Harry seemed to nearly fly down the steps of the Entrance Hall. He dashed into the Great Hall, eager to atleast have something for breakfast before he had to get to his first class. He spotted Ron and plopped down beside him.
"Would you care to explain to me why you didn't wake me up?" snarled Harry, as he stacked food onto his plate.
Ron blinked over at him. "Oh, sorry mate. I was just trying to catch up with Hermione..."
"Oh and where might she be?" inquired Harry.
Ron rolled his eyes. "On the first floor talking to McGonagall about her Head Girl stuff..." he scowled.
"Ah..." said Harry, nodding. He felt a rap on his shoulder and turned around to see Vikki. "Oh, good morning."
Vikki smiled lightly. Her long dark hair was in a high ponytail. She was in her Slytherin uniform, minus the robe. Harry blinked at her skirt. It looked shorter than the ones he's seen Hermione wear. Maybe that's what Slytherin girl's did... Shorten their skirts? Seemed like a thing Slytherin girls would do.
"Good morning, Harry, morning Ron," she greeted, squeezing in the small space between the two boys. "
Ron raised an eyebrow and grinned at her as he gulped his food down. "Hello, Vikki," he said, brightly.
"How's your 'Mione doing?" she grinned.
"Fine as far as I know," he answered.
Vikki smiled over at him and looked over in Harry's direction. "So, Harry... what have you been up to? Find anything about my father?"
"No, actually, I haven't had luck. But I will in due time. I met one of your sister's and your brother by the way."
"Interesting. Tell me bout that one later. But anyway... I thought I'd let you two know that your team better brace themselves," she said smirking.
Harry narrowed his eyebrows. Surely Vikki wasn't referring to Quidditch? Slytherin didn't have a chance. Not with him as captain and not during his seventh year at Hogwarts. It was out of the question. It was just one of those things that was just never going to happen this year.
"Just what are you exactly talking about, Valentine?" he asked with a bit of edge to his tone.
"Quidditch, of course, you dense twat," she spat. "Don't play stupid with me, Potter. You see unlike your rival, Draco, I do not hang out with unintelligent beings so I haven't grown a certain tolerance for stupdity. And on another note, I can think of many other ways than something that results in me threatening you with my wand or crying for father, got it?"
Harry glanced over at Ron, who was staring at her with a very odd gaze. Something between shock, admiration, and intimidation. Harry nodded at Vikki.
"Yeah... so your point to Quidditch is?"
"I'm having a little meeting with Snape at lunch about how the team never lets girls on and I have a few proposals for better play. I know Snape and if you kiss his ass just right, you can get just about anything. I have reputation you see, which means a short conversation and I can be on the team."
"And this little meeting, you say, doesn't have to involve your father that just happens to be the Minister of Magic, huh?" asked Harry.
"If that's what Snape plays at then what has to be done will be done."
"Oh, you think so? Well, what makes you think being on the team will make a difference?" questioned Ron.
"Let's just say Quidditch is my second nature," she smiled.
"No offense, but have you even played Quidditch other than for fun?" asked Harry.
"Oh yeah. My father is a Quidditch fanatic. We go to all the mini-tournaments going on and I've been to a small Quidditch training camp in Ireland for every other summer or so. I went for three months this summer and my team had won 4 of the matches we had. I would have stayed if I didn't have to come back home and help mum balance a few things around the house and that sort of thing," said Vikki, grabbing Ron's goblet and taking a sip. She polietly gave it back, leaving Ron with a very confused expression on his face. She smiled back at Harry who stared at her a bit blankly.
"How about a one on one game, what position do you play?" he offered.
"Mainly Chaser, but I have been known to pull off quite superb Seeker work."
"We'll have a Snitch finding contest, then."
"Sounds challenging..." she said, with a tone of sarcasm to her voice.
"Come to the first practice I have at the end of the week. We'll have it there."
"You're on Potter. See you in Defense Against the Dark Arts! Ooh, bye Ron." she said, heading out of the Great Hall.
Ron stared as she went on her way. "She scares me, yet amuses me at the same time."
"Funny," said Harry, with a roll of his eyes. "C'mon let's get going."
The boys finished their last bites of breakfast and headed out of the Great Hall and up the Entrance Hall staircase.
"Hey, do you know who we have for first period?" asked Ron, looking down at his schedule. "It says defense against the dark arts... but there's no teacher where the professor slot should be."
Harry narrowed his eyebrows as he looked over his friend's shoulder to find it was true. "Hang on, do you recall Dumbledore announcing who the new teacher was going to be?"
"Nope, don't even reckon he did," said Ron, blinking.
"Well, he didn't forget! That's not like Dumbledore..."
"You have to understand, mate, he isn't getting any younger," stated Ron, turning in the third floor corridor.
"True, but it's just not... Dumbledore." said Harry rather lamely.
Harry looked ahead to see Hermione and Neville standing in front of the door totheDefense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Hey Harry, hey Ron," piped Neville.
Hermione turned around almost instantly and smiled brightly at the sight of her best friends. "Good morning, you two," she greeted.
"Morning, Hermione," chimed Harry and Ron.
"Hey, would you happen to know who's teaching us?" questioned Harry.
Hermione shook her head. "No, not at all. Odd of Dumbledore not to mention it last night, don't you think?"
"Well, is anyone in there?" asked Ron.
"Oh, I don't know..." answered Hermione, narrowing her eyebrows a bit.
"What are we doing out here, then?" asked Ron, shaking his head. "you know, for a smart girl you can be rather dense," he said, grinning at her.
"Says the boy who can't even take notes for one class period, not to mention stay awake!" she retorted.
"Ooh, she has a point there, mate." said Neville, chuckling a bit.
Ron scowled. "Hush up," he mumbled.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed through the door and looked around the classroom. "Hello? Is anyone in here? Professor?" she asked, walking further into the classroom.
Harry blinked as he looked around. Still the same old Defense Against the Dark arts. The same dragon skeletal system was hanging from the cieling, random objects bottled up on shelfs, many text and reference books and the desks in four rows.
A few more students entered the classroom. Dean Thomas andSeamus Finnegin. Behind them was Vikki and Malfoy. Harry raised a curious eyebrow. He nudged Ron, who turned around immediantly.
"What the hell are they doing?" he whispered to Harry.
"No clue..." answered Harry.
Vikki andMalfoy seemed to be in deep conversation. Vikki rolled her eyes, placed her books on a desk in the back row and pulled her robes on as she continued talking to Malfoy.
Harry tried desperately to listen in. He walked a little closer to the door, but turned his back on the two, and fiddled with his bag quietly while intently listening.
"...Yeah, but he doesn't exactly own the place now does he?" asked Malfoy.
"Well, obviously. He's just in charge of the place... he's not like a king, I hope you understand that."
"Well, how is he doing? I haven't seen him since..."
"Since that little get together your mother had, I know."
"Why are you so negative?"
"Don't interrogate me, Malfoy. Besides, I could just easily ignore you again. Do you want that?"
Silence.
"Harry, d'you think--"
"Hush!" snapped Harry at Ron.
"Well, no..."he heard Malfoy say. "it's just that we never got to--"
"Harry, it'll only take a--"
"Oh, honestly, get over it." snapped Vikki.
"a minute, Harry, just a minute!"
"HUSH, DAMN IT!"
The whole room went silent. He turned around to see Malfoy staring at him with his smug little sneer. Vikki stared athim for a moment and went into a fit of giggles.
"What are you laughing at?" snapped Malfoy.
Vikki abruptly stopped and looked at him. "Your face..." she said, sarcastically. She grabbed her books and walked over towards Harry.
"Hey best bud of mine!" she squealed, giving Harry a forced hug. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, looking over at Ron.
Ron blinked. "Yeah, it's min--"
"Oh, you want to give it to me! How gentleman like!" she said, putting her stuff down and handing him his.
Ron gave her an outraged look. "What do you think--"
"Sit next to Granger, you idiot!" she whispered.
Ron blinked and nodded. "Gotcha..." he said pointing at her. "So smart..." he said to himself as he walked over to the desk Hermione had settled down at.
Harry looked back at Malfoy to see him glaring at his textbook on his desk. Pansy had just entered the room and she sat herself next to him. Harry grinned to himself and looked back at Vikki.
"You enjoy torturing him, don't you?"
"With all my heart," she said proudly.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to know who the Profess--"
"Good morning, class," said a woman's voice who entered the classroom.
Everyone went silent. Harry lookedahead to observe the woman who just took the floor of the classroom.The woman was rather tall and pale. She had short raven hair that ended at her jawline. She had bright blue eyes and was wearing robes of violet.
Harry looked over at Vikki, who stared at the woman without blinking. "Do you know her?" he asked.
"Yes..." whispered Vikki. "God, this is ridiculous, now..." she mumbled.
"I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.I arrived around 2 AM, so that's why I was not present at yesterday's begining of the year feast. I apologize for that. My name is Professor Wiccan."
"How?" Harry whispered.
"She's my--"
"Victoria, don't tell me you're talking already?"
"No, Professor..."
Professor Wiccan smiled. "Of course you aren't."
Vikki forced a smile and looked down at her desk and grabbed a scrap piece of parchment. She scribbled something quickly and passed it to Harry.
Harry held the parchment for a moment and when Professor Wiccan had stopped speaking and turned around to grab something off her desk he looked down and read the note.
She's my aunt...
Wee, somewhat of a cliffy! Lol. I know it took forever for me to update! But Performing Art Schools are hectic! lol. Well, since I had a week off, I worked on this so hope you guys like... read it and remember to review. lol. I'll try to update on weekends. Hope you liked it! Please review. Thankies!
-Vikki