The original chapter 8 was completely different from this one, but then I changed the time table for his classes. Yes, I've sorted out a whole time table for first and second year, and the others are also planned.

I've expanded the universe quite a lot in this past month, and actually have some semblance of an idea where this story is going to go.

Chapter 9 is already written, due to it being the original 8.

Disclaimer- Yet again, I do not own the Harry Potter series. I'll probably stop with disclaimers, it's tedious to write them.


It turned out that they had a whole day of lessons with the Ravenclaws for their first day at Hogwarts, which Avior was completely fine with.

It was better than being stuck with the Mudbloods that made up the majority of Hufflepuff all day or bearing with the annoying attitudes of most Gryffindors, so staunchly light it made him feel sick. Both groups made his teeth grit and skin crawl at the thought of them.

He was seated with the rest of the Slytherin's and the Ravenclaws had decided to band together, but there wasn't an obvious split in the class. The Ravenclaw's had always tolerated them far better than the other Houses, due to sharing many of their ideals.

It had been a wise decision on the teachers' part to put the Ravenclaw's and Slytherin's together for DADA. With any other House, the Slytherin's were a nightmare to be around.

" Good morning everyone, I am Professor Merrythought, your DADA teacher as well as Head of Ravenclaw. Now, don't expect any favouritism from me, those from my house, I pride myself on being a fair Professor. Now, during the course of the year, I will be mainly focusing on the theoretical aspect of Defense against the Dark Arts, but not to worry, there will be a practical part to the lesson. I expect you all to do self-study, and not to fall behind in my class, otherwise, you will face the consequences." She frowned slightly, before moving on. " Over the year, we will be focusing on a few magical creatures: The werewolf, Imps, Ghosts, Hags, Gytrashes and Vampires. I will teach you about each creature for a few lessons, before moving on after having set an essay about the creature for you to hand in. The spells we will be reviewing are the Knockback Jinx, red sparkes spell, The Verdimillius Charm, duo and tria, the wand lighting charm, the smokescreen spell and the green sparkes spell. I do expect you to have learnt these by the end of the year, but not perfected them, as we will be reviewing most of them in second year." The professor smiled, waving her wand to the board, that quickly filled up with notes. "We will be starting with Imps, please copy down these notes, I will be asking questions on the creature in twenty minutes time."

With that, she plopped herself down at her desk, already having writing to mark from her older year students, content to let the first years handle themselves.

Avior sighed as he looked at the number of words on the board. He hated writing notes but was used to it by now. His grandmother had been ruthless in his handwriting lessons, punishing him for the slightest mistakes. Hesper Black was an uptight and cold woman who held affection for barely anyone. Luckily for himself, his grandmother seemed to include him on that little list of people she could tolerate, however, the same couldn't be said for the majority of his underage relatives. Although, she did have a soft spot for his youngest cousin, Cygnus, who had just turned five.

The students softly spoke to each other, wary of how loud they could talk during this lesson. Some teachers hated chatter, while others joined in with it. It appeared as though this professor was fine with it, to this extent at least.

" Hey, Avior." He heard whispered from his left. He turned his head slightly to catch sight of them while still peering at the board, not wanting to fall behind. He'd almost finished them anyway. The person who had called for him was none other than Casimir, who looked shaken and pale, shivering slightly. Avior fully turned his head, concerned at his friend's state. Casimir just smiled reassuringly. " The teacher's going to ask you a question that you have forgotten the answer to, I thought I'd save you from embarrassment. Remember, the use of the knockback jinx is how to put an Imp in a daze."

Avior was about to voice his thanks, but the teacher stood, asking for silence so that she could test them. " I hope that you all actually took in the information, instead of mindlessly copying it down. I will reward you house points for a correct answer, and will not take any away for a wrong for now, but I will begin to do so in future lessons. Victoria Pearson, in which countries could I find an imp?"

Said Ravenclaw looked startled for a moment before she pulled a thoughtful face. " The Imp species can only be found in Ireland and Britain in the wild, Professor."

" Correct, Miss Pearson. Five points to Ravenclaw." The woman smiled at the girl, before turning her attention to the Slytherin side of the room. " Archie Walker." The said boy sat up a little straighter, sending a worried look to his friend's. Avior subtly smiled at him, encouraging Archie. " What is the Imp species most well known for?"

" Their slapstick humour, Professor." He stammered out slightly, but it wasn't noticeable enough to be nitpicked on.

" Well done, five points to Slytherin." She didn't even grimace when handing out points to them, an oddity in the staff here. So, with that simple awarding of points, Professor Merrythought became a teacher that the first-year Slytherin's respected.

"Tiberius Barnett, what are the characteristics of an Imp?" She carried on, turning once more to her Ravenclaw's.

" Imps are six to eight inches in height, have grey skin, yellow eyes and are bald." The boy responded, showing no signs of anxiety.

" Five points to Ravenclaw. And Avior Black, what spell is used to dispatch an Imp?" Avior looked at her, steeling himself. He would normally have known the answer without Casimir's help, but his mind went blank for a couple of seconds. Casimir had to have expected this. He thanked him mentally, grateful that he was saved from making a fool out of himself- on his first day, no less.

"The Knockback Jinx, Professor." He answered as if his mind hadn't faulted, unease nowhere to be seen on his face.

" Five points to Slytherin. Thank you all for having actually read up on the books before the lesson. I hope to continue giving out points to you all for the rest of the year, with no reductions. Now, please turn to chapter 1, page 1 of 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' and read as far as you can into that chapter for the remainder of this first hour. In 20 minutes time, we will begin the basics of learning the knockback jinx, its incantation and wand movements. If I am satisfied with your progress, there is a possibility that we cast start casting the spell at the dummies."


Cries and shouts echoed around the classroom, some joyous while others conferred their owner's annoyance. The Professor scurried back and forth between these particular students, calming their ire and setting them on the correct path to accomplishment.

" Flipendo!" Avior cried out with a flick of his wrist, the yellow light hitting the dummy with great force. He grinned, proud that the dummy had been smashed into pieces.

" Mr Black, that was too much magic. You are trying to stun the Imp, not obliterate it. A Flipendo shouldn't even be able to accomplish that feat." His Professor chided tonelessly, to which he acknowledged by looking sheepish. She spelled the dummy back together again with a twist of her wand. "Try to limit how much magic you put into your wand. It may be a bit more difficult for you to learn control, given your large reserves, but training it will do the trick. You should perhaps invest in some meditation time." She smiled briefly, turning back to another student who still had yet to even produce any light.

Spinning back to his dummy, Avior turned his consciousness inwards, seeking out his magical core. This was the method his grandfather had taught him if he was having trouble limiting his magic use, although it would do little good in an actual duel to turn your attention away from your opponent. Tugging slightly at it, a small wisp of magic curled throughout his body, towards his wand. Once it had settled, he once more cried out. "Flipendo!" This time, it was knocked harshly backwards, but didn't explode. He cheered, happy to have finally cast the spell successfully after numerous attempts.

" 7 points to Slytherin, Mr Black, for a spell performed correctly. Well done."

Avior beamed along with his friends. They'd racked up quite a lot of points in this lesson, he hoped that it would make up for the points lost by Sullivan.

Speaking of Sullivan, he was huddled in a corner, furiously staring at his wand that refused to come to life. He looked up when he felt eyes on him, meeting Avior's stare head-on. He glared at him, pulling a smirk from the trio.

Ah, It appeared they'd made their first enemy. How exciting!


They were gathered in the common room later that night, called to sit with their elder siblings by the fire. They tried their hardest to ignore the stares aimed their way, filing the looks away for later.

There was something going on in Slytherin, and it centred around Tom Riddle and his group.

Avior sat gingerly at his cousin's side, watching the others warily. They paid him no mind, engaging each other in conversations as if they weren't even there. That suited Avior and his friend's just fine.

" Avi." Turais turned to him, eyes softened far more than any of the group had seen before, even more so than when he looked at his other relatives.

" Hm?" He hummed in reply, tilting his head in questioning. His cousin was lounged back on the sofa with his arm draped across the back. He'd just finished having a hushed conversation with Riddle, who sat on the chair next to him.

" How has your day been? I've heard through the grapevine that both your Potions class and Defence class were quite eventful. Mind sharing? The facts do get awfully butchered due to gossip." He simpered, grinning slightly as if he was only curious about his favourite cousins day. The others knew better though. Turais had murder in his eyes, rearing its ugly head at the slightest whiff of a slight against Avior.

" Oh, well, I'm pretty sure you've already heard about our Potions class, Professor Slughorn was quite angry at Sullivan for one of his comments-"

" One of? There were more?" He egged Avior to continue, which he happily did, failing to realise that he had just signed Sullivan's death warrant.

No at this time, of course, but it was inevitable that he would escape it in the future. Turais would do anything for his cousin. Even if the slight was only a small one, he would repay it tenfold.

Starting with isolation in the Slytherin house, something he could easily accomplish with his reputation.

It was amazing, to be feared by so many.

Not the ones he cared about though. Never Avior.

Never. He wanted to be forever be seen as a hero in his eyes, no matter what he had to do to keep it that way.

" Yeah, it was all stupid stuff though. He even tried to make fun of me for being a metamorphmagus, which is stupid. Why would I be ashamed of having a powerful gift? I think he'd overheard me and Casi discussing the new form I've learnt and decided to jump in." Turais hummed, showing that he was still listening. He was, but his mind was slightly preoccupied with imagining ways he could make Sullivan beg for forgiveness.

Tom watched on with interest as Turais tried to hide his ire from Avior.

" And what about Defense? Someone said that one of the first years had obliterated a dummy with an overpowered Flipendo. That wouldn't happen to be you, right?" He let an impish grin slide onto his features, perfectly covering the previously murderous look. Avior blushed, hair tinting pink. Turais laughed at this, ruffling his hair. " Oh, that's amazing, Avi! A Flipendo isn't even supposed to harm a person, not really, and you managed to shred the practice dummy? Haha!"

" I didn't mean to do that. The professor said that I need to work on my control more due to it, so it wasn't a good thing." Avior muttered petulantly, pouting at Turais' increased laughter.

" That means that you are powerful, Avior, it is nothing to be ashamed of." Came Riddle's surprising reply, sobering Turais immediately.

" Yeah, what Tom said. It'll only take you a little longer to learn a spell, but then you will be able to use it for longer than most. If you meditate regularly, your control will get better, and the rate you'll get things with fasten. It was the same with Tom." He spoke evenly, smiling at the relieved look on Avior's face.

He was glad that their first day was successful, if a bit eventful, but that didn't matter. He just hoped that he'd be able to keep him away from the inner workings of Slytherin for as long as possible, while still desensitising him to their presence.

He was now an important figure in Tom's plans to rule the wizarding world, and Turais was going to stay right beside him the whole time.