Harry's POV
"I am Professor Holmes." We stared in disbelief at the teacher, and Hermione spoke up. "Sir, was that really necessary? That could have seriously injured some..." "Yes it was necessary Ms. Granger, for several reasons. One, I used that method to gauge how experienced you are from previous classes, which I have been told has been seriously lacking in regime, and how quick your reflexes are. Mr. Potter there demonstrated a mediocre example of anticipation of the enemy, but can anyone tell me what he did wrong?" No one spoke. "Really, no one can tell me? Really, what goes on in your funny, little minds?" Again, no one spoke. He rolled his eyes and said "What Mr. Potter did wrong was leaving his back undefended. He would have to have relied on another person to defend him because the moment he turned away, the shield charm dissipated. If the first opponent had gotten back up after hitting the shield, he could have been killed while dispatching the second opponent. Do you understand now?"
Intimidated, some of the students nodded and he groaned in exasperation. "Ugh, why did I take this job? Alright, I want a 5,000 word essay on the different defense spells that you have learnt, their benefits, their negatives, and textbook situations on which to use them in. This essay will be due next class, you are dismissed." Students ran out of the class, terrified of the tall man with the dark hair that held power over the Dark Arts room. Hermione looked disgusted and opened her mouth to say something, but Ron dragged her out before she could and I chased after them.
-time skip-
Later on, that night in the common room, she unleashed her fury. "How dare he? To attack students was bad enough, and then the way he pointed out Harry's mistakes like that, as if he could have done something else...Urg, I know it's the first day, but I don't think he is fit to be a teacher." "At least, we can use magic to defend ourselves in this class, Mione." Ron interrupted her rant, trying to placate her." "That is not my point Ronald. I mean, I know the man isn't exactly polite in the muggle world, but I thought that was just because of his intelligence. I didn't think that he was a stuck-up prat like Malfoy." I stood up and said "It doesn't matter. Let's get some sleep. We have Professor Moriaty tomorrow morning, and then after classes, Quidditch practice with Captain Watson."
-time skip-
Going down into the dungeons where the Potions room was brought back memories for me. I remembered when Snape had picked on me my first year, and when Slughorn had been my potions teacher while I learnt Occulmency from Snape. He wondered what Professor Moriaty would be like. As students took their seats the professor walked in. Like Professors Lestrade and Holmes, he wore a suit. His hair was gelled back.
Walking up to the front of the room, he turned around and said "Hi! I'm Jim." The man had the largest smile I had ever seen. Some students mumbled hello back, unsure of the new teacher. The man frowned, and gestured as if to beckon us to be louder. "Come on, say hello! Now one...two...three..." "Hello Professor!" The class chorused. "Right, now to business. There will be no cheating in my class, you learn this material, or you get out. If you cheat, I will not only be very surprised, but a bit disappointed. And I don't like being disappointed. I will burn those who cheat. I will burn the hearts out of you."
Good grief, the man was insane. The students eyed him warily all the way through class as he talked about how to use potions in different situations, some of them sounding dangerous, even for me. By the time the class was over, students scrambled from their seats in order to get away from the clearly-psychopathic teacher. I met up with Ron outside of the room, Hermione having taken Muggle Studies instead, and Ron looked rather dazed.
"Blimey, Harry, that man's bloody insane. Did you hear that story about the time he used the potion to blow up that building? Didn't that make the Prophet or something? How could they make that man a teacher? Could he be a former Voldemort follower?" "Whoa, Ron, I agree with you. But if there's any consolation, he'll prob'ly be gone by next year." "Yeah mate, but so will we."
He had a point, by next year, we would be out in the world, free to do whatever we wanted, be whoever we wanted, with who we wanted. I must have zoned out because Ron shook me.
"Hello, anyone in there? Harry, mate, wake up. Har.." "What?" "Just checking, mate, I lost you there." "Sorry." "So, um, what are you doing for the Hogsmede trip next weekend." "Dunno." "Well, um, I'm taking Hermione out for a drink, would you mind if..." "No, 'course not." "Are you gonna take out Ginny?" "No, that ended over the summer. She's dating some Hufflepuff now." "Oh, um, good, I guess." "Good?" "Yeah, now you aren't dating my sister, that was weird, so that's good." "Right."
I really didn't want to have this conversation with Ron, as it was bad enough that Ginny and I had broken up. It just wasn't to be, and that was it. We hadn't really spoken after. And then there was the whole thing with me being a bit more attracted to guys, as I recently discovered. Yeah, it became a gradual thing, when I started taking second looks at men, and then it became more. The only problem was now I had a crush, and I'm pretty sure he was the least likely to be gay. He had a tall build, an air of confidence, pale, perfect skin, and light blond hair that... Great, I was daydreaming again. Damn, I couldn't believe that I had a crush on Draco Malfoy.
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