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Chapter 9

"Harry wake up!" Yelled Ron.

No response.

"Harry wake up!" Ron yelled again.

No response again.

"BLOODY HELL HARRY, WAKE UP!"

Still no response.

In panic Ron conjured a bucket full of water and poured it to Harry. However, He didn't wake up. Now Ron was officially freaked. He slapped him across the face and yelled him to wake up again.

Finally Harry opened his eyes and looked down.

"Morning Ron. Why am I wet?"

"I poured some water on you."

Harry looked up at his best friend.

"Why on earth did you do that?"

"Because you didn't wake up when I yelled myself nuts."

Ron and Harry made their way to breakfast to Hermione and Ginny. Harry allowed himself a quick glance over to the Ravenclaw table. Luna looked brighter than she usually did. She was chatting happily with Cho and Cho looked at her with a very surprised expression. Harry guessed Luna looked more like an 'average' teenager right now. Cho looked up and Harry quickly turned away, but it was too late. She noticed and started giggling. Oh great, just what he needed - Another girl hallucinating of being Harry's crush.

The breakfast was over and Harry looked at his timetable. Double DADA, double Transfigurations and finally Potions. Hermione's was the same, except she had Ancient Runes after Potions. Ron had the same too, but he had Divination instead of Potions ('I still can't believe I'm still taking that' Ron said to no one particular). The trio made their way out of the great hall but before they could, Harry spot Luna nearby. He told Hermione and Ron to wait and went over to her.

"Luna" he whispered.

"Oh hi Harry. Aren't we supposed to go to class?" She responded loudly.

"Yes, but I have to tell you before I forget. You can't come with me tonight." (PS: he's still whispering).

"Why not?" (Still out loud).

"Because I'll go to the… other one instead. That place is literally depressing. I'll talk to you about it late, ok?"

Luna was silent for a second.

"Sure, I'll see you later then. Bye Harry."

"See you."

Harry returned to his friends while Luna continued exiting the great hall.

"What was that all about Harry?" asked Hermione.

"I'll tell you later, ok? It's a bit too risky to talk about it here. And no, Hermione, it isn't anything illegal. Well, sort of."

They made it to the DADA class. And the lesson began when Professor Flow came in. Her black robe was flowing behind her, similarly to Snape. Harry was almost certain she was related to his Potions master now. That was until the first class was over. In turned out that she really reminded of Snape at first, but after ten minutes with studying under her teaching, Harry was really sure she's related to McGonagall instead. Still Harry found something odd about her; he just couldn't figure it out what. Or why he thought that way.

Professor Flow was (much to Harry's surprise and delight) teaching them sword fighting. Of course Malfoy had snorted and muttered something about how ridiculous it was. She had, of course, responded by saying if someone was smart enough to reflect a spell you had cast; you better know how to surprise your enemy. After that she sent a smirk at Harry's way who had a real trouble (along with Ron and Hermione) staying neutral.

"Now that Malfoy has wisely chosen to shut up, is there anyone who knows even a tiny bit about sword or dagger fighting?" She asked while sending a very venomous glance at Malfoy.

No one did a thing or said anything.

"No one?" She asked being very hurt about having to teach a whole bunch of amateurs and having no help.

"I do." Harry finally said.

Everybody, including Ron and Hermione, turned to look at him in disbelief.

"Really? What do you know about it then?"

"Not really much about non practical stuff. Neither do I know much about daggers but I'm not exactly experience less about swords."

"Excellent. Would you like to find out how good you are, Potter?"

"You mean you want to duel me?"

"Of course."

"I'm okay with it I guess, but I can't guarantee your satisfaction on my knowledge."

"I'm really okay with it. Seeing you're the only one who actually knows how to hold a sword."

Harry got up and Professor Flow gave him a sword.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

Harry looked at the sword and laughed.

"Is this a test, Professor? Because even wood could break this sword here."

She smiled. She really was getting more and more impressed about the boy every second.

"10 points to Gryffindor! That was exactly the response I was hoping to get. Here, is this one better?"

She threw him another sword and Harry caught it. Neatly.

"Yeah this one's much better."

They faced each other and got ready.

And both were completely oblivious to the fact, that the whole class was staring at them.

She attacked first. Deciding to take it easy at first, she gave him a light blow, which he easily blocked. He went next and gave her a light blow. She blocked it easily too, but again she was impressed. For a sixteen year old, he definitely was a little too strong. They fought for another five minutes easily until they really started to show their little tricks. Another five minutes and Professor flow was caught completely off guard by Harry because he jumped over her head and placed the tip of his sword on her neck. She dropped her sword and raised her hands. He then removed his sword and she turned around.

"I'm impressed young Gryffindor. Where did you learn that last one?"

"From Godric Gryffindor."

She looked at him as if he's gone bonkers.

"Er, I mean it was his favorite move of surprising his enemies. And I uh, I read a book about the founders of Hogwarts and it said it was his favorite move, so I more or less learned it from him."

She seemed to be satisfied.

"Good. You may return to your seat. Oh and 50 points to Gryffindor, for being the first one ever to defeat me in 6 years."

"But of course you weren't too vigilant. I'm still only a sixteen year old student after all."

"Yes and that's good because the best way to defeat your enemy is to make him or her underestimate you."

Harry smiled and returned to his seat. It has really been a cheerful morning this lovely day because the 50 points he received gave the Gryffindor house lead in the house cup race (how else am I supposed to call it? please somebody tell me). But there's no reason to celebrate yet. They still had Potions.

Transfigurations went well enough. Heck it went VERY oddly. They started their human transfigurations. No not transfigure other people but yourself. The first lesson they learned the Ani-revelus charm. It was supposed to show what your Animagus form was. At the end of the second class, they cast the spell one by one on their selves. Malfoy's form was (everybody laughed at that one) a ferret. Ron's animal was a fox, Hermione's a fox also, Neville' was an enormous sun bear. Finally it was Harry's turn. He cast the charm on himself, but nothing happened. Oddly Professor McGonagall wasn't mad about it.

"Try again Potter. Your animal must be magical. Magical creatures never appear on first try."

So Harry did and the result knocked the air out of everyone. It was a Hungarian Horntail.

"Oh my! A DRAGON! That… that has never ever happened before."

"Truth to be told Professor, I'm equally amazed. A dragon? Me?"

Harry was really amazed about his form, but had no idea what to say when the little figure of a Hungarian Horntail in front of him turned into a winged horse. A Pegasus.

"Potter!" Shouted McGonagall "You have two animals! And both are magical!"

A second later, the Pegasus disappeared.

The lesson ended with McGonagall being so speechless, she forgot to give homework and that was saying something. Potions was a torture as usual, with Snape terrorizing the gryffindors and Malfoy throwing small ingredients into Harry and Hermione's cauldron. Typical.

Eventually the classes ended and Ron went to kitchen with Hermione. They invited Harry too but he declined, because he wanted to keep the two together alone as much as he could because they had a thing for each other but they were too stupid to notice the simple fact.

Harry made his way towards the Gryffindor tower when he felt someone push him to a broomstick cupboard nearby. He was confused about what happened until she spoke.

"Put up the privacy charms. We don't want to get interrupted now do we?"

"Cho?"

"Well, obviously. Who else would you pull into a broomstick cupboard for a little snog?"

"I didn't pull you. You pulled me! And… I er, I really don't think we should do this."

"Why not? I saw you looking at me at breakfast. I know you still want me…"

"Cho please. We're just not meant to be. We could never work it out."

"Why do you say that? You did like me last year."

"Yeah I did. But like you said, it was last year."

Cho broke into tears and ran away.

"Cho…" Harry started but it was too late.

"I'll show him…" She muttered to herself "Oh I'm going to make him regret it. I'm so going to make him crawl in front of me, begging my forgiveness…"

Harry rushed to the Gryffindor tower. He climbed to bed and placed the privacy charms. He really needed something to keep his mind off of Cho. He closed his eyes and traveled to Dark Dimension.

A/N: (makes a Cho voodoo doll, and begins to stick pins in it)