A/N: Fourth chapter! Oh, I forgot another thing, silly me...in this Fanfic, Fawkes was NOT the phoenix that gave Harry and Voldemort a feather for their wands. Let us pretend it was some other phoenix. There's also going to be a slight reference to "The Lion King II: Simba's Pride" (Disney) somewhere...not yet. Not even...soon. But there will be. I don't know if anyone will be able to pinpoint it, but it'll be there.

This chappie is definitely longer than the last, hopefully this compensates for my lack of words for chapter 3.

Anyway, read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling, the song "Happy Memories" is by Sonny James. All I own is the (ADDED) plot and the OCs.

Happy Memories

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Chapter 4

"And to me each day gets bluer than the day before,

The only way that I can put my achin' heart at ease is living with my,

Happy memories,

Happy memories..."

-Happy Memories,Sonny James

Hermione, Harry and Ginny made their way into their DADA class the next day. They found Brenna and Ron sitting together again, and Hermione took her same seat, trying to ignore the two.

More students were coming into the classroom, but there wasn't a sign of Professor Morrigan. By the time class was supposed to start, the Professor still wasn't in the room.

Where is he? Hermione turned to Ginny and Harry. They both shrugged, wondering the same thing.

Suddenly, the door to the Professor's office opened and Morrigan looked down at the students. "My, my...you're all early!" There were a few giggles in the class. As Morrigan walked down his steps, he spoke just as loudly as he had, "Or perhaps I am late. Yes, that would make sense, wouldn't it?" He laughed bitterly. "Well then, let's begin, shall we?" He stood up at the front of the class. "Curses! Can someone give me an example of a curse? Give me the name, incantation, and the effect it has on the victim, Mr. Finnigan." He turned to Seamus, who had just turned from his very interesting conversation with Dean.

"Um..."

"Well?"

"The...the Cruciatus curse?" Morrigan was waiting. Seamus seemed a little uncomfortable saying the rest. "The, er...incantation is Crucio, and it...causes great pain?"

Morrigan looked at him, satisfied. "Be honest," he spoke to the rest of the class. "Raise your hand if this is one of the first spells you think about when someone mentions the word 'curse'." About half of the class tentatively put their hands up, but Morrigan's face didn't change. He still seemed satisfied. "Can someone give me the name, incantation and effect of the other two Unforgivable curses?"

Hermione's hand shot up in the air and Morrigan pointed to her. "There's the Imperius curse, enabling the user to have total control over the victim. The incantation is Imperio. Then there's the Killing curse..." Hermione hesitated. She found she was doing this quite a lot lately.

But she was Hermione Granger. A Gryffindor. She shouldn't be afraid to answer what she put her hand up for. She wasn't in Fourth Year anymore. She destroyed Horcruxes. She battled Death Eaters. Clearly this should be simpler than she's making it.

Something appeared on the note-passing parchment that she left on the beside her textbook.

You're a Gryffindor. Aren't you supposed to be BRAVE?

Whoever was writing the note was obviously in her Defence Against the Dark Arts class. They were either teasing or taunting her. Either way, she sucked in her fear of talking about the curses and continued. "...it gives the victim an instantaneous, painless death, and...the incantation is A...Avada Kedavra."

Professor Morrigan spoke quietly. "I do not blame you for feeling rather uneasy speaking of the Killing curse. I do respect your bravery, however." He looked up.

"These curses are known as the Unforgivable curses, though, you have probably known that for a while now. There are far more curses than that, however – Mr. Goyle!" He pointed to Goyle, who was having his own conversation with Nott. "Give me another one."

Hermione quickly scribbled on the parchment.

Shouldn't you be waiting until we're OUTSIDE of class to write to me?

Goyle thought for a moment. Even for the Slytherins, it was a tough topic, especially so close after the war. "Fiendfyre?" Morrigan looked at him gravely.

"Good one," he said after a while. "Very good one...would you happen to know the effect?"

"Er...hard to explain..." Hermione looked behind her to see Malfoy stiffen a little. It was a very touchy subject. She silently cursed Goyle for bringing it up. She was there when Malfoy's friend, Crabbe, died. She wasn't a close friend to them, in fact, they've been enemies from the first time they met, but knowing how her herself would feel if she lost either Ron or Harry, she had to feel at least a little sympathetic. Malfoy was writing something in a notebook, probably to get his mind off of what the class was talking about. She looked back at the front.

Morrigan glanced at the rest of the class. "Fiendfyre, is indeed, quite a difficult thing to explain, as well as control." He paused for a minute. "Fiendfyre, is one of the only things capable of destroying a Horcrux, and we may talk about those later. This curse comes in many forms, from serpents to chimaeras, it unleashes a great, cursed fire that cannot be stopped by a charm, such as Aguamenti." He paused once again, as if letting the knowledge soak into the classroom. "But let's not worry about that curse, just now. Another curse? Mr. Longbottom?"

That's no fun.

Hermione groaned inwardly. Whoever this was, they were being quite annoying. She didn't answer. She planned to do that after class when they were in the library.

Neville looked up, tripping over his words slightly. "F-Full B-Body-Binding curse. Um, makes the victim, er, unable to move, and the incantation is Petrificus Totalus."

"Yes!" said the Professor, clearly pleased. "I was rather hoping someone would bring this one up. "Yes, it is a curse, however, not nearly as, for lack of a better word, bad as the other spells. Who knows the three counter-curses for the Full Body-Binding curse? Mr. Malfoy, you back there!" He pointed to Malfoy, who finally looked up from something he was reading.

"Finite Incantatem," he said, turning back to his book.

"Any others?" asked Morrigan, slight impatience in his voice. Malfoy sighed audibly and spoke without looking up from his book.

"Finite and Rennervate."

"Well done! Any more curses you can think of?" He turned to the rest of the class. Hermione looked behind her and saw Malfoy staring at his notebook this time.

"You! A Weasley, correct? How about a curse one of your brothers taught you?" Ginny turned in her seat to look at Ron. The two both had great smiles on their faces. Hermione guessed they were probably thinking the same thing.

"Well, there was that Hair-Loss Curse..." There were laughs coming from all around the classroom, even from Professor Morrigan. He nodded while murmuring "Very good, very good..." Ron continued. "The, uh, incantation is...what was it again, Ginny? Calvorio? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was Calvorio...and obviously, it causes hair loss."

As the Professor's laughs died down, so did the class', however, he still had a great big grin. "Ah, those two...I recently visited their shop...very interesting. Anyway, back on track." He cleared his throat, still laughing a bit. "Another curse? You must know one...Ms. Abbott! How about you?"

"There's the Leg-Locker Curse," she replied. "The incantation is Locomotor Mortis and it immobilizes the victim's legs."

"Parfait, Ms. Abbott!" Professor Morrigan seemed quite pleased. "Another..."

"I heard of one, Professor," said Brenna, her hand shooting up in the air. Hermione huffed in annoyance. Usually she was the one doing that...

"Alright then, Ms. Foster. Go on," said Morrigan.

Brenna didn't seem the slightest bit disturbed by what she said next. "I was reading in the library the other night and it spoke of the curse called Morsmordre." Morrigan blinked once, seeming in shock. "It conjures the Dark Mark." By now almost everyone tensed, but oh, not Ms. Foster...no, she continued to have a smug look on her face.

"Oh yeah...that...that curse," murmured Professor Morrigan, scratching his head. "Right. Yes, that's a curse. You read it in...a book, you say?"

"Yes, Professor."

"I would guess the Restricted Section?"

"Er...yes..."

"Thought so." Hermione looked at Brenna, triumphant as she finally saw an uneasy look finally go across Foster's face. Foster...I should just call her that instead...why haven't I...?

"How about a curse that...not very many people use. Mr. Potter! You must know one!" He pointed to Harry, who stiffened in his seat. He looked back at the Professor. He muttered something quietly, no one heard what he said.

"What was that?" asked Morrigan, placing his hand over his ear to show he didn't hear it. Harry said it louder.

"Sectumsempra," he said, shifting in his seat. He looked as awkward as Hermione felt. It was Professor Snape's own spell. Not everyone knew what the spell did, but they must have heard it once or twice during the battle.

The Professor blinked a couple times. "Hmm...curious you know that spell, Potter," he said, no emotion in his voice.

"It is a curse, sir?"

"Of course. Any spell that intends harm, control or death is known as a curse. And, Potter," he hesitated. "How...how did you come across such a curse?"

"I read it in a book," replied Harry, cooly. Morrigan nodded.

"Of course. Most are read up from books. I expect you know the effects and counter-curses?"

Harry scratched his head, attempting to think about it. "I...It's...like a sword, I think. An invisible sword that cuts through the victim..."

"Yes, and only one spell can cure it. Do you know what that spell is, Mr. Potter?"

Harry simply shook his head, defeated.

"The spell is Vulnera Sanentur. Can be cast once, up to three times, depending on how bad the wounds are. The first time, flow of blood eases; second time the wounds knit; third time removes the bad effects. Then you would need Dittany to avoid scarring." Professor Morrigan turned and began walking back up to his office. "Class dismissed."

Most stood up immediately, while others lingered for a minute.

"Mr. Potter," called Professor Morrigan. "I want to talk." Harry stood up. Ron, Ginny and Hermione all looked at him. Harry waved them off, saying a quick, "I'll see you in the Common Room. Ron, you are coming, right?"

"Sure."

Harry nodded before following Professor Morrigan in his office.

When he got in, he immediately noticed the crystal ball sitting on his table. There were many flasks and bottles sitting beside it, all cluttered on his desk. The rest of the room didn't look much better. There were random, rusty cages lying everywhere, open trunks and suitcases, books half-read on the ground (dear Merlin, he thought, I hope Hermione doesn't have to pay a visit...), then a rather odd Patronus, sitting on the side of the desk. It stared at Harry intently, making him feel uneasy.

"I apologize for the mess," he said, chuckling. He conjured something for himself and Harry to sit on. Harry furrowed his brow and sat down.

"Professor?" He looked up. "Why are we sitting in...well..."

"Short stools? It's easier for me to look at the orb I got from the Divination classroom." He thought for a moment. "Unless of course, you would prefer a bigger chair..."

"It doesn't matter. I was just wondering. And that..."

"Is a phoenix, yes," replied Morrigan, pointing at his Patronus. "Same as Professor Dumbledore's."

"Right," stated Harry. "Um..." he began, after a moment of silence (and after double-taking the phoenix once or twice. He swore, it was staring straight at him), "Professor, why am I here?"

Morrigan nodded and pointed at his Patronus. "I was hoping I would get to see your Patronus, Mr. Potter." Harry seemed a bit suspicious.

"Why?"

Morrigan shrugged before replying. "Merely curious. You're not the only one I've asked, boy. There were...others."

"Others?"

"A few of your classmates. I have to say many of them were quite good at getting the Patronus right. They tell me you are very skilled at the Patronus charm, and they learned from you."

Harry scratched his neck, feeling quite flattered. "Okay..."

"I had a little trouble with a couple Slytherins, however, is it safe to say they refused to learn it?"

"Er...something like that, yeah." Morrigan nodded at Harry's answer, slightly beckoning him to show him.

He took out his wand, and began to think...

His happiest memory. Quietly, he recited, "Expecto Patronum." Out of his wand, came a white, ghostly looking stag. It gracefully walked up to Morrigan's phoenix Patronus, bowed it's head lightly, then disappeared. Morrigan clapped loud and slow.

"Well done. I can see where they got their skill from," he said, smiling.

Morrigan took out a piece of tattered parchment, something you normally would find in a trash bin, opened it and tapped it with his wand. It enlarged, and began floating up behind the phoenix Patronus. The phoenix looked at it expectantly. Morrigan tapped it again, and Harry stared wide-eyed at a chart with the many different Patronus' of...seemingly random people.

He had to admit – he was amazed. Not by all the various Patronuses, but at the amount of people he had fit into one piece of, what seemed like a crumpled up, old piece of parchment. All of them were moving, smiling at their Patronus.

Harry looked at it and remembered many of the Patronuses of people he knew – he caught a glimpse of Ginny, smiling with her horse Patronus. Luna Lovegood was with a hare, Ernie Macmillan and his boar...Seamus chasing a fox...

There were others too. Aberforth Dumbledore was standing with a goat Patronus, there was Tonks and a werewolf, even Professor McGonagall was with a cat. Then he saw it – Albus Dumbledore, a phoenix flying around his head, then landing beside him. Fawkes. He saw his parents, a stag and a doe, and then...

"Professor Snape," he said, slightly dumbfounded. "His Patronus was...a doe?"

"Indeed. Though, I am not sure if I am the right person to tell you why that is." He shook his head. "Poor Severus. But let's not dwell on it for long."

"Why, Professor? Why do you–"

"Collect these, Mr. Potter?" He stood up off of his chair, as if contemplating something. "I've been searching, and searching...there's a reason...for all of this to have happened. I understand that staring at the Patronus charm all day won't help, but I feel...there is something..." He shook his head. Harry noted that he sounded almost like Dumbledore, even if he was far younger than the old Headmaster.

Then he looked back at the parchment. He pointed at the four corners with his wand, and they glowed brightly, yellow, blue, red and green. Four new figures appeared on the corners of the parchment.

Harry didn't realize it immediately, but as he looked at the red corner, there was a rather large man carrying a sword, and as Harry stared at his hair and beard, he noticed the man greatly resembled a lion. There was no mistaking who it was when Harry saw that his Patronus seemed to share the same great mane.

"That's Godric Gryffindor, isn't it?" he said in amazement. The Professor nodded, and Harry looked at the other corners. He saw Rowena Ravenclaw, an eagle flying around her. Then there was Helga Hufflepuff with a badger, as well as...

"Where is Salazar Slytherin's Patronus?" he asked, rather curious. Slytherin was looking a little grim, but he didn't seem too worried on where his Patronus had gone. This disturbed Harry quite a bit.

Morrigan pointed to where a purple region on the parchment began to glow, and the many people and Patronuses began to step aside, letting through a snake.

In the middle was a woman. She was beautiful, smooth face and bright, silver eyes, wearing violet robes and seemed to have a very interested in something that wasn't there. If I knew any better, I'd think she was looking for Nargles, thought Harry, chuckling.

Beside her was, what seemed, like a fox, helping her with whatever she was looking for.

Slytherin's snake Patronus came up and to Harry's horror, began attacking the fox Patronus, striking it with its fangs and squeezing it as if to make sure it couldn't breath. The woman fell, as if feeling the effect. She was clutching her side, bleeding, even though the snake seemed to be attacking everywhere but.

After about thirty seconds, the fox had fallen to the ground, defeated. The woman fell and seemed to be crying for a second, before fainting herself. Satisfied, the snake made its way back to Salazar, seemingly hissing. Harry was quite happy he couldn't he couldn't hear any of it, because he was quite sure the woman would have been screaming.

"Who...who was she?" asked Harry, tentatively. Morrigan looked at the parchment, then back at Harry. He looked both saddened and incredulous, why that was, Harry didn't know.

"According to books, her name was Vana Vulpslurk...a muggleborn witch." He said the last few words bitterly, and Harry vaguely wondered why. "They also say she was a great friend to all the founders of Hogwarts, was even given the chance of having her very own house to be head of. She seemed to get along with them...all but Slytherin there." He pointed to Salazar. "The books state that he didn't trust her, for obvious reasons."

"Did his Patronus, really..."

"Do that? No, I don't believe so. But it is curious you saw that."

"I...what?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It seems you are one of the only six students, out of all the ones I've seen, to have noticed. All the others claimed the snake to have been with the Great Salazar the whole time. Strange, huh?"

Harry thought for a moment. "Who else saw it"

"I believe your friends Ron Weasley, his sister Ginny Weasley, Brenna Foster and Hermione Granger were four of them."

"And the other?"

Professor Morrigan paused before answering. "The last was Draco Malfoy."

A/N: Ah! Vana has such a horrible last name! Oh well...too late. Whatever.

The 5th Chapter is called "I'm Fine" (by Kimya Dawson) and the song quote is :

"I turned it back and now everything's fine,

Except for the fact that I lost my friend,

But the ends justify the means in the end.

And I am fine,

I'm fine,

I'm fine..."