CHAPTER SIX: KNOWLEDGE

Pan decided to hide in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Room for the day. The rain was pouring outside and the thunder never ceased. He was glad to have the luxury of being indoors. It was a privilege he had gone nearly a year without. The horrid woman who was teaching was also the least entertaining to watch.

Pan began drifting into a stupor from the intense boredom when he heard a shout of:

"Oh, I don't know, LORD VOLDEMORT"

For some reason all the students let out a simultaneous gasp at the name. He didn't understand what all the fuss was about, but at least something was happening. Soon he got a chilling explanation.

"You've been told that a certain dark wizard is at large, this is a lie" she said, obviously feigning bravery.

"Wow," he whispered, "it's just like being in Saint Sophia's again."

Pan still wondered why Lyra had agreed to go to Saint Sophia's in the first place. She was still taking the whole maturity thing WAY too seriously. Hopefully she had this class after lunch, so he could warn her. Ah, lunch, how they had missed it so. Despite the woman's horrid teaching skills and possibly insanity; Pan was sure that they had gotten lucky for once.

"AH! You're right, Pan! She's worse than Dame Hannah!" Lyra exclaimed,

"And thanks' for the warning."

"Hey," said Pan, "I think something's up with that Potter kid. Apparently

the magesterium's after him too!"

"Don't you mean the MINISTRY, and how do you know?" said George.

"We daemons have certain powers you wouldn't understand."

Lyra failed to stifle the hysterical laughter that came pouring out of her.

"Right Pan, 'powers''

Pan turned his snout up in mock disgrace, "Really, Lyra. I thought you knew."

Lyra quickly sobered up, "No, really, Pan. I think they're connected! You heard what she said on the first day about progress being prohibited. She's totally a gobbler. Wouldn't be surprised if she were Mrs. Coulter back from the dead. It's sure it's the perfect reincarnation."

And with that they both began roaring in laughter; something they hadn't done for almost a year.

Harry still hadn't quite gotten over last night's dream, and he could have sworn that she was watching him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Somehow, he was sure she was hiding something, and that something was about him. He'd seen some sort of rodent in the corner of the classroom. No one had really noticed it, but it looked at him with very human eyes. His best guess was that she was an animagus, and somehow could be in two places at once. It seemed impossible, but impossible was a word he hadn't used in a long, long time.

End of chapter six