Chapter Eight
Arcas nervously shuffled is papers about in front of him. Why he had agreed to teach he had no idea. For one thing he had never taught, nor had he ever been taught for that matter. Well he had been taught to read and write when he was still human, but that was a long time ago and so he couldn't actually remember what it was like being taught. Which was a bitch. More so for his new students than for him.
Still, he could just talk to them about the wars. Maybe see if anyone actually knew anything about their past. Shame no one knew where the Weres had gone. He would have invited them in to talk about their war. Maybe Remus knew something about them.
The first class of the year for him was seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin. Which made him nervous from the chuckles he got from Sirius and Remus. The seventh years walked into the room, several of them clearly had something in their eyes, which was worrying.
Arcas shuffled the papers on his desk once more and then stood up and looked at the students, walking over to close the door behind the last one.
"Ah, hi. I'm Professor Orsini. Erm... I'll be teaching you about the wars of past. Before we begin, do you have any questions?" Arcas asked, leaning against his desk and looking around the room and pointing to a Slytherin in the back. "Er... Sorry I don't know anyone's names. You have a question?"
"Blaise Zabini, sir. What exactly will you be teaching us? We learn enough about Goblin Rebellions in History of Magic, so will you also be covering those?" Blaise asked, getting glared at by a majority of the girls with their hands in the air.
"Ah, well I will be avoiding the Goblin Rebellions manly because you are taught them in another class, but also because they do not really apply to wizards. I will be starting today's class with the Were's war held about ten years ago. Any other questions? Yes?" Arcas asked, pointing to a sandy haired Gryffindor.
"Seamus Finnegan sir. Are you single?" He asked with a cheeky grin. Arcas flushed bright red and looked at Seamus in horror.
"Er... I meant questions about this class. Not about my private life." Arcas said, frowning and managing to control his blush.
"So is that a yes sir?"
"That is a none of your business. Anymore questions about this class? Yes?"
"Theodore Nott. Are you a pureblood?"
"I have no idea what that has to do with this lesson, but yes. I am definitely pureblooded. Which means I will definitely be able to teach you about the history of your wars. Now shall we begin with the actually lesson whilst we have time?" Arcas said, walking back behind his desk and to the blackboard behind it. He tapped his wand on it, using one of the only spells he actually knew to record the information on it that he needed.
"Right then. As I said, today we would be learning of the Were's war. It was held ten years ago and lasted for nearly three. It was held between the main Wereleopard pard based in Italy and the largest Wererat clan based in Spain. The war managed to drag in the other, smaller clans and pards, and also the other Were's. It didn't really gain the attention of the Wizarding world however. For some reason you all believe yourselves above the Were's, which isn't entirely true.
"However, one event happened that managed to make the wizarding world of Europe stand up and take note. Anyone know what?" Arcas smiled as he noticed several students hands shoot up. Maybe the wizards in this world did know their history.
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"So? How did your first lesson go?" Remus asked, walking into Arcas' classroom when his seventh years had left.
"It was alright. They knew some of their history, which was nice to learn." Arcas said, clearing the notes off the board and then turning to search out his notes for the next class.
"What did you teach them?"
"The Were's War. It fascinated me when I watched it. Though the loss of lives was something that was upsetting. Especially for us in the sky. We feel a connection with you, you know?"
"Yeah, don't worry the feeling is mutual. Well at least it is for the wolves. I'd imagine it's the same for the others. Even if I didn't really realise that they actually existed anymore."
"Well I was just proud that some of them actually knew the reason why the wiarding world took notice. Even a couple of muggleborns. Well one."
"Miss Granger?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"She generally likes to er... over achieve. She is very intelligent but I worry that it will all be book smarts. She likes to read ahead to prove that she does know stuff."
"Ah, well she did know some of the facts, but I found that Mr Zabini knew the most. Some of the stuff that Miss Granger was telling me was in fact ministry spouted propaganda. She needs to research her facts a bit better or else she will insult someone." Arcas said, nibbling on his lower lip once again as he sorted out his notes.
"I know what you mean. However, I don't think she is ever going to change. Which is a shame. So who do you have next?"
"I have a free, then I have the first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Why are Gryffindor and Slytherin always together?" Arcas asked, looking at his schedule.
"Ah, that would be the Headmasters plan to try and make the Slytherins and Gryffindor's to actually get on." Remus said, shifting a little to get comfortable on the desk.
"Oh. Is it working?"
"No."
"Ah, right. So where's Sirius?" Arcas asked, looking for someway to change the subject and noticing that his... Godfather wasn't there.
"Ah, he isn't as fortunate as us and has a lesson right now. I believe it is his turn for the seventh year Gryffindor's and Slytherin's." Remus said with a smirk.
"Oh, well good luck to him then." Arcas said with a slight smirk.
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The rest of the day went pretty much the same wit all of his classes. As it was a new class, he had decided he would be teaching pretty much the same things, just at different times. And with less detail for the lower years. It seemed to be working. At least for the time being. There was one tiny little problem though.
His last lesson of the day, his sixth year Gyrffindor's and Slytherin's was... unusual. For one, when one girl entered, Ginny Weasley if he remembered correctly, she fell right into him, making him catch her. Which was strange. Especially as he was standing on the opposite side of the desk to the door.
Then there was the small cat fight between six of the girls to get the four seats at the front of the room. He had no idea how to deal with that, so he just separated them and made them all sit at the back.
And finally, at the end of the class, one of the males actually came up to him and asked him how he got such a good figure. Which was odd. Especially when he decided to try and feel Arcas' chest. Why he would need to do that, he had no idea.
Oh yes, and then there was the note he found in his pocket, telling him to go to the Astronomy tower that night at midnight for 'the time of his life'. Why he would want to go up there, he had no idea. Add on the fact that sitting on the top of a dusty, cold tower was not his idea of the time of his life.
Maybe Sirius and Remus would know. There were also the whispers he heard during dinner. Why anyone would need to know if someone was good in bed, he had no idea. Not that he knew what you could be good at in bed. Maybe they wondered if he was a good sleeper. He would admit that he could normally get a good eight hours, when he needed to. He was a Star though, generally they didn't sleep that much.
Sirius laughed at him when he asked what that one girl, who smelt a bit... sweet... meant when she said he made her feel tingly downstairs. He hadn't meant to brush against her, and he was pretty sure that he hadn't actually touched her skin.
Humans were just plain strange. He also had yet to find out what everyone meant when they said he would enjoy the mating. Of course he would enjoy meeting his mate. What they would do to finalise the mating though. No one would tell him.
Like he said. Humans were strange.
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Dumbledore had called the two elder Weasley's and their children, Bill and the twins, to his office, along with the rest of the inner Order.
"I have called you to tell you that I know who Arcas' mate is." Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Who?"
"Er... Why are we here?" Fred asked, the other two Weasley brothers nodding next to him.
"Ah, well, it would be because the mate is your brother. I have reason to believe the mate of Harry is young Charlie."
"What? Why do you think that?" Molly asked, fanning herself and clinging onto Arthur's arm.
"He had a reaction towards you, Bill. He believed that that meant that his mate was related to someone close to you. Or related to you. The main candidate, someone who fits all the possibilities is Charlie."
"So what do you need us to do?" Moody asked, ignoring Molly who looked like she wanted to disagree or complain.
"I need to come up with a plan to keep him away from Harry."
"Why? Surely it is a good thing to be the mate of a Star and Arcas seems pretty cool. Well when we met him over the summer. Why are you keeping them apart?" George asked, frowning at his parents, who seemed to be in agreement with this plan.
"We need young Harry to win this war. He cannot be allowed to mate and then leave. If he mates with Charlie, then he will leave this war behind and I cannot allow this."
"So you want to keep two people who are meant for one another apart? That's a bit cruel don't you think?" Bill asked, making Arthur look away in shame.
"That maybe but this is for the greater good. Now, is there anyway to keep Charlie in Romania, if not, then we will have to put him somewhere."
"You will have one hell of a problem on your hands if you did that. Charlie is an outdoor type. He would never forgive you if you locked him away. You'll be lucky if her forgives you for keeping him away from his soul mate. You won't have to worry though. Charlie will never leave his Dragons behind." Bill said
"Are you with us? Because I cannot have you telling anyone about this plan." Dumbledore said, gazing at the Weasley sons over his glasses.
"Fine, but I want it to be noted that I am not happy with this. I'm sure Fred and George will back me up on this one." Bill said, gaining nods from the two in question. "However we will not tell anyone and will give you any information you should need."
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Voldemort was once again surprised by his special little mole in the Order arriving in his throne room and prostrating himself in front of him.
"Ah, what is it you wish to tell me? I hope it is good." Voldemort asked, stroking his wand and making the Death Eater in front of him shudder.
"Yes My Lord. I have learnt more of Harry Potter My Lord."
"Well?" Voldemort smirked when his Death Eater flinched away from a very cosy Nagini.
"My Lord. He has a mate."
"Of course he does! Why else would a Star come here? Who?" Voldemort hissed, beginning to think that perhaps he should just curse them even without a reason.
"Ah, my Lord, Dumbledore held a meeting tonight and told us he believes the Stars mate is Charlie Weasley."
"You mean they have not yet mated?"
"No My Lord."
"Find out where the Weasley lives and then we shall make our own plans to capture the mate of our little Star."
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On a cold, grey day in mid September, a strange woman with long white hair walked down Diagon Alley. People stared at this strange being, with her otherworldly elegance. She seemed to glide through the streets with an elegance unseen before. Well except that one time another being such as her came to Diagon. People had to wonder if they were related.
The woman smiled at those she passed and entered Gringotts, quickly gaining the attention of the nearest Goblin she passed. Most of those present were most put out when Gringotts was suddenly closed to all and the doors were locked.
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A week after the meetings of the Order and Voldemort found Charlie walking through the Dragon sanctuary in Romania, keeping an eye on the small, baby dragons inside of the pen he was walking around.
Charlie sighed as he noticed his supervisor coming towards him with a letter. It was probably from his parents, asking him to come home once again. They didn't seem to understand that he loved his Dragons and didn't want to leave them behind. Especially now that they had gotten word that Voldemort was showing an interest in Romania.
"Thanks Geoff. How's Thyme?" Charlie asked, taking the letter off his supervisor.
"She's alright. Her nest is okay, though she is beginning to get a little antsy, I think they are nearly ready to hatch. I assume that is another letter form your family?" Geoff asked, nodding towards the unopened letter in Charlies hand.
"Probably. Asking me to come home again."
"Well you'll never know until you open it. It can't be that bad."
"Yeah it can. You don't know my mother when she gets an Idea in-" Whatever Charlie was going to say was cut off as the letter in his hand turned into a portkey upon opening and whisked him away, leaving a very shocked and disturbed supervisor behind.
"Oh shit. That can't be good."
SO another chapter. Well things are beginning to hot up. Personally I can't wait for Chapter twelve, where things begin to really take an effect. Who has taken Charlie away? You have quite a few factors searching for him. Not least Voldemort and Dumbledore! And who is the Spy?
I know this chapter is somewhat shorter than normal, and for that I apologise, I'm a little stressed right now, but I also wanted to write the next chapter! Also, this story isn't going to be very long and I think we are about half way, if not a little over. We'll see!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you once again to everyone who has reviewed! It is greatly appreciated!!
