Chapter 3: Discussions
Harry woke up early one day to talk to Ginny. He crept out silently into the hallway and knocked quietly on her door. No-one answered, but Harry really needed to talk to her, when she wasn't surrounded by people.
"Alohamora." He whispered, and the door unlocked. He walked in to see his red-head reading a book she'd levitated. "Hi Ginny." He said. Ginny jolted, and the book fell to the floor. "Sorry Gin, but I really needed to talk to you. The Weasley jumped up and hugged Harry.
"What was it you wanted to say?" She queried.
"We need to tell people about us Ginny. We can't have a moment alone without worrying, until they know. I'm sure your family will accept our engagement. They care about you, and just want you to be happy."
Ginny thought this over.
"Ginny, I know it's hard, but we have to tell them eventually."
Ginny appeared to be giving way.
"Okay Harry, I'll tell them, but not just now." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks Ginny. Good luck with your classes today." Harry snuck quietly out the door, closing it after him, and went into his own room and fell asleep. A while later, Ron burst into Harry's room.
"Harry, Harry, we're teaching today! Come on Harry!" Ron was beside himself with exitement. (?)
"Wha.....?" Harry yawned. Faking he'd only just woken up.
"Everyone is outside, breakfast is starting, you're running late, and we're teaching today! Harry, get up!" Ron dashed out, and Harry changed from his pajamas into his everyday clothing, then went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Hi Harry," Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Draco greeted him.
"Hi everyone." He replied. Breakfast ended eventually and Harry preceded to the classroom on the 3rd Floor Harry's old friend and teacher, a were-wolf by the name of Remus Lupin, used to use for DDA classes. He entered the classroom and sat down at the desk in the otherwise almost bare classroom. Apart from him, his class, a cupboard containing a Boggart, and the desk, the classroom was empty.
"Hello class." He greeted his students.
"Hello Proffessor Potter." They chorused.
"No need for the 'Proffessor Potter', I'm just Harry." He told them. "Today you'll be learning about Boggarts. Please take out your wands." Harry had a fleeting glimpse of a DDA class taught by Lupin in his 3rd year. "Okay, the Boggart will change into what ever you fear most. The charm 'Riddikulus' will help you defeat it. you must think, while casting the spell, very firmly mind, of something that will make your greatest fear less scary or funny. What really finishes a Boggart is laughter. You must force it to take a shape you will find amusing." Harry had another flash-back. "Say your greatest fear is a banshee. You could cause it to lose its voice. Any questions?" Hands flew up. "Yes?"
"Are you REALLY Harry Potter? THE Harry Potter?"
"Yes, I am."
"Will you sign our books?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I? But after the lesson. I'm going to release the Boggart now." Harry released the Boggart and his first class went great. The days passed until they began to fly by.