A/N: Here it is chapter 3. I've tried to make this one a bit longer thanks to a helpful reviewer. So here goes nothing:

Disclaimer: I'm sorry I refuse to write this again. I do not own Harry Potter ok. Can this apply to the whole story now cause I'm fed up of constantly writing it. Chapter 3

"Sirius" the seventeen year old with unruly black hair said to the man next to him. When he received no response the boy tried again this time louder, "SIRIUS".

However the second attempt to get his godfather's attention did not work that much better than the first. Sighing Harry stopped walking down the ministry corridor the pair were currently on to get to Harry's first auror training session and spun around to face his godfather. In a low voice he said, "Yesterday when I was playing quidditch in the yard I ran into Voldemort."

Sirius' reaction had been just what Harry had bargained for. His face jerked upwards like a lost rabbit, a mixture of shock and fear plastered on it; he just about managed to give out a chocked yelp.

Harry rolled his eyes. "What's u Sirius? I've called you about three times and you've just ignored me."

It was Sirius' turn to sigh. Truth was he had been thinking about Harry's parents- Lily and particularly James Potter, and what happened on Halloween. What would life have been like if he, Sirius had cursed Peter Pettigrew rather than stunned him immediately? Would the ministry have thought that he'd murdered his best friends and sent him to Azkaban? Could Harry have lived alone with Remus then?

He couldn't tell Harry that he was thinking about all this. Sirius didn't want to worry the boy, least of all before his first auror training session. Instead he just replied; "Nothing important kiddo, just work ad stuff."

Sirius knew that Harry knew that he was lying. The boy hadn't lived with Sirius for sixteen years and learnt nothing though; he knew better than to challenge his guardian. Not that Sirius was going to give him the chance though, " So what were you trying to tell me?" he said quickly.

"Well I think I saw Ron and Hermione with Mr Weasley further up the corridor and I was wondering if I could go catch up with them."

Sirius smiled slightly at the boys love for his friends. "Sure you can kiddo." "But not on your own," he added as the boy raced ahead.

Harry glared at Sirius, an indignant look upon his face. At that moment his godfather didn't think it was possible for the boy to look any more like both his parents at any one time.

"Sirius, I'm almost eighteen for heavens sake. I think I'm perfectly capable of walking down a ministry corridor o my own."

"Harry I do not care whether you are nearly eighteen or nearly eight. I am your godfather and I am walking down that corridor with you. We all know what happened the last time you walked down a ministry corridor on your own." Although Sirius' voice was light ad even Harry took it to be accusatory and flinched away from the head auror blushing with embarrassment of the memory. Sirius had brought up the one thing Harry had been trying desperately to force to the back of his mind since before he even entered the ministry. Just over two years ago the then 15-year-old boy had allowed himself to be lured into the ministry as part of Lord Voldemort's plans and his godfather had almost died because of it.

Noticing his discomfort and slightly pained expression Sirius draped an arm around his godson, who gratefully shuffled closer to the elder.

Ron, Hermione and Mr Weasley (who was just leaving) were already inside the training room, which was basically a large room, rather like the Great hall if it was emptied, with a grey floor and a couple of shelves with instruments rather like the ones in Mad-eye Moody's office.

As Harry entered his two best friends immediately began waving him over, their grins slightly broader than normal. Harry glanced over at his godfather next to him.

"You go over to the mate," said Sirius, "I should head to my own office how. Listen don't worry about auror training hey, just focus on giving dear cousin Nymphy hell from me. Have fun kiddo!" Saying that he pulled Harry into a fierce hug and kissed the top of his head.

As Sirius went out through the door Harry walked over to his two best friends. He knew something was up just from the way that the pair were grinning- knowing someone for seven years does strange things to a person.

Sure enough the moment Harry was within earshot Ron was practically jumping down his throat half yelling, "Guess What?"

Harry resisted the strong urge to roll his eyes. But before he even had time to answer Ron was talking again, red in the face (even by Weasley standards) and bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement as if he was bursting to tell Harry what ever it was and couldn't wait a moment longer.

" I'm engaged mate! Me and Hermione are engaged! I proposed last night Harry, and she said 'yes'. We're going to get married! I was dead nervous at first you see…"

The rest of Ron's words sounded like nothing more than a distant roar in Harry's ears. He was in a state of shock. His two best friends were getting married; to each other- If Harry had been holding something would have most likely dropped it in shock. I mean he knew that Ron and Hermione had been dating for the best part of two years, but engagement… it just seemed so far away.

Noticing Harry's sudden silence Hermione cut of Ron's monologue by cautiously asking, "Harry, are you all right?"

Suddenly Harry burst out laughing, surprising himself just as much as the people around him. He just stood there howling with laughter oblivious to the odd and confused glances not only Hermione and Ron were giving him but now also various other students from around the hall. Ron and Hermione were finally getting married. After their constant bickering, their constant quiddich/homework clashes, their constant denial. Harry wiped tears of laughter away from his face. Maybe if I didn't have Ginny then I would have been a bit jealous or even upset Ginny- the new idea formulating inside his brain sobered Harry up a bit.

"Congratulations, both of you! So Ron tell me all about your proposal." Breaking away from his slightly wounded expression that his best friend found his engagement so hilarious, Ron was more than happy to comply.

He began telling Harry every little detail, over exaggerating in places where he was gently corrected by a smiling Hermione.

To anyone walking past, Harry would seem like any ordinary seventeen-year-old curious about his best friend's proposal. However the boy-who-lived had other intentions on his mind. He was actually trying to pick up tips for his own proposal somewhere in the near future. Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley had been a steady couple for almost two years now, and engagement had been on his mind for a while though. He never thought Ron and Hermione would get there first though.

Ronald's story was almost over when two slightly older aurors strode into the room. The male was tall and black where as the witch had paler skin and green hair in short vertical strips- Kingsley Shaklebolt and Nymphradora Tonks.

As the pair walked up to the front they threw a couple of winks at the golden trio and a "Wotcha guys" from the female.

"Right everybody," Kingsley's voice seemed to boom around the large room as if he was speaking into an invisible amplifier, "For those of you who do not know I am Professor Shaklebolt and this is Professor Tonks"

" Just Tonks will do fine thanks guys!"

As the attention of the class was drawn towards the green haired witch the room full of seventeen to eighteen year old students burst out in a quite mutter, mostly regarding Tonks' unusual appearance and casual attitude.

Harry, who was completely unnerved by both took this as an opportunity to look round at his new fellow classmates.

There weren't that many people that he recognised from Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione and himself were the only ones from Griffindor. There was Susan Bones from Hufflepuff and another olive skinned Ravenclaw girl who Harry vaguely remembered as being called Adiya Neola.

The hall immediately fell silent as Kingsley, or Professor Shaklebolt started to talk, " Right. All of you people standing in this hall are here with the intention of becoming an auror. Let me warn you before we start that it is a difficult and dangerous career path. You will face many situations where you life my be at risk and not only skill will help you but also physical strength and stamina, knowledge and will power"

On the other side of him Harry saw the dopey grin slide of Ron's face only to be replaced with an almost fear like expression. He wasn't the only one either, it seemed that, that look was circulating all around the classroom. Hermione's face however was shining with determination as if she were just about to sit one of her famous exam

Papers. Harry was one of the only ones whose face remained neutral the whole time; though this was mainly because Sirius had told him the speech before hand. Apparently Kingsley had practiced it in the office until he could recite it without any prompts.

" That is why in these classes we will teach you not only spells, but will also train you in fitness and finesse. We will be splitting you into three groups, each run by a separate one of us. All those whose surnames begin with the letters A-I will be in group one. J-R will be in group two, and S-Z will be in group three. For today group one will be learning factual and historical information with Tonks."

Hermione positively beamed upon hearing this.

" Group three will be practicing various charms and potions with myself."

"At least I get Kingsley," whispered Ron leaning over to Harry. "I wonder who you have mate. Sirius only mentioned that Tonks and Shaklebolt would be teaching didn't he?"

After the students whispers had died down Kingsley continued his little speech, "And Group 3 will be doing physical exercises taught by a new Professor which some of you already know; Professor…"

As if on cue the double doors at the back of the room burst open revealing a man in long black robes. Harry's mouth dropped open in shock.

A/N: Three chapters in three days, I never thought I could do it. Surely that deserves a review. Tomorrow's a Sunday, which means I might be going out and the next chapter might have to wait until Monday. If it does then I promise that I will put two chapters on together. Tell me who you think the mystery professor is, I'd really like to know whom you guys all suspect.

Cheerio for now,

Zainy