Chapter 15

Harry waited patiently in his classroom. Mentally he went over what he would teach the students. Years 1 through 4 would begin with practicing and learning basic spells as well as basic physical defense. For Years 5 through 7 he would teach them advance physical defense, Light spells, and Dark spells. The Professors did try to change his syllabus, protesting about the Ministry. But Harry explained that he answered to a higher power, that their Minister couldn't do anything without drawing down punishment from The Powers That Be. The Ministry wouldn't even have a choice of what the Assassin Vulcan decided to teach, not with someone even more powerful than them in charge. That explanation allowed the Professors to relax, if not worry a bit more.

And worry they did since his first class of the day was with the Seventh Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. That had surprised him. In his time, all the Houses were known to be mixed together by year. It was common to see students from all four Houses together. With only two Houses per class caused the classes to be longer and spaced out evenly among the Houses in order for them to attend all their classes each day.

For now he waited out the trampling of rushing feet, pointedly watching the transfigured clock, one Minerva McGonagall gladly created. He raised a brow slightly higher as three other students barely slipped into his classroom, mere minutes behind the others. Ignoring the panting breaths, he shuffled a few loose sheets of parchment. They were almost two minutes early. Must have really rushed through breakfast to make it to the other side of the castle, then again maybe not.

He also ignored the covert glances his way as half the class discreetly, or tried to, pull out various breakfast pieces. But he couldn't ignore the sudden vibrating growl from a frightened Remus Lupin. Nor could he ignore the startled shrieks and scrambling. Sighing he turned to face the class, glaring heatedly until they reluctantly sat down. Definitely need to thank Snape. His heated Death Glares really come in handy.

Remus shifted, waiting for someone to cry 'WOLF!' Even his friends discreetly looked about. They knew he was the one that had growled, surprisingly by accident. Narrowed emerald eyes swept over the pale boy, quietly stating, "Domino is quite a handful. Yet to be fully tamed."

No one saw the fluttering of his hands, causing the strong illusions of his spiritual comradesto gain a visual body. High pitched shrieks resounded off the sensitive ears of the lowly crouched furry figure. Ice blue eyes flared as saliva coated fangs were bared. The muscular figure immediately dove forward, hands curled in threatening claws. But before it could connect, an even darker figure slammed the creature against the nearest wall, snapping its own saliva covered fangs, threatening growls vibrating deeply in its furry throat. Pointing to the dark blue figure crouched at the wall beneath the second creature, "That is Domino. Domino, down."

Shocked, the class watched as the creature followed the command. "But...but, that's a werewolf! Are you insane? You can't bring that thing in here!"

Harry glared at the yelling blonde, wearing the House emblem of Slytherin, then quickly glanced down at the papers in his right hand, quite thankful that the Professors had willingly created a spelled seating list. He would have no problems as to who each his students were, even their first names should the last be the same, "Yes, Mr. Malfoy, it is a werewolf. That is Domino, my werewolf companion. And the dark gray feline is Elixa, his mate."

"But..."

The blonde trailed off beneath the even darker glare of his Professor, "I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, that Domino is very much trained to obey his mate and myself, usually to a point." To prove his point further, Harry stepped through the now purring feline. "They are real but to the sight." He willingly forgot to mention that they could gain a physical form, if he truly desired it, no need to give away all my secrets.

And no one said anything after that. Nor did they interrupt his next speech, "Despite our surprise guests' arrivals, I don't care what you know or what you think you know in this class. You will be expected to learn advanced physical defense skills as well as being able to accurately perform various Light and Dark spells."

The students couldn't stay quiet. Especially after a green eyed redheaded witch said, "But, Sir...uh, Assassin..."

"Sir or Professor Vulcan is fine, Miss..." glancing down at his desk, "Evans. I see that now."

"Uh, yes, Sir. But those spells aren't legal. Ministry orders."

Several Slytherins sneered, lowly whispering, "Stupid Mudbloods think they know everything."

The Gryffindors immediately tried to retaliate when someone coolly stopped them, "Enough. Twenty points from Slytherin." The Gryffindors snickered before, "Twenty points from Gryffindor." Twin glares melting beneath cold, steel emerald, "Care for more? No? Thought not. And to answer, Miss Evans, the Ministry has no say. You, all, may write to them, should you wish to complain. But you will still learn. Dismissed."

The students grumbled as they collected their things, "One more thing," silence, "superiority of furthered knowledge will be checked at the door. Laughter at another's plight will result in loss of points." They heard the underlying, 'massive,' in his tone, "And foolish or harmful games will result in reversal upon the creator as well as a month of detention. I'm told Filch holds the most desirable detentions."

Mouths dropped in horror at the amused Professor. There wasn't any doubt that he was lying. "Yes, sir!"

"Ah, one more thing. Sit. I will explain your lateness to the next classes. For the year, you will work with partners. Of my choosing. Move to where I point." And he proceeded to do so, watching as the spelled parchments changed with the seatings. "You will work with your partner, even if it kills you. Dismissed."

"Can you believe that?" Of the few familiar voices, only this one was excited while the others were quite down.

"I demand a re-pick! I won't be with that slimy, greasy bat!"

"Same here! I'm stuck with the Priss Queen!"

"Another twenty points, each this time Mr. Black, Mr. Potter." Stunned speechless by their Professor the two boys in questioned paled as they fled.

But that didn't stop a furious redhead Head Girl. Nor did it stop their accusations, "He's insane! A Slytherin! Even a Death Eater!"

"James Andres Potter!" A wild black haired, wiry youth swallowed hard. Wide, fearful hazel eyes peered out from thick black frames at the fiery redhead with flashing emerald eyes. "How dare you! How dare you even accuse someone Albus Dumbledore obviously truts to teach us! We need what he's willing to give to survive this! And you know it, Mister!

"But...But, Lily!"

Lillian Anna Evans snarled even louder, "Don't you Lily me! You will go to that class without a single racial slur again! Do you understand me? Well?"

"Yes, Lily. I understand." From behind a bashful and submissive James Potter collapsed his best friend, Sirius Black, from uncontrollable laughter. The black haired and even darker eyed youth didn't think he'd ever stop laughing so hard, nor trying to wipe away the rushing tears. That was until something else stopped him dead in mid-laughter.

Lily's eyes flashed dangerously as she calmly turned her sights onto another delinquent. Oh, how she loved being one of those true ill-tempered redheads. That and the ability to put fear into two boys that were at least a foot taller than her. Even her tone was dangerously calm, "And just what are you laughing about, Sirius Helsing Black?"

Hearing that tone and name sobered him quick, helping him to jump to his feet in hopes to hide further behind James, "Uh?"

But Lily stalked the two suddenly submissive boys, "You, James Andres Potter, will work politely and willingly with Narcissa Black, no matter what she or the other Slytherins say."

"But..."

"Did I just hear a 'but..', Potter?" James knew he was in trouble. His girlfriend never called him Potter, not since their Fifth year.

"N-no, Lily. I-I would never."

She deceptively smirked, patting him on the head, "Good boy." Then turned to Sirius, "And you, Sirius Helsing Black, will do the exact same thing with Severus Snape. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Lily."

"Good boys. You will behave, just like Remus and I with Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Black." The-cat-that-ate-the-canary-grin was the last straw for Remus. He was the one to collapse from laughter.