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chapter seven

The next morning Harry had another DADA class.

He had to admit that it was easier to remember the schedule this year than it had ever before!

While he was still on his way to the DADA classroom he came across Sybil Trelawney.

"Morning Professor!" he greeted her cheerfully.

Sybil, who looked even more alike Snape than the last time Harry had seen her, turned around and looked at him with a very cold expression.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!" she hissed.

Harry frowned: "Oooookay… but why?"

Trelawney thought for a while and then smiled and spoke in her normal voice: "Isn't that what Professor Snape used to do always?"

Harry shrugged: "You mean running around where no one expected him to be and deducting house-points for no reason?"

Sybil nodded: "Or was there something else he did, also?"

"Not that I recall… although wasn't he some kind of teacher?" Harry replied really thinking hard.

"I am trying to fill the emptiness he has left as good as I can… but I can't seem to be dangerous enough… most pupils just laugh at me!" Sybil explained in a whining tone.

"Predict their death and then act like Snape… it would work with Neville!" Harry suggested.

Trelawney beamed with happiness. "Thank you Harry! That's a great idea!"

Then she went back to looking at him coldly and announced: "Mister Potter, I saw in my crystal ball that you'll be in Detention tonight! 8 p.m. Divination tower!"

Harry rolled his eyes and thought for a moment that he might have better kept his mouth shut this one time.

But he had to admit that she had done as he had suggested and she had done well, some kind of cold shiver ran down his spine.

Just a second later he continued his way to the DADA classroom however.

Professor Riddle was already waiting for him. Interestingly there were no other pupils around.

"Headmistress McGonagall thought it was a good idea to give you some private lessons too, Harry!" the Professor explained in a rather friendly tone which still sounded as if he was about killing Harry but still was friendlier than his usual tone.

Harry shrieked. McGonagall had already made clear that she thought he sucked at DADA but did she really have to make it this obvious? Or did she want him to take these lessons for another purpose?

"I've already wondered where you were, Harry, I thought something might have happened to you!" Professor Riddle went on a moment later.

"Professor Trelawney gave me detention for tonight…" Harry explained.

"Oh dear… too bad, should I talk to her?" Voldemort offered.

This was enough. Harry exploded, although there was no real reason to do it, but he told himself that this was another teenage-temper-tantrum… (aka. TTT, which is a lot more explosive than TNT!)

"You've done enough already!" Harry shouted.

Riddle seemed startled: "What did I do?"

"You killed my parents, are responsible for the death of Sirius, killed Cedric Diggory, made Snape kill Dumbledore, cut my hand, tried to kill me every damned year, left your diary around so it could try to kill my girlfriend…" Harry went on shouting.

"Harry, please lower your tone… it's bad for your voice to scream like this!" the Professor said worriedly and then added: "That's true, but what did I do recently?"

"Put a cruciatus at a student in the Great Hall!" Harry shot back.

"Uh… right… but what did I do… today?" Voldemort asked innocently.

"You sent me an owl saying 'Harry you'll be the next'!"

"Sorry, that should have been: Harry you'll be the next one to… uh…" he paused a while to think "the next one to get an 'O'!"

Potter frowned but he couldn't prove the opposite in this case but there had to be something Voldemort had done that day which wasn't ok.

"You didn't wash your hands when you walked out of the restroom though!" Harry shot with a satisfied expression.

Professor Riddle blushed and started crying: "I'm a monster! I'm such a monster! Please Harry, forgive me if you can!"

"Uh…" Harry was startled but then he thought that he couldn't just stop hating his arch enemy because the story would be pointless if he didn't try to vanquish him.

"I will never forgive you! NEVER!" he screamed and ran out of the room.

When he entered the Gryffindor common room the first thing he noticed was that there was a rather big crowd waiting for him.

One girl came towards him with something that looked like an Oscar in her hands.

"Harry Potter, as the head of the newly founded Hogwarts Drama Club it's my privilege to give this Oscar to you for the best impersonation of teenage rage!" the girl explained and handed Harry the Oscar.

He smiled and looked at the statuette: "Why does it say: Daniel Radcliffe though?"

The girl shrugged: "We don't have enough money to buy two of these and once the story is made a movie we'll pass this on to the actor!"

Harry shrugged, thanked everyone and added the Oscar to his collection of awards.

Only then it dawned at him that although he had walked out on Professor Voldemort he would have to go back for the next lesson, which should begin in 15 minutes, anyway.

Harry took his things and went back down to the DADA classroom and hoped that Professor Riddle had already forgotten what had happened.

And there was a realistic chance that he was lucky in this case as it seemed.