It had been a week since the arrival of one Dante. To say the least, the student were surprised the day after the arrival of Dante when they walked into the library.

FLASHBACK::
Ginny was being dragged down the hall to the library, on hermiones insistence, despite her loud protests.

"HERMY! We just got back to school! Its six in the morning!"

"Its your OWL year, Gin! You have to study. Today, we're gonna out line the chapter for Herbology..." She trailed off when she arrived to the open doors of the library. Ginny stumbled behind her and together they took in the sight in front of them.

"YOU CALLED ME ABIGALE SMITH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" It was a man unknown to them, plus one james. The man was fire a muggle gun at James, who was ducking behind the circular librarians desk. Pince was screeching loudly.

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that, Abby?" James asked, laughing. The man, in his rage, fired one good shot. It hit James's left arm. The man looked rather shocked that he actually hit james. James stood up.

Anger was clear on his features. He shot with his right hand, but it missed and only managed to scrape the other mans shoulder before collapsing.

"Oh, jeez Kid. Sorry, I didn't mean to." The man babbled, hoisting James up by the right arm.

"I should punch you in the face, you bastard." James smirked.

"Hospital wing, lets go. You two girls, libraries closed til seven." He told them sternly, and Hermione blushed. Busted.

"Ignoring what the hell just happened in there, YOU TRIED TO DRAG ME INTO THE LIBRARY AN HOUR BEFORE IT EVEN OPENS?!"

James and Dante were halfway down the hallway when they heard Ginny's shrieks, and they burst out laughing.

That's when james came up with his newest shirt slogan,

HELL HATH NO MERCY FOR THOSE WHO PISSED OFF A WEASLEY WOMAN

END FLASHBACK

James had been quickly fixed by an angry nurse. But the tale of the event had quickly permeated threw the school.

James was in the library, it was just after Easter break, reading up on some demons for Dante, sitting at the circular desk when Ginny and Hermione came in.

"Hey! James!" Ginny called, walking swiftly over, an odd look in her eyes.

"Yeah?"

"My brother-"She was cut off by Hermione.

"Is coming after you." James blinked.

"May I ask why?" James asked.

"Well, he heard about the incident last week. Everyones been saying you're the toughest kid in this school ever since the death eater incident, and now this? This is ruining his reputation/ego." Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"So he's going to beat you up to restore his manly pride." Hermione finished with a triumphant smirk. Dante popped up from his crouching position behind the desk.

"Jesus! He better not go after you, kid. I don't want him dead and you expelled." Dante said, and added as an after thought. "Like you did in Germany."

"Thou hath wounded be!" James cried loudly with a hand on his heart and fell backword so he landed behind the circular desk.

"I aint kiddin kid, you better not fight him." Dante said, and did a running jump over the circular desk. At James's questioning look, "I keep forgetting the password in and out of the desk, so I've resorted to this." Dante said in a mock remoursful voice.

James rolled his eye and flung himself over the desk top, landing on his feet.

"Speak of the devil." Hermione said loudly as Ron walked in. Ron scowled.

"I bet you think youre tough! I'd like to see you take me. I'm the most popular guy in school, im on the quidditch team, I'm the ministers son in January. You are-"

"Damean, High Appretice in the Apocolyptise Prevention society." Dante stuck in. James shot him an annoyed look. Ginny and Ron looked slightly confused at the reference, but Hermione's eyes widened.

"APS?" She asked quietly, eyes about saucer sized. Dante nodded, James rolled his eyes.

"So what! I can kick his ass any day! No one shows up Ronald Weasley." Ron said arrogantly. James sighed.

"I'm not going to fight you." James stated clearly before turning back to his book. Ron bristled and turned purple. He pulled out his wand.

James kicked him casually in the nuts. Ron fell over side ways, eyes crossing slightly. James never looked up from his book. He sighed and nodded, walking towards Dante and closing the book.

"Why are you taking out a potions text? I thought you were brilliant." Dante asked, ignoring the two girls gaping at Ron, who was rolling around on the floor in pain. Dante was acting as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Um.. well, you see, Dante. I am... a Remedial Potions Proffesor." James said as dante checked the book out for him. Dante raised slowly and met his eyes, bristling with pride.

He sniffed slightly and handed back the book. James rolled his eyes. Dante was about to say something about that it was good he was a professor when the doors burst open.

James's eyes widened and Dante looked about ready to pee himself.

"MANDY! TOM! HOUSTON! TRISTIN!" James exclaimed and flung himself at them, hugging them each in turn. "I'm glad you two are alright." James said, addressing Tristin and Houston. "Congrats, Tom, Mandy. I'm glad you people finally got a damned clue."

"Even you knew? Damned, kid. We are always the last to know." Tom said, shaking his head. Mandy broke in.

"Oh, I think we both knew. We are just the stubbornest people on the whole fuckin world." She trailed off and they began to bicker. The rest of the group shared a look.

'Just like an old married couple.'

"I'm fine, Damean. Thanks for asking. We could have used you in the show down, though." Houston said.

"And how are you, Trist? You ok?" Dante cut in. The two chated and Houston took James off to one side.

"Germany, eh?" Houston inquired quietly.

"Yeah. I made it threw. Vienna, that kinda shit." James said casually. Out of the group, besides Dante, Houston and James were the closest friends.

"Yeah." He said.

"I'm sorry you got smashed up. Everything all right in there?" James asked, ruffling the mans hair up. Houston laughed.

"Yeah, kid. Everythings great.''

James flicked his wrist and his shirt now read:

THE FUCKERS FINALLY GOT A CLUE

A FEW HOURS LATER

"that's all for today, class. Um.. I think we should have this class next year, too. You know, I'm not saying your awful, I just think it would be best to keep up in the NEWT year classes." James said kindly, addressing the class.

"Sure thing, Professor." Neville agreed. The class nodded in agreement.

Neville had shown the most improvement in potions, which made sense since he was the worst in the class. James was sworn not to reveal it early, but Neville as going to end sixth year as the highest GPA in Potions.

Draco Malfoy, who turned out to be a great person once James got to know him, was going to be the second highest.

The rest of the entire class was in the top twenty for potions.

James smirked at the memory of a particular funny moment with his dearest potions professor.

FLASH BACK

Snape strode in front of the desk where James sat, tapping his finger on his chin in thought. He suddenly whirled around stared at james accusingly, who leaned back in his chair, alarmed.

Snape shoved a paper at him forcefully and angrily. James gulped and looked down at the paper. It read;

Agri, Jesey - Outstanding

Boton, Alex- Outstanding

Figg, Arabella Jr.- Outstanding

Longbottom, Neville- Outstanding, plus three extra credits

Smith, Zacharia- E-boderline-O

Weasley, Ginerva- Outstanding


Weasley, Ronald- E

James's eyebrows shot up. "wow" He said softly.

"ALL OF THESE STUDENTS WERE EITHER FAILING OR CLOSE TO IT BEFORE THEY WERE FORCED INTO THIS CLASS!!!" Snape raged, then stopped. He smiled a true smile at James. "You are truly remarkable at this, Mr. Evans." He stated, grinning and shaking his head.