Harry Potter and the Half Bloods: Chapter 6
by Agent Reptile
Disclaimer: not to seem lazy but for the purposes of secrecy I will only say that those who own some of the stuff in this fic have the rights to them and the stuff that they don't own is mine. Note this chapter will have graphic use of sexual words and foul language, if you can't see through that then don't bother to read.
A purple haired petite female was busy working on a console as the image to the audience comes into view.
"Oh hello." Getting up from her table we see that she is approximately five foot 4 inches tall with a very fair completion that seemed almost unrealistically so. "I guess that you are here to read the next chapter of Harry Potter and the Half Bloods, so I won't take up too much of your time. My name is Catty, android unit originally created by the Solinoid High Command to observe the combining of my creator's race with that of our ancient foes."
A slight smile graces the female automaton's face as she gets up and faces the audience, her golden eyes now clearly visible. "Now, however, the situation has changed that such observations of *merging* and *crossbreeding* are no longer needed, or welcome in most cases. Therefore I spend most of my time working on the computers while keeping a detailed record of the organisms I encounter on this 'prehistoric' land. And if you are wondering what I do when not hard at work?"
As the female android pointed slightly off camera, we see the monstrous form of a mechanical skeletal velociraptor walking towards Catty in a slow menacing pace. Instantly it stops in it's tracks and squats down with mouth open as if about to lunge at her with deadly intent. Instantly though, it's body began to shift around like a rubix cube being twisted and turned around. Faster then it takes to tell, the robotic dinosaur's feet and hands had changed places and the raptor's head shifts down to form the chest area as a humanoid robotic head moves up to take it's place.
"Well, I've found a subject more interesting than my fellow Solioinds." Catty says as the transformer walks closer towards her.
"Dear why is it that you are introducing this chapter?" The transmetal's tooth grin was bordering on sinister, though one could argue there was a loving nature to it with the way that he interacted with the other automation. "Agent Reptile is more...punctual about these matters and hates not to introduce his own work."
"He said that he needed to take a few days leave into the jungles and that it couldn't be helped...strange that it seemed to coincide with an seemingly innocuous monthly event of my biological shipmate's reproductive system."
"I have never heard of anything like this before...are you sure that it is so harmless as you say?" Dinobot asked, scratching his chin.
"Yes, though Agent Reptile did leave a large stash of chocolate for them before running off."
"Organics are...very strange sometimes." Dinobot said as he filed the new information away for later, before opening all data tracks that he had on pleasing his beloved while Catty pressed a button on her computer which caused the screen to go black.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Pain, pure unadulterated pain was now coursing through three very unlucky wererats as they were subjected to the Cruciatus Curse, courtesy of one Lord Voldemort.
"Now, let us see...you took the bomb Hogwarts, through a secret passage, and then as you were about to plant the device when all of the sudden you were surprised by a flash of light and caused the weapon to go off?" The malignant villain hissed at this mercenary's failure.
"Look it wasn't our fucking fault." Lydia replied as the pain neurons in her body stopped firing. "The damn students were on the other side of the God damned castle and your ass-whipped peons were supposed to make sure that the staff was cleared from our entry point so we could slip the thing under Double-butt's office and set it off."
The insulate wererat may have had a point. The wererats were only to carry the bomb a short ways so that the house-elves and ghosts wouldn't notice three rodents armed with a deadly weapon moving through the castle. This "bright flash" likely was the sole reason that they had triggered the premature detonation of the weapon.
"What my minions were or won't supposed to do is irrelevant to the fact that you had failed miserably." Voldemort boomed with furry. "However, this mistake wasn't without it's benefits." the mutated dark magic user smiled in a manner so inhuman that the Grinch would be envious.
"While you were unable to do any damage to either the students or staff, you did unveil a rather interesting fact." the malignant villain said as he paced from side to side within the hide-out. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor seems to be a family man, utterly devoted to his wife and child. This love...this weakness of his...shall be his undoing, and with Dumbledore's new lackey out of the way Harry Potter will be defenseless against me."
"Alright fine, so we now have to either kidnap or kill this new teacher's family. Not something we haven't had to do before." Romeo said as he recovered from the pain inducing curse.
"Hopefully with better results that you have had with sabotaging and explosives." Snape said, in his usually detesting manner.
"Like just give us a picture of the guy and his like family and well take care of the rest of the stuff." Moisha said causing everyone to believe that she had all of her brains stuffed into her chest.
"This..." Bellatrix said pulling something from within her robes. "Was taken by one of our spies about a week ago pretty. Take a good look at your targets and get it right this time."
"Fine." the usually foul-mouthed member of the trio said as she took the animated image from the utterly insane member of the Black clan, she took special care to look over every detail of the targets, and something just seemed so familiar...
As Lydia took a very good look at the wife of the family she noticed that the tall blond woman with a figure that made the wererat very jealous, with cat ears and....
"Oh fucking Hell no!" Lydia screamed as she nearly ripped the photograph apart.
Although the Death Eaters had gotten used to the ratgirl's foul mouth, the shear volume of her explicative was such that it grabbed everyone's immediate attention.
Having to put up with McKraken's tongue for the better part of the last few years, the other two wererats just leaned over their associate's shoulder to see what exactly she was cussing at.
"Like who is it Lydia?" the air headed wererat asked her teammate, completely ignoring the profanity that was blasting out of Lydia's mouth.
"Don't tell me that the new teacher is that tiger guy and his wife is that damn werecheetah." Romeo groaned, thinking that said scenario would be the most dangerous one to encounter. "Or that Dr. Diggers and his wife are our targets."
"No Romeo worse. It's that damn girl that got us stuck in that fucking Leprechaun prison." Lydia nearly cried as she slapped herself in the face and started to groan.
"Oh like that's not fair." Moisha said as she took the picture from her *slimmer* compatriot. "We have to put up with being trapped in a magic jail, escaping through the dark and moldy sewer system, then having to like deal with Zero's training again, and now we find out that the girl we tried to blame for taking the gold to repay Zero is now married to this total hunk and has this like totally cute daughter."
"Our life's not fair." All three wererats cried in a state of total and complete despair.
"If life was fair then I wouldn't have been defeated by a lowly baby at the time in which I was at my greatest point of victory." Voldemort hissed like a viper while holding his wand as if to curse the three belligerent vermin before him. "However, I am sure that you will find that the disgust that you three feel at being cheated out of glory shall allow you to complete your mission."
The disgusting smugness shown by the "Dark Lord" was bordering on the obscene.
"Now go before I decide to test out a few new curses I've heard of on you."
"Got it boss." The three rodent lycans said as they immediately shifted into their animal forms and ran off to face the wrath of a soon to be very pissed off member of the Diggers family, rather than face the ire of a currently pissed off and essentially a-moral manipulator of the dark arts.
"Such...energetic minions don't you think so Wormtail?" The tone of Voldemort's voice was as cold and inviting as the ice and snow of the Arctic Tundra, however emanating from the inhuman sound of Voldemort's voice one could feel an almost humorous tone.
It soon became apparent to all Death Eaters assembled that the reason their Dark Lord had pointed our the rat animagus was that he was now googally eyed and drooling on the floor. Apparently he had been staring at Ms Rich's chest the entire time and hadn't noticed a thing that was going on. A quick use of the Cruciatus Curse and Wormtail was once more focused on his lowly position as servant to a megalomaniac.
"Clean up this mess Wormtail." Voldemort said as he turned and walked away.
It was late in the morning as the students made their way into the new and possibly frightening class of Sexual Education, okay embarrassing would be a better word for the sensation now coursing through the young men and women's bodies but still.
At any rate we see that this particular classroom was one of the older rooms at Hogwarts that hadn't been used for anything in years...namely due to an unfortunate incident with a terrible stink bomb a couple of decades ago that caused the entire castle to be evacuated for a period of three months. To add to the horror, the magic used to make the reek was strong enough that it had caused the room to be unusable for over ten years.
As to who exactly had done this...well there were these four friends that...sorry that's a story for another day. Back on topic we see that this particular class was made up of Gryffindor and Slytherin boys that, for the most part, looking forward to their sexual education from the hottest thing to visit Hogwarts in several centuries.
"Well Harry what do you think we will be learning today?" Ron asked, expecting that this would be a class in practical matters rather than one on theory in much the same manner as Mr. Maximov had been teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts portion of these students' education.
"I don't know Ron, but if this is anything like what I have heard of Muggle schools then don't get your hopes too high." Harry said, thinking that this was a far cry from the hormonally generated fantasies.
"Well Draco what is this class all about?" the boy sitting next to him asked, another "pure blood" by the name of Blaise Zambini asked.
"Not a clue, perhaps the aging fool was overcome by his hormones and just wanted to keep that blond bimbo that is that damn Yank's wife occupied." Draco said as his face developed a very distinct smirk. Oh Karma is truly a bitch at times.
"Well Draco Malfoy I'll be happy to tell my husband just what you think of me." a very nice, but at the same time malevolent, voice. "You will be staying after class Malfoy and before you leave you will respect me as your teacher, and as a professor at this school got it?" Brianna said as she walked from the back of the class room.
Draco was in a total state of shock. Once more his mouth had gotten his butt into more trouble that he was actually worth and he was sweating bullets as cold shivers ran down his spine. Little did he know at that point Brianna didn't just know how to please a man beyond anything in the wildest imaginations of most males at Hogwarts, she knew how to hurt them as well. Oh the horror that the heir of the Malfoy family was going to endure... well he'll get what's coming to him.
"Hello I guess that all of you know me as Mrs. Maximov, from your Headmaster introducing me and my family at the start of this school year. But please just call me ma'am or Professor Maximov, either title is appropriate enough and respectful enough without making me feel old." Brianna smiled as she sat on top of her desk and smiled at her students.
"To be honest I haven't taught this, or any other, class before so this will be a new experience for all of us. And hopefully a very enjoyable one." At this point Brianna's smile and sheer physical beauty was more than enough to grab the attention off all the students in the room, but she wanted them to be actually learning something rather than just staring at her the whole time.
"Now there are a few things that need to be taken care of before we get anywhere into our lessons in this room. Number one this is a 'sexual education course', meaning that I am going to be teaching you everything that you need to learn to be able to enjoy a healthy and happy sex life with whoever you choose to be with. The primary portion of this class will revolve around such things as how the male and female body works, how reproduction actually happens, the consequences of unsafe sexual practices, what the heck sex actually is, essentially what is referred to as the 'birds and the bees'."
"Number two; there will not be a practical for this class, nor will I expect you to use what I teach in the immediate future, so don't go around asking girls to help with you learning how to physically 'make love', 'fuck', 'screw', or any other work to indicate the physical act of achieving mutual orgasmic ecstasy through grinding of hips, oral sexual methods, bondage, the hot train through the wet tunnel, or any other methodology needed to get your rocks off." As Brianna continued she could see that just about every student that was sitting down listening to her had develop several glaringly obvious signs of embarrassment, and very likely arousal.
Heavy blushing and several heads turned away from her in bashful manner betrayed their very naive and perhaps boyish natures within. A few of the male's had developed a physical reaction to Brianna's speech, which they would be very glad that they had been wearing robes to hide. And an even few others had...well they needed a change of robes and learn a little more control before they would be able to have any reasonable expectation of being able to please a woman.
"Number three on our list is that this class doesn't actually have any books for you to go and get at Diagon Alley." Brianna sighed. "Sorry to tell you but there are no wizard health books that would be appropriate for us and those that had things close to the topic at hand were meant for doctors actually practicing medicine not for teenagers. So I want to tell you that I went out of my own pocket to actually make a book for you to use. I was able to get some of my own books, a lot of medical research, and some great artist to do me a few favors and get a workbook that I believe to be age appropriate and not too technical."
Brianna smiled, as she went behind her desk and pulled from there a large set of shiny books that seemed very different from those usually used at Hogwarts.
As the students opened the books up they noticed several things. For starters they weren't hardbound, but seemed to be held together in a slick filmy paper that only about a millimeter or so thick and the pages were all in typed form in which the letters and pictures seemed to be one with the pages rather than written by a quill. The books also seemed much more...flexible than the usual text used in classrooms at Hogwarts.
It was Harry that figured it out instantly; these were muggle books that Professor Brianna Maximov had special made just for this class. Were wizards really so uptight that they wouldn't let her make these at any magical publishing company. I mean come on these were for a health class for crying out loud.
Several of the student were confused as to the strange and unusual books, but seemed to understand that they were functional if nothing else.
"So if you would please keep these in good order I would appreciate it." The smiling teacher said as she walked down the center of the room, handing books to every student.
"Sorry to say but you can't write in these because your headmaster wants the next years to be able to use them and the school doesn't have the funds to get more at this point." Brianna sighed as she made her way back to the head of the class.
"Well first things first." Brianna said as she took a stick of chalk and began to write on the board in front of the class.
"What is sex?" Three simple words forming a simple question to which there was a response of total and complete embarrassment from most of the students. Others were cocky enough (no pun intended) to think that they knew everything on the topic.
"You can't get through this class without knowing exactly what sex is. Now what would you think sex is?" Brianna asked as she smiled at her students. "Anyone?" The lycanthropoid smiled as she turned her head from side to side scanning from one side of the room to the other. "Oh come on here. I'm sure that you are a normal bunch of healthy inventive hormonal teenage males that can't help but notice that little Ms Susy has gone through some changes since you started at this school years ago. And you couldn't help but notice that she has begun to look much better to you than before. So come on and just through some ideas out."
The students were now heavily blushing at this and couldn't be over how open this particular Professor was so open when dealing with such an intimate topic.
"Fine if you are so...uncomfortable talking to me about it with me." Brianna giggled. "What is it that is so embarrassing about talking about it with with your professor?" Brianna played the innocent card to a T and was finally able to get one of the students to come forward to give her an answer.
"Well no office Professor, but...well...you're a woman." A certain Ron Weasley answered with his face red as a beet.
"Really?" Brianna said as she stared down at her impressive chest. "Didn't notice." The southern blond laughed out loud. "But I get the point. Relax everyone relax." Brianna said trying to contain her laughter as she made a downward pushing motion with her hands.
"I understand that it may seem a little...strange getting a lesson in sex from a woman, but you don't have to be embarrassed by it. The whole purpose of this class is to teach all you teenagers caught between boys and men the truth about what sex is, the rules involved, and stop the perpetuation of myths and misconceptions when it comes to sex. Think about it for a second: who would be better to teach a bunch of guys about the art of love making, and more importantly about women, than a woman?" What Brianna didn't add to that sentence was "who has been there and done everything", but she didn't want to come off as a total slut...she was a faithful and loving wife who strangely never even thought about straying from the bedroom...or the bathroom...or the backyard at night....or the counter top of her kitchen in the afternoon while her daughter was in class....well where she did it wasn't important so much as who she was doing it with; her husband.
"If this is going to be so much of a problem then I'll just turn my back and you can throw ideas up so that I don't see which one of you actually made the suggestion." Brianna smiled as she turned her her back to the class, giving them a pretty good view of her silhouetted backside. "And would someone please start giving ideas so that I know at least one of you isn't staring at my ass the entire time."
A dull thud was heard as one of the chairs hit the floor. Immediately Brianna turned her head to see exactly what had happened, and noticed that one of her students had fallen out of his chair with a nose bleed.
"Oh my Gah....Are you okay?" Brianna said as she lifted the fainted student's head up and checked to make sure everything was alright. "What happened?" Brianna held the student's head in her lap as she began to clean the blood flowing from his nose.
"Oh that's just Nevile Longbottom ma'am. Blood just shot out of his nose as you were...teaching and proceeded to faint." one of the Gryffindor boys said the student...this Nevile Longbottom began to awake.
"You okay there sport?" Brianna smiled down at her student, looking very much like an "Angel of Mercy" with his blurry vision and the light from overhead.
"Yea, I think so...didn't mean to stop your lesson..." He smiled sheepishly.
"Oh no don't think about it. What's important is that you are alright. Nothing broken is there?" Brianna said as she helped Nevile get to his feet.
"No, just fainted sorry happens a lot to me actually..." Nevile said very uncomfortably as he saw Professor Maximov in a new light. "Sorry."
"No I should apologize." Brianna said taking a breath to collect her thoughts. "I was teasing everyone to get them to lighten up and open up to me. Sorry class didn't know that some of you would be that sensitive." Brianna said trying to rethink the way to get the lesson across without harming her students.
"Forget it Professor, that's just Nevile for you. Can't seem to do anything right." Draco said, as he had regained enough nerve to needle others again. In retaliation Harry and Ron were about to open a vocal tirade on Draco, but Brianna held her hand out blocking them.
"Draco let me tell you about being a teacher, now I may not have a lot of years under my belt but I do know that a true teacher, be it a professor, sensei, instructor, other any other person that you learn from always cares about her students, each and everyone of them. No matter who or what that student's problems are, a teacher will always go the extra mile to help them in any way that is within their power. I will not allow you to needle, pick on, or otherwise bother your fellow student in a malicious manner in my classroom, no matter what age, gender, physical or mental handicap, or anything else that could be used for belittling." Brianna said as she stood over the annoying Slytherin.
"If anyone wants to tease or prod in a mutual teasing manner go ahead, but like the Virginian says 'say is with a smile friend'". Brianna then just let Nevile use some tissues to stop the bleeding.
"The Virginian?" Ron asked.
"It's a book, that was later made into a movie....but if I really wanted to do it right I should have been pointing a .45 at Draco's head while I said it. But I'd get in trouble for something like that." Brianna decided to just get back to her lecture at that point.
"Now any ideas what sex actually is?" Brianna had her back turned to her class as she asked, but her cat ears could swivel around so she would know exactly who would be asking.
"Isn't it how babies are made?" Ron asked, while he scratched the back of his head.
"And your family would know a lot about that." Draco mumbled under his breath.
"Impregnation is a part of sex." Brianna said as she wrote under her question. "So we have reproduction, any other things that make up sex?"
"How about dominance and submission?" A Slytherin named Theodore Nott suggested.
"With all relationships we have in life there is a certain level of submission and dominance, what each party is willing to put up with from the other, who in charge of what's going on...or where you talking about a specific fetish?" Brianna asked. She would have gone into detail about D/S games and bondage, but that would ruin the surprise.
"My father always said that it was only good if the man was in control. Since women don't seem to enjoy sex." Draco said, making an even bigger ass of himself.
"Maybe because your father couldn't get your mother off no mater what he did." Brianna said facing Draco and tossing the piece of chalk in the air. "See Draco you just exposed one of the many myths about sex that this class is going to have to debunk. Women like to have sex, we like to screw, fuck, grind, what have you. In fact some women enjoy it even more than men do."
"Thing is men are ready to have sex at any time day, night, whenever because the female of the human race, along with most other sentient ones, doesn't have an external signal to her mate that she is in season, heat, whatever. Because of this hidden nature to when either myself or another woman is ready to conceive, males like you had to be ready to perform whenever one of my gender showed that she was interested. So there is a little bit of power play and the all consuming drive for reproduction as the basis of sex. However sex has developed into much more than that at this point...any other ideas?"
"Physical pleasurable activity?" and uncertain Gryffindor named Seamus Finnigan asked, his face was bright red and his head was pointed towards his desk.
"Ah another wonderful part of sex, and one of the reasons that most people do it." Brianna said as she began to write on the board again. "Sex is a very fun, very pleasurable activity that is meant to be shared between two people...or more if your into things like orgy or threesomes." Brianna just hummed to herself as the collective students' eyes nearly burst out of their heads and caused a few to fall over in the chairs, luckily this time everyone got up and to work as if nothing was going on.
"This is getting ridiculous." Brianna thought to herself as she observed the students get back into place, a drop of sweat had formed on the back of her head. "Okay that may have been a little much for a first day..." Brianna said as the sweat drop had formed to about the size of a cantaloupe. "But honestly here we have to get over this embarrassment if we are actually going to learn anything here." Brianna said as she tried to at least get some teaching done in this class.
"Okay now that we have some idea as to what sex is, lets work on how it actually works." Brianna said as she pulled out an old projector and set up a white sheet over the blackboard.
"Someone please shut the windows." Brianna asked as she used her new wand, a thirteen inch piece of American Redwood in which contained both unicorn hair and the inner sinews of an Hungarian Horntail. Needless to say it was the most bizarre wand ever made in Olivander's entire carrier...and likely made under the effects of a large quantity of alcohol. This didn't take away from the fact that it was a fantastic instrument of magic and was, as Brianna put it, "her second favorite wood to play with".
One of the Slytherins, being closer to the windows and not wanting to test the professor's patients, decided to take care of it . The Slytherins it seemed wouldn't have the privileges that they did under Umbridge, but if they played their cards right and gave at least the appearance of being obedient students, then they may at least not have to face some serious karma backlash.
As the windows closed, Brianna aimed her wand upward and then sharply down as if flicking a light switch to the off position. "Neat." Brianna thought to herself as she put her wand away. "Wonder if I turn this thing side to side it will do mood lighting?" The lycanthropoid thought about it for a few seconds, then decided to try it out later with Vlad and just get back to the problem at hand about teaching these wizards.
"Alright my students, since you have a basic idea as to what sex is in general, we shall take a look at the playing fields." Brianna hit a switch on the projector causing a picture of an average man to show up on the screen. "I now that everyone here is at least familiar with the equipment they have, but we are going to go a little further into how it actually works."
"You know Harry, knowing how open this professor is on sex, I'm surprised that she didn't have a picture of her husband up there." Ron said as Brianna hit the projector's button again changing the image on the sheet into one of half of the man's outer layers of skin and showed the organs within, much to everyone's confusion.
"I actually thought about asking him to do that for us Mr. Weasely, but I decided that I was the only one who should have the privilege of seeing him in the buff. Much to the dismay of your female classmates, so in fairness I won't be undressing when we go over the parts of a female body." Brianna smiled in that sweet, very feminine, very mischievous way that she always does when talking about sex, and with a straight face too.
"So lets just continue on with how your young male bodies actually work. Please open the books I gave you to chapter 3 I think that you will find a similar chart with the various parts of this generic individuals anatomy. You will have to memorize this short list of body parts that is essential to a healthy sex life, not to mention your health in general." Brianna continued to go on about the male body, in a surprisingly scientific but at the same time in the usual light hearted and and very happy manner. The class, however, just groaned.
"Hey I'm doing this for your benefit people remember that." Brianna said as she continued to explain how each and every one of the students' reproductive systems actually worked. It was slightly frightening to meet a woman who knew more about how their bodies worked than they did. However, to a few of the more...earthly students, it would seem that they were developing a great interest in this Professor Maximov. They began to just imagine what the taller blond with a killer figure would do to them knowing so well how to a man's body works...
It was about five minutes into their fantasies that everyone of them came to the obvious realization that there happened to be another Professor Maximov at this school who would know a lot about male anatomy as well, more importantly how to cause it tremendous and almost unending pain for those who would dare to touch his wife. As long as he could claim that he was teaching them how to deal with the dark arts Professor Vlad Maximov would be able to get away with just about anything.
On the topic of Brianna's husband, muffin, warm cuddly monster hunting bed warmer, we see that he is with a few first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws who were told that they were in for a special surprise.
"Hello class." The large and imposing figure of V.G.K Maximov said as he looked over his assembled student body...what scant numbers that their were.
"Hello Professor Maximov." they replied.
"Well as promised I have a real surprise for all of you, something that almost no one in this entire school...let me amend that almost no one in the world has ever seen." The smiled gracing the face of this professor was one of sincerity and pride as his daughter closed the door behind her and locked it.
"Really Professor? What is it that we are going to see today?" A young and very energetic Ravenclaw by the name of Gregory Patt asked.
"Sorry Mr. Patt but that would ruin the surprise for everyone. Now let me start by asking a question: How many of you know what a lycan is? Just raise your hands please."
Almost immediately the entire group of Ravenclaws and a large number of the Hufflepuffs arms were in the air.
"Okay so we all have at least a beginning idea of what we are getting into. Now how many of you got this knowledge from such things as movies, cartoons, comic books, or the official Ministry of Magic's leaflets?" A few blank stares happened on the student's faces.
"Excuse me Professor but what are moo-vies and cart-uns?" a Hufflepuff named Abby Sanders asked.
"Muggle entertainment...think of a theatrical play, but instead of being on a stage you see it on a screen and everything has already been recorded so you can watch it again. I'll rephrase the question then. Any fictional depictions of lycanthropes?"
The hands shot up again.
"Okay. Well what you think you may 'know' about lycanthropy is only part of the real story. I'm not saying that what you were told is fiction per say, but it paints and incomplete picture of what lycanthropes are." Brenda walked up to her father's side and smiled at him.
"You sure you want to do this cub?" Vlad said in a very hushed tone as he knelled by his daughter. The little lycanthrope was almost shaking she was so nervous, and her dressed in saddles and a purple sweat suit didn't seem right. Something was defiantly going on here and the students didn't know what to make of it.
"Well, I think that I should because it's right, and well you and Mommy Bri and Aunt Britanny would be proud and well...I think that my birth Mom and Dad would be proud if I at least tried." Brenda replied. She was unsure and apprehensive about it, but there was great courage in her heart, and that would have to do for now.
"Cub, I think that they are always proud of you. Now if anything happens I am right here for you." Brenda nodded as she stepped in front of her father and smiled.
"My Dad asked me to help him teach you a few things about real lycanthropy, stuff you may not have known...or maybe even thought was possible. Please I want you all to know that I am just like anyone of you, I'm not a monster, I'm not evil, and everything that you feel I can feel." Brenda said as she morphed into a slightly taller, more powerful cheetah/human hybrid being. It was at that point that the reason for the girl's odd garments became obvious. As her body grew in all dimensions she would need clothing that would be able to stretch with her
"So um...any questions?" Brenda chuckled as she tried her best to look as friendly as possible.
"Are you really a....I mean you just...changed...and?" One of the Ravenclaw girls by the name of Mandy Drake asked.
"I'm a full fledged one hundred percent werecheetah, rarest of all lycanthropes. I also happen to be a true lycan so I was born this way. Please you are free to come closer and get a better look...I won't bite and even if I did my lycanthropy is sealed so I can't make anyone into a werecheetah." A few, very timid students came up to the lycanthrope and took a look as they walked around her.
The professor's daughter was cute, without a doubt, and seemed as if she was holding back a lot of uncertainty and almost...fear? but from what? surely it couldn't have been from the mere wizard students?
"Are you really not dangerous?" Abby asked as she got close to the taller girl. "I mean you are part predator right?"
"So are humans silly. I'm fully sente....senta....Dad what's the word I'm looking for?" Brenda asked turning around to face her father.
"Sentient." Vlad said as his arms crossed over his chest, keeping his distance from his daughter, but providing enough of a presence that no one would have attempted to make any moves on Brenda.
"Sentient: noun, meaning one who is of intelligence and independence of mind to have their own thoughts, opinions, and concept of self existence." A very bright, but seemingly bookish Ravenclaw said.
"Correct, 10 points to Ravenclaw for defining a very important word for today for all those who may not have know exactly what it meant." Professor Maximov said smirking.
"So you aren't really cat-like are you." the Hufflepuff named Nancy Thomas asked.
"Oh I am very catlike." Brenda smiled. "I love tuna fish, chase string, birds and mice...but I don't eat them because Mom and Dad say it will spoil my appetite for dinner. And I have superhuman senses so I can smell what you had for breakfast, and could hear all your conversations "
"What characteristics of the cheetah do you have? I mean since you are part cheetah and...."
"Oh very good question. Well I'm very very fast, but not as fast as my Mom or Aunt Britanny." Brenda said very happily. "My Aunt Britanny is so fast that she can break the sound barrier."
"She can run over 725 miles per hour? how long can she hold it? How long does it take her get up to that speed? How can she survive that speed? and?"
"Wait hold it...please one question at a time. I may be super fast, but I'm not that fast." Brenda said taking a breath. "To answer your question, all lycan's are magical creatures and we can do things normal creatures can't. I don't know exactly how it works, but I think that my mom would be able to answer that."
"So there are more than just werecheetah's and werewolves? How many lycan's are there and how is it that you are some bloodthirsty, ravenous monster?" One of the Ravenclaws asked. "Uh...no offense."
"An understandable question, and I can answer that one." Vlad said as he took momentary command of the class. "About ten thousand years ago a powerful sorcerer, wizard, magic user of some sort named Iceron created the lycan races to be his minions. Now he was responsible for the breeding of other races such as griffins and minotaurs, but the lycans were his crowning achievement that he was going to use to conquer the world." Vlad said. "Very long story short, this particularity evil entity failed to rule the world and his creations eventually were freed from their loyalty curse due to the spell running out of power. Don't try to make your own lycan army because it won't work, and don't try to make yourselves lycanthropes because it is more dangerous than you could possibly imagine."
"Right uh thanks Dad." Brenda said as she looked back at the other students.
"Are their other lycans out there in the world? Outside werewolves and werecheetahs?"
"Oh yea many many more." Brenda answered. "My friend Shelia and her brother Garfield are both werejaguars, uh I've met a werepanther, a werelion, and I think two weretigers Dad?"
"Yes you have met Nali and Tigra." Vlad confirmed, but silently thought back to actually meeting that perverted pretty boy he wanted to smack that weretiger around with the Soul Reaver for a while, just to teach him not to make such raunchy passes at this wife.
"Wow, so are lycanthropes as endangered as real large cats?" A certain Gregory Mendell of Ravenclaw asked.
"Unfortunately more so. You see me and my aunt are the only werecheetahs left in the universe...except when my cousin Tiffany gets born."
"Wow that's sad." Nancy said. "Is it lonely being one of the last of your kind?"
"It is a little, but I have my Dad and Mom, and my Aunts and Uncle, and the rest of my family that really love me so it's not so lonely."
"Can I feel your fur?" a very different question, but at least an honest one.
"Well okay, but don't try to rub me the wrong way okay...like if I was a house cat or..." Brenda said while being very greatfull that her fur covered her blush.
"I understand." Nancy said as she brushed the back of Brenda's arm, feeling how soft and smooth it was. "Oh it is so nice to feel, like having your own coat that you can grow if it gets too cold, and it looks so nice on you."
"Well thank you, but I'm a cheetah and it doesn't really do anything for insulation."
"I don't understand?" Nancy stopped stroking Brenda's arm for a second as she pondered what he werecat had said.
"It's easy actually Nancy." Gregory said as he motioned to see if he could get a feel as well, which Brenda let him feel her other arm. "Cheetahs are native to the savanna region of Africa. A very hot, arid, and open grassland, in which having layers of fur to keep heat in could lead to dangerous overheating."
"Correct Mr. Mendell, another ten points to Ravenclaw and another fifteen points to Hufflepuff for you Ms. Thomas."
"But professor what did I do?" the Hufflepuff asked, very confused on what she had done to earn her house any points.
"You took the leap from the lions head, or perhaps more correctly the cheetahs head Ms. Thomas." Professor Maximov said as he got everyone attention.
"But I didn't jump anywhere Professor? Certainly not from your daughter's head." The girl asked, not understanding at all what had happened.
"To leap from the Lion's head doesn't mean to actually leap from the head of a large cat. You took a leap far greater than that...a leap of faith. You had to trust in yourself that you were doing the right thing, and had to put your trust in another who you didn't know if they would actually hurt you. That is why you earned your points and why I will not let those points be taken from your house no matter what another professor says."
The entire group of student were absolutely flabbergasted. This was the man who had been the most physical demanding and perhaps even the most difficult professor ever to hold the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and now he was rewarding them points just because they were being nice with his daughter, what was up with this.
"Please continue to ask questions, we've still got another forty five minutes before this class is up."
"Well, what benefits are there to being a werecheetah, outside going really fast?"
"Uh I can heal from just about any injury with superhuman speed, I have superhuman senses so I can see, smell, and hear all much better than any human alive. I can regenerate any damaged wound or limb in a matter of hours, I can't be killed outside magic, another lycan, or by silver...the last of which I will never even touch."
"I heard that silver can kill a lycanthrope, but just touching it?" One of the amassed Ravenclaws asked.
"Silver burns all lycanthrope's on contact, literally we will burst into flames were it touches us and it hurts like being dipped into a lake of Hell." Brenda said as cold shivers just ran straight down her spine.
"Uh sorry."
"You didn't know, and it's better that you know that to unintentionally hurt someone's feelings." Brenda said as she looked up.
"So how do you each at the dinning hall if all the utensils are made of silver?" on of the astute members of the student body asked as he thought back to what they were using to eat with.
"Well to be honest they aren't really silver." Brenda chuckled. "You see what you use to eat with is really just brushed steel." Brenda sighed in relief.
"Brushed steel? How could you tell." The growing sense of familiarity that had been developing between the students and Brenda had seemingly removed any and all hesitation about being around a creature that, for all these student's cared she was just a furry person with a lot of neat things to tell them.
"Well, since lycans have to be able to avoid silver we can actually see a sort of....shiny blue on any silver object so we don't go anywhere near it."
"What else does your lycanthropy give you." George asked as he noticed, strangely, that Brenda didn't have any whiskers in his *hybrid* form of hers. But it made sense if he thought about it for a while. "Such as why you don't have whiskers like other cats."
"Oh good question. I think that the reason that I don't have them in hybrid form is that I can see in the imfa-red spectrum I think it's call."
"Infrared cub, the spectrum of light that is created from heat." Vlad said, before returning once more into the shadows of obscurity.
"So do you have any other powers? Or is just being super fast, shape shifting, and super healing everything?"
"Well I also can do this." Brenda smiled as she lifted the desk at the front of the classroom over her head...granted it was with both hands but for an eleven year old cheetah/human hybrid to lift a solid oak desk over her head with no difficulty was a very powerful display.
"That's a solid oak desk that you are lifting above you head right?"
"Yep, maybe two hundred pounds or so." Brenda said as she placed it back down in about the same place that she had picked it up from.
"Two hundred pounds?"
"Well give or take. My Aunt Britanny's even stronger. She can lift about 15 tons if she wanted to, and of course there are other kinds of were that are even stronger."
"Uh any chance that you would want to share this gift with us?" A very intimidated, and at this point timid Ravenclaw asked.
"No, no never ask to be bitten by a lycan, true or otherwise." Brenda said as she rushed up to the student, a very sad and pleading look in her eyes.
"But you have all these amazing abilities and well...."
"You're jealous aren't you?" Brenda almost cried. "Please don't be. I mean I have all these abilities, but I can't cast spells, I'm no witch, I can't sit down and use silverware, I'm usually picked on because I'm different, and on top of all of it I have to hide my true nature most of the time here because people would think that I'm a monster. Also even if I did bite you wouldn't become a true lycan, you'd become just like those stories of werewolves that you've heard about...the ones that kill out of a love of killing. And on the slim chance that you just become furry like me....you'd sort of be stuck in hybrid form all the time and be unable to change. So never, ever let a lycan bite or scratch you because it's dangerous...and I even think illegal in some places."
"So people have known about lycans like you for how long?" one of the Hufflepuffs joked.
"Oh some places have known for centuries. But since most humans either hate or fear us, there are very few places that lycans choose to show their true nature, and most of the time lycans choose to live outside the habitation of most normal people...sort of how muggles can be afraid of wizards and witches." Brenda replied.
"So how can one be a true lycan?" Gregory asked, hoping for some sort of loophole that he could become a werecheetah too, mostly because he thought that it would be cool to actually be one.
"Well you kinda have to be...born one." Brenda chuckled. "Sort of like how you have to be born with magic...but in this case if your mother is a lycan then you will be a lycan...your dad well I think you may get a few lycan traits at most...but it's your mother that has to be a lycan for you to be a lycan."
"So we can't become like you?" Several of the disappointed students moaned.
"Sorry. But think of it this way, would your parents appreciate it if you suddenly came home and were covered in fur and had an overwhelming desire to run like crazy...not to mention turning into a full cat at some of the worse moments?" Brenda's joke had been intended to lighten things up, and perhaps it would have worked if not for the clock running out and bell ringing.
"Well hope that you liked this little demonstration." Brenda chuckled as she was rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment and uncertainty.
"Oh yea it's really cool, can't wait to tell everyone about who you're an actual werecat..." Mandy said as she and the other students began to pick up their books and leave.
"Actually, could all of you please keep that as our secret for now." Brenda asked, though not in the same pleading manner as she had been asking before regarding the class not to hate her, but rather in a more friendly tone in which she could be called mischievous. "So please don't ruin it for the other students when they have this class." Brenda winked at this...an true to form it was a very fast wink.
"Oh. Well could we at least tell our families that we met an actual werecat?" Mandy asked, really wanting to immediately write down that she had met, interacted, and hopefully befriended a real live werecat. Her non-magic family would be so jealous, especially her "Thundercats" obsessed older brother.
"I don't see how that would be a problem, and remember class don't spoil the secret." Professor Maximov said as the class was getting ready to leave.
"Uh, excuse me professor but I do have one question." A very shy and mostly reclusive Hufflepuff asked. The student in question was of very meek build with slumped shoulders and constantly looking down at his feet.
"I always have time for my student's questions." Vlad said while preparing for his next class and making sure that Brenda's little demonstration of her physical strength hadn't caused anything in his desk to become dislodged or damaged.
"Well, if Brenda isn't actually a danger to anyone....then why did you bring her into a 'Defense Against Dark Art's' class?" The student's question caused Vlad and Brenda to stop momentarily, and really was a profound assessment of the situation.
"I am surprised no one bothered to ask that before...Mr?"
"Sam sir, Sam Macord."
Vlad just stared for a second. "Sam Macord? That's your actual name?"
"Yes it is Professor Maximov...uh sir." The sheepish smiled on his face that he was trying to hid made him all the more cute in Brenda's opinion.
Now it must be known that werecats, especially werecheetahs, are very empathetic creatures and attracted to all things cute, or boys who cute as the case may be, and Brenda couldn't help but wrap her arms around the guy's back and hug him.
"Awe it's okay. We're friends right?" Brenda purred as she hugged the young boy, making him very embarrassed that a much bigger girl, who had just lifted several hundred pounds over her head, was now hugging him like he was her little brother or something, and the she started to....purr?
"Brenda let him have some space. If he gets any redder he may get a nose bleed."
"Oh so sorry Sam." Brenda chuckled as she let her new friend go.
"It's quite alright Brenda."
"Now on to your question Mr. Macord, what is evil's most powerful weapons?"
"Pain and Death? I don't know sir."
"Nice try, but the true answer is ignorance and fear." Vlad said as he got eye level with his student. "Darkness is the absence of light, and because of this knowledge and wisdom it fears above all else, which is why I had you and the other students here remember those two lines on the first day of class. Remember, 'In the absence of light...'"
"Darkness prevails." Sam finished.
"Exactly. What we did in this lesson was teach how to defend oneself from evil by gaining knowledge and wisdom." Vlad said to his wide-eyed pupil. "Now the bell has rung and you need to get to your next class." The daywalker rose up and got back to what he was doing.
Brenda, not one to just dismiss a friend, tapped the young man on the shoulder and hugged him.
"See you later Sam. And as a friendly suggestion you might want to start looking up and smiling more...and maybe work out a little to boost your confidence." The werecheetah smiled as she once more resumed the form of her humans side. "You'd make a lot more friends if you were more confident in yourself." Sam nodded a little bit...and actually found himself sort of drawn towards the teachers daughter...okay so she was cute, and her hybrid form was so cool, and her hugs were kind of nice...awe yes the beginnings of "puppy"...uh "kitty love".
The door to the room shut behind the young man as Brenda walked back to the head of the classroom.
"So cub, think that you're up for another class like that?" Vlad said as he and Brenda proceeded to prepare the classroom for the third years students soon to arrive.
"I think so Dad, but I don't know if I can transform again so soon."
"Well that's okay. This class's lesson won't be on lycanthropes, but if you want to learn about how to deal with boggarts, then the sixth years are going to learn the how to cast a repel." the girl's father replied as he proceeded to haul a large trunk out of the classroom closet.
"Oh that neat spell that creates an impenetrable forcefield around a person? Cool." Brenda smiles as she helps her father move stuff around. "So you think that I did a good job? I mean did it make any difference?" Brenda's tone was that of an uncertain child, wanting to know that everything will be okay while at the same time waving on the uncertainty of self doubt and potential failure.
"Cub you did the right thing, you just have to trust that others will do so as well, and I bet that by this time next week you will be the coolest kid here." Being a typical father, with a kid needing some reassurance, Vlad rubbed Brenda on the head causing her hair to tousle to and fro. "Well my next class should be here soon, so why don't you see if your mother needs any help?"
"Sure Dad, bye bye uncle Raziel." The werecheetah smiled as she went back to her room to get something more appropriate on since her demonstration was over.
Propped up against the side of the wall we see the Soul Reaver sitting cock-eyed with the brilliant blue ethereal eyes inside the skull occasionally flashing.
"See you soon Brenda." the trapped soul replied. "Uncle Raziel? I've got to say that this daughter of yours seems to accept others into her 'family' very easily my old friend."
"What? If I was in your position I would be honored that such a wonderful little girl sees you as a welcome member of the family. Besides people with family groups always organize those that they are around into family roles to make sense of things, even if it is on an unconscious level." Vlad smirked at that. "Besides would you rather she think of you as her brother or something?"
"UH...perish the thought old friend." The ethereal eyes seemed to role inside the sockets of the skull. "So you going to teach these kids how to use Repel? Wandless magic isn't very well known here but that if they could learn it they could block any attack up to a period of five minutes."
"Good that you remember at least some of the things from before you were cursed into a wraith." Vlad said as he prepared to teach again.
Speaking of people being cursed, we shall travel back in time a few moments and see what has befallen the other Professor Maximov's class. The amassed male students were carefully watching their teacher as the bell was about to ring.
"Well looks like our first day together is over, but I hope that it was informative for everyone...if not a little...different perhaps." Brianna Maximov was about ready to blush, but not out of some sort of sexual embarrassment but rather out of the fact it was the first time that she had been a teacher and wasn't sure how she came across with this truly first impression.
"But please remember that all of you have homework that will be due at our next meeting and you will be tested on what is both in the book and what we go over in the lecture." Shortly after saying this the bell rang and everyone was getting up to leave. It was one Nevile Longbottom who decided to take a moment and talk to the new professor.
"Uh..high...uh Professor Maximov I wanted to say that...well thanks for not ignoring me or thinking that I'm just 'Nevile Longbottom'...and I think that you did a good job today...and uh see you tomorrow then?"
"Sure, besides I was at fault for causing your reaction...and I hope I didn't make a fool out of you." Brianna smiled, trying her best to make her student feel comfortable. "Well I need to get back to work, but feel free to come by my office if you need to ask me anything about this class or anything." Brianna smiled as she erased the chalk on the black board.
"Sure..thanks..bye." Nevile hesitantly smiled as he left the class, leaving only Draco Malfoy and Professor Brianna Maximov in the room, and the former was trying to sneak out the door.
"And where do you think you are going Malfoy?" Brianna asked, her tone the same that she would use on a certain shape-shifting former lover by the name of Genn. With a simple flick of her wand, we see that Draco Malfoy was now parallelized as the desks and chairs slide around to the sides of the room and stacked themselves up on end.
"Now, I may be easy going and have no problem about being called a few things: nymphatic, blond bombshell, love or sex machine, fucking hot piece of ass....but I take extreme offense at a select number of words. Especially being called a bimbo." Where once her eyes were showing an bright and happy appearance with a slight mischievous look to them, Brianna's eyes were down right predatory, filled with rage and aggravation.
"Ligatio!" Brianna yelled as she aimed her wand at the student. Instantly Draco found his wrists and ankles bound in hard leather straps that had seemingly just appeared out of thin air. With another wave of her wand, Brianna had replaced Draco's school robes with a tight black leather costume that was chaffing like crazy, and left his backside completely exposed.
"Now I know exactly how to teach little pricks like you respect me, and don't bother to yell for help or anything since your Potions Professor Snape believed that a silencing charm would be needed to insure that my lessons weren't heard by certain sensitive ears." Brianna's fangs were almost gleaming as she grabbed the side of her robes and pulled hard causing them to dissipate into a wrapped bundle in her arms.
What the new sex-ed teacher was now wearing was a literally skin tight leather vest that covered her chest, abdomen, and just barely covered her crotch and looked like it was about to be ripped apart trying to hold her breasts in. This was complimented by a pair of high-heel boots that came to halfway up her calf muscles so that her thigh and ass was seen, and her arms had some sort of meaningless bracer covering her forearms. The very sight of this woman in that getup was making Draco border on a nose bleed.
"Now...I am about to educate you in a sort of sexual practice that some muggles enjoy, but I doubt you will." Brianna smiled as she pulled out a ridding crop and began to press it ever so slightly against Draco's back. "Now I know that you have a fifteen minute break between classes and I don't have anyone coming here for a while...so lets start with disciplining you."
"mommy..." Draco wined pathetically.
"CALL ME QUEEN!" Brianna cried as she held the ridding crop back and then...
Several minutes later one Draco Malfoy was walking out of the classroom with a very sore back and several...strange thoughts going through his head. With several minutes of having his backside and butt smacked with a ridding crop, by a woman who he believed without a single doubt in his mind was completely mental. Luckily for him he wouldn't have to explain the weird marks on his body due to his professor conjuring back both his and her cloths...and a note excusing him from possible tardiness due to
"Teaching this particular student how to properly treat his teachers with respect."
Draco was fuming at this insight against him a pure blood wizard and member of the house of Malfoy *see arrogant worm about to commit huberous* and he was trying as best he could to think of a way to get back at that...that bimbo
"EAAHH!" Malfoy cried as he felt his ass being hit again. "What the bloody..." Malfoy then noticed that he had been given a second piece of paper, a letter addressed to him.
"Dear Draco Malfoy,
I am very ashamed at how you referred to me and I will not tolerate it in any shape or form again. You probably have discovered that the thought of the word 'bimbo' has caused you to feel like being paddled on the backside. Get used to it Malfoy. As much as I truly loath to interfere with another person's thoughts, I made sure that the crop I used will cause you to feel the same exact feeling as me spanking you whenever you think or call me several names including 'bimbo', 'slut', 'whore', 'hoe', 'bitch', and a few other names that you probably don't even know. This is intended to prevent your bratty manners from continuing. So until you start showing people a little common decency, you will be spanked as if you were a spoiled child. As soon as you learn to hold your tounge, the spell with breakdown and stop altogether.
Sincerely yours
Brianna Diggers Maximov, youngest person ever to earn her bachelors, masters, and Ph.D., sexual education teacher for Hogwarts, high queen of nookie and all things that go boom.
P.S. this note will explode five seconds after reading. Have a nice day."
BOOM!
Draco Malfoy found himself on the receiving end of a massive explosion that knocked him flat on his ass. As he got to his feet, the teenage wizard found a diminutive version of Professor Brianna Maximov with huge eyes and head...almost like a house elf but a lot cuter...waving her head and right index finger at him in a scolding manner. This went on for a period of about fifteen seconds then the image dissipated into golden dust.
The irate teenager was going to think of some smart alack comment, but decided to hell with it and went on to his next class, wondering who in Merlin's name had come up with exploding letters?
At that same moment at Diagon Alley, we find that two red-headed geniuses with a pension for causing maximum chaos in short order were having a sneezing fit.
"Well that was...." George started.
"Quite peculiar?" and Fred finished.
"So dear brother how does our inventory since our discussions with a certain Yankee blond beauty?"
"With her ideas on exploding paper for prank letters? Selling off the charts my dear brother, and all because we added a little powered blast ended shrewt fluid into the paper process."
"So another wonderful product of ours is flying off the shelves. And mom thought that our little business wouldn't be anything but a flop..."
"And yet once more we have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that a little imagination can go a long way." Fred and George said as the two of them got back to stocking their shops shelves, and seriously considering hiring some extra help with their store since they had gained an enormous jump in business and didn't always have the time to invent new and wondrous gag products.
We shift our seen to the far side of the castle as we notice that a certain "boy who lived" was now sitting next to a certain Hermione Granger. Both of these student were busy listening to Professor McGonagall, or rather Hermione was...Harry was still getting over the idea of seeing what his insides actually looked like.
For one who never had seen the inside of a human body, the lesson had been a little more than he wanted to know...or for that matter thought that Hermione would have wanted to know. It is not to be said that Harry didn't have a basic understanding of how "the birds and the bees" worked...but didn't exactly know it...mechanically worked. He imagined for several seconds if any other professor would have been able to be so...technical in the manner in which they were to teach this new subject?
"Well Snape possibly as he would be that methodical...but no definitely not someone I want to learn anything about sex from him." Harry thought for a moment as he realized that no matter how different (or eccentric) she seemed to be, Professor Brianna Diggers was about the only one at Hogwarts who he saw who could be able to teach such a subject. Be it because of the vast knowledge that she possessed, or because the idea of having any of the other Professors try to teach the students anything about sex would be....okay it was repulsive to think of some of them teaching it.
Neville Longbottom, as we shall take a moment to look at, was caught in sort of a dream world of his own. His eyes had glassed over and he was running the image of Brianna Diggers looking over him with genuine concern and interest. During the entire duration of his existence at Hogwarts (okay amend that: his entire life), Nevile was without the simple affection of a loving parent. Hell most of the time he was seen as a waste of space not good enough to be acknowledged at any point and his own family was well known for treating him like the runt of the litter or a bad running joke. However, in one act of kindness and unfettered concern, the newest Professor at all of Hogwarts had given onto this young man the first taste of genuine parental love that he had felt in his entire life.
Neville was caught in the middle of his day dream as he replayed the image of his teacher smiling over him caring about him, even helping him to his feet. It was one of the most memorable things in his life, and that was including going up against Voldemort and his Death Eaters at the Ministry. It was truly the first time that he had been shown anything close to absolutely selfless love and concern of a parent.
Professor McGonagall had noticed that the males of the class were distracted, and knew very well what class they had just come from. "It seems that once more we have an eccentric professor that makes it hard for me to teach my class. Next stop will be to talk to this 'Brianna Maximov' and see just what she is teaching in her class." While at first opposed to the idea of the subject that particular class, Professor McGonagall knew that some sort of education was needed for the developing students if for no other reason than she had to go through school
We shall now take a moment to see what the villains are doing as we make a short journey to the outside courtyard of the school grounds. Three oddly colored rats were now scurrying out from the shadows and into the campus grounds with one thing on their minds...okay maybe two things on their minds if you break succeeding in their mission and not getting punished into two things.
"Now if I was that overdeveloped blond, where the fuck would I be?" Squeaked Lydia in animal form while running under a stone bench.
"Like I would be in bed with that yummy man of hers." Moisha said as she licked her lips.
"Or she may very well be with her daughter as her husband is likely teaching." Romeo said as he tried to cover himself behind some of the bushes.
"Well where ever she is, we will find her and make her pay for us being shoved into that damned prison for....say Mo is that cat looking at us?" Lydia asked as she noticed a particularly ugly orange house cat with a snub face looking at them with curiosity.
"Like yea, why?" the purple rat answered as she turned her head and noticed that particular cat was at this moment looking at them with great interest. The tan furred rat, from either arrogant pride to simple old stupidity, marched over to the cat and proceeded to back slap it across the face.
"Now listen pussy, we aren't your lunch to get the fuck out of here. Do you understand that?" Lydia nearly yelled. Her answer was swift, and painful. Crookshanks pulled back one clawed front paw and "SMACK".
Lydia was knocked back about three feet and badly stunned.
"Uh Romes?" The purple colored rat said as she looked over her very troubled foul-mouthed comrade in arms, who was now out like a light.
"Yea Mo?"
"Like start running for your life!" Moisha Rich yelled as she grabbed onto Lydia's tail and started running like crazy into the castle.
"Why are we running Mo, we're wererats?" Romeo asked as they rounded a corner...with Lydia fishtailing into the walls.
"Like you want to be taken for a tour of that cat's digestive track? You can like count me out." Moisha said as she was going as fast as her four little legs could carry her.
This particular level of unbearable terror lasted for about five minutes as the rats scampered under furniture, passing student's legs, and past several ghosts, and a very outrageously dressed specter who was laughing his ectoplasmic ass off at the sight. When it did eventually stop, it was because the two conscious wererats ran into one particular student with bright green eyes.
"Hey watch it." Brenda Maximov said as she was making her way to the dinning hall to get lunch.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH WERECHEETAH!!!!" the two rodents squeaked as the passed out in terror, and were quickly overtaken by their aggressor.
"What was that all about?" Brenda thought to herself seeing the three unconscious rodents now under a very irritated cat. "Hello kitty." Brenda smiled down at the feline as the cat looked at her for a moment.
"Not trying to eat another student's pet are we huh?" Brenda asked, sort of understanding the desire to chase something on occasion, and hoping that it was only a game for fun. "Besides they don't look appetizing to me, so why don't you come with me to the kitchen for some tuna." As if the tiger coat feline understood everything that Brenda was saying, it perked up as if hitting a prime patch of catnip with it's tail standing up like a flagpole.
"Okay follow me then." Brenda giggled as the house pet started to rub up against her leg. It was a few minutes later that the wererats regained consciousness.
"What the fucking hell hit me?" Lydia cried as her face began to heal the claw marks and large bruise on her face.
"A very large house cat who knocked you out after you cursed at it." Romeo said as he shook his head getting up.
"Well at least we are like in here." Moisha said as she looked around to see where they were. "Wherever here is." the three wererats looked around and noticed that they were in the middle of a darkened hallway.
"Well I don't see that cat around, or that infernal werecheetah." Romeo squeaked as he noticed that all the painting had seemed to have gone to sleep.
"WHAT! That motherfucking bloodthirsty monster is here?" Lydia cursed as she started to cower in fear.
"Calm down Lydia. I don't think that it was the werecheetah from Georgia...maybe there was more of them than we thought and one of them's here as a student."
"Regardless of where the werecat from Hell is from, we must inform Lord Gotherwaine of this as soon as possible." Lydia squeaked as all three ran off to find the Slytherine's dorm and back to the student Death Eaters to which they were supposed to be hiding as pets.
Meanwhile, in Gotherwaine's European office somewhere in the underground of an undisclosed major city, we see the aged wererat looking over his files as he sat in front of a roaring fire.
"So tell me, what reason do you have coming to me this evening seer?" The elder wererat asked as he looked over to his hooded guest.
"Why merely to aid you in your upcoming battle against one who has cost you most dearly." This being's smile was as deceptive as the weak body this particular being was confined to.
"You do know that I have made many foes in my life, you must be most specific." Gotherwaine said, completely unaffected by the attempt of his guest to foe his favor.
"One who is now and will be a thorn in the side of you and your latest associate in a short time, one who has allied himself with a family that you have cursed for several decades, one who has taken from your own flesh, and one who has held your life at the thin edge of death, and one who's blade has wanted to feast on your life's blood for the past eleven years. Yes the one who's choice to save a werecheetah cub's life spared your own." the man chuckled as he tapped his staff on the ground.
"The daywalker?" Gotherwaine's voice was but a whisper as he now focused all his attention to this one uninvited guest.
"Indeed. The blood drinker who walks in sunlight, and master of the accursed blade known as the Soul Reaver. He who had gained a union with the Diggers family by wedding the youngest of the sisters and now has been called by his commanders in Rome to your very doorstep with the possibilities of calling one of the greatest armies formed to fight evil magic users. An army that, if brought out in force here, would be a great danger to you and your success." This seer was cackling as he described our hero. "And he is not alone here. Brought with him is his beloved bride: a beauty of such grace and intelligence that she is known to bring men to their knees as babbling fools. His daughter too has come with him, the youngest of the rarest of all lycans, and one who has already been forging alliances that will a world that you have gone to great lengths to keep in the dark."
"So that overdeveloped catgirl that caught those three in Ireland and the child that werecheetah was giving birth to are now at Hogwarts. So I shall have to personally take care of things there." Gothwrain smiled as he plotted his sweet revenge against the lycanthropoid and the extermination of the werecheetah cub.
"Arrogant fool, full of huberus and stupidity. Have you forgotten old rat that you lost a kidney to the Soul Reaver? That the soul within the blade, Raziel, knows your taste? He knows your very soul wererat, and the moment that you are near the school grounds that you will feel as if your very life is being drained from you? Your breath will be taken from you in mere seconds as the Reaver's hunger turns ravage. No!" the seer's fury caused Gothwrain to react in shock.
"If you want to survive this turn of events then you must never go near the school or it's new teacher."
"And tell me, why is it that you wish this one dead, no one does something for nothing." the old and frail looking rat said as he lit up a cigar and listened intently to the man now commanding the full attention of the lycanthrope.
"I wish nothing more than the simple pleasure of destroying the one who has already destroyed me."
"So what? Revenge I have seen is a poor excuse and never profitable."
"For one is already dead, it is reason enough...or one is to be dead and cannot escape from death it is the same." the man said clutching his staff in total rage.
"And how are you already dead seer, you seem in decent health as it is." the wererat's smart assed comment didn't seem to cause much reaction in the other being.
"Oh by this time I have been dead for many many years. Brought down by the blade of one destined to end the madness of a world corrupted by darkness with my death and the death of my master. All that I have left is the one chance and petty revenge by cursing the one responsible for my master's death as well as my own. And that is why I have use for you and your associate Tom Marvolo Riddle." the man said as he walked around using his staff as a cane.
"You seem to know a lot for someone who know much for one who has not tried his hand in the game of underworld events." the wererat smiled, knowing that the birth name of Lord Voldemort was not used sparingly but instead to show that he is someone of at least partial knowledge of the underworld.
"Oh I know much oh great wererat. I know much, Iceron." the hood the man was wearing was partially pulled back to reveal his aged and bald head with a odd eternity emblem cut into his head. "For I am Mobeus, the time streamer and master manipulator of the chronological. And it is you oh grand creator of the lycans, who will either bring the Lord of Nosgoth, the Dragon of God to his knees with grief, or meet death at the point of Divine Judgment."
To be continued.....
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Sir I believe that you can come out now." Dinobot said, days after the opening sequence, as he tapped on part of the floor then left the room.
"Well that was fun, and sorry about not being at the start of this thing, but I'm doing my best to be inconspicuous at this point." the green and black garbed ninja said as he lifted a trap door under the floor of the computer room. "As much as I love my brides, I know better to be around a bunch of lycanthropic space amazons when they....when they have their monthly women problems."
The ninja slips out from under the hidden location and into the computer room with not a sound. "Hopefully the chocolate and such I have left for them will have been enough for them while I was out. Now if you will excuse me I have to go before..."
"Before what dear?" A certain weresmilodon said as the male tried to slip down the hallway.
"Oh....uh...Hello Eluza how are you doing?" The sweat drop now on the top of the ninja's head was growing by the minute.
"Fine thanks for asking. Thanks for the nice chocolate bars by the way." The pink haired lycan said as she munched down on the sweet treat. "Now you've been gone for about a week and we had no idea where you had gotten off."
"Sorry but I didn't want to..."
"Yes I know and understand. Seven distraught and irritated women, six of whom you are married to, all ready to go off in an instant and you are likely to do something that triggers such without meaning to do so. Leaving until we were feeling better was actually a very good idea." the Solenoid Captain said as she enjoyed her treat with rare self-indulgence.
"So you aren't upset or anything?" the male reacts in shock.
"As much as myself and my crew pride ourselves on self control and discipline...maybe except Lufy, we long ago learned how our body's occasionally make that an impossibility so we decided to mark on a calender about when we will be under the effects of our physiology."
"Oh..thanks." the stealthily clad man said, completely shocked at the relative ease that he was being treated with after being gone for a week with little a word.
"Welcome dear, now what exactly is this wonderful food and where can I get more?" Eluza smiled as the candy bar was disappearing fast.
"Let me complete the author's notes and I will tell you."
Author's notes: Sorry that this chapter took forever, but I have been working like crazy for the last few months and haven't been able to focus on my writing. In our next chapter we will see what happens when the wererats attempt once more to take the lives of some of our heroes. Also what will happen now that more people know about Brenda's lycanthropy than originally intended. On a final note, what happens when Professors McGonagall and Professor Snape want to have words on the teaching techniques of the newest professor at Hogwarts.
"Now that you are finished doing that, where do you get more of this wonderful sweet stuff?" Eluza asks while clutching the wrapper in her clawed hands almost tearing the thing in half. "And to all of those out there reading my love's story: please leave a review after you've read this so he knows what you liked, what you would like to see more of, and what he needs to correct to make this story better."