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Harry Potter and the Sorcerers' Siblings
Chapter One: What? Who's the New Professor?
Sitting in the last compartment of the Hogwarts Express was the golden trio. Harry was feeling depressed and guilty, blaming himself for the death of his only godfather. He had plenty of time to wallow in his own self-guilty during the summer, but now that he was back with his friends. They wouldn't let him, and convince Harry that he wasn't to blame.
"C'mon Harry," said Hermione. "You know it's not your fault. You couldn't have predicted what would happen."
"Yeah, she's right mate," said Ron. "Would you stop thinking it's your fault?"
Harry thought for a moment, and replied "I guess so. I mean Hermione's right. She usually is. But right now I'm more worry about the upcoming war with Voldemort. Last year, I got Snape mad by looking into his memories. So I haven't learned Occlumency as well as I should." He sighed. "I'm beginning to regret what I did, but I don't think Snape would be willing to teach me. I mean, he didn't teach me for the rest of last year. So I have to learn it by myself."
Harry had paused at this point, and Hermione edged in, "Don't worry Harry. We'll help you."
"Whaa-t?" Ron said, before being elbowed by Hermione. "Oh, right. Don't worry mate, me and 'mione will help you out as best as we can."
"Thanks guys. I have to be concentrating on my studies, so Ron, as you already know. You have been made captain of the Quidditch. I'll still be playing of course, but I have other duties also," Harry took a breath. "So, I guess that's all I've planned. We'll just make it up as we go along; after all I've been lucky so far. Let just hope our luck hasn't run out yet."
After a momentary silence, "Ok, guys, let's get changed. We're almost there," ordered Hermione. They changed into their robes.
"Say, wonder who the new DADA is?" wondered Ron out loud.
"Dunno," said Harry.
Hermione frowned, "I hope Professor Dumbledore didn't choose another weird teacher. After all, the other DADA professors were simply not adequate."
"Yeah, the only good one was Lupin," exclaimed Ron.
"Yeah," said Harry wistfully. "He was the only good one and the last of the Marauders.'
Hermione and Ron silently contemplate this, they finished dressing. When the train stopped they head out to the carriages, which would lead them up to the school.
The Great Hall
Harry, Hermione, and Ron was sitting at the Gryffindor table, awaiting the start of the year speech by Professor Dumbledore, the first years were still being sorted. They were looking at the High Table, trying to see if anyone was new, but all the teachers, that were there, was the same ones from last year. Harry had a sudden thought, "You don't think that Snape finally succeed and gain the position of DADA, do you?" He asked worriedly. He didn't think he could learn with Snape breathing down his back like in Potions class.
"No, I don't think Professor Dumbledore would allow something like that," said Hermione.
"I dunno. Dumbledore can be pretty cuckoo at times," said Ron.
"I certainly hope not. I'm sure the DADA professor is just late," said Hermione. "If that's the case, then we probably won't see him or her till tomorrow."
"I guess," said Harry, who was starting to feel like his usual self.
"Hush, quiet now, Professor Dumbledore's making his speech," hissed Hermione.
The trio looked up and listens to what Headmaster Dumbledore was saying.
"Ah, welcome, welcome. Here we are at yet the start of another school year. Old and new students have arrived and I hope you have had a safe arrival. Once again, Filch wants to remind us that the Forbidden Forest is off limits and that no magic are to be used in the corridors," Dumbledore turned more serious. "As you all know, Voldemort," at this point gasps were heard. Dumbledore continued, not at all affected by the interruption, "has come back. Though, whether you believe it or not is another matter. But I will continue to assure you that Voldemort has indeed come back and that we are on the verge of war. You have received a list along with your Hogwarts letter stating the new precautions that will be taken place. And now for our…"
The door of the great hall swing open and the wind echo an eerie, screechy sound. It appeared that sometime during the speech it had started raining. A flash of lighting and a roll of thunder reveal the shadow of a cloaked figure. The whole hall watch in silent, as the shadow of the figure approached closer. Waiting in anticipating of what was to come, the inhabitants of the hall unconsciously held their breath. The clocked person stepped into the light of the great hall. The figure was clothed in a brown cloak with the head up, they couldn't tell whatever the person was a guy or a girl. The figure slowly lifted up their hand and threw back the hood, revealing the face of a feminine looking man. He took off his clock, showing off the clothes beneath. He wore a royal blue robe with yellow stars. Folding up his cloak, vanished it away, he walk up to the High Table.
After seating himself, with everyone's eyes still train upon him, the Headmaster spoke." Ah, yes. That was my next order of business. Everyone please welcome your new DADA professor, Professor Max Hawkins."
No one was clapping, as they now fully took in the sight of the new professor. Professor Hawkins was young; he was fifteen, as it appeared, with a long black braid thrown over his shoulders, and cheerful violet eyes. Malfoy broke the silence shouting, "You can't be serious. He's looks very young. He can't possibly be older enough to teach us." Malfoy's arrogance showed, but also awaking everyone to their senses. Everyone was soon exclaiming and yelling at the turn of events, it had turn into an out roar of disbelief.
Dumbledore waited, and held up his hand. But still they did not silence. Dumbledore then proceed to magnify his voice and announced, "If you would all be quiet, I could explain. I'm waiting." Presently, they all stopped screaming and yelling. "Now that I have your attention, I will explain why I have hired such a young professor. Although he is age fifteen, Professor Hawkins is quite capable of teaching you. I'm sure all of you have heard of sorcerers and sorceress." After seeing a few nods, he proceeds. "Well, Professor Hawkins is a sorcerer and being such he has twice the training than you learn in a year. Admittedly he is a low level sorcerer, he is a sorcerer none the less, and I hope all of you treat him with respect." Not at all fazed by the half-truths he was telling out of respect to Professor Hawkins.
"Thus, he has more knowledge than most professors at this school. I have hired Professor Hawkins because he is one of the few sorcerers who are willing to teach their type of magic to witches and wizards. Most sorcerers and sorceress would not be willing to be in contact with us and preferred working alone. We are indeed lucky to have him here. While I know that the sixths and seventh years are older than Professor Max. He is still more knowledgeable about defense against the dark arts. I'd trust you will pay him the same amount of respect as any other professor here at this school.
"I have explained as much as I feel was necessary. If you have any more questions, you may ask any members of the Hogwarts staff, including Professor Hawkins. I have said my piece, and now let the feast begin," he declared.
The food appeared on the golden plates, delighting the first years and everyone dug in, suddenly realizing their hunger. Slowly, but surely, the chattering resumed. The trio sitting at their table and eating began to discuss what had just happen.
"Well, that make perfectly good sense now," said Hermione. "I've read up plenty about sorcerer and sorceress and what Professor Dumbledore is saying is true."
"I've heard 'bout them too, from mum," Ron said, his mouth stuffed with food. "I'm just surprised that he is really young."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
Taking a swig of pumpkin juice, Ron answered "From, what I'd heard 'round. Most sorcerer and sorceress take years and years to become even a low level class. The fact he is really young and already a low class sorcerer is surprising."
Hermione tapped her chin thoughtfully, "In that case, it could very well indicate he is really powerful and not one to mess around with. Sill it's odd to have a sorcerer teach us though, but whatever he's teaching is bound to be interesting."
The desert started to appear. Harry took a treacle tart and took a bite, "This professor could very well teach me the skills I'd need to defeat Voldemort." The trio looked up and watched Professor Hawkins eating and chatting with the other professors. He certainly didn't look out of place. Perhaps, he was going to better than the other DADA professors. After Dumbledore dismissed them and they had finally lied in their dormitories. With Ron snoring in the bed next to him, Harry thought perhaps, this year would be ok. The future was looking very bright and he was off to a new start; Plans are about to be underway, and I'm going to train hard. I'm going to avenge my parents' death, Cedric, and all those who die. I will, that I promise, as Harry yawned and fell into a peaceful sleep.