blue, orange, red, or purple and sparkling letters proclaiming the name of the house
that that student would be in. When the food appeared Ilo once again had to make
the comment about how he was amazed that the other two could eat so much and yet
not be as fat as pigs. At the end of the feast when everyone was stuffed to the brim
the headmistress stood up.
"Welcome everyone to a new year of school! I know that you all have very important classes tomorrow that you don't want to fall asleep in so I wont keep you long. Everyone, this is Professor Rettop, your new History of Magic teacher."
Harris looked up expecting to see an old man with boring features but instead found
someone that looked like he couldn't have been out of school for more than five
years. He looked very cool. His raven hair was pulled back in a small ponytail with a
goatee. The man's eyes were a sparkling gray/blue color. Harris simply shrugged it
off and headed up to his common room for a nice fitful sleep.
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Meanwhile Harry Potter aka Professor Rettop, left the castle quickly and quietly
under his father's old cloak. It had been may years since he had had the cloak, seeing
as he had given it to his son and that son had given it to his own son on and on until
it got to Ariel, who had returned the cloak to Harry. He ran across the grounds
straight into the Forbidden Forest. Following a path long gone Harry returned to the
clearing where he had buried his best friends. Silently he reached the tomb and sat
on a stone bench beside the graves. The clearing hadn't changed that much since he
had last been here, seeing as he had put an 'ever fresh' charm on it to keep it clean.
Looking the area where his three best friends and wife were buried Harry let silent
tears slip down his cheeks. Here were lying his best friends, his life. A pain ripped
through his heart that he not felt in a long time.
"I miss you guys so much. If only you could see what Hogwarts has become, it is amazing! What I wouldn't give to have you here with me!"
He said, as though hoping for a response from his long-dead friends. Of course none came, so Harry, ready to start his teaching career left with a sad expression and a heavy heart.
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The next morning seemed to come to soon for Harris, the light shining in his door
room from the curtains that Ilo had pulled open. Harris hated the morning!
"Harris if you don't hurry we're going to be late for our first lesson! You have
already slept through breakfast!" Ilo informed his best friend, who immediately
jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. When he made his way down the
steps, bag flung over his shoulder Chesna handed him a small stack of toast.
"Thank you!" He said, a piece of bread half way in his mouth. "What do we have first today?"
Ilo, coming up behind them told Harris, "History of Magic with Malfoys. Shouldn't be too bad, and don't you two dare try to sleep during class this year, you want to make a good impression on the new teacher."
As he said this, Chesna's eyes light up with a mischievous glow. Knowing full well what that meant Ilo said, "Don't you dare Chesna! It is his first class, and your going to ruin it for him! As well as lose us many house points on our first day!"
Chesna grinned evilly.
"And? It means he won't be expecting it! The sooner we strike the less time the other teachers have time to warn him about us!"
Rolling his eyes, Ilo said no more, knowing it wouldn't do any good. Arriving in the
class they saw the new professor sitting leaned back in his chair, feet on his desk, with
a thoughtful look on his face. One by one the students arrived until everyone was
there, but the professor was still sitting at his desk, not saying a word. Finally a timid
Malfoy girl named Eos, said in a quiet voice, "Professor, everyone is here and ready
for you to start."
When this didn't work Chesna shot a curse to make the chair tip and the professor
tip out, but instead of moving him, it made Chesna fall out of her seat, where several
seconds later, embarrassed and red faced she got up back into her seat.
"Now class, do you think that Ms. Miller will ever try to tip me out of my chair again?"
Startled that the professor had finally spoken no one answered for several seconds,
and then broke out into a murmured round of 'no's' After that the professor spoke
once more, still in his relaxed position. "Will anyone else in this class try what Ms.
Miller did?" Another round of no's. Smiling the professor stood finally, he was quite
tall and muscular.
"And that class is the beauty of history, you can learn from the mistakes that you
didn't have to make! Unless you don't know of these mistakes or forget them, which
is what I am here from preventing you from doing. Now this year will be quite
different from your other years, I promise. No long sessions of taking notes or
listening to lectures, because I don't feel that that is the way you really KNOW
history. Now seeing as this is a class twenty I want five groups of four in this class.
Each group will have a separate period in history to study, and I don't mean writing a
simple report on the dates of important events. No, you will know your period in
time so well that you will know everything from what clothes were popular to what
foods people liked to eat. You will eat, drink, live, and sleep your history, and by the
end of the year you will know enough to stump even the most educated adults. Now
are there any questions?"
Lots of hands went into the air. "Mr. Gryffindor."
"Will we be able to form our own groups?"
"No, I will be picking them for you." There were groans through out the room. Ilo raised his hand.
"What time periods are there going to be?"
"Ah that Mr. Kushler I cannot tell you yet, I don't want anyone to have a head start on the research."
The class gaped, surprised that he could guess so quickly that that was why Ilo
wanted to know about all the time periods. There were a couple more not very
important questions before the bell rang and the students left for their next class.
Happy that his first class had gone well Harry once again sat back in his chair,
relaxing. In the corridor all the students could talk about was their new teacher.
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Flynn Weasleyson was not in a good mood, and it was only the first week of
school! If it weren't for that stupid Gryffindor and his stupid friends Kushler and
Miller. Stupid Potters! And most of all stupid know-it-all history of magic teacher!
This would have never happened with the last teacher, who only droned on about
History for the first 5 years of school. No, Flynn had actually been looking forward
to the project of this year, making History of Magic interesting, and even though the
professor chose the groups, he assumed that she was safe, seeing as he had class with
the Malfoys and not Potters. But no, the professor had decided to put one of each
house in a group working together, wanting to improve inter-house relations! Flynn
didn't really mind Grangers, they were smart and easy to get a long with and Malfoys
were push overs and easy to deceive. But he HATED Potters. Potters were known
for their bravery and great talent on the Quidditch field, without public training
sessions. In fact as far as people could remember they had never seen a Potter team
practice, and yet they always won! Yes, it was safe to say that Flynn hated all Potters,
especially that good for nothing, muggle loving, bastard otherwise known as
Gryffindor. And Flynn had to work with him! On a project for a whole year! He
had no idea how he would survive, he had tried to bribe is teacher with money to get
him out of that group, with ANYONE but Gryffindor, but the Professor had refused
all amounts of money. He had stated quite clearly that, "Your whole life you will
have to work with people you don't like and learn to get along with them, so you
might as well start now."
Ugg, Flynn thought, he was doomed.
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"I'm doomed!" Harris told his friends for about the 50 millionth time. "I really liked Professor Rettop before this, and then he had to go and put Weasleyson in my group! WEASLEYSON!"
Chesna sighed, "We KNOW Harris, get over yourself! I'm really sorry you got him in your group but you'll live!"
"Your only saying that because your crush is in your group! Ph—
"I know, sorry, but there is nothing you can do about it," Chesna cut in before Harris could say anymore. "I heard Weasleyson trying to buy off Rettop earlier, and he wouldn't budge!"
Harris slumped down in his chair and pouted, this was going to be a long year…
Professor Rettop beamed at the Tyro's in front of him. He had had Ariel change the schedules so that he had all of them for a block period three times a week.
"It is wonderful to see you all this morning! Today we get to start with our
projects!"
The class groaned at him. This however, didn't discourage the Professor at all.
"I will start with assigning the different time periods for your groups. As you may notice there are eight doors around the room, each group will have their own room filled with books and materials needed for you to get started on your projects. For today all I want you to do is to compose a list everything you know about your period in time and the people in it. OK, enough with the talking let's get started! First up is Weasleyson, Gryffindor, Tawny, and Ravenclaw. You guys are lucky! You have my favorite time period, The Age of the Founders! Go on over to door number 1! OK next is Kushler…"
He went through all the students until they were divided into their rooms, and the
main room was empty. With much trepidation Harry headed towards the first
group's door. This was going to open some painful memories for him.
In the room, he found Flynn and Harris arguing, about some facts, while the two
girls, Malaya Ravenclaw and Sophia Tawny were trying to both get the boys under
control and get their work done. None of them even noticed when Harry entered the
room.
"Is there a problem, in here?" He asked, with an eyebrow raised. Harris started with,
"Yeah he…"
"No, he was the one…"
"I was not you liar!"
"You're the liar…"
"I am not, Gryffindor's don't lie!"
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Harry yelled to the boys who immediately stopped yelling at each other. "That is ten points from your houses! Now, your group has been able to work the longest, what have you come up with?"
Looking ashamed, the boys said nothing. It was Sophia who told him the one thing their group had written down. "Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter hated each other, as much as their houses hate each other."
"And that is all that you have?" Harry asked. The group nodded.
"Well seeing as that is incorrect, and the only thing you know, I suggest you all get to work." He was going to leave before Harris said something.
"But Professor it is common knowledge that Weasley and Potter hated each other!"
"Well then common knowledge is wrong! I happen to know for a fact that Potter and Weasley were best friends!"
With that he left and slammed the door, it hurt to see his heir and Ron's heir fighting
like that! They should be best friends, they were dishonoring his and Ron's
memories! He went to help the other groups, who were doing much better, and then
left the castle again to go to a certain place in the woods. But this time, little to his
knowledge he had someone following him.
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Harris couldn't help but notice how upset his Professor had been when
Sophia had said that Potter and Weasley had hated each other. But it didn't make
sense to him! His grandmother, the headmistress, had told him that Professor Rettop
had been a Potter in school, so surly he understood the rivalry and dislike between
the two houses. So when he saw the troubled professor slip out of the castle, he
followed, wondering where he could be going. Harris was very surprised to see him
go into the Forbidden Forest, and despite it being forbidden, he followed. The
Professor led Harris on a long trail, about half a mile long to the heart of the castle.
He seemed to know that trail well. Finally, they reached a clearing, covered in a haze.
When in the haze, the professor's appearance changed. His hair shortened, and his
goatee disappeared. His features looked younger now, no older than 19, and his eyes
were what startled Harris the most. They became a deep emerald, not unlike Harris'
own eyes.
Silently he watched as the man walked over to a stone tomb and started talking, like
someone crazy. "Ron, I don't know what to do to stop the people not in your house
from doing what they are! They are ruining the magic world, and if it is the last thing
I do I will have to stop them…"
Harris, terrified started to run back up to the castle. 'So this must be that, or a
supporter lunatic that claims to be the heir of Weasley.' The young man shuddered at
the thought. It had only been the summer before when his parents had fallen victim
to this horrible man who called him self-Ahriman.
It still pained Harris to think of that terrible night, and to think that one of his
professors could support such a wizard was infuriating. And his grandmother had
fallen for the trick! 'I wont let that man hurt anyone else.' Harris thought to himself,
'if its that last thing I do.'
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