As soon as Harry walks in the classroom, the air becomes lifted from his body. He freezes, confused and angry. At the front of the class stands Lucius Malfoy, smirking. No, it can't be, his eyes must be playing tricks on him. What could he be doing here? Wait, could he be..? No, it's impossible. But the girls did say that the new professor was blonde...Lucius looks at Harry, staring back at him. "Potter." He says, his voice coated in anger. Harry seethes with pure rage. "YOU!" Harry yells. Lucius smirks evily. "You may take your seat, Potter." He says firmly. "YOU'RE A DEATH EATER! HOW DARE YOU STAND UP THERE, TELLING ME TO TAKE MY SEAT? WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS PROFESSOR FLITWICK?" Harry yells, brimming with anger so much that his head began to hurt, the veins in his temple throbbing. Ron jolts up from his chair. "I'm with harry! Dumbledore would never let you teach here!" Lucius looks pleased, even a bit proud. "You are Arthur Weasley's son, no doubt? Red hair, vacant expression... you would do well to keep your mouth shut in my class." He turned his attention back to Harry. "Now, Potter, is that any way to speak to a professor? Let's make that...fifty points from griffindor. And another fifty, for your little friend over there. Detention all week. Now sit down, before I have to do anything else." Harry didn't care anymore. He wasn't going to do what Lucius Malfoy said, and he wasn't going to accept him teaching here. "WHAT DOES VOLDEMORT THINK OF YOU BEING HERE, HM? YOUR MASTER?" Lucius snarls angrily. "You dare speak his name, boy? Such... accusations. 500 points from Griffindor. You'll shut up if you know what's good for you, potter." Lucius smiles wickedly. "Voldemort thinks nothing of me teaching here. Because Voldemort.. Is not back. Your mother killed him using her love, don't you remember?" He laughs coldly and evilly. "SHOW US YOUR ARM, THEN. YOU HAVE THE DARK MARK, AND SO DOES YOUR SON!" Harry screams. Draco stands. "HOW DARE YOU, POTTER?" He yells. Lucius looks at him coldly. "Son. Sit down. Now." Draco winces and plops back into his chair. "Well, well, well, Potter. Maybe the accusations of your insanity were correct. 600 points from Griffindor for your incompetent accusations. And.." he waves his wand. "Silencio." He mutters. "Now, I would emplore you to take your seat." Harry tries to protest, but his vocal cords seem restricted, his mouth unable to form words. He sits down, utterly defeated, in complete disbelief. This must be some kind of mistake, no one would stand for this, it was wrong, completely, utterly wrong. There was a few seconds of silence where everyone stared at Harry. He could tell they were thinking that he was completely insane. After this, Umbridge may just expel him. And now he has detention with Umbridge, and Lucius Malfoy. He couldn't think of a worse combination. It couldn't be true. "Well, now that's sorted out.." Lucius's slow voice rings through the silence, and is met with laughs and praises from the slytherins. He nods, and stands proudly, full of triumph. "I, as you may have already guessed, am your new charms proffessor. I am sad to say that proffessor flitwick has, of course, been fired. But I, Lucius Malfoy, have kindly stepped up to the position. You may call me Proffessor. That goes for you, too, Draco." He shoots his soon a look. Draco blushes, embarrassed. "Yes, father." He snaps. Lucius raises one eyebrow and stares Draco down. "I-i mean, yes, professor." Draco stutters. Lucius smirks. A few griffindors laugh quietly. Lucius quickly abandons his look of triumph and glares at them murderously, threateningly, as if they were nothing but grime on the bottom of his shoe. They immediately stop. "Well, now, let's begin our lesson, shall we?" The rest of the lesson passes quickly, with most of the griffindors not paying any attention, and the slytherins taking more notes and listening more intently than Harry thought they ever had in their lives. Harry noticed Lucius's frequent hair flips, whippng his blonde hair out of his face whenever he could, and his clearly sassy demeanor. Like a white, evil, venomous snake wearing a wig. Harry was still lost in thoughts of hate and denial. What would McGonagall say? Any of the sane teachers? Of course, Proffessor Snape would be pleased, another of his side, working at hogwarts. I bet they're friends, harry though. They're probably going to discuss plans as soon as they get the chance. Or maybe they'd report back to the dark lord, telling him of all the information they'd gathered... as soon as it was time to go to the next class, Harry bolted up in his chair and practically ran from the classroom, desperate to escape, to talk to Hermione, make some sense of the situation.