"Good morning , everyone." Harry said , making his way inside the DADA classroom. He saw students dressed in green and blue robes. In a corner sit he saw the small boy he had taken the class for. The Slytherin boy had dark black hair and grey eyes. He looked smaller than his peers. For a fourth year he look very small. What worried him even more was that he was sitting alone with his nose inside his book. "I have been asked by Headmistress Mcgonagall to hold a duelling club in Hogwarts every month for everyone fourth year and above."
A hand shot up in the air and Harry called on her, "Yes, miss..?"
"Linda Davis, sir." The girl Linda said, "Is it true that you organised a illegal club here in Hogwarts in your fifth year?"
Harry smiled at the girl's face and looked around at the curious expression on the faces of other student. "I was part of a group we called DA in my fifth year however neither I was the leader of the club nor was it illegal. You all will remember the professors Hogwarts had seen during the days of the war since the Carrows were one of the worst professors Hogwarts had ever seen."
The class nodded solemnly and Harry noticed Sewlyn raise his head to look at him.
"Dolores Umbridge, the woman who was our professor refused to teach us anything expect theory. In a time when the darkness was rising and we were all trying to keep ourselves, my friend Hermione came up with the idea of the club. We taught ourselves."
"Why are we learning in this club then?" Sewlyn asked, "Is something happening again?"
All heads snapped in his direction. Harry had to give it to the boy to see what others failed to see. Minvera had looked in the story of the three students, Celine Parkinson, Rosemary Thomas and Mike Sewlyn. Out of the three of them only Sewlyn was one who fit the category of the prophecy. He was born on an eclipse and he had never seen his father. Millie Sewlyn had become pregnant after getting drunk in a party. She had no idea who the father of the child was and yet decided to keep the child. Moreover, Sewlyn was one of the few students who had stayed in the castle when the battle broke. Minerva and Kingsley believed that Sewlyn was the child in the prophecy.
"Mr. Sewyln, it is very important for one to understand that no matter what, we shouldn't ever let our guard down. The wizarding world is quiet right now, we have gotten our hard earned peace but is it wise to jeopardize it with being careless?" He asked, "One might wonder why do we Defense against the Dark Arts now that Voldemort is defeated and his supporter round up?"
A few snickers erupt from back row which Harry ignored, "Voldemort wasn't Dark Magic, he was corrupted by the Dark Magic and therefore there are chances of someone else getting influenced by it. A new age always being new monsters with it. Tell me a society which haven't fought in a war after its victory on previous one?"
The smug look from the faces was washed off and everyone now looked at him solemn.
"So , how many of you know the shield charm?" With that Harry started his first duelling lesson in Hogwarts. He was glad to see that he was able to teach them easily , some students even commented that he could be the DADA teacher but Harry kindly declined saying their current teacher was more than efficient. Severus would kill him if they know that he was influencing his students. Harry snorted in his head at the thought. By the time , class ended, all of his students had succeeded in casting a shield charm.
"Before the next duelling lesson , I want you all to practice your stunners and disarming charm to perfection, if you need any help, Professor Snape is there to help you. You all may leave now."
The students started gathering their stuff and leaving the room.
"Mr. Sewlyn?" He called before the said boy was about to leave the class. He turned around to look at Harry nervously. Harry noticed he was walking out alone and wondered how would it have felt if he spent the years without Ron and Hermione.
"Yes, Professor?"
"Are you aware Mr. Sewlyn that I grew up in an abusive household?" The boy's head jerked up with fear in his eyes. He immediately schooled his features to hide his expressions. It seemed like a trait of Slytherine.
"You are the Boy Who Lived. You are so powerful." He said in wonder after a while. Harry had given him the time to think and was collecting his own stuff. He now looked at his face.
"Yes, I was." He gave him a small smile. "But I was also a boy who had no parents had to spend his life in family of people who didn't want me." He shrugged his shoulders.
Harry knew that Sewlyn lived with his muggle relative just like him after his mother died a year ago. And he was worried that the boy might be facing the same treatement that Harry had faced. It wasn't that he hated muggles. Hermione's parents were muggles and were amazing people but some muggle consider magic as abomination and they are dangerous.
"You told someone?" He asked nervously.
Harry shook his head. He saw the boy's face fell.
"But I wish I did. I was foolish to think that it made me weak and maybe I had many things in my life to worry about to give it proper attention." Harry had often wondered why he hadn't said anything to proper authority, his friends had known and weasley's too but Dumbledore's plan stopped anyone from helping him. He didn't want that to happen to him. "It isn't weak to let someone fight your battles for you , Mike. If I were alone , Voldemort would have been alive and I dead. My friends kept me alive."
"No one wants to be my friend." He said and instantly his face turned red with realisation of what he had said, he looked down at his feet , suddenly fascinated by his shoes.
"That's not true." Harry smiled softly at him. The boy looked up at him unsure. "I would like to be your friend."
"Really?" He asked full of wonder.
"Yes, and I would be glad if you come stay with me for a while." He winked at the boy. Again his own experience guided him. He used to be glad to leave Dursley's and since Mike had no friends , he maybe needed a place to flee to.
"umm?" He shuffled on his feet nervously.
"You don't have to decide yet. Here take my number." Harry gave him a small card with his number on it. "if you ever need me call me, I will be there."
"thanks." The boy grinned at him.
"Now Scoot."
Harry noticed the spring in his feet as Mike went outside and stopped on the door, "Is it fine if I let it slip that we are friends?" He asked sheepishly.
"As long as I don't have to confirm it." Harry shrugged and the boy was gone within a moment. He sighed. At least he had made progress, he had became acquainted with Mike Sewlyn.
Inside his head Harry had a well developed plan. He wont take its whole credit since Minerva and Kingsley helped too. It was planned that Harry would get close to Mike so that when the chances of helping arises, Mike won't hesitate in asking him for it. He picked his stuff and left the familiar halls of Hogwarts. Hogwarts had rebuild and was back to its former glory now but for harry it was never the same and never will be.
Hermione was alone in the old house with a sleeping Silvia resting on her lap. She was sitting on a rocking chair with a book in one of her hands and holding her daughter to her chest with the other. The house was eerily quite. Remus and sirius were out together while Harry was at Hogwarts. It was the first time she found such peace in the house after returning. it is not like she doesnot appreciate the company. She had been living alone for a couple of years now and it takes a while to adjust back in this lifestyle.
Her quite was disturbed as she heard a knock on the window. She opened it to find a brown owl sitting on the window sill with a paper in his beak. she placed four knuts in its feet and took out the Daily prophet. Though she was out of the sight of wizarding world, it doesnot mean she was not following the news. She was Hermione Granger and prided herself for being well informed.
THE GOLDEN GIRL RETURNS… WITH A BABY ?
Hermione Jean Granger, also known as the golden girl, who was the brains behind the Golden Trio had been missing ever since the night the victory of the final battle. Many considered her dead and an unfortunate victim of the war. Even the ministry had updated its records to show her status as deceased. The wizarding world mourned the loss for a long time but now in an shocking turn of events , the prophet was informed by the Chosen one himself that Miss Granger is alive and have returned back to wizarding world. However what Mr. Potter forgot to inform us and what we found from hidden sources is that Miss Granger is a mother to a two year old. You read it correct folks 'Miss' Granger…
Hermione rolled her eyes at the newspaper, knowing the prophet and its reporters she knew very well that there would be many scandolous story about her in this pages. She was about to throw the paper when a different news caught her attention. The news wasn't something special, what surprised her was that it was a really dull news and how it made its place in the prophet.
AN OLD WOMAN KILLED BY HER OWN CAT IN HER HOME IN ROMANIA
How can a cat kill a woman ? hermione thought and skimmed through the news with narrow eyes. Apparently the neighbours told the reporter that the woman had lost her cat a few days ago and had been searching for it. The previous day , screams were heard from the house and when they looked inside her house, they were shocked to see the lady dead and the cat which looked like a beast sitting in a corner. It was written and quote "The cat looked like the messenger of death itself. Its eyes were red and huge fangs were visible on its face. It looked huge, almost thrice its normal size, it was three feet and the nails were longer than ever seen in an animal. As the beast looked at me, I swear I saw death. For a moment there , I knew I wouldn't live any longer and as a means I had to save myself so I performed the killing curse on the beast." There was a picture of the bald neighbour showing a huge bleeding scratch on its arm.
Being the owner of a cat , Hermione couldnot help but feel disgust with the man. She was happy that he was currently under arrest for using a killing curse. It was clear that the man was a maniac. He killed the lady and its cat and tried to hide his crime by blaming it on the cat. It was reported in the prophet clearly that The cat was found dead and looked like a normal cat , also the man hid the fact that he performed the killing curse.
"Why are you scowling, Mione?" she jumped when she heard Remus. She hadn't realised when they had entered the house. They were now looking amused at her embarassed face.
"Nothing." She said standing up and brushing her skirt with her free hand "A poor old lady was killed in Romania." She said quietly trying not to disturb Liv.
"God rest her soul in peace." Remus said solemnly.
"Amen." Sirius said taking Liv from her.
"Hey guys." Harry asked walking through the fire.
"How was the class?" hermione asked.
"Great. I just wish Severus doesnot get too irked with it." Harry said as he helped Hermione prepare the food. Sirius had dropped Silvia in her room and now he and Remus was sitting in front of kitchen counter.
"Why don't you do the Boggart lesson? It will be fun." Remus piqued.
"Oh yes!" Sirius said with a air punch. "Can I see that memory of yours. I have a pensive in Black vault."
"Guys, I don't want that old dungeon bat to murder me." Harry said laughing at his uncles.
