CHAPTER ELEVEN--DADA LESSONS

Seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins scowled at each other as they waited for their new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It had been two weeks since the meeting of new professors and the freedom of Sirius Black, which led them to anticipation of meeting a Fallen Angel. "I still wish Harry was here. He deserves to know his godfather was freed by the minister."

"I'm sure he's fine, Ron. And I'm sure he has a wonderful explanation as to why he isn't here." Hermione's only thought had been, 'he better have a good reason for putting me through all this trouble of trying to find him!'

"And I'm sure Potty is just too scared to show his scarred face!" All the Slytherins cracked up in laughter at the comment from their prince as fought to keep face among his house since the arrival of Ilianya, even though a few were still suspicious of him.

"Shut up, ferret! You're just afraid that he'll come back stronger than you ever could be!"

"RON! SIT DOWN!" Hermione tried to grab her boyfriend when he leapt to his feet to physically attack another student.

Ron refused to listen to his girlfriend as he faced the blonde aristocrat. Just as the two were ready for blows, a voice called out, "20 points from both houses for fighting and another 20 for the insults."

Everyone froze as a young woman practically bounced into the room. They openly stared as she swept the purple cape from her shoulders to the teacher's chair. Standing before the class in a form fitting lavender one piece she watched the males, and a few discreet females, openly stare. Every one of them had their mouths open in shock at the sight of the outfit wrapped around honey colored skin. The soft leather ankle boots glided about the room, as lavender eyes peered openly at the strange items. "Guess I should introduce myself. I'm War Mage Isis. Since I haven't been able to talk to your original professor about what you are learning in this class, you'll learn what I think you should learn."

Glancing at the still openly staring class, "I'd pull in those eyes before I start docking." She laughed loudly at the audible gulps and deadly glares of the few irate girlfriends. Perching on top the teacher's desk she began, "Since I've got you for a few hours, we'll start with something simple."

"Will we learn about your friends?" Every student was glad the class brain had asked about the Mages running about the school.

"You are?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Ah, Ms. Granger. Yes we will. Who knows about the Ambroise Clan?"

A Slytherin was the first to speak, "I was told by my parents that the Ambroise Clan were wiped out but they are the only vampire clan to reproduce vampires instead of turning victims. Its said they couldn't feed off anyone but their mate."

"Very good. Ten points but they still live." She raised a brow at the smugness of one side of the class and the glares from the other. "As you know, Thor, uh, Elemental Mage Thor to you, is part of this clan. He has already met his mate." Suddenly she stopped, "I would advise writing this down." She waited for the frantic scrambling to calm, "As I was saying, Thor has met his mate and has a child on the way. They are also the only vampire clan to have any type of control over the elements, though they are deadly fighters with those fangs. But Thor's personal favourite tool is lightening. I'd advise against angering him. He tends to put plenty of power behind one bolt." She grimaced at remembering her training with him before continuing, "Unlike other vampires, Ambroise vampires only take a pint of blood once a month, takes that long to cycle through their entire system. They normally like to have blood from donators then killing, usually from demons since demonic blood is very potent and powerful, lasts for about two months. Once marked, their mate will have unlimited blood supply, unless it's another vampire in which donors are frequent. They are also immortal. They can only die by someone of my blood. They are truly dangerous should they go months without feeding and can only be weakened by bullets or stakes."

She waited before asking another question since most of the class were between feeling ill and frantically writing, "Who knows about Litherians?"

This time a shy Gryffindor spoke, "Litherians are a rare race of elves. My grandmother told me that they are the only elves that cannot heal but can kill with a single thought."

"Ten points. Litherians are a rare race of elves. It is known that elves have healing capabilities, therefore they are better healers but the Litherians have never had healers from their bloodlines. They are also the only elves to have true elfish and veela blood integrated together. Should a Litherian reproduce, the last odd number of children, or the first only child,will become a full-blooded veela. And trust me when I say it is common. This race is the only ones with the ability over iron in the bloodstream, in which they can control by mind. Untreated wounds can weaken them since they cannot heal. Elves have naturally long lives, normally dying in battle or the end of their long lives. Their mates are usually elves. They can be gentle creatures but quite ruthless in protecting their lives, mates, and land."

"How do they choose their mates?"

"Most creatures choose by an intoxicating scent, others by strength. The Ambroise Clan, for example, must pick someone strong enough to bare vampiric children and handle the roughness in bed, usually a demon or another vampire." Several students flushed at her statement, "But they are very good in bed if you are into that." She brightly smiled as the flushes turned an even brighter red.

"Uh, what about the twins?"

She snickered at the sudden change, "The Spirit Mages Raja and Maya are what they said. They're true spirits, or ghosts if you wish, with the ability to become tangible. Maya has an ability to see life's thread of any living thing. She only uses this ability to track someone in danger since she's able to communicate with the dead, as well as control plant life. Raja has been known to create her own spirit animal, as well as creating new creatures. Ilianya is her familiar but the phoenix chose her. Spirit Phoenixes always chose their pet. We are pets to them instead of master. But they will always be loyal to the first person they chose,choosing them again over anyone else. And since they're spirits, they are limitless in age and cannot die. But they do have the chance every decade to cross over from this world."

The students scribbled quickly as they move onto the next question, saving the best for last. "What about War Mage Osiris? What is he?"

"Actually he's human and a wizard." This caused everyone to feel a slight whiplash as his or her head shot up, "He's the first human to be trained as a Mage. The twins had come across him when Maya felt someone on the thresholdof death. We healed him and trained him since. He's been with us over ten years, though he is also the first human to be hand selected by She-Demon to serve as her ally." Isis quickly straightened her posture after that sentence, "I recommend you calling her Queen. If not, the consequences could be very bad!" The class frightfullynodded, "Good. She-Demon is the ruler over a hellish demonic realm. She controls all those of demonic blood, her bloodline. It is rare for her to choose someone outside her bloodline but she chose Osiris to be her right hand, a Death's Messenger. A Death's Messenger is someone who will hunt down the enemies deserving punishment by She-Demon." She kept her friend's story simple and slightly truthful, just as they had sworn.

"What about you?"

"Who knows about Rare Fallen Angels or Fallen Angels?"

The purebloods in Gryffindor fought with the Slytherins for the answer. "Fallen Angels are rumoured to be those who betrayed their lord in heaven and were cast out."

"They are said to be beautiful creatures, almost human, with wings who try to lure others into the path of sin but also rumoured to be quite ruthless."

"They are also creatures of myth and legend. Believed to have begun the lines of various mythical creatures."

"Fallen Angels have also been known to provide the rarest ingredients for the most powerful potions, their wings and blood. They are also very powerful creatures on their own, magical signatures non-existence nor traceable when in use. They have said to have bestowed this type of magic on such creatures as the House elves."

Isis was stunned at the amount of answers she received. The students knew quite a bit about part of her heritage, "Wow! Very good. I believe that will be 50 points to each of you."

Everyone who had answered looked very proud at the amount of points they received, especially the Slytherins since it was rare to receive that many points in any class but Potions. Despite the points, Isis began the tale of her kind, "I am a Rare Fallen Angel." With a sly grin, "I am currently at 2500 years of age."

"That's impossible!" The stunned shriek of Hermione Granger had voiced every student's opinion. Nothing could live that long, not even an immortal since something or someone stronger always vanquished the weaker.

Quietly laughing, "It is possible. We are, at the moment, true immortals. Like the twins and Thor, we are immune to such things as the Killing Curse. I'm sure most of you heard about someone surviving it at the Hogsmeade attack." They nodded, eager to write and learn more, "That was me. We are immortal because only another Rare Fallen Angel's blood can kill us, like the Ambroise Clan. My blood would be a slow acting poison, very painful. Despite how we can or should die, our limitless ages are incorporated into our mates of all immortals."

"Wait. Your mates can live just as long?"

"When we mate, our bonding ceremony, in bed," here she winked, causingthe students to flush again, "our mate willmark us. This mark will cause our magic and lives to meld together. Our mate will never age nor will they die. But should She-Demon call for death, our mates are unaffected, they will simply finish out their life span before they were marked. This means, should I mate with a wizard and then die, this wizard would simply live to the extent of normal wizard life span. But it is possible for my kind to have more then one mate."

"But how do Fallen Angels find a mate?"

"Fallen Angels have a choice of who they wish to mate with. Like veelas, they send out pheromones to attract the mate they wish to seduce, though I believe veelas choose the perfect mate to compliment them. But shouldthe Fallen Angelschange their minds about their chosen mate, they can change their allurement to someone else as long as it's before the bonding. But we, Rare Fallen Angels, have no choice in mates. My kind is very rare indeed, about one born every hundred years. I believe there are only twenty of us still alive by She-Demon's word. First you must understand who we are."

The class waited with anticipation as their professor shifted into a more comfortable spot. "Rare Fallen Angels are truly dominant in power and war. We take great pride in our ability to fight, perform magic, and to torture. But should we find our mate we become completely submissive, meaning someone who is entirely dependent on that mate. Rare Fallen Angels have a true form of submission. What you see now is not my true form, should I meet my mate my body will alter. In our true forms, we all grow black wings, the tips a separate colour depending on our eyes,"here she blinked lavender eyes before continuing, "Our clothing will change to a more suitable, meaning easy to remove, attire. My attire is similar to the Spirit Mages. We will lose all control over our bodies and mind. We can only do as our mate says. Should I be in battle and meet my mate, I would revert immediately to my true form. Unless said otherwise I will always remain in this form, unable to fight or do anything on my own."

"That's terrible!" Hermione thought that type of power was cruel.

"Ms. Granger, you must understand. Rare Fallen Angels are the most powerful creatures alive. Unless someone dominates us or gains some control, our powers can become very destructive otherwise. We rival She-Demon in power, which is why there aren't many of us alive. Just one of us is enough to bring your world to its knees, even if Voldemort should die."

Mouths dropped in shock, while a select few plot to tell their parents. "Until I am truly claimed She-Demon has me in check. Should I lose control, I shall die. This is why we are submissive and dependent. As you asked before about mates, we are submissive to true dominant creatures, rarely to wizards unless they are quite powerful. These true dominant creatures can be other demons, werewolves like your regular professor, elves, and such. Where I am from I had yet to meet my mate, but there have been a few tugs on my magic while being here in your world."

"Your mate's here?" Someone had called from the back, hidden by his or her fellow classmates, causing her to smile.

"Quite possibly. You see, Rare Fallen Angels will send out magical tendrils of power to those true dominants. It will search for the perfect mate. When it does find our match, our magic will enforce a deep need to claim. Even in a coma or submissive state, my magic would force my mate to come forth and claim me or at least give some sign to those who dare to try and violate me in any way."

"Okay, what about more then one mate?" Some of the students were confused.

"The only way I may have another mate then the one claiming me is if they arebonded. This means should my perfect mate already had bonded to someone else that second person will also claim me. I would remain submissive to the two. Otherwise I can only have one mate."

Hermione sighed as she realized Ron was still confused, "Ron, this is what she meant. She can only have one mate. But if someone like Professor Lupin should try and claim her, Sirius would also be her dominant mate since he was already claimed by Professor Lupin."

"Oh! I get it now!" Those who understood had laughed at their confused counterparts while Hermione was glad Professor Lupin had already announced to the school that Sirius Black was his mate once he was freed, it had made that part of the lesson easier to explain.

Although it helped to clear any confusion, Hermione couldn't help but feel that her new professor was hiding something. That something was involved with the feeling of the other Mages, the feeling that one of them was causing her to miss something. Something she should have already figured out.