The darkest flight
By
Zarana
OMG thanks to those who reviewed and thanks for the spelling help
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important note below!!
Okay people,
I'm sorry to say that I am haveing some problems with my computer... so it might take a while befor I up-date again, and even now this chapter's not finished but because its going to take so long for me to be able to post more I'm just going to put up what I got down so far. Any ways thanks to all y'all who reviewed and gave me spelling tips. Cuz wwe all know that I can not spell (and I bet my bad gramer shows in this note of mine cuz I wasn't able to spell check it)
anyway on to the story
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Harry sighed as he was asked yet another question by the headmaster of the Godforsaken school that he had to attend.
"Harry?" he asked.
"Yes, Headmaster?" Harry asked bored.
"Are you sure?"
Harry nodded his expression, one of forced calm.
"Are you positive this isn't one of Voldemort's plans?"
"Absolutely, Headmaster," Harry sighed, "I am positive that this is in no way, shape, or form some plot of the Dark Lord's."
'I swear if he asks me one more time I'm going to kill him' Harry thought completely and utterly annoyed.
"Well if you're sure my dear boy…" Dumbledore trailed off.
"Completely," Harry stated, "I trust Zar more than anyone else Headmaster. Now if you would excuse me, I believe it is almost dinner time," Harry said, ending the conversation.
The headmaster smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Why don't we walk down together then, my dear boy?"
Harry forced himself to stay calm, "Of course, Professor."
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Harry hated having to be back at Hogwarts. He hated having to listen to the 'oh so wonderful' headmaster. All he wanted was to go home to Zar and live happily without the stupid war and all the shit that came with it.
But, alas, he had to stay, he couldn't just leave… he wouldn't let himself. He may not want to be in the war, but he was and it was his job to finish the war once and for all.
Harry sighed. It was Monday. It was the first class of the year and he was already sick of being here.
Harry sat down next to Hermione and Ron for their first DADA class of the year.
The teacher sat on the desk. One of the first thinks that most of the class realized was that this witch had on muggle clothes. The next was that she was obviously American. She had long black hair streaked with red that fell over her right eye, she was … completely different from anyone any of them had ever seen. Except Harry who couldn't help thinking 'what the fuck is she doing here??'
Once everyone was in their seats the woman jumped off her desk. "Okay class," she said clapping her hands together, "My name is Ana Moor. If I ever hear anyone calling me Professor Moor they shall be punished. I will be referred to as Professor Ana, or simply Ana, as it would be strange for people to refer to someone not even two years older than them by their last name. Do not mistake this as me being a nice person. We are not friends. I am your teacher and I demand respect. Now turn to page three seventy four and read the chapter I expect a foot long essay on the subject." With that said she went and sat behind her desk.
Everyone was staring at her in shock as she started reading a muggle novel.
She slowly looked up, "Well? What are you waiting for? Get started. It's due at the end of class."
Everyone started shuffling, trying to get their books out and to the right page, except Harry. He raised his hand.
Ana raised an eyebrow but ignored him.
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"What is it Potter?" she asked lazily after everyone else had left but Harry seeing as how he refused to leave until she answered his question.
Harry smiled at her. "Well I was wondering if you could stop being a bitch." Harry asked ever so nicely.
The teacher frowned at him "Harry, I was asked to keep watch over you and that's what I'm going to do. Besides I'm having a contest with Snape on who can be the most hated teacher." She smirked at the last part.
"Ooooh" Harry said, "I don't think you're going to win. Plus I can always tell everyone how nice you are, and then your reputation for being the most evil and git-ish teacher will disappear." He stated.
"Yeah… I know but I can always give you a detention." She smiled at the teen. "And to think I'm to be keeping you out of trouble, and the only reason that there is trouble is because I'm here" she whispered to herself.
Harry heard her and snickered "You? Keep me out of trouble?" he asked bemused, "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"