Harry stood and left, not really intending to go to History of Magic but he headed that way anyways.

Quest was still seated at her desk when Robert Cole walked in, a little smirk on his face.

"Justine."

"Robert."

They looked at each other for a moment before breaking into smiles. Justine Quest put her feet up on the desk and accio'd a glass of brandy to her. "I'd think you were stalking me if I didn't know better."

"Because I walk into the classroom you teach in as a fellow professor?"

Quest just smiled and sipped her drink.

"Tell me about Albus when he was young, when you knew him," Robert sat down and accio'd himself a glass.

Quest laughed and nodded. "Albus Dumbledore used to be a professor here…"

&

Hermione was stretched out on the couch with Ron half on top of her and she was reading to him from their Charms text. He wasn't listening of course, but succeeding in pretending to.

Harry was laying on another couch and he thought of what Malfoy had said, the feeling when the kissed was incredible and there was that other, tingling, wondrous feeling he got and he didn't understand it. He still thought he hated Malfoy, no matter how devastatingly good looking he was. Even if he was the perfect height (just a few inches shorter than Harry) to rest his head on Harry's shoulder and even if he was build just so that their bodies fit against each other exactly. That didn't mean he liked the ferret.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Ron's thinking of getting us some butterbeer, you want some too?"

"Oh, sure," Harry nodded and smiled at Ron as he climbed up and left.

"Harry?" Hermione rolled over and made her way to his sofa. Harry curled up his legs and let her sit.

"What is it 'Mione?"

"How did the truce with Malfoy go?"

Harry felt himself blush and he gave a nervous smile "it went great, we're on neutral terms and thinking of going to the library later to work on Transfiguration. Malfoy's pretty smart you know."

Hermione gave him a proud look and nodded. "Now, Ron and I are thinking, well, hoping really, that the wedding will be in December, over break."

"That'll be gorgeous," Harry nodded.

"Since the due date is sometime in April and all, we wanted to be married first and all. But, we thought you'd like to be Ron's best man."

Harry smiled broadly and sat up, putting his arms around Hermione. "I'd love to. Wow, best man and godfather?"

"Harry, you're our best friend, we want you as involved as possible." Hermione assured him and hugged him back. "You can even help us think of names for her."

Harry gave a laugh and nodded happily. "You're incredibly Hermione."

It was when Ron returned that the two withdrew from their hug.

"What was going on here?" Ron joked, setting down the platter with mugs on it.

"Hermione asked me to be best man."

"Bloody hell Hermione, you told him?" Ron whined, "I wanted to be here too."

Hermione laughed and moved over so Ron could sit with her. "You're here for the toast, that's what matters," she gave him a kiss on the lips and raised her glass, "to the best man and godfather."

Harry raised his glass, "to the bride and groom and baby."

Ron raised his glass and with a sly smile, "to best friends."

The three clicked their glasses together and drank.

&&

"Good morning students," Cole nodded shortly to them. It was History of Dark Arts again and there was a heavy feel of nervousness in the room.

Cole seated himself on his desk and crossed his legs, with a smirk he waved his wand and a screen appeared to one side of him. A face appeared, a dark haired man with an upturned nose and vibrant blue eyes.

"This is the Causticain. He is one of the founding members of the League of Protection from Dark Magic. The L.P.D.M. is very old but not well publicized. Currently the Leader of the League is a man named Bartholomew Hesh. He's no so important as Causticain. Originally our subject today was, himself, a "Dark Lord." He didn't have a real cause, he was young, no more than twenty seven and he merely wanted to see how much damage a wizard could do. So that's what he did, a lot of damage with little death. The History books don't really count him as a evil Wizard, just a misguided one who came to recognize the stupidity of youth and helped form a well-respected organization as repentance for his mistakes. He kept his evil name however, since his lovely girlfriend, Decima Malfoy, made the name up. He later married the Malfoy daughter and she adopted his family name, Neselate." Cole motioned and a picture of Causticain and a gorgeous white haired woman appeared, they gave a sort of half-smile/half-smirk and looked over the class royally.

Cole moved on to the objectives of the L.P.D.M. and the positions acquirable and on to other information about it. Harry glanced around himself and saw Malfoy sitting in the back of the room, a quill taking notes for him and his eyes trained on a magazine called Aequari Fashion. He was, as expectable, on the cover and the headlines said he was the new face of Blakely Wizarding fashions. Harry turned back and saw a larger photo of a gorgeous woman had come up, her eyes were riveting and nearly black. She was seated on a black throne, dressed in a gown that made her breasts looked huge. In one hand she held a iron scepter toped with a raven made of obsidian and ruby, a glow of odd red surrounded the bird. Harry listened in as Cole spoke.

"This is the first female evil leader on record, she was called Princess Ravena, and was never defeated in battle. Her followers called themselves the flock and were said to screech something fearful in battle, screams really, but as absurd as it may sound, the witness say there was magic in those screams. It sent a fear into them. Ravena was born a Potter but left her family behind in pursuit of her true place, ruler of the night. Some believe she was insane, but I personally think she knew exactly what was happening. See the staff? She had that instead of a wand and she fought the most powerful forces of the time with that."

A clip came up of a battle. Ravena was standing in her black gown, a swarm of dark figures moving restlessly behind her, but never pushing forward past a certain point. She held the scepter at her side and her teeth were bared. The glow was brighter and pulsed like a heart beat.

"That scepter is one of the most evil objects of all time. Top five they say, and it disappeared after this battle. Watch."

On the other side of the field, someone who looked like Merlin himself stood with his wand raise and an army of wizards and witches behind him. Ravena let out a scream and Harry felt dread and fear go through him. She raised the scepter and the red grew brighter. The other forces charged, shooting off spells. She brought the scepter down and a blast of red took out a group of ten wizards. Her forces blew past her, fighting head to head with the enemy. She rose into the air, a wind catching her dress and midnight colored hair. From where she was she continued picking of groups of five to ten wizards. Spells, bright green killing curses flew past her, none meeting their mark. Harry was stunned to see the leader of the other side come up and point his wand straight at her.

"Burn in hell you filthy beast," he called out to her and let fly the killing curse, the class gasped.

She bared her teeth at him and deflected the curse. "You'll burn before me." She spoke in Pasletongue. Then, with a sweep of the staff he was hurtled back through the air. Ravena looked down at the battle and let out another scream, and a pulse of fear hit Harry. Her forces disappeared.

"The darkness that falls over the land, every night, is my kingdom, as long as there is night, there I am," she said to the stunned enemy. Then the scepter disappeared and she turned into a raven and flew into the nothingness of the sky.

The clip stopped. "That's Ravena's final battle. There are certain people who feel she's still a threat. But mostly it's a silent fear that few people admit exists. There's no doubt that she could still be alive, the power contained in that staff could sustain a person for a millennia or more."

Harry heard the bell ring, next was History of Magic. He gathered his things and left.

Thanks! this was mostly a plot setter-upper, hope it wasn't tooo boring. please review!

love-Firestorm