Chapter 3
"Attention!" professor Dumbledore yelled for our attention. She was wearing a pair of short Black bootie shorts and a short black tunic perfectlypaired with a pair of black gloves. "Hello welcome to Defensive Arts. I am Professor Dumbledore, but you can call me professor Angel to make things a little less confusing, but I really don't care what you want to call me. In this class you will learn how to fight physically and with magic. There are a few rules and warnings. If you are here to hurt and not learn get out of this class room and do not come back. This class is strictly for how to defend yourself. If you are caught outside this classroom fighting offensively with another 150 point will be taken from your house. If you have gotten in a fight before now good job. But if you are fighting an un fair fight say three to one the offensive attackers will lose their house 200 points, each. I am probably the nicest professor, but I can be as ruthless as Professor Snape. Now that we are done with that who knows how to punch?" Several hands shoot up. "Miss granger care to demonstrate?" A Gryffindor girl with bushy brown hair made a fist but her thumb was inside not outside. "Close but not quite. If you want to throw a fist you want your thumb outside of your fist. For a good punch strength comes from, where?" I raised my hand. "From your whole body not just your arm." She nodded. "5 points to Slytherin. I will later demonstrate a good punch on professor Snape who so kindly volunteered to be a human punching bag and my opponent. Now we are going to start either some basic warm ups. The further up in years the harder the warm ups will be. Now everyone sit on the floor. Now reach forward and try to touch your toes. Now sit ups, hope you know how to do these. It's okay if you can't do most the exercises this year but by the end of your time here at Hogwarts you'll be pros." The bell suddenly rang. Professor angel looked up and mouthed "why." Then looked at us sitting. "Well are you going to go or just sit here? Oh and Mr. Potter please stay afterwards." We got up and left.
Harry's prov
I slowly followed professor angel up to her office. She kinda looked like Dumbledore. "Please sit harry." She said in a sweet silky voice not like the one she used in class. "How are you harry?" I nodded but did not understand how she knew me.
Angel's prov
I asked harry to sit he looked like he was going to pass out any second. He looked confused but sat any ways. I sat down on my desk so I could see his eyes. He had Lil's eyes, but had prong's "good" looks. "How are you Harry?" I asked, knowing what living at the Dorsley's house must have been like. He nodded but his eyes went to one of the picture frames on my desk. I knew he was lying lily did the same thing when she did. "Harry please don't lie to me. I knew your mother very closely She lied the same way. Let's try a different question. How about, how are things at the Dorsley's?" I asked. He opened his mouth then shut it again. "How do you know?" He asked. "It's my job to know." I said knowing he would not understand. "Um, it could be better." He said slowly, looking down. "Harry I'm asking because I want you to trust me, and tell me anything and everything. If you should trust anyone above me it would probably be my father." Imminently his head flew up. "Yes Dumbledore is my father, but luckily for us all I don't have his so called 'devilish good looks' it may look good on him but on a girl. That would not be good." Harry cracked a grin. "Well harry I wasted enough of your time." I said as I signed his pass for his next class. He left and I was left to my thoughts and the pictures of my husband. I sighed. I didn't want to do this but I would do it for James. This would be a long year.