Chapter 13 - The Sapphire Knights

"It is what you learn after you know it all that counts." - John Wooden

"Guinevere, a person I just came to know about, wife of King Arthur, and what seems now that she is a soul reader."

Dumbledore took a step back, "Impossible."

"Oh very much possible."

The headmasters office sill looked the same in the past, though the papers were not stacked rather neatly on his desk. Walking up to them, Harry started going through them. Seems that they are mostly casualty reports. Odd, never thought that Voldemort started this early. Then one interesting came into her view.

Albus,

Shall we regroup the Sapphire Knights? I know that Stephen is not here, yet Riddle is becoming a large threat, worldwide if not taken care of soon.

Arthur

"Mr. Weasley? No, can't be he must be still going to Hogwarts, if he is born." Harry thought out loud.

"You do know that you are not supposed to go thorough those papers?" Harry whipped around to face the gruff voice, only to find that she came face to face with Mad-Eye.

"I--" Harry started but Moddy beat her to it.

"But Albus told me that you can do whatever you want." He walked like silk to the phoenix perched beside Harry, "Bit too fast to place such amount of trust on you, but I believe the old man."

"Hmm..." Was all Harry said before going back to the papers.

It wasn't long before the door opened, "Ah! Alastor, what a pleasure!" Both turned to the door where the headmaster stood, a smile plastered on his face, eyes twinkling.

Harry smirked. Seriously, it seems that the old man constantly has a cheering charm on.

"You called Albus...?" His normal eye on the headmaster, but his magical eye sill on Harry.

"Yes, but whatever I say here must not leave this room, understand?"

"Of course."

Dumbledore walked around the desk and sat in his chair, "Sit down, both of you. Actually, Harry, why don't you go Defense. It seems that the professor I have hired is unable to do proper Patronuses."

Harry cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing and walked out the door. As she walked out she heard Moddy mutter, "But I thought that you arethe defense professor."

Harry started wandering the halls, when she came to a stop watching a fast walking student come up to her, panting. "Headmaster Dumbledore wanted me to find you as soon a possible. He said that you must take over our class today."

"Alright, let's go. By the way which year are you in?" Harry started walking at a slow pace, so not to kill the near to death student beside her.

"Third year, we were supposed to do shields today."

"Shields already?"

"Dark Lord." As if that explained everything.

And it did. Harry walked into a classroom she had never seen before, and saw the students sitting quietly on both sides of the classroom as they looked at the new people in the room. Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. "I can see that Professor Dumbledore said you should be starting to learn shields today."

The class nodded. "All right, I do believe that you know who I am right? Who doesn't?" A couple of hands rose in the air, most of them Slytherin.

"May I ask what you were doing during dinner?"

"Potions."

"Charms."

"Sleeping."

Harry's eyes held surprise. "Sleeping?"

The young Hufflepuffs looked down, cheeks burning. "Never mind, for those who were not there for dinner last night, my name is Harriet Potter, although I like by being called 'Harry'. I am a traveler, and I am in Britain only for this year, because Dumbledore called me. Also if you have the question that if I am related to James Potter, I would say no. Now any questions?"

A boy in Slytherin raised his hand. "Professor--"

Harry raised a hand. "No. Do not call me professor or any other title, just 'Harry'. Titles make me feel like an old woman, now none of us would want that, especially me. Alright, what was your question."

"Harry, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"And who gave you, a student, the permission to teach." A faint sneer crossed the lips.

"Dumbledore. And I assure you that I am not a student."

The door opened and a gruff voice answered for her, "Kid, I can assure you that the lady standing in front of you is not a student."

The Slytherin puffed, "Prove it. Duel her."

Moddy raised his eyebrows, "Sure, though I am sure that Harry, here will win."

All of a sudden, Harry saw that Moddy had his wand out and a yellow light screaming at her. In instinct, Harry raised her left hand and tried to hold the curse back. Harry doubted her move, but soon enough the curse stopped millimeters from her hand. Surprised, Harry moved her hand front and back, the curse following it. It was then that Harry got an idea, pulling her hand back, she pushed her palm back forward with all her force. The curse started reeling back towards Moddy's wand, when it hit him, his wand exploded and Moddy was sent flying back into the corridor.

Mad-Eye got up and said, "Well I can assure you that even I did not expect that."

The class just stared at Harry in horror, "Dumbledore told me to take over, he wants some urgent words," Moddy came up to Harry and motioned to her to leave quickly.

Harry hurried out of the classroom and back to the headmaster's office, the gargoyle was out of the way and the stairs up, showing that Dumbledore was in urgency. She ran up the steps and came to find that there were two copies of Albus Dumbledore staring at her.

"What--"

"Sit down Harry, and let me explain, we will need your help."