A/N: Dun dun dun… the first DADA class… I've never really established a year, and I'd kinda wanted to avoid that but I don't think I can do that without clearing some things up first. After much consideration, I've decided to kinda recreate the fourth year. Triwizard tournament? I have no idea yet. Mention of Voldemort coming back? Most likely. I just want to take a moment to remind everyone that this is from the point of view of Parvati Patil: she's not the most politically aware individual. I mean, she's probably more afraid of Voldemort's lack of fashion sense that his murderous nature. I think the rest of my argument is self explanatory. Nevertheless, I'll still implement some elements from Book 4. Ok and now to the story….

After lunch the group grabbed their bags and left the hospital wing to their first DADA class.

"Who do you reckon is the new DADA teacher? I didn't see anyone new at the feast and the DADA teacher chair was empty." Said Harry inquiringly. Lavender shrugged distractedly, directing all of her attention to Ron.

"Well let's hurry up and find out." Said Hermione fervently, glancing quickly at Lavender and Ron before picking up her pace. Thankfully, moments after Hermione's statement, they approached the room. As they entered, Parvati and Lavender found two seats to sit together while Ron, Hermione and Harry all moved to the front; on Hermione's insistence. Parvati saw Lavender bite her lip, almost in regret that she couldn't sit near Ron.

As the last bell rang and everyone focused their attention to the front of the room. They saw a figure emerge from the shadows; a man in his mid- forties who was slightly balding and yet… his periwinkle blue eyes gave away to a young- boyish personality. He wore quiet navy blue uniform- like robes and carried a thick book almost as if to remind himself of his age.

"My name is Professor Imitz," he said in an almost suppressed hilarity. Astonished, some of the students exchanged glances; uncertain of what had caused this obvious happiness of their new teacher. Hermione, on the other hand, looked absolutely appalled, trying to disguise it by turning to the first page of the book. The professor seemed almost as if he were thrown off. And yet, all credit to him: his smile never wavered. Ignoring her all the same, he pulled out his wand and tapped the chalkboard before continuing,

"I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this term and I hope we can cover a lot of material." The happiness in his voice quieted down, giving way to what seemed a perfectly memorized speech of monotone. Nevertheless, he plowed on, his words almost synchronizing with the bullet points written on the board. "I have created a fitting curriculum that will be very helpful, seeing as you all will be continuing on to your O.W.L.s next year. The class simultaneously groaned and their new teacher looked away from his notes, grinning in what seemed his trademark smile.

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"Well, well, well," Snape's voice could be heard clearly from the back of the room, where he had just finished banging the door shut. "I trust you have all completed your first assignment?" he continued on:

"Take it out…" There was a rustle of paper momentarily and then; "Accio!" The dozen papers flew into his hands. Then, walking over to a hard- backed chair near the fireplace, he sat down lazily with the papers still in hand. Despite this rather unpredictable turn of events, he predictably extracted Harry Potter's paper out first. His cold eyes glittering, he read the first sentence to the class.

"'What Ms. Brown did wrong in class today was that she forgot to follow the directions, the part that said…'" Snape stopped abruptly. "Zero Potter, obviously you do not realize the importance of grammar in essays." He threw the paper in the fire, surveying Harry with a look of pure loathing, daring him to say or do something to lose his house some points. Harry pointedly stared back until finally Snape turned his attention to his next victim's paper. The next paper to come out of the pile was Lavender's. He took a short glance at her lightly scented pink paper and tossed it the paper into the fire without much further ado.

"Zero, Ms. Brown." His voice seemed to ring throughout the class. Parvati glanced at Lavender to see her face reddening and the beginning glimmer of tears. Shortly afterward, Ron's, Neville's, Paravti's and (without hesitation, it seemed) Hermione's papers all followed Harry's and Lavender's. The class ended with Snape taking away 50 points from Gryffindor 'for a sloppy job on the essays' and Malfoy jeering at the subdued Gryffindors with the rest of his cronies.

A/N: Sorry for the particular short chapter. I've been working on a short one- shot but I'm still unsure of it. I'll give the updates as I get them. Please review?

Notice: Yes, I redid this chapter. I made such tiny corrections that you don't need to reread this chapter. I just changed it to year 4, because some details didn't make sense. Thanks to attentive reviewers!