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Dear Everyone,
No, I have not abandoned this story but you will have to bear with me as I have been having a really hard time. My grandmother was admitted to hospital with a stroke and the outlook is bleak and to top all of that my best friend has been admitted to hospital because two girls panicked and ran away thus leaving her around 90 brain damaged. I have been writing though this is sporadic as I am still trying to deal with the aftermath. I will put down below all that I have written. I am sorry that this is not enough, but please bear with me. Also I should put out that anyone who reads fanfic written by 'greenflyy' should expect no more updates as she is the best friend I have been talking about. I will try to write but please expect sporadic updates. I will let you all know now that I will have this story finished by February/March at the latest- it will be long though so brace yourselves!
Love,
Miraen
Chapter 7: A Slight Surprise
Previously
The five still left at the table looked at theirs curiously. It turned out that they had Potions first, followed by double Defence Against the Dark Arts before lunch and then Double Transfiguration. It didn't look to bad until he saw the Professors' names. Professor Snape, well they didn't know the man, but DADA turned out to be taught in this block by Professor Sirius Black and Transfiguration was for one hour taught by Professor McGonagall and then for one hour taught by Professor Lily Potter.
The others looked at him sympathetically and he felt Hermione gently place her hand in his. Harry sighed to himself. He just wondered what the tension level would rise to in those lessons. At least they had Blaise and Theo with them for Potions and DADA but then the five would be left on their own for Transfiguration.
He looked down the table and saw a girl with bright red hair staring at the group intently. He at first thought she was staring at him until he realised that she was staring at Ron. He caught her eye and she looked at him for a few moments before turning back to the place in front of her and furiously scribbling something onto a piece of parchment.
Harry sighed again. He could sense this would be trouble.
'Pyros, I think you will be getting an unexpected call soon,' Harry said wearily.
'Why?' Ron answered cautiously.
Dean, Seamus and Hermione glanced up from their plates, their faces set into confusion.
'Because, if that girl is your sister, she is currently writing what I can only expect to be a letter to your dear parents,' Harry answered.
Ron grimaced. 'Oh I hope not,' he whispered.
'Come on,' Hermione said, eager to lift the depression that was slowly settling on the group, 'Time for class.'
'Oh joy,' Dean said wryly, 'More school. We have only gone over these lessons about a million times.'
'So lads, any bets on how many teachers we will be shocking speechless with our talents?' Seamus said grinning wildly.
Harry laughed as he heard Ron, Dean and Seamus bickering about the conditions of the betting in the background. Indeed this would be an interesting day indeed. He smirked to himself.
'Dumbledore thinks he can control us,' Harry thought. 'Well let the games begin!'
Chapter 7: A Slight Surprise
Harry and the others slowly rose from the table in order to make their way down to the dungeons. As they stood up they realised that the entire Hall had gone silent as if waiting for what the warriors would do next. Harry just pulled himself up and gave his famous glare to the watching students. Sure enough, the faces turned back to their food quicker than lightning.
Ron smirked at him, 'Oh that was too easy!' he said gleefully.
Hermione said nothing but the look on her face suggested that Harry would soon be at the end of her tongue lashing.
'Sorry mate,' Seamus commented, thinking of the trouble that Harry would be getting soon.
Hermione pursed her lips and said, 'Right, I believe that we have to get to class,' before turning around and nearly walking into Blaise and Theo who were waiting for the five.
Ron caught up with Harry after having shoved another butter croissant into a napkin and murmured to him, 'Why do I feel as if everything is going to become out in the open now?' whilst looking at a red headed girl sitting down the table.
'Maybe because it is,' Harry said quietly.
Ron said nothing but Harry knew from the look on his friend's face that this clearly meant trouble for all of them.
The seven students slowly made their way into the dank dungeons, slowly passing through the dark winding corridors before arriving at their destination.
'You would have thought that they could have at least fixed this up,' Blaise said, nose wrinkling in disgust.
"If you are quite finished…" a voice came from behind them, "But I believe that it would be prudent for you to get into my classroom."
The seven students slowly turned to face the newcomer as he continued to speak, "But of course with one of James Potter's offspring, I should have guessed that you believed yourself above learning."
Harry gazed into the man's eyes before saying quite calmly, yet with force, "I am not James Potter's son," before turning around and stalking into the beckoning dungeon. The others followed suit not seeing the malicious grin sneaking its way across the man's face.
Snape glanced thoughtfully into the darkness that clung to his dungeon domain. Though he reserved judgment on the latest Potter brat to enter his classes he would certainly use the boy's words against the father. He did not mind Lily at all. Oh no, in school he had maintained a slight infatuation for the red head though this soon stopped later on. The Marauders were always trying to get one on him but now, now he had one over them that would tip the tables in his favour.
Lunch break over, Harry and the others slowly trudged up to Transfiguration, the class that Harry had been most dreading throughout the entire day. DADA had been pretty much a waste of time for the Phoenix Warriors as they had been able to do all the defence/ offence early on in the training and so sat around for the entirety of the lesson gazing off into space or talking to each other telepathically. It had been hard trying to mask their wandless abilities but thankfully a boy in their class had caused a smoke cloud to go off that seemed to cause anyone who had been near or in the cloud to come out in very painful looking green boils thus ensuring an early escape as the class erupted into chaos.
However Harry knew that they would not be able to get away with this in Transfiguration. However much he tossed and turned various possibilities, the fact still remained that their Professors would cotton on to the fact that none of the 12 carried wands meaning that they were all really well trained squibs or they had been tutored in the ancient and lost art of wandless magic. Harry knew that they would go for the latter.
Giving the signal, Harry and the others slowly glided up to the Transfiguration classrooms located several floors up from ground level. The sea of students parted like the Red Sea in silence as the Phoenix Warriors strode through. The door to the Transfiguration classroom beckoned ahead menacingly and the rest of the Warriors followed Harry in silence knowing what this meant to them and their leader.
Professor McGonagall stood at the entrance, lips pursed and back upright, gazing at the new students who had joined her 7th year class. She beckoned them into her classroom and stepped back in amazement as the new students entered. The sheer power that they emitted was astounding! She couldn't wait to see what they were able to do next.
Harry and the others seated themselves down calmly at a table towards the back. The rest of the students congregated near to the front- no one wanted to be near the Warriors. Ron sat at his side and gave him a small smirk. That always seemed to make Harry's life that much better. Hermione gave a small shake of her head though Harry felt her hand slide gently into his right hand that he had placed beneath the table. She gave it a small squeeze in order to reassure him, and it certainly worked.
McGonagall stood at the front of the classroom. "Today class, we will be learning how to turn large inanimate objects into large animals. Like so," she said, her Scottish accent very pronounced, "Fereverto." Her desk turned from its normal splendour to what Harry could only guess to be a rather ugly black pot bellied pig. The class erupted into chatter as the rest of the students eagerly looked on.
"Right everyone wands out. I want you to pick up your textbook and turn it into a dog or a cat. The species is up to you. No mistakes allowed," McGonagall said severely. She glanced over the class watching them pull out their wands from their bags though several students did not.
Harry waited for the explosion to happen. He knew it from the time she asked for wands to come out. Looking at the rest of his team, he knew that they knew it too. He saw her coming towards them.
"Commander Thor, where are your wands?"
'Well,' Harry mused, 'At least she could follow simple directions, like calling him by his chosen name.'
"Well, Professor McGonagall, we don't have wands," Harry replied, seeing no need in staving off the inevitable.
"And why would that be exactly?" McGonagall replied.
"Because we don't need them," Harry said rather calmly. What followed was unseen by any Hogwarts student to date. Professor McGonagall stared at them speechless before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted onto the floor. The rest of the class stared at the Warriors mouths dropped.
"Oh please, shut yer traps before you catch flies," Seamus snapped. On one, the entire class closed their mouths shut with any audible snap. That was too much for the rest of the Warriors and they all erupted into fits of laughter.
A/N: Sorry that that is all I wrote but please bear with me (See AN above.) Hope you enjoyed it and keep on reviewing!
Love,
Miraen