Ginny didn't know how to explain her feelings. Somehow her sorrow about Professor Snape's disappearence had ceased and her love for Seth had sprung open. Maybe her parents had been right and she didn't know what love was, going after the first best man and making herself belive things which weren't true. However, was what she felt for Seth love? Or was it herself telling her wrong things again? She didn't know.

It was a bit of a relief to find at breakfast the following morning that they both had exactly the same timetable. This would give her an opportunity not only to study with him but also sit next to him in all their lessons.

"Where do we have potions?" Seth asked looking at his time table. He was curious to see which idiot Dumbledore had hired to teach potions after his disappearence.

"It's in the dungeons," Ginny explained while drinking a cup of pumpkin juice. "We used to have Professor Snape, but unfortunately... he's not here at the moment. I haven't seen any new teachers yesterday evening though, so I can't say who we'll have this year."

Seth looked at the headtable where all the teachers sat. She was right - there wasn't any new teacher. He only hoped Dumbledore wasn't crazy enough to let any of the employed teachers teach his beloved subject. Oh, damn you Voldemort! he thought angrily.

"Sooooooooooo..."

Seth looked at Ginny, seeing that she was blushing.

"Yes?" he said.

"About the kiss last night..."

"It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it," Seth said hurriedly grabbing a piece of toast. Of course he was certain now that Ms. Weasly had a crush on him, but he didn't want to rush her. Anyway, once he was back to his old self they wouldn't be able to be together any longer.

"Okay." Ginny was disappointed. "Come on, let's go to potions and get the good seats," she changed the subject after an awkard pause standing up. Seth followed her.

They were the first to arrive in the dungeons, but the door was already open. They entered.

"Welcome," Madam Pomfrey greeted smiling warmly. "I'm your new potions teacher."

Seth wanted to kill himself. That bitch a potions teacher? She didn't know anything about potions! She would bring their all death for sure.

"Sit down sit down!" the healer said gesturing at the seats for the students. Ginny settled down in the front and Seth sat down next to her. Madam Pomfrey eyed him suspiciously.

"You are Seth McFarane, are you not?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Have we met before?"

Seth started sweating. Even though he had a different haircut he otherwise looked exactly like he had when he had actually been fifteen. Of course half the teachers and especially Pomfrey would notice!

"N-no, I don't think so," Seth stuttered nervously. He got his potions book out, looking through it while still glancing at Pomfrey from time to time. She would be the hardest to persuade that he was a stranger, right next to Dumbledore.

"You okay?" Ginny asked worriedly as the other students started coming in chatterting happily and talking about how glad they were that Snape wasn't there any longer.

"Uh-huh," Seth said. He had to take a grip and stop being so nervous about people finding out his true identity. The more he acted like a stranger the more believable it would be.

The whole lesson they did nothing but talk about how far they had already gone in all their books. While Snape had gone through every book from start to end every year half the students suffered from not understanding half the things he had taught them. Thus Pomfrey decided to form three different groups, one of the ones good at potions, one for the ones who kind of knew something about it and one for the ones who didn't have a clue what they were doing. Seth and Ginny were the only ones who were actually good at potions.

Yes! Ginny thought happily as everyone moved to sit in their groups. Maybe he doesn't love me yet, but I'm sure ones he knows me better he won't resist me.

That day they only had arithmency, transfiguration and charms, the other lessons were all free. They spend them half outside studying and half in the library doing their homework. Seth saw that Ginny attempted to get near him several times, but he couldn't open up to her and let her into his heart not matter what. He was older than twice her age, and Voldemort's plans were too gruesome. He had been threatened if by the end of the school year he hadn't brought her to the Dark Lord that he'd be killed, but death was better than bringing Ginny into such danger.

"Do you play any instruments?" Ginny asked while they were sitting over thir potions homework. They had gone out to the lake to enjoy the warmth of midday.

"I used to play guitar," Seth answered. It was true; he'd learned to play when he'd been fifteen to be able to play for Lily, but since she had married Potter he hadn't touched another one.

"I'd like to hear you. Can you sing as well?"

Seth looked over the sea. "Yes," he answered shortly. "I do sometimes sing."

"Sing something," Ginny demanded.

He shook his head. "Not now. Maybe later."

They skipped lunch, finishing their charms and potions homework just before they needed to go to transfiguration.

"McFarane," McGonnagal snapped as she saw him enter the classroom. "How much do you know about transfiguration?"

"A considerable amount, Professor," Seth lied. In reality he knew nearly as much about it as he knew about potions.

"Good." Her features softened slightly. "Sit next to Weasly. She is quite good."

Ginny smiled broadly.

"Do you have any plans for the future?" she asked as they walked out of the classroom after their lesson. "I'd like to be a teacher her."

"Teaching what?" Seth asked curiously.

Ginny crinkled her nose. "Transfiguration. How about you?"

Seth smiled ruefully. "I'd love to be the potions teachers."

"You'll most likely will," Ginny laughed. "You already know everything about it!"

"Not everything," Seth said hurriedly as they went to the Gryffindor common room. "There is a lot I have yet to learn."

"Take my hand," Ginny said fastly as she saw Harry, Hermione and Ron. As Seth waited she grabbed him and and activated the bubble. Just then Ronald approached them.

"Sis," he said. He took one step too much and his face was burned. "ARGH! You bitch!" He knelt on the floor, his hands over his eyes and nose. Harry went to help him.

"Darling, you don't do things like that," he said tutting.

Seth had enough. He stepped out of the bubble, ignoring the minor burn he got on his left arm and strode over to Potter.

"She is not your darling anymore," he snarled holding his wand to nthe boy's throat. Potter backed away until he reached the wall. Seth followed his every step.

"Leave off McFarane," Harry said nervously. No one from his own house had ever discouraged him like this. "You know who I am, don't you?"

"Yeah, you're the Boy-Who-Farted. Who doesn't know?"

"What the fuck?" Harry shouted angrily taking out his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Seth said instantly catching Potter's wand as it flew across the air. "You shouldn't mess with me, Potter. Sectumsembra!" Harry fell backwards, new wounds slashing open every couple of seconds. Soon blood was splattered across the whole corridor.

"Shit," Seth swore. He hadn't used that spell in years and underestimated its ability. Also, Dumbledore would probably see through his disguise now. How stupid could he have been using a spell he himself had invented? All he could think of doing was run.