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Behind Closed Doors
Prologue / Chapter One
He fidgeted in his seat, swaying side to side uncomfortably. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead, slid down the side of his cheek, and dropped off his chin and onto his lap. His night sky black locks of hair covered his spectacled concealed ravishing emerald eyes, as he nervously dashed looks around the haunting poorly lit room full of people who all had their hands raised in the air.
He stared at them, listening intently for any signs of objections. He chocked slightly, feeling as if his throat were burning in a raging fire. His insides were dancing, jolting and making low grumbling noises that awkwardly echoed in the silent room. His forehead creased as his eyebrows moved inward and his mouth titled downwards- making a frown of utter disbelief and regret. He had to get a hold of himself, he mentally noted as he bit his lower trembling lip.
All he could feel was regret running up and down his spine, in his chest, and in his manhood that was to blame. Afterall, if it weren't for him and his member he wouldn't be in this kind of position. He gulped, half wanting to start screaming and half wanting to sit there and wait until his fate was decided. Everything he had worked so hard for was gone. His sanity, his job, his friends. What is the purpose of living when no one trusted him anymore? What is the purpose of living when you can't even trust yourself?
(One year before)
Harry shot upright, clutching his prickling scar as he leaned his back against his beds headboard. It'd been ages since his scar had shown any sign of pain, why had it suddenly started now?
"It's only my nerves," Harry said aloud as he glanced at the clock that sat across the room. "6:20," he sighed as he slid his glasses on, bridging it up his nose lazily and adjusting it so that it wouldn't slide back down.
It was his first year, the first year he would be teaching and not busy running all of the country looking for criminals to turn into Azkaban. That was Harry, the top Auror around and he loved his job, how he ended up as a teacher was another story. Harry unwillingly swept the sheets off of him and tossed his feet off the bed.
He had no problem with teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. A matter of fact it would seem easy in comparison to his usual day to day Auror business. The only downside of the matter would definitely have to be dealing with Snape all over again and annoying kids that wouldn't take anything he said seriously. Immediately thought of Fred and George Weasley and actually ended up retrieving world wide wizarding status with the joke shop they had been planning.
Harry stood up and went to his restroom, picked up his wand from the sinks counter, muttered litencio, and the room illuminated as if he had just flicked on the lights with a switch.
He looked at his complexion momentarily, watching his deep intense green eyes stare back at him behind his glasses with an expression of drowsiness. His thunder bolted shaped scar was hidden under his thick locks of black hair that was wildly shooting out in all directions. He didn't look like Gilderoy Lockhart but it was enough to start off the day, and he was extremely thankful he didn't look like that bloke of a man.
"Good morning to you too professor!!! I see you can't even say hello anymore! Well I'm doing perfectly fine… barely managing to look at all the ugly faces that stare at me everyday," a voice boomed in the bathroom.
Harry laughed slightly as he scrubbed his teeth with a whitening wand and cleansed his mouth with a glass of water.
"I'm so sorry, my apologizes," Harry muttered sarcastically to the talking mirror in front of him.
"So would you like to know who is the most fairest man of them all?" Magestio, the talking mirror before him asked, purposely fogging itself so that Harry wouldn't be able to see his reflection.
"No, no not really. I think I'll manage without you and you're on going lectures on who was the prettiest face you've seen in your hundreds of years of living," Harry scoffed as he snapped his fingers, making the light go out.
"Finally saving yourself some embarrassment I see," Harry could hear Magestio grumbled to himself as he closed the door.
There was a loud couple of bangs at the door and Harry darted towards it quickly, swinging the door hastily open.
A grave expression with pursed lips and a pointy black hat…
"Oh, good morning Professor McGonagall. Isn't it such a beautiful morning today?" Harry mumbled nervously.
"You as both I, know well that you haven't even looked outside," Professor McGonagall said as she looked over at his closed shades that were tightly shut and continued," I'm here to tell you that we were all very disappointed in having you not arrive at all for the Sorting Hat ceremony. Your first class will be in two hours so please put on some clothes and look decent for once. Dumbledore is extremely fragile and cannot undergo large amounts of stress so please be considerate and help us all out on the matter".
Professor McGonagall nodded her head dismissively and closed the door. Looking at her face brought back memories Harry had long forgotten, it actually felt good to be back.
Harry stood in front of the class, watching eyes dart back and forth and students whispering amongst each other loudly.
"I want everyone quiet and if you speak while I am speaking, expect for you to have a months worth of detention with me everyday!!" Shouted a familiar voice from the entrance of the classroom.
Snape…Harry cringed slightly.
"Professor Potter is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. If he would finally learn how to get to places on time you would have known about this during the sorting ceremony. However, that is everything but the point I'm trying to make. I'm here to tell you all that you must keep your voices down. Professor Dumbledore is ill and we are trying to avoid him from getting stressed in any possible way. Listen to Professor Potter and take this class seriously, we are in danger. I suggest you let everything you learn in this class sink in".
Harry was taken aback; the school being in danger was news to him. He probably should've actually come to the meetings during the summer.
"Longbottom!! Detention!! I said NO speaking. However I wasn't expecting you to understand what no talking actually meant. No foolish wand waving, silly incantations, and for once in your life Hermoine Granger- keep out of everyone's business!" Snape snapped, snatching a note that a bushy haired girl was passing over the person beside her.
"Good day Potter," Snape snarled as he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door brusquely. Some way to keep people from undergoing stress, Harry thought to himself.
There was a long pause of silence as the class stared at his scar while he took role. The names he was calling out seemed to be going through one of everyone's ear and going out the other as they each said they were present once called upon.
"So, now that that brute is out and away of my classroom I think we can all breathe and have a little chat." He could hear murmurs of agreement and sighs of relief as everyone's attention broke free of his scare.
"Let's see… I'm not used to this teaching thing as you all know but let me throw out a random question. What do you get when you send out a Suruaset Curse and then enchant the object with an Enchantment Charm?"
One girls hand darted in the air as the rest of the class's hands remained neatly folded on top of their desks. Time seemed to stop and nothing could be seen but that girl.
He stared at her, mouth slightly opened, and his heart beating softly. Her cascade of bushy hair and what seemed to be a flawless face captivated him as nothing seemed to matter any more.
"Yes?" Harry managed to say, zoning back to the class that seemed to have wondered where had gone.
"After a Suruaset Curse is conjured your opponent or object will have all its insides frozen and--," the girl began but then was interrupted by Harry and his dreamy voice that made him sound as if he were lost in thought.
"Perfect, exactly correct. What was your name again?"
"But Professor I didn't even finish my answer," the girl said, obviously disappointed that she wasn't able to show off what she knew about the topic.
"It really doesn't matter. Your name, again?"
"Hermoine Granger," Hermoine said, combing a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Well, Ms. Granger you have just earned…Gryffindor is it? Yes, Gryffindor has just earned fifteen points for your excellent performance." Harry smirked as he waved his wand at the board and the objectives for the course appeared on the board.
"F-f-fifteen? But I didn't even finish answering," Hermoine stammered. The class all scoffed, telling her to stay quiet and not complain.
"Since this is a N.E.W.T class you should all be expecting projects after projects after projects to be due every week. Today's assignment is two rolls of parchment on comparing and contrasting the Suruaset Curse and an Enchantment Charm. Due first thing tomorrow". Harry slouched on his chair, took a sip of his brandy, and stretched his back momentarily.
Hermoine beamed as everyone tensed in their chairs, already hating the school year. Harry looked at the class, some students all prepared to start protesting on the sudden assignment the first day of school.
"No, I'm only kidding". Harry laughed and a few relieved chuckles followed but Hermoine frowned and began writing the essay in her notebook whether it were due or not.
"Professor, is it okay if…if I look at your scar? Up close I mean."
Harry looked over at a tall and skinny boy with flaming red hair and an ocean of freckles sprinkled in all directions on his face. The class, all interested, waited for Harry to answer.
"I guess that would be okay," Harry said awkwardly as the boy stood up from his sit and walked over to him. Harry lifted his locks of hair from his forehead to reveal the scar that the boy gaped at in shock as he traced the scar using his finger.
"That is so wicked!! I'm Ronald Weasley! You went to school with my brothers!!" Ron smiled coyly.
Before Harry could say anything back Hermoine treaded to the front desk, elbowed Ron out of her way, and looked Harry dead in the eye- staring into his shimmering eyes as she blushed.
"Professor, can I talk to you after class? It's about extra credit."
Harry nodded. This was going to be a great year.
That's the end of the prologue/chapter one. That was a double jammy for you guys. Anyways, this story is not some senseless perverted story that has no morals behind it. It's a mixture of all genres and focuses on how it feels to be different and lost and alone in the world. And a note- my friend Rena5 is co-writing this. Please review because its very much appreciated and with your comments, this story will be better. Thanks!
