Summary: Harry never expected something so strange to happen, especially one clad in odd clothes with few too many piercings. Or maybe it's just him. Of course, finding a rather strange stranger eating a sandwich in your house isn't something that happens too often, even for the amazing Harry Potter.
Rating: Rated M, because I don't think I could ever make this have a lower rating xD Mind you, this is for upcoming. So, nothing like that or that quite yet.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, well, except for Aaron Grimmel and Gabriel Pyrennth. Those two hotties are mine, and so is the plot. And Abby (Absentis Memoria). She's my character too, and anything made up xD HP characters belong to JK Rowling, and her publishers, or something like that.
Pairings:Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasly, Gabriel Pyrennth/Aaron Grimmel, and a surprise pairing that will make you go WTF. :3
In case you're wondering: It is currently Tuesday in the story.
So far in the story (SPOILERS in case you're lost (highlight)): Harry finds a strange, white haired man sitting in his kitchen eating a sandwich. The following day, the Dursley's are berating him, missing five hundred pounds (Roughly one thousand dollars Canadian), and blaming the loss on Harry. Harry gets kicked out of the house for a day, and finds none other but the white haired stranger (Gabriel Pyrennth) lurking about on a park bench. Sleeping. A friend of Pyrennth's appears, and Harry meets him (Aaron Grimmel). Pyrennth decides he's hungry, and the three go eat some noodles:3 Finally, it's time for Harry to go back to the Dursley's, but not without Aaron and Gabriel 'checking' up on him. Before he knows it, it's time for school, and we continue with Harry… at school! After supper/dinner/dindin (XD), Harry heads back to the common rooms, and meats a few of the first years.
Next morning! Ron has a 'brilliant' idea to make Seamus stick to his mattress with a newly invented charmed marshmallow. The plan backfires, and Ron gets his hand stuck to Seamus and the mattress. The spell to reverse it requires a Slytherin to perform, so Harry goes off in search of Aaron, who (as well as Gabriel) is a new teacher at the school for 'fitness and physical defense.' He finds them, and the two are hacking at each other with swords, yay! Gabriel heads off to the infirmary (having contracted a nasty wound), and Aaron accompanies Harry to Gryffindor to remove the charm.
Incendio – Chapter 5
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It could not be said that Ronald Weasley was a happy camper. The muggle phrase was an appropriate synonym for the situation, seeing as Ron felt like some sort of muggle who'd pitched a tent in the woods, only to find a hornets nest above their head, rocks beneath the tent, and missing some very valuable items (food, namely.) It could also be said that Ron was quite peeved.
He'd had a wonderful idea – rather wicked (Slytherin, if you will) of him to get Seamus and the said boy's rump to quite literally 'stick' to his bed. And, of course, he had known this sticking charm on this marshmallow (which, if eaten would not cause your stomach to stick together, but would rather be digested by the juices in one's stomach) would not only stick Seamus to the sheet, but the mattress below as well.
And of course, this product just had to work perfectly, which was a paradox in itself, seeing as few of his brother's products worked on their first test run.
And now, he was stuck with his hand securely stuck to a certain boy's behind. And three guesses to who was cracking up laughing, and being firmly scolded for it by Pomfrey.
Professor Pyrennth, of course. He was holding his stomach, most likely in pain (I wish I could put him in a fair bit more pain, Ron thought to himself) seeing as his stomach had a large gash across it. By now, Seamus' face's colour had developed a rather interesting shade of red, discarding the pale, pasty colour Seamus' skin usually was. How Ginny could see anything in this boy was beyond Ron.
"Hey Ron, would you mind not squeezing my ass while your hand's down there?" Seamus asked. Ron gaped, and Pyrennth laughed. "I mean, I know I'm irresistible to you," Seamus continued earning an annoyed glare from Ron (eye rolling included free of charge!) "But really, if you wanted me that bad, all you had to do was ask. Not that I don't mind all of this," he finished, wiggling a bit, and causing Ron to redden. Pomfrey clucked, shaking her head.
"I'll have none of this nonsense, not in this ward," Pomfrey said, giving all three of the patients a glare. Pyrennth opened his mouth to protest, but remembered his remark about her 'crappy charm.' It was probably safer to not say anything, anyways. Pomfrey bent down to examine the place where the two boys were 'stuck,' then straightened quickly. "When does this charm wear out?" She asked finally, earning an odd look from Seamus.
"In about five hours," Ron said honestly. He didn't include that it left a nasty residue, but that could be easily charmed away with a scourgify.
"Well, you'll be waiting it out here," Pomfrey said. "I can't reverse a spell like that. It has nothing to do with what is taught to a highly qualified medi-witch, such as I," she nodded, and then pointed to a bed in the far corner. "You may wait there."
"Aww, but then they'll miss my class!" Pyrennth said disdainfully.
"They'll be at your next one, Professor Pyrennth," Pomfrey replied, eyeing the Professor warily. "As you do seem to have classes with seventh years daily."
Pyrennth harrumphed, muttering something about it being the introduction class and whatnot. He turned to Ron and Seamus, putting on a frighteningly bright smile. "Well, I'll see tomorrow in my class then! And make sure to ask your friends about today's class." He nodded to Pomfrey, and configured a new shirt for himself, and made to exit the hospital wing.
"And Professor," Pomfrey called out. "Do come back tomorrow, so we can be sure you will recover." Pyrennth replied with his consent, and left.
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"I am Professor Pyrennth, and this is Professor Grimmel. I'm sure you'd heard that we're to be instructing you in fitness and physical defense." The professor's voice echoed loudly in the room made up of seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"First off," Grimmel began, a calculating gaze sweeping the classroom. "Seeing as this is a new course that has only recently been implemented, we will be thinking that everything is new. You know no one here, and because of this, you will start anew. Any sort of animosity between the two houses will not be tolerated. Yes, you will be expected to pair up with members of the opposite house. Contrary to what you may be thinking, this is not a strange sadistic torture device in which we Professors derive our entertainment from. In this class, you will be learning how to defend yourself without the use of a wand, and you will become fit. I will expect every student here to arrive tomorrow morning, one hour before breakfast starts for a run outside." He smiled, making Harry wonder if this run he spoke of was his form of torture – he actually believed the part about inter house partners. After all, it wasn't as though Professors had attended Hogwarts, or any other magical school, so they couldn't expect to know of the inbred hatred that existed between the Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"In this course, we will be examining different martial arts, some being Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Jiu Jutsu, Aikido, and Karate. There are a few others, but the names will most likely hold little meaning to you. I'll expect everyone in this class to be proficient with a sword, and a range of weapons. While we will not be issuing a special uniform as many martial art studios' do, we would prefer if you came dressed in some sort of comfortable clothing. A t-shirt and jogging pants would be preferable."
"Also," Professor Grimmel said, interrupting Pyrennth, with a pointed glare at Neville and Seamus, who were carrying on an excited conversation. "Talking will not be permitted when we are talking. If we were to be instructing you on a move in battōjutsu, it would be fairly fatal if you were talking, as you might mishear the instructions. Because battōjutsu focuses on cutting techniques, it would make sense that the class would be learning one, correct?" Professor Grimmel let his rhetorical question hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "So, if you were in fact talking, you might not hear us instruct you to cut and step in one direction, and you might end up cutting in the wrong direction. While you cut to the right, the person on your right would be following the rules, having listened, and would be moving towards you. This would mean the distance between the two of you would have been halved, and you would most likely end up injuring another student."
"Any sort of instruction issued is to be followed. If we ask you to repeat a move, you will. If we ask you to execute a move, but you have forgotten, ask us, and we will assist you." Pyrennth nodded to the other Professor, who stepped forward.
"Wands away, quills out. You'll be taking a note which may not make sense to you now, but will later." Professor Grimmel flicked his wand, and a rather long list appeared on the blackboard. "These are simple instructions on what you'll be learning first – Tae Kwon Do. Right now, you're reading the three things in Tae Kwon Do we'll be practicing: patterns, self defense, and three step sparring, in that order. The patterns do not start until yellow stripe belt, which is the second paragraph. Patterns are a sub sequential set of movements you will need to execute. This can range from blocks, punches, and kicks. Self defense will be simple things to execute. An example is the white belt self defense, in which someone uses a double shoulder grab against you, and you step back with one leg, using four moves to not only force your opponent to release their hold, but to go onto the offensive side as well. Last is three step sparring. This is usually a simple drill in which your opponent may throw a punch at you, and you'll block, then counterattack."
The two professors on the steps in the room, waiting for the class to finish. Of course, they would be waiting a while, since most of their class had begun conferencing with one another. Pyrennth grinned, muttering "sounds like we're popular," to Aaron before surveying the class, pleased that most of them were copying down what had been written, but still talking to their friends.
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"Bloody hell, this isn't what I thought the course would be like!" Harry turned to Hermione, earning a look of annoyance.
"What did you expect, Harry?" She asked, shaking her head feeling rather exasperated. The name had given it all away: physical fitness? Self defense? It sounded like they would be doing a lot of warm ups and then some sort of muggle fighting. She'd seen that movie on TV once, with a famous martial artist, and was rather excited to be learning something this different, if especially at a school that taught magic as a sole subject.
"Well, I dunno! Something like muggle gym or… something!" Harry took a turn looking rather exasperated. "Well, actually, I guess I sort of knew…" He trailed off, thinking back to the day when he'd seen Pyrennth and Grimmel fighting. He blinked abruptly, looking around. That hadn't been days ago: why, it was today! How time did fly.
"Harry?" Hermione gave Harry a gentle nudge on his shoulder.
"Oh, yeah?" Harry looked over to see his friend with a rather worried look on her face.
"You drifted away. Anyways, so you did figure it out. How?"
Harry gave Hermione a look of mock disdain. "Are you saying you are the only one who can think? And come up with bloody brilliant plans?"
"Well, yes, actually, I was," Hermione replied looking smug. Harry frowned, pouting.
"Not fair," he said. "House-confused Ravenclaw you are."
"Perhaps, she said, looking over at the Slytherin table, then hurridly began working once more.
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"Martial Arts, hmm?" Draco finally said, eyeing the two professors. "Don't you do something like that, Blaise?"
"I play the violin, idiot, I don't do any of this!" The boy huffed, crossing his arms. "How is it even the same?"
"Draco's forgotten his thinking cap at home where the deer and the antelope play and humpty dumpty lost his glass slipper," Pansy cut in, with a giggle.
"Pansy, if you're going even mention muggle stories and use them in an analogy, at least pick one and get it right," Draco said with a smirk.
"You speak muggle?" Goyle asked, peering into the little circle of friends that was forming.
"Stupid, it's a dialect, not a language," Crabbe shouted.
"Do you know what a dialect is?" Millicent Bulstrode asked, joining the group.
"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't," Goyle said.
"I wasn't talking to you," Milicent said, looking at Crabbe.
"Muffins," Crabbe said, looking around.
"Muffins," Draco, Pansy, and Blaise said.
"Cupcakes?" Goyle questioned. Draco laughed. "What? They're yummy and taste good! And the icing is the best part! And muffins can only be buttered, but cupcakes, you can put little sprinkles on!"
"Stop talking Goyle," Blaise said with as straight a face as he could muster.
"Shouldn't you be working?" Hermione asked, looking at the group.
"Shut up, Granger. We're done, see?" He picked up his piece of parchment, waving it in front of her face. The head girl frowned, still working on writing everything down. Of course, Draco hadn't told her he had used a transferring charm to make everything written on the board appear on his paper. As if he Draco Malfoy would copy it down like some magic less squib, or even a muggle! Such an idea was simply preposterous.
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The rest of the class passed fairly quickly, and was fairly enjoyable. The Professors had engaged the class in a discussion about a muggle topic that even the Slytherins had participated in. They'd said something like "being physically fit is nothing is your mind is not fit as well." Draco had poked at Crabbe and Goyle, saying that eliminated them. Harry agreed, overhearing the small conversation between the two.
Before the class left, however, Professor Pyrennth interrupted them, clearing his throat and giving his wand a small wave. "I thought I might clear one thing up. While this is more of a class that does not involve the use of your wand, you will, however, be learning spells that might help you out, examples being five minutes energy boosts, and how to clean your swords blade with a simple spell. That's all, uhh, dissmissed!"
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The rest of the day passed fairly quickly, and at dinner that day, McGonagall announced that a mock Quidditch game would be taking place in two days, the upcoming Thursday. "Since the Quidditch tryouts have yet to commence, I'm giving every house a quick try out session. The real try outs won't be for a few more days, and this event can be participated in by any student who knows how to use a broomstick. We'll have congregated teams of the different houses, which will be chosen at random. If you're interested, there are spelled sign up sheets in your common rooms, so only sign yourself up." She gave the student body a quick nod, and food appeared on the tables for every student to enjoy.
"So," Lavender Brown started, resting her chin on her hand, with her elbow on her knee. She peered at Ginny through half opened eyes, a strange look plastered upon her petite face.
"So," Ginny repeated with a small smirk. The two shared a knowing grin, simply looking at one another, and, well… grinning.
"'The hell?" Ron inquired tactfully.
"We were just discussing how, ah, fine those two new teachers are, weren't we?" Ginny winked at her friend, the two lapsing into knowing smiles once more.
"I didn't hear much talking," Ron grumbled. As an afterthought he added, "and eww!" He shuddered, pretending to ignore the impression Ginny was doing of a 'Ron' flapping his hand in mock disgust.
"What? You and Harry and half the boys here talk about what you think of certain girls to great detail, so why can't we do the same, but with the opposite gender in mind?" Lavender sighed, wondering what Parvati ever saw in Ron.
"But that's just weird!" Ron countered.
"And so is listening to you guys talking, especially the way you go at it!" Ginny crossed her arms in a huff, as if supporting her opinion with the single fluid motion.
"Well, you don't have to listen," Ron grumbled.
"And neither do you!" Parvati shot back with a smirk, and Ron turned away.
"So, that Pyrennth guy? Ooh, yum. And he only looks like he's about twenty, twenty-one," Ginny grinned, speaking loud enough so that Ron could hear.
"Ooh, and his white hair is so different. Tastefully different, like all those piercings, yum," Parvati replied, as if rivaling Ginny in volume.
"But the best part? Neither Pyrennth or Grim wear robes. They said something about not being able to move well enough. Sure, we all believe that." Parvati winked at Ginny, who returned the gesture.
"And did you see? Pyrennth has tattoos." Ginny continued, her smile becoming almost predatory now.
"Really? Naw, I'm not into guys with tattoos really. Wait, how…?"
"He was wearing a t shirt." Ginny wiggled her eyebrows as if implying there was something more going on. At this, Ron couldn't keep from butting into the conversation. He turned around, wearing a frown, as he considered the two girls.
"I saw him at the hospital wing. Don't ask why I was there, but he was too, and shite, he had a tattoo on his entire back. Isn't that gross?" He coughed, frowning more. "And these big ass scars on his chest, and more tattoos on his shoulder." He nodded, as if trying to convince the two girls that this was just something horrid. And grotesque. And stop talking about him already!
"Ooh," the two girls crooned together.
"What is it?" Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones looked over at Ginny, Ron, and Parvati, the two who had been on their way to visit Ginny, who they'd become somewhat close to over the summer.
"Ron saw Pyrennth minus a shirt," Ginny crooned, holding her face in her hands dramatically. Hannah and Susan both giggled, but being Hufflepuffs, neither said much more. However, they did blush before running off, most likely chatting to one another about this new found revelation.
"I'm jealous," Parvati sighed, throwing her hand back against her forehead, as if this were some wonderful thing which she'd missed out on (which, she had).
"Ugh, girls," Ron muttered before facing Harry and Ron.
"So, Ron," Hermione began.
"Are you already started on me about my NEWTs?" Ron asked. Hermione bit her lip, looking away.
"Don't bother Hermione dearest. They just don't understand." Abby appeared rather suddenly at Hermione's side.
"Ever so true, Abby darling," Hermione said. "Come, we shall go study," she said, with a pointed glare at Ron before flouncing away.
"That, we shall!" Abby almost made a grand exit, but she couldn't resist turning around and winking at Ron and Harry as the two left.
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