A/N: I am so sorry that it took so long. This is just the first half of this chapter, the second half is even longer, therefore I split them up into two chapter, the second half should be up soon. I've been busy and hadn't been able to update this. I've had it done for quite some time now, I hope you enjoy and for those who read HBP, I will still continue my story, I've gone to far to stop now, but school will be starting in about two weeks and I will begin updating less, this will not be done soon, as it has just started. Now without further ado.

Disclaimer: Voldemort owns everyone and everything, he doesn't own Harry Potter however and neither do I for that matter, so don't sue, only for fun.

Harry Potter and the Core of Evil

Chapter 11: Professor Blaze part one

Harry walked angrily through the corridors. As much as he wanted to admit otherwise, he didn't want to believe that the Slytherins were innocent, it was better to think of the Slytherins as the wrong doers than admit that it came from his own house. He wasn't sure which house the death eater was in, nor the reason they became a devoted follower to Voldemort, but he reasoned with himself that he would hear the reasoning before casting judgment. His first class was going to be coming in shortly, and wouldn't they be surprised, unfortunately they were fifth years and some of the people he once knew would be in the class. To make matters worse he had sixth years later that afternoon, how hard would it be to teach his former friends, as well as enemies. He held true to what he had said and would stick to it, he would try to act neutral as possible. He had begun to embrace his Slytherin side over the summer, he was surprised to find out that Sirius himself had almost been placed in Slytherin, so he knew the feeling. Harry continued to walk to the classroom.

The classroom he had been assigned to was dressed up more differently than any of the other teachers he had had. He was sure the students would make some non-needed comment about his room, but he thought it was just perfect. Dumbledore had given him permission to train them in any way he saw fit. He was going to do just that. The room he was in at the moment was the room they were going to be in, what he didn't say was that, it wasn't the only place they would be. After last year Harry realized that the students were in serious need of proper spell learning. He decided to teach his younger students fifth through third about spells and dark creatures that Voldemort would employ and the counter-spells to them. The first and second years would be learning about both spells and creatures in general, as well as like all his grades would be doing, a bit of dueling. Sixth and seventh year students would be having the most fun of all, they were going to be learning the dark arts and taking a few field trips to certain places, dueling would also be an extremely huge aspect of there learning. Back to the room, it was big, quite a bit bigger than most of the previous classrooms, it was actually downstairs where Firenze had taught last year, he was now teaching at night in the same place, therefore most Divination students had a free period during the day used for homework and sleep, they would later at night come down an sit outside the Hogwarts grounds. As much as Harry hated both astrology and divination he recognized that it was better than it used to be. A few of his added trinkets were scattered about the room, a few of his relics, which he would maybe explain in a bit of detail if they asked, but he hoped no one would. He had covered the room with all sorts of dark objects, he would need them for later. Off to the side an open pipeline, he figured that Rehska would want to see him sometimes and watch while he was in the middle of teaching. A cage full of mice was in another spot mainly for food for Rehska, if she was too lazy to hunt, but he would also be showing the older students a few things with the mice, not unlike mad-eye who cast curses on them, he was going to have the students try to save the mice, he thought it would be fun, unfortunately he would lose a lot of mice in the process. Most of the mice were actually transfigured tea cups, he wasn't going to tell his students that however. One other thing that was unique about his classroom was the non-moving portrait of a former Hogwarts student that was off on the wall to the side of Harry's desk. A name above it said Head Boy: Tom Marvolo Riddle, with only a flick of his wand however it would change and would say 'I Am Lord Voldemort' the picture would change as well, into an image of the dark lord he had seen at the graveyard, the picture of course came from his mind, and was a little trick Eidon had taught him. That was for another thing he would teach all of his classes, the truth about Voldemort, and he would also eventually be bringing death eaters to the school for them to train on, he had three usable death eaters available, this was one other secret he wouldn't tell Dumbledore.

He heard the signal for classes to begin and quickly got ready. The fifth years were unique in a way, they were the only year that had all four houses in one lesson. One by one he saw the students pile in nervously sitting down and looking for their teacher. Harry had activated one of his relics. This relic was a little smaller than most of the other relics he owned and cast the user the slight power of invisibility, it worked like an invisibility cloak with one difference, magic couldn't see through it. It was small and was shaped like a marble, when activated it would attach itself to the users skin and cause them to disappear, it had hurt a lot the first time he had used it, but he had grown accustomed to it and no longer felt a thing. Harry waited until all the students piled in including the late students, they were all looking around nervously, none sighting Harry. Harry recognized immediately three students. He recognized Colin Creevey looking around nervously looking around, taking out his camera and taking a few snapshots of the classroom that he thought looked interesting. Next to him in typical house fashion was another Gryffindor, and it continued this way with each house. He shook his head at what he saw, he would have to do something about that. Luna who he had only met the previous year and who had helped him in the D.O.M. was the only one not sitting by someone from the same house, she was sitting between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. The Gryffindor she was next to was Ginny, and he saw that she like the rest was exceedingly nervous, so much in fact she dropped her quill three times. She looked around the classroom, and then Harry realized something that made his heart jump. 'How could I have been such an idiot?' Less than a second after he thought that Ginny's eyes noticed the picture hanging on the wall. Harry winced as a shrill scream rang out and the other students looked around in confusion. Harry decided it was time for him to step in.

"Good morning class. It seems as if Miss Weasley here has noticed my portrait on the wall." Harry said with a little laugh that made them more confused.

"How do you know Weasley?" A Slytherin Harry didn't recognize yelled out.

"I met her when she was getting her books. Mr. ..?" Harry asked, looking down at his chart and waiting patiently for an answer. It was of course a Slytherin who had shouted this, as he waited patiently for a name. The boy seemed to gulp in fear before mumbling out his name.

"Anthony Worod, Sir."

"I see, what house are you in Mr. Worod?" Harry said calmly, the rest of the class awaiting an answer as well.

"Slytherin." Worod said with a sneer, fear leaving in sake of house pride.

"NO!" Harry said loudly, but calmly. "You are not a Slytherin in this room, in this room you're My student, you belong to no house, no family, no one, but me. VOLDEMORT(the whole class flinched) has returned, and if you are to foolish to realize it, then something should be done. If I hear anything about one of the four houses you shall receive a detention, my detentions are not pleasant. As I was saying before Mr. Worod shouted out, it seems as if Miss Weasley has noticed the portrait on the wall. Does anyone know who this man is, why I would have a portrait on the wall of him?" The students just stared at him blankly not trusting to speak, none knew who it was, none except for Ginny Weasley, but Harry didn't want her to have to speak about what had happened, at least not yet. "Very well. This man's name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, he was once a student at this very same school. He was a prefect and received an award for capturing the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets. The person he caught was none other than our very own Rebeus Hagrid." The students looked at him startled, and waited for him to continue. "It was not Hagrid however, who released the Basilisk, despite what some might think, Mr. Riddle caught the wrong man. Mr. Riddle grew up in an Orphanage after his muggle father left his witch wife to die giving birth. At the Orphanage he suffered great abuse both physically and mentally, and not like you are probably thinking. He received a letter about Hogwarts when he turned eleven, Dumbledore himself went to collect him and thought that things would change, they didn't he was treated just as bad if not worse here. Tom Marvolo Riddle graduated from Hogwarts and hasn't been seen in roughly sixty years. Some of you may be asking what I'm doing talking about this man, and you shall find out, but not now. A week from now you shall hand in an essay about everything you can find out about Mr. Riddle, then I shall tell you why we are discussing him. I don't care how long the essay is, as long as you do your best, and believe me I'll know, anyone who fails to do their best shall have the pleasure of sitting in on one of the sixth year classes, and trust me when I say, that that is not necessarily a good thing." Harry walked around the classroom while saying all this, he paused before continuing. "Today we shall be learning about one of the worst creatures possible, I'm sure you've probably seen one of these before, and probably learned about them in third year, we are studying it for a different reason entirely." Harry walked over to the wardrobe in the back of the classroom, the wardrobe was banging and the Boggart inside wanted to get out desperately. Harry had thought this over and realized that the best way for them to learn about Voldemort's minions were to capture them, however Dumbledore wouldn't allow a Dementor anywhere near the students. Harry didn't blame them, but this would show him how many could cast a Patronus as well as cast it in the presence of a Dementor. This wouldn't give away his identity, because plenty of people were afraid of Dementors, and his patronus now took a different form. It was no longer just Prongs, now it would quite often be a number of things, it would be Prongs, a Grim, a Werewolf, or a Phoenix. He was quite surprised when he found out how many forms it took, Eidon explained to him a Patronus took whatever form was most associated to happiness. He could choose whatever one he wished and if need be he could do all at once creating four patronus forms. He couldn't do Prongs or the Grim, because Ginny would realize who he was along with Dumbledore. He couldn't do a Phoenix, because that would destroy a Dementor, and he still wanted to make it so they feared him, he decided on the werewolf. Harry was standing at the back of the classroom, and then asked "Can anyone tell me what this is? Mr. Creevey."

"A Boggart." Colin said weekly.

"Yes, that's correct. Five points to Creevey." Harry said amusement evident on his face. He had said he wouldn't do anything house wise and he wouldn't. The way he did this was so that every house was still at the same spot, and the individual students would earn points. "You may be wondering why I did what I just did. I shall not do the house points, but I will do individual points. I believe everyone needs to be recognized for doing well, and this is the best way, this way it isn't a whole group of people. A reward will be given out at the end of each month to the student with the most points in each of my classes. My rewards are truly worth getting. Now I understand you learned about Boggarts earlier, a few years ago?"

"Why are we learning about them again?" A unnamed Ravenclaw boy with light brown hair asked.

"Name?"

"Jason Dross. So why are we learning about Boggarts for a second time, you don't really think you-know-who would employ those weak creatures do you?"

"The question is reasonable, but it is not your fear that you shall be facing, it is one of mine. And from now on say Voldemort not you-know-who. Fear of a name only increases fear, of the object itself. If you take away the fear the name Voldemort gives you, and you begin saying it Voldemort has already lost half his power."

"Your fear? Do you have a fear?" A Hufflepuff girl asked.

"Yes Miss Farcing I do. Everyone has a fear, but I unlike most have been able to conquer it. I have three main fears, the first is Voldemort, but only the sixth and seventh years will see that, my-"

"You've seen he-who-must-not-be-named?" A Slytherin by the name of Derek Hudson asked in awe.

"Yes, I have. I've even fought him, and as you can see I'm not dead. Voldemort is a coward, you will most likely never see him outside this room. You shall find out more about Voldemort in a week or so. Most people would never live to fight Voldemort, as far as I know, only a very few have ever fought Voldemort and lived, those being myself, Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter. By the end of the year you will have all stopped saying Voldemort's hyphenated names, that I promise you. As I was saying my other fear is fear itself. Does anyone know what form it would take?" Harry glanced around the room and saw only one hand up. "Miss Weasley would you like to tell the class what fear is?"

"It's a Dementor. Harry was afraid of those as well." Ginny said looking at him with something in her eye, that Harry did not like.

"Harry Potter had a fear of Dementors? I had no idea. Many people fear Dementors, but most people have never actually think of fear as a fear. Ironic is it not? Now can anyone tell me what a Dementor does?" Harry watched as every hand rose in the air. "Yes, Mr. Creevey?"

"It sucks the happiness out of you, like you'll never be happy again."

"Yes, excellent another five points, and five to Miss Weasley for knowing what form fear of fear takes. Now for this first lesson, I want you to just watch, no need to do anything harmful. When the Boggart comes out it will assume the shape of a Dementor, I want you to take notes in your head of what it feels like and watch me as I dispel it away, and lock it back in the wardrobe. Next class on Tuesday, you shall be practicing casting a Patronus, and the following week you shall begin trying to cast it with a Dementor present in the room, and on Friday two weeks from now I'll have you turn in your assignments of Tom Riddle and we'll have a little discussion. Now watch." Harry opened the wardrobe and felt himself chill up, he blocked out the screaming he heard and thought of finding Sirius still alive and going with him to Eidon's manor. The Dementor looked around, at least that's what it looked like and started heading for the students after realizing that Harry had blocked out all his good feelings. It went over to the students about three feet away when out came Harry's loud bellow. "Expecto Patronum." Harry said lazily after a few moments. Out of his wand came the creature, it was a werewolf and quite a few of the students, the ones able gasped in surprise. It came out lifted its canine head in the air and let out a howl before charging the Dementor/Boggart and pushing it back in its wardrobe. It looked at the students and then at Harry before disappearing. "That, class, was the Patronus charm the only thing that can halt a Dementor. To cast the Patronus charm you must be thinking happy thoughts the form your Patronus takes is whatever you refer to as safety. Any questions?"

"Yeah, why's your patronus a werewolf?" Anthony Worod asked.

"Excellent question. Unfortunately, I'm not going to tell you, that doesn't mean you can't try to find out, however. Any other questions?" Harry asked his students, quite a few of them he noticed had been in the D.A. and already knew about the patronus. "No? Very well, it may be a few minutes early, but what the heck, class dismissed." He watched as the students began piling out of the classroom. "Miss Weasley, could you stay for a moment. He watched as Ginny shoulders slumped, what he was going to ask would be hard, and hopefully she wouldn't be able to put two and two together.

"You wanted to see me Professor?" Ginny asked weakly.

"When not in class, call me Darin, professor makes me sound to old."

"How old are you Professor? Oh, I mean Darin."

"I am not too much older than you I'm afraid. I am easily the youngest to ever teach at this school. How's school going so far?"

"It's okay, Snape's being a git though." Harry smirked at her and she realized what she said. "Oh my, I forgot who I was with."

"I see no problems with you expressing your true feelings, but maybe it'll be better this year? Just wait and see."

"I doubt that." Ginny mumbled hoping he didn't hear.

"I think the same. He does prepare his students while for the everyday world. Now your probably wandering why I asked you here. I noticed your reaction to my portrait of Riddle on the wall. Is there a specific reason you acted like that?"

"No."

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I heard accounts of people being possessed by him before, a friend has told me about your possession. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I myself was possessed once, I fought back fortunately, and he has never been able to again, nor will he ever."

"You've been possessed? I thought I was the only one." Ginny said quietly.

"Just earlier this year in fact, it was the most painful thing I had ever felt, but I beat him. You want to know how?" Ginny nodded her head. "Love. The one thing that Voldemort cannot beat, he has never felt love. In a way, I feel sorry for him, what it must have been like to grow up as such. You are not alone. If you ever feel the need to come talk about it you are welcome to it." Harry wrote her a quick pass. "Here run along to class. Show that to your teacher if you ever feel like coming out of class to come talk." Harry watched as Ginny left, not before taking a look over her shoulder and then heading out the door. He watched as his next class came in, and got ready to make another first impression.

(Lunch)

Harry walked down to the Great Hall after an animated discussion with the second years. Most of them had just begun the school house rivalries, therefore they, like the first years would be easy to set right. Harry continued to walk down to lunch thinking, he couldn't help, but notice, that an odd fume was coming from the Dungeons. He began wondering down the hall way, and what did he see, a mess of students, who were a mess. It was the sixth year class, and they all looked none too happy. Some were covered in green colored slime, while others blue and yellow slime. The green slimed students seemed to be coughing quite a bit and he noticed that their clothes seemed to have shrunk, unless everyone was now into smaller clothes. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were covered in blue slime, Neville Longbottom had also gotten covered with blue slime, but he was also quite green as well. The blue slime had stuck to them like glue, and he saw a few frustrated girls pull fervently trying to get the slimy substance off. The yellow slimed students consisted of most of the Slytherins and Hermione. The students who had yellow slime had the two previous faults and large blisters on their hands and face, they also looked a bit younger, Draco Malfoy looked extremely sulky and it was just then that he noticed Severus was missing. The other students just noticed the professor and began staring at him.

"What?" He asked them receiving blank stares. "Never mind. Can someone please tell me where Severus is?"

"Inside." Goyle grunted before anyone could stop him, and all the students looked at him murderously.

"Idiot." He heard Malfoy mutter under his breath.

"Problem Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked politely.

"Eh? No. No problem at all Professor."

"Just call me Darin, it makes me sound to old to be called Professor all the time." Harry murmured. "Mind telling me what happened to you? Anyone?" Harry asked and after receiving no answer, he looked into the mind of Neville Longbottom to find out what happened. "So no one can tell me anything? Then you don't mind if I step inside to get a potions ingredient?"

"NO!" Draco and Hermione said

"Is there something you would like to tell me? Either of you?" Harry asked beginning to wonder what could have both Granger and Malfoy worried like that.

"Snape's inside." Ron said bluntly.

"Yes, I can tell. Is there Anything that anyone would like to tell me? Nothing about homework, life, a petrified potions Professor?" Harry said casually as the students gaped at him. "Flies, people flies." With that Harry walked into the Potions room and their standing stiff as a statue was Snape. Frozen in a an expression of anger and shock. The students who had caused Snape to become petrified, tried to make an escape for it only to discover they were frozen on the spot, Harry had whispered a body-binding spell when they weren't looking. "Now I'd ask the perpetrators of this to come foreword, but since I doubt they would, you may leave." Harry said watching the student's all but the perpetrators and Hermione leave.

"Professor, why aren't the three of them moving?" Hermione asked.

"Ms. Granger, I would prefer if you leave, but if you want to be given punishment as well, you may stay." Harry said waving his had in a shoeing motion. Hermione looked at Ron sorrowfully before quickly leaving. The three upright body-bound students glared at him. The students were Draco, Ron, and surprisingly enough Susan Bones. "Now I'm going to lift the spell, but I assure you if you so much as think about leaving, you won't leave this room until Snape is un-petrified." Harry lifted the spell off them and Susan was the first to speak.

"How did you know?" She asked curiously.

"Quite simple really, I read your mind. Well, not your mind, as it would have been biased, but Mr. Longbottom's mind. And it gave me a surprisingly real account of what happened. Plan backfire Mr. Malfoy?" Malfoy pretended not to hear him.

"Yeah it did. He tried to make me drink it, only I figured out what he was doing at the last minute and switched with Susan when she wasn't looking." Ron said smugly.

"It backfired on both of you when Snape drank it and not either of you two or me. Why did you do that?" Susan asked pointedly.

"Miss Bones. I don't believe you're being exactly truthful." Harry said exasperatedly.

"W-what do you mean?" She asked worriedly.

"It's true is it not, that you saw Mr. Weasley change flasks, and you were planning on giving it back after you added one special ingredient? The ingredient that changed the potion from a hairless potion to an itching potion, only the potion you were given was not either of those for Mr. Malfoy had given a different potion, and Mr. Weasley also added a few things such as lacewings by mistake, and then when you added the venomous tentracala sap it ended up changing into a petrifying potion. You meant to give it back to Mr. Weasley only to discover Snape was going to test one of the potions and unfortunately for the three of you he ended up picking Susan here's potion. You know if you had added one more lacewing or stirred it twice in a counterclockwise direction you could have created a big enough explosion to wipe out every person on the bottom level." Harry watched as each of the faces paled at the new detail. "Now I'm offering you a choice, would you like to be here when I revive Severus here, or would you rather leave now and help me out with a task later tonight?" Harry could see the minds working in over-drive trying to figure out what would be better.

"What's the task?" Draco asked smartly.

"Oh, nothing hard, you'll be done with it in just a few moments, and it would help me greatly. Severus also won't skin you alive." Harry said secretively.

"Fine. I'll take the task." Draco said before quickly walking away. The other two said the same thing.

"Very well. You'll find out where to meet me, after dinner in the Great Hall. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, I'll see you in a little bit." Harry said before heading into the potions room and quickly making sure it was secure, lunch was still for another fifteen minutes, he would have to hurry. He quickly summoned his staff and began brewing a potion to un-petrify the potions professor. Ten minutes later it was complete and he shoved it down Severus's throat. Slowly and surely Severus became un-petrified, and the better he got the worst the scowl on his face showed. Severus looked around once, blinked, before clutching his hands and growling.

"Where are they?" Severus said with a low and furious growl.

"It is no problem, I have taken care of the perpetrators." Harry said calmly.

"I bet you did." Severus snorted. "Did you take house points, did you give them a detention, did you wring their filthy little necks." All of this was said calmly, but Harry could tell by the eyes that he was furious.

"As you know, I don't do house points, remember?"

"What! They need to be punished. What did you do instead then?" He said this with gritted teeth.

"nothing exc-"

"You did nothing?" Severus's voice was eerily calm.

"No, I didn't do anything except give them a detention."

"When can I expect the perpetrators? "Severus had a crazy look in his eye, when he said this and began cracking his knuckles.

"You won't?"

"What? Why? Who did you have them serve detention with?"

"Me." Harry said with a low yet humor filled growl.

"You? What are you going to make them do?"

"I'm sorry Severus, but that I cannot tell you, this is the first time anyone will be serving a detention with me, and I need word to get around. Once that is done, no one but Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Bones will need to know. By the next day after the detention is served, I can assure you, the students shall behave much better." Harry said with a grin.

"I forgot to thank you? If you hadn't come along, I could have been stuck like this for a very long time."

"And I expect you would have been, for if my guess was correct, all the houses were coming together and trying to distract the teachers from, and I expect they were going to try to move you. I don't think it was going to be to the hospital wing."

"What!"

"Oh, yes, they created three types of slime, probably mixed potions ingredients to help, Ms. Granger probably helped to make sure they weren't dangerous, I expect that if any teachers came by they would have used the excuse of slime covered potions room and that you went to go get Filch. Naturally most of the teachers would believe it."

"So they were planning on murder." Severus said more to himself than anyone else.

"No, you would have been perfectly alive within your petrified state, as you know, Ms. Granger probably knew that too, it just may have been awhile before anyone found you, and one of the students would eventually crack. But, don't worry, my punishment should be more than enough."

"It better be." Severus grumbled.

"It will. Now let's go to lunch, your adoring fans are waiting." Harry said trying to cheer Severus up, but he just glared at him and then began to smirk wickedly. All throughout lunch Severus kept glaring at the ones responsible, and if Harry wasn't supposed to act so serious, he might have laughed. The time soon came however for him to get ready for his next class. He was teaching Slytherins and Gryffindors, oh the horror.

(Sixth year lesson 1)

Ron, Hermione, and Neville were hurriedly trying to get to the classroom, they had been held up, Peeves had stuck them in a broom closet, luckily a few minutes later Hermione remembered she was a witch and unlocked the door, with Neville and Ron pushing against it trying to move the large desk Peeves had left in front of the door. The moment they got out they new they would be late, even if it was only a few moments. Racing down the hall they eventually got to the classroom which seemed to be locked, it was also different from the room Ginny had been in. It seemed as if the teacher had been given three rooms, and this was the other classroom, but why this one? No one knew, no one had ever been in this class it had just sort of appeared the other day. Other students had lined up outside the door, and waited impatiently. Draco Malfoy leaned against the wall and stared angrily at the three Gryffindors. Ron glared back and they like the rest of the students, just waited, suddenly the door to the classroom burst open, but instead of the teacher stepping out a voice rang out.

"Stranger, do take heed,

For that awaits those of greed.

Don't mess around and fool about

Work as a teem and don't doubt

Trouble lurks in many forms

careful so you don't get burned

Fire, lightning, dust, and ice,

Are only a few of the playing dice

One without

One within

Only one shall come out alive

All those who fail will forever die

Do step in

Don't be scared

The beginning and the end

Only a team can win

No more houses

No more greed

Only friendship

Can withstand me"

The students stared at one another, the room was dark, no one could see inside it, the little song that was terribly written, but seemed to tell them what to do. The student's were worried somewhat at first, but then another voice boomed out.

"DO COME IN, MAY YOUR TASK BEGIN!" This they could tell was their teacher, slowly each student cautiously walked into the room. Malfoy walked in constantly and the rest followed his lead. When every student was inside the door suddenly slammed shut and chains and locks were placed around it, and the teachers desk, which they could see only distantly in the dark room slammed against it, and then to the amazement of all those in the room the door and desk disappeared. The lights flashed on and the students looked around. The place they were at didn't look at all like a classroom. It looked more like a chamber, a chamber with four doors, one had a flame on it and was red, another had a bolt of lightning and was yellow. Then came a green door which had what looked like small whirlwind, and the fourth and final door was blue and had a symbol of a cloud with white particles, which of course were snow. The students looked at each other in amazement and wondered what was going on. Suddenly in the middle of the students their professor appeared.

Harry watched in amusement at the faces of the students after hearing his little message. This was their first class and he wanted to see how much everyone knew, this would be the best way, he would return here with the sixth and seventh years many more times throughout the year, he was going to give them just a glimpse of the room. It was similar to the room he had trained in with Eidon and Sirius, actually it was a replica of the room, and only appeared when an owner of the school allowed it, for it could be very dangerous used wrongly. The students were each looking at the doors wondering what they should do, Harry sighed before becoming revisable and addressing his students. His students looked surprised when he just suddenly appeared among them without the use of an invisibility cloak.

"Welcome to your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the new year. I've decided to arrange a little test for you." Harry almost chuckled when he heard the many groans. "This room will be used quite often, and we won't see the regular defense room until next week, hoping you survive that long I mean. You see four doors among you, so choose one."

"Why?" Nott asked.

"Because I said so Mr. Nott. You have all chosen a door? Good. Now I shall tell you the rules of this little game I've conducted, this game also happens to be your test. Each and everyone of you shall enter one of the four doors, once you enter you'll land in a different place, it will have something to do with the symbol on the door, and there is no switching. Sorry Mr. Goyle." Harry said to Goyle who had picked the door of the whirlwind, but what it was he didn't know, and wanted to get away from the filthy Gryffindor girls he was now with. "Once in this new arena, you will be tested against both the skills of nature and myself. I've produced four copies of myself and one of each is in a door, if you happen, by chance to knock out or cause one of my doubles to become incapacitated then another door shall appear taking you to an area where one of my copies is still available, if someone gets lucky and manages to defeat all four of my copies, then you will get the honor to duel me. In each area there will be forces of nature and myself. Besides those two things however there will also be a few more things, there will be traps, riddles, and rewards. I doubt any of you will last long enough to do that much, but at the end of the school year you may be strong enough to get to the fifth arena and duel myself. Now you're probably wondering how I could have split myself up, it was with an item, one of which Voldemort has never and will never here of. Each copy has one fifth of my power, each time one is destroyed that fifth returns to me, thus making me more powerful. The only rule is that there are no rules, you may use whatever spell you like, not the unforgivable however, at least not yet anyways. Now enter your door and let the fun begin. Good luck and if you manage to die you'll find yourself the product of a prank and at dinner tonight you'll discover what it is. Now enter." With those final words the doors opened and the students stepped inside.

A/N: I figured you've waited so long for an update that although this chapter is still being edited, I would split it up, the next one is longer and originally went with this one, so you can expect the next chapter soon, or at least when I'm done editing it somewhat. The second half is the both the class, the prank, and everything in between up till the detention, that will be the chapter, after the next. Next chapter the only hint about the detention is that is someplace Ron has been before and Draco has been near before. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please read and review. I shall do reviewer responses in the next chapter.