I DO NOT OWN HP
Harry opened his file to make sure everything was in order. The teachers started to file in and upon noticing how easily the room filled up, he quickly cast a few expansion charms to make sure that they would all fit. "Alright, before I start, any news or anything else of importance to say?"
The teachers all glanced at each other before shaking their heads as one. "No? Alright. How is the new setup treating you?" he asked the senior teachers; Snape, Flitwick, McGonagall, Griffin, and Sprout.
"I find myself less stressed, Headmaster. Especially after I saw what you meant when we got a much larger bunch of first years than normal after you added all the new classes," Flitwick said cheerfully, hopping about.
"I like every student, as some of the younger years who I'm not teaching have actually come to me for some help, but I can see why the other teachers are relieved at this change that you implemented. While I did not teach here until this year, I can tell that if I had done so before you brought these changes, I would have been stressed." Professor Edward C. Griffin commented, getting a few nods of agreement from the other new teachers.
Harry beamed. "That's great! Alright, and teachers for the younger years in the core classes?" he asked, turning to the newer teachers, all to handle first through the third year. Fourth year was split between senior and youth teachers.
"I like working with all of them. I find the first years adorably excitable, and the other years are just as interested in the subject. I find that many students in the previous school I taught at liked the environment I provided in my classroom, and turns out that the students here also appreciate it." The newest Potions professor, Professor Emmaline Vance, said cheerfully.
Snape shot her a mild scowl at what he perceived as an attack on his teaching methods. but quickly returned to his emotionless mask. Harry sent him a raised eyebrow before glancing at his file. "Alright, that's good to hear from all of you..." he murmured, "now, why don't we move onto our electives. We have Wand crafting, Health, Languages, Wandless magic, Animagus training, Warding and curse breaking, Enchanting, Branches of magic, Art, and Music."
Harry glanced up. "I am just realizing how insane this elective thing is. Now, why don't we start with wand crafting? How is that?"
Professor Artufex stood up with a smile. "I find that the younger years are enjoying our scavenger hunts with Hagrid through the Forbidden Forest as we search from ingredients. I also am discovering that they are actually honing their communication skills on these trips, as sometimes ingredients have to come from the animal itself. Thus, they need to know how to act and speak around the animal."
The Language professor for Mermish, Professor EMC (as she liked to be called), looked over in excitement. "Have any of them used their Mermish?" she asked.
"Yes actually, when we needed to collect a plant underwater, and had to communicate with the mermaids to do so," Artufex replied happily, and EMC clapped her hands in happiness.
Harry coughed, gaining everyone's attention again. "That's wonderful Professor. Now, since Professor EMC was so kind to bring herself forward, why don't we start on the languages department?" he asked with a teasing smirk, getting a pout from the exuberant teacher.
"My students are all deeply intrigued by the opportunity to learn Mermish, and all have been very diligent in their work. Our field trips to visit the underwater city and speak to the mermaids also have made them extremely happy. I also have a request to make Headmaster?" EMC asked, and Harry nodded.
"Talk to me after the meeting. Now, how are the other languages?" Harry asked, looking around. The teachers all smiled and said that their classes were so far wonderful. "Alright, next...health?" he looked up at Madam Pomfrey and the other health professor he had hired.
"I am enjoying the classes, as all the students are focused. We actually got a letter from St. Mungos praising us for doing this." Madam Pomfrey crowed with a wide grin. Harry nodded and moved down the list.
"Wandless magic?"
"My subject is strict, as many issues can happen when one starts to learn wandless magic. However, all the students, even those who are the farthest behind, are working hard. Later I heard from students how my lessons are actually helping with the lessons WITH their wands, and they now are getting a better grasp over magic." Professor Veneficum said seriously, but underneath his handlebar mustache, one could see a small proud smirk.
Harry laughed at that. "That's great to hear professor. Now, branches of magic?"
The teachers of branches of magic glanced at each other before agreeing that they all liked how their classes were going. Harry simply nodded before continuing down the list through all the classes. After that, he turned to the coaches of the many new sports that were being hosted at Hogwarts. They all said how they were proud of how quickly the students were adapting to the new sports from the muggle world.
"However, Headmaster, we had to dye all the thestrals to make sure everyone would be able to see them." the coach for thestral racing commented, and Harry sighed.
"That's fine. Alright, I think that's it. Now, I have to add something. Because of these sports, I was thinking of making some sort of floating bubble in the air that would have the fields that the players will be practicing and playing on." Harry suggested while drawing the idea on a conjured whiteboard.
The coaches all looked at the idea before agreeing. "Alright, and unless anyone has any problems to bring up, I conclude this meeting," Harry said, turning to face EMC as the teachers all filed out. He gestured for her to go on.
"I wanted to ask if my class could take a field trip to a famous merpeople area towards the end of the year." She said. Harry sighed.
"I'll take a look, but no promises, as this is the first year we are doing this," Harry replied, getting an understanding nod from her.
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Voldemort scowled as he pondered the failed attack on the Ministry. "How dare Potter!" he hissed, throwing crucios everywhere. The Death Eaters flinched, drawing back to avoid their lord's wrath. "Lucius!' he snarled, and the Death Eater quickly scurried up to kneel before Voldemort.
"Yes milord?" he murmured. Voldemort stroked his wand, red eyes glittering with malevolence.
"Find a way to bring Potter to me!" he spat, and the Malfoy lord nodded quickly before rushing out.
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Harry smiled as he watched the DA train. A knock was heard and everyone instantly quieted, leveling their wands at the door. Harry smirked. He had been instilling Moody's Constant Vigilance into them, and so far, they were all taking it well. "Enter," he called, leveling his own wand at the door. They were not expecting anyone else after all. Harry's eyes widened in shock when he saw who it was.
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Hermione Granger stood nervously in the doorway. Her brown eyes flitted over the large group before her; Dumbledore's Army. A sad smile crossed her expression for a moment before it was swept away. "Hi," she said quietly, flinching back at the stormy expressions the group gave her. The Dragon Council stepped forward, with Ron in the front. They all gave her a furious glare for daring to show her face and expect to be accepted.
"Guys, stop. Let her speak." a deep, level, voice interrupted whatever Ron was about to spit at her. She turned in surprise to see Harry, who boy who she had thoroughly ruined her relationship with, giving her a chance. She shot him a grateful look but he just stared stonily at her. "Speak Miss Granger,"
Tears welled up in her eyes at the formal title, but she didn't address it. "I came to apologize for my actions. What I did was wrong, so wrong. A-and I completely ruined my relationship with all of you, especially Ron and Harry. I was s-so s-stupid!" she sobbed, choking back her tears to keep going. "I was stupidly blinded by jealousy, even though I knew that Harry would never cheat for this, or ask to do this. And he certainly wouldn't d-do it to s-spite me..." Hermione held her head in her hands, her body wracking with regretful sobs.
The DA and Council lowered their wands, putting them away. Harry glanced at them all, getting a few head shakes from some. They would follow him with whatever he decided. "Miss Gran-" he paused, "Hermione," he said gently, and the sobbing Gryffindor looked up, tears still streaming down her face. He smiled sadly, walking forward.
"H-Harry! I'm s-so sorry!" she sobbed, getting a low chuckle from the green-eyed Headmaster.
"I know," he murmured, pulling her into a hug, "I know. I forgive you, I forgive you." he whispered, closing his eyes as she sobbed into his chest. Ron smiled and walked over to join them. Hermione sobbed harder as Ron's arms wrapped around Harry and her.
"We forgive you, little sister," Ron whispered, getting a relieved sob from the girl. Daphne smiled softly from the sidelines at the moment. It was definitely a sight to see, she thought.