(A/N: Got another chapter for you all. There's a nice little surprise in here too, but don't jump to conclusions when you see it, all will be explained.)

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Chapter 5: Teaching

Harry walked into the class room. It was his first class that he was going to have with the new first years. He knew what would be coming and was prepared to deal with it. But there was the off chance that the topic wouldn't be brought up.

"Yeah right." thought Harry.

When he entered the class the room went quiet.

"Here we go again." thought Harry, before greeting the class. "Good morning class. My name is Professor Potter. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you will be learning just that. Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Some of the students laughed. Harry's eyes settled on Drake. He was looking at Harry, with great admiration, and giving him his full attention. Harry's gaze was once again pulled to Drake's hypnotic stare. He turned back to the class.

"Now then, if you'll all take out your wands please." Harry continued.

The class excitedly took out their wands.

"Ok then. For today I just want to see what you're each capable of. So, if you'll each-"

"Sir?" cried one of the students.

"Oh boy. Here comes." Harry thought.

"We were wondering. Is it true that you really stopped You-Know-Who?" the student asked.

"Yup. I was right." thought Harry. He went through this every year with the new students. "Yes, it's true. But that is not-"

"How did you do it?" asked another student anxiously.

Harry tried not to smile, but wasn't very successful. "That would fall under the subject of History of Magic. Professor Binns will be teaching you that. But I will be teaching you how I did it."

The students began whispering excitedly.

"Not this year, I'm afraid." said Harry, clearing things up. "That magic is far too advanced for you all. You can't start off at the top. You must work your way up there. Even I started out where you all did. And Voldemort fell before me."

Everyone in the room gasped. Everyone except Drake.

"Oh come now." said Harry. "It's just a name. There is nothing to fear from it. He is gone and you don't need to be afraid of him anymore. If you keep up this You-Know-Who business, you'll never overcome your fears. So, I want to here you all say the name. Voldemort."

"V-V-Vol-l-de-m-mort-t" stuttered the class.

"Not good enough." said Harry. "Now come on. Don't be afraid. Say it without fear. Voldemort!"

"V-Voldemort!" cried the class.

"Much better." said Harry. "See, you can do it. You're all still alive. He didn't come back. And now I want each of you to use his proper name from now one. Understand?"

Everyone nodded. Harry smiled, satisfied. It was the same thing every year. But this year something was different. Someone said the name without stuttering or shivering.

Harry eyed Drake. He would definitely keep his eye on him. But now it was time to get back to teaching.

"Ok then. If you'll each line up against the wall, we can begin."

The class did as they were told. Harry cleared away the desks and brought out a dummy. He stood it up in the middle of the room, and magically made it to stand there.

"Alright. For today I just want to see what you're all capable of." Harry explained. "See that dummy? I want you each to cast a hex at it. Any spell you want. It doesn't matter if you don't know anything yet. For now, I just want to see what you do know. So who wants to go first?"

No one seemed to want to step forward, so Harry just picked someone randomly.

"And what's your name dear?" he asked.

"Emily." squeaked the girl. "Emily Simmons."

"Well then Miss Simmons, if you'll be so kind."

The little girl turned to the dummy. She raised her wand and cried "Expelliarmus!"

The spell hit the dummy. It wobbled some, but that was it.

"Very good." said Harry. "Who can tell me what that spell was?"

Several people raised their hands. Drake's was up the fastest, so Harry called on him.

"It was the disarming spell." he said. "It's Latin for 'to expel a weapon.'"

"Excellent." said Harry. "Five points to Ravenclaw and five points to Slytherin. Now who wants to go next?"

This time the students seemed more eager. This was basically how the class went by. The students used the spells "Stupefy," "Expelliarmus," "Diffindo," "Relashio," and "Reducto." These were, of course, rather common spells. And the effects of them were rather weak, barely damaging the dummy. But Harry expected this. He awarded each student that performed a spell five points. Some of the students didn't know any spells at all, which was fine. They would learn in time. Finally, all that was left was Drake. He stepped forward but hesitated.

"Is something wrong?" asked Harry.

Drake seemed to be thinking. "You said we could use any spell?" he asked.

"That's what I said." Harry replied.

Drake turned back to the dummy.

"Avada Kedavra!" he cried.

Harry's mouth dropped open as the dummy burst into flames. Everyone in the class screamed. Drake turned back to Harry grinning.

"You said any spell." he said.

Harry closed his mouth and nodded. "Yes, I did. Um, five points to Slytherin. Now then, that was very good. Now if you'll all be so kind as to lay out the pillows over the floor."

The students went to grab the pillows. Harry stopped Drake.

"Mister Dursley, please stop by my room before lunch." he said.

Drake nodded and went off to help with the pillows. Harry was still shocked. Drake had used the Killing Curse. No, he not only used it, he successfully used it. No 11 year old should have access to that kind of power. No student. But this wasn't the only thing that worried Harry. Drake also had the hatred in him to make the spell work. Simply using the spell was one thing. But making it work was another. And Harry sensed the hatred behind that spell. What could cause an 11 year old to be able to produce that much hatred? This was as dangerous as it was impressive. Having access to that kind of power at such a young age could be disastrous. He would have to find out more about this later. For now, he had a class to teach.

"Now, you all saw a variety of spells." said Harry. "Some of you knew more advanced spells than others, while some of you didn't know any. Now we're going to practice. Well begin with the simple Expelliarmus. I want you to cast the spell at your opponent as fast as possible. Everyone understand?"

They all nodded.

"Ok then, one, two, three, go!"

"Expelliarmus!" cried the class.

Wands went flying everywhere. Some people didn't manage to successfully disarm their opponents, but it was still impressive.

"Ok, that was good." said Harry. "I want you to continue this for 10 minutes, then we'll try another spell."

So that is what they did. Harry walked around the class, helping those that weren't doing it right, and making pointers to those that were.

When Harry came up to Drake and his opponent he was rather impressed, not that he wasn't impressed with Drake's skills to begin with. Drake was successfully disarming his opponent each time. And on top of that, he was performing the spells nonverbally, which was something that Harry didn't even learn until his sixth year. He wondered how much Drake had been training before he even came to Hogwarts.

"He must be more dedicated to his studies than Hermione." thought Harry.

Drake seemed to sense Harry's gave, because he turned to look at him. He smiled at Harry who smiled back approvingly.

Unfortunately, Drake had let his attention be drawn for too long. His opponent cast an Expelliarmus at him.

Drake immediately reacted, casting a Protego. Harry was once again impressed by Drake's knowledge of spells.

A few minutes later Harry called for the class to stop.

"Excellent! Excellent! You all did great!" Harry congratulated them. "That was a great improvement. So then, moving onto the next spell. Now I want you to try Stupefy."

The class raised their wands.

"Woah, woah, woah. Not so fast" cried Harry, stopping them. "There's a few things we need to go over first. Who can tell me what the spell does before you cast it."

Several people raised their hands. But Harry called on Drake, who was once again the fastest to raise his hand.

"It means to 'dull the senses'" explained Drake. "It's used to stun your opponent."

"Very good. Five points to Slytherin." said Harry. He had a feeling that with Drake's knowledge, Slytherin may win the house cup, which Harry preferred not to happen, being the head of the Gryffindor house. But still, he was a teacher and had to be fair. Drake was deserving these points. "However, there is something about what you all did that I didn't like."

The class looked around at each other, looking concerned.

"I noticed that some of you didn't know what the spell was." Harry explained. "You were just going to use the spell without knowing what it did. This is very dangerous. You never use a spell that you don't know the effect of. I did once, and I regret it to this very day."

Harry shivered, remembering how he had first used Sectumsempra on Draco Malfoy.

"But now the whole reason I stopped you was to ask what you were all plaining to do once your opponent was stunned."

The class seemed to understand what Harry was talking about.

"So, after you stun your opponent, kindly use the spell Ennervate to revive them."

"What are the pillows for, Professor?" asked a student.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well once you're stunned it would be nice to fall on something soft, rather than the hard ground."

The boy turned a little red for having asked a stupid question.

Harry gave him a reassuring grin, then turned back to the rest of the class. "Well then, what are you waiting for? You all seemed very eager to use the spells a few minutes ago."

The class didn't need telling twice. They began launching stunners at each other. Not all the stunners were strong enough to actually do more than knock their opponent over, but a far few did stun their opponent completely.

After about 15 minutes of this Harry called for the class to stop. He once again looked at Drake. His opponent looked very frustrated for not having to cast a single effective spell, and confused that Drake was casting the spells without speaking.

"You all did very well for your first day." said Harry. "So, for homework please read pages 3-12. I'll see you all next time. Class dismissed."

The students exited the class and immediately broke into conversation about Harry's class.

Drake said good bye to Harry and left with the others. Harry watched him go. Harry knew Drake was powerful. He sensed it from the beginning. But what Drake did today, Harry wouldn't have believed if he hadn't seen it himself. He decided he would talk to Dumbledore's portrait to see what he thought.

(A/N: Surprised by Drake's ability to use Avada Kedavra? Don't worry, I'll explain why he's so strong and capable of using such spells in the next chapter. It will all make sense then. But I will give you this hint, in order to able to use Avada Kedavra you must hate someone or something with all your heart.)