Year 1: The Legend Begins

Chapter 9: The Watch of Glory

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A/N: Here is the next chapter! I've had quite a stressful day (our basement flooded so now the internet is out) so I'm very surprised I managed to get this chapter out. The only reason I did is because I'm at my dad's house and he has internet. Soooo, be grateful that you got this, haha. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but no promises because I don't know when our internet is going to start working again.

So, please read and review this chapter!! It's pretty important to the plot, so I hope you like it!

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"He's looking at you again, James," Sirius whispered in James's ear. They were in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Professor Avery was once again looking at James.

James groaned and looked up, seeing that Professor Avery's gaze was in fact focused on him. Suddenly Professor Avery turned around and picked up a stack of papers on his desk.

"Overall your essays were pretty good," he was saying, as he began handing the kids in the front row their essays, "James Potter had the highest grade in the class... good job James!" Avery said, walking over to where James was seated and handing him a paper. James took it, frowning, and looked at it.

On the top of the paper was a large red O, and a note written that said, Excellent James, keep up the good work! James sighed, looking over what he had written. He knew he had done really badly on this particular assignment, as he just did it in a History of Magic class the period before it was due. He didn't even have his book with him! And yet he had still gotten a really good grade.

"Something is not right here. Avery is really starting to creep me out," James muttered to Sirius, who was staring angrily at his P paper.

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, shoving the paper in his bag.

"Do you remember when I wrote this paper? In History of Magic! I made it all up, I didn't even have my book with me!" James said.

"Maybe he's in love with you," Sirius suggested with a smirk.

"Shut up," James responded, trying to hold in his laughter, "Anyway, I'm going to go talk to him," James said as class ended.

"Alright, I'll see you later then," Sirius said, picking up his bag, "But if he asks you out, run away, teacher/student relationships are against the rules," James hit Sirius playfully on the arm as he laughed.

"I'm just saying..." Sirius muttered as he walked out the door with Remus and Peter.

James cautiously walked up to Professor Avery's desk and cleared his throat to get his attention. Professor Avery looked up and smiled a smile that didn't quite reach his cold grey eyes.

"James, my boy! What can I do for you?" he said. James pulled out the homework paper and showed it to Professor Avery.

"Well, I just had a question about my homework. I felt that I didn't do all that well, but I still got a high grade. I was just wondering why," James said, feeling more and more uncomfortable under the gaze of Professor Avery. When he was done, Professor Avery shook his head, smiling his unnerving smile yet again.

"What are you talking about? This is one of the best papers I have ever read. And believe me, you have deserved every single grade you have received in my class," Professor Avery responded. James just nodded, thinking it was better not to push the subject anymore. He opened his bag and put the paper in it, and turned around to leave. However, he was stopped by Professor Avery.

James turned around sharply to find Professor Avery gripping his bag tightly. James tried to pull away, but Professor Avery opened his bag and seemed to be looking at something.

"Where did you get that?" he asked harshly. James looked down and saw that Professor Avery was pointing at James's watch. James had always been proud of his watch. It was not a wrist watch, but a pocket watch on a long golden chain. The front was bordered in rubies, and there was a carving of a lion on it. When the lid was lifted up, there was another engraving, the letters GG. James had been told his father had given it to him when he was just a child, and that it had been in their family for generations.

James told Professor Avery this, leaving out the fact that it was quite valuable, as he really didn't want it stolen. There was a look of joy on Professor Avery's face after receiving this information, and James thought it looked rather out of place.

"May I see it?" he asked, already reaching a hand out to take it. James sharply pulled away. When his mother had given the watch to him, she had said to be careful of who he showed it to. There would be many people who would want to steal it from him.

"No!" James said, "I...uh... had better get going. I've got class," James said. He grabbed his bag and nearly sprinted out of the room. Running along the halls, James then checked the time. It was 5:05, meaning a study hall period had just started, and he was going to be late. The class used to be broomstick lessons, but had been changed after two weeks, once the kids got a handle on broomstick riding (pun DEFINITELY intended).

He sprinted into the library about 15 minutes late, and took a seat next to Sirius, breathing heavily. Sirius raised an eyebrow at him.

"Where have you been? Better be glad there isn't a teacher in this class, or you would have a detention," Sirius said.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts. It is a really long story," James said. He then went on to explain all that had happened with Professor Avery.

"That is so weird," Sirius said when James was finished.

"I know, he was so..." James started, but was cut off by Sirius.

"No, I mean look at this table, there is huge purple stain on it," Sirius said. Then he looked up at James's face, "Sorry, continue." James sighed, shaking his head.

When class was over, James and Sirius met up with Peter and Remus, and together they headed down to dinner. James filled Remus and Peter in on what had happened before.

"That is odd," Remus said as James and Sirius shoveled food into their mouths.

"I wonder if he is going to try to steal it or something," Peter said. James looked up, his mouth full of mashed potatoes. He hadn't even thought of that.

"I think I am going to go talk to Brighid," James said. He got up and walked over to the section of the table where she was seated with her friends.

"Brighid, come here for a second, I need to talk to you," James said. Brighid looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm eating, what do you want?" Brighid said impatiently.

"Just come here, it is really important," James said, shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of her and her friends. Brighid sighed and got up, following James out of the Great Hall, crossing her arms along the way.

"What?" Brighid said, scowling slightly.

"It's about Dad's watch," James said. Brighid's head snapped over to look at James, and he was surprised by her sudden change of heart.

"What about it?" Brighid asked, trying to remain calm. James explained all about how Professor Avery had acted, and that they thought he might try to steal it. When he was finished, Brighid spoke, worry in her voice.

"Okay, um, give me the watch. I'll protect it," Brighid said, holding out her hand. James gave it to her.

"Why is this watch such a big deal to protect? Why is it so special?" James asked, a million more questions forming in his head.

"I'm not the one to answer that. Just forget about this for a while," Brighid said, pocketing the watch and walking back into the Great Hall. James followed her in and walked over to where his friends were seated. He tried to forget about the watch. Now that it is with Brighid, it will surely be much safer.

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Lord Voldemort paced among the small circle of Death Eaters, all awaiting the same news he was.

"Avery," Lord Voldemort said. A mat stepped out of the circle, looking at Voldemort, "You tell me you have news," Voldemort continued, as more a statement that a question.

"Yes sir," Avery said, "it's about the boy. As of now, he is already in possession of the watch of glory," There was a slight collective gasp as soon as the words left his mouth, and Voldemort spun around to get a better view of Avery.

"Are you sure?" Voldemort asked. Avery nodded, "Steal it. Bring it to me along with the boy," Voldemort whispered merrily.

"My Lord, will you now be able to..." started a Death Eater, but he was cut off by Voldemort.

"Crucio!" said Voldemort. The death eater withered to the ground, screaming in pain. Voldemort lifted the curse after a few seconds.

"None of you will ever speak out without being spoken to again. And even then...watch what you may reveal," Voldemort said in a dangerously low voice. He then walked out of the chamber, his robes swishing behind him.

Everyone looked out after him, wondering what it was he didn't want said; wondering what secret plans were brewing in his mind.

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