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Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

Chapter 11: Of a Pretty Girl

The students of made their way back up to the school, lecturing Harry in his head the

entire way.

Harry, you of all people should know better than to converse with random

strangers you meet in pubs! You're the bloody Boy-Who-Lived!Ondra lectured

the raven-haired teen.

Harry,Al began in a quiet voice. I've heard of her family, they are one of the

darkest and purest blood families in the history of the wizarding world! They don't

even support You-Know-Who because they see him as beneath them. The Gratians

believe that any one with less than seven generations of pure blood behind them, no

muggles or squibs can be in those generations either. Everyone else is considered

inferior. They may not support Voldemort, but they agree with his morals

completely.(1)

Everyone other than Harry gasped at this information, and walked the rest of the way

up to the school in a stunned silence, trying to process the information just given to

them. Ria was at the gate waiting for the students when they arrived. She looked at

the strangely.

"Ok who died?" She asked.

The others explained what had just happened in the village, and she started lecturing

Harry sternly about it. As the group went into dinner the discussion continued on

into the up coming classes of the year, but no one seemed to realize that Harry had

not heard one word of it…all he could think about were Liberty's beautiful blue eyes

and they way the looked when she was laughing… He didn't even notice as Ria took

the silence spell off his fellow students, shooting annoyed but knowing looks at the

Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry lay in his bed, unsettled, at the day's events. How had that girl been able to

ensnare him like that? She had said that she was a pureblood, and was proud to be

so, that ruled out her being a veela. In plus her hair was blood red, not blonde.

Harry sighed. Beautiful blood red hair, blue eyes that people would kill for, and those

lips! Her full, plump, ruby red lips. Harry mentally slapped himself. He had never

been this crazy over a girl before! What made this one so different? But no matter

how hard he tried, Harry could not get her out of his mind. He fell asleep thinking

about their next meeting…

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"HARRY HARRY WAKE UP!" A voice yelled in Harry's ear, much to early for his

likening. It was Kris.

"What's going on?" He asked sleepily.

"It's time for class to start! Come on, everyone is waiting for you! You've already

missed breakfast, so hurry up!"

"We have classes?" Harry exclaimed stupidly. Kris hit him upside the head.

"No, we just attend a SCHOOL where we happen to do nothing but hang out.

Come on, the class is waiting!"

"Alright, alright," Harry grumbled as he got up. "What class is it anyway?"

"Defense, so don't take your time. I'll see you in class," She said before huffing and

leaving the room.

As Harry dressed he wondered who his Defense teacher would me, as the only two

adults (if you could call them that) that he knew of in the house were Ria and Matt,

and neither one of them seemed like Defense teacher. In fact, Harry didn't have any

clue what subjects he would be taking this year, he had never thought about it much,

with all the excitement from running away. Harry also realized that no one had

informed him that there would be class today, even though, according to Kris, they

had all already known.

'Strange,' he thought as he walked down to a room right beside the Rec room, where

he had been told classes would be held. Strange, however was what Harry stumbled

on in the classroom…

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"Turn your books to page 203, read the lesson and write a parchment long summery

of this chapter. It's due your next class. You can do it here in class, or go to the

library or to your common rooms and do you homework there. I don't care."

The fifth year students looked semi-surprised. After their first…eventful, lesson with

Professor Black , it seemed like any passion in the man had left. He spoke in a

monotone voice, and there was no emotion on his face. They had heard from other

classes in the school who had already had had Professor Black after that first

explosion that the class was easy and boring, but somehow they didn't believe it until

they had experienced. The Ravenclaws looked shocked, and a little angry but it was

Hermione, of all the students who looked the most horrified at the news.

"But professor, are you going to lecture…"

"No. No lectures, no notes from class. Good day everyone." Sirius, while more civil

towards the girl and her boyfriend, was still no where near friendly. But it seemed

that he was too depressed to do anything about it. Just as the students were about to

leave the classroom, however, they found the door of the classroom blocked by

Professor Dumbledore. He grinned at the students, his eyes twinkling more than

ever.

The old man chuckled. "Now, not so fast, I have an announcement to make. So

please, return to your seats." The students quietly obeyed, curious about what the

headmaster had to say.

"I have just received word that a certain…cultural opportunity has been opened to

the 5th year students this year. We will be participating in an exchange with Gwydion

Conservatory of Magical Arts…"

Mumbles broke out over the 5th years. The purebloods in the class, had of course,

heard of this school and were quickly informing those who where muggleborn of the

prestige and secrets surrounding the age old school.

"The students accepted are the elite, on the best of the best are allowed in, from what

I heard, and they are recruited from all over the world!"

"I've heard that they only accept those of the purest bloodlines, not even the

Malfoy's could get in if they wanted."

"…and there is this ceremony where they make them…"

"Now that is quite enough!" Dumbledore shouted over the crowd. Everyone fell

silent. "We are not sure the exact dates of the exchange, I am currently awaiting

news from the Headmistress of the school, but permission slips will be sent out to

your parents or guardians. In addition to our visitation to their school, the pupils will

also join you for a day or two of classes. That way they get an idea of what school is

like for you, and you will learn a different method of wizarding school. Now are

there any questions? Ms. Granger?"

"Is it true that they only accept purebloods."

"I am not aware Ms. Granger, the way that students are accepted is a very old secret.

Some say that it is so old that the reason was even lost to those at the school now. If

that is all?" Dumbledore asked, peering over his half-moon glasses at the students.

Hermione looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but was restraining herself.

"Well if that's it, good day, I will see you all at dinner tonight." He swept out of the

classroom, leaving the students to their excitement and gossiping about the school.

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Inside the classroom, Harry found the other seven students sitting talking amongst

themselves. However, there were only seven desks. There wasn't a desk for Harry!

"Where's my desk?" Harry asked aloud, getting everyone's attention.

There were giggles.

"Why would you need a desk Harry?" Al asked

"Umm….because I am also a student at this school." Everyone in the room started

to giggle.

"Harry were you paying ANY attention at dinner last night?" Kris asked, annoyed.

Harry thought back to the dinner, all he could seem to remember was thinking about

Liberty, while everyone else chatted amongst themselves.

"Ummm…no," he said stupidly.

More giggles. Harry hated giggling.

"Just tell me whats going on!"

There was a pause, with the other students all looking around at each other.

"Harry YOU'RE TEACHING THIS CLASS!" They all shouted, nearly as one.

"What?!?!"

(1)- Sound like any other family we know and love?

AN- And now onto everyone's least favorite part of the chapter- excuses. Unfortunately my excusing are complete and total bull shit and I don't think that you would buy them even if I tried. I guess my real excuse to blame my genetics…for making me so lazy. Or maybe my parents…but most of all I would like to shift the blame from myself for this ever so late chapter to my teachers, who are evil horrible and mean. So that's that. Sorry for the short chapter once again.

ALSO! Now that it is winter break I plan on UPDATING at least TWICE! I want you guys to hold me to that or it might not happen. So review, email, IM or whatever encouragement that you might have for me. If there is any.

-Meggles