A/N: Hey you guys! How've ya been? Enjoying your holidays so far (if you're on them)? So basically, here's another chapter. Hope you like it! Also, Professor Wonderstruck is sort of a bit based on my maths teacher and me. We have pretty funny conversations. The other day I told him I wished he had a bad weekend and had a car crash. As a joke of course. I mean he said, 'Ah Chloe answer the question. I haven't picked on you in nearly 3 minutes!' Yeah, I know. Mean. But he's pretty sound.

DEDICATED TO: REVIEWERS ETC. WALT DISNEY BECAUSE THAT DUDE CREATED PART OF MY LIFE, JK ROWLING WHO CREATED ANOTHER PART, SUZANNE COLLINS WHO CREATED ANOTHER PART AND MUSIC BECAUSE THEY CREATED THE OTHER PART.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. J K ROWLING DOES.

-CONVERSATION OF THE CHAPTER-

(A/N: And after about 3 chapters of me speaking to nonsense, I speak to an actual person. You're welcome.)

ME: Hello Professor Wonderstruck!

PROFESSOR WONDERSTRUCK: Hello!

ME: So what are you going to be teaching our favourite Gryffindor students this year in DADA?

PROFESSOR WONDERSTRUCK: Ahh… you'll find out in this chapter.

ME: Oohh… do you know why I gave you the name Wonderstruck?

PROFESSOR WONDERSTRUCK: You named me? Are you like my mother or something?

ME: Uhh… ha-ha Noooooo. My mistake. Nothing. Nope. I didn't name you. Ha-ha! I'm your mother! Good one! Funny! Hahaha! Err… awkward! (A/N: In case you were wondering, I'm not his mother)

PROFESSOR WONDERSTRUCK: Err… yeah?

ME: Yeah. Yeah.

PROFESSOR WONDERSTRUCK: Erm… okay. I really should go. I have a class to prepare for.

ME: Right1 bye!

*Professor Wonderstruck disappears*

ME: Well he was acting strange. ON WITH THE STORY!

12

'Our new defence against the dark arts teacher is going to be awesome this year!' Gracie said excitedly in front of them to Lily, Mary, Alice, Frank and Marlene as they walked to their first defence against the dark arts lesson of the year.

'How do you know?' Frank asked.

James shushed Remus and Sirius to hear Gracie's answer/

'Professor Wonderstruck and I go way back.' She said dismissively.

'Way back?' James whispered confused with raised eyebrows.

Sirius, Remus and Peter shrugged in reply.

'Well if you're sure…' Mary trailed off.

Gracie nodded.

'I am.'

'At least it won't be like last year with Professor Servark.' Alice pointed out gleefully.

Lily shuddered.

'Last year was horrible.'

Everyone nodded in agreement.

'Ah, here we are,' Gracie swung open the classroom door. 'It's been too long!'

'Grace! I saw you last week!' They heard Professor Wonderstruck say.

'Exactly! Too long!'

They walked into the classroom to see Gracie sitting in the front row. This was very unusual as Gracie sat at the back in every lesson. Every lesson. No exceptions. But now there seemed there was an exception.

'Alright everyone sit down!'

The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws sat down.

Lily, Alice, Frank, Marlene and Mary sat with Gracie while James, Sirius, Peter and Remus sat at the back.

'Well hello everyone my name is Professor Damien Wonderstruck and I work- worked at the Ministry or Magic. Yes?' He asked a Ravenclaw who had raised his hand.

'What do you do?'

'I… I focus on protective enchantments.'

Then it clicked. Gracie knew Professor Wonderstruck from being at the Ministry trying to get through protective enchantments. Gracie would break through and tell whoever set the enchantments and protective charms up how she got through so they could improve them. Professor Wonderstruck set the enchantments. Or some of them.

'So this year, Professor Dumbledore had asked me to tell you some protective charms and help you learn them. Also, we may cover some counter jinxes and hexes. Any questions?'

A Ravenclaw raised his hand.

'If they are charms they why aren't we learning them from Professor Flitwick?'

'Good question. But the key term is protective. What lesson do we learn to protect ourselves in?'

'History of Magic.' Gracie said sarcastically.

The Ravenclaws stared at her in horror, that she would ever be sarcastic and answer a question a teacher wrongly. The Gryffindors however minus Lily laughed along with her.]

'Yes yes very funny Miss Prewett. But not the answer I was looking for. What class our we in right now?'

'History of Magic!' Gracie said.

'No Miss Prewett. We're not in History of Magic.'

'Are we in Astronomy then?'

'No.'

'Herbology?'

'No. Leave the classroom Miss Prewett you're annoying me.'

'But- are we in Care of Magical Creatures then?'

'You don't even have that class until next year! And that's if you even take it!' Professor Wonderstruck grabbed Gracie's arm gently and pushed her out of the classroom, rolling his eyes good naturedly.

'No! It's flying class!'

'That was last year Miss Prewett!' Professor Wonderstruck slammed the door in her face.

'Now that she's gone, let's get started.'

Gracie, seeming to hear this started pulling faces behind him to their amusement.

'Miss Prewett, either you come back in and stop pulling faces behind my back or you can go and see Professor McGonagall.' He said without looking behind him/

'Can I go see Professor Dumbledore instead?'

'Get in.'

Gracie slunk back into the room.

'Now after that performance staring Grace Prewett we can get back on track. Also, in case you were wondering or forgot or needed to know we're currently in Defence against the Dark Arts class. DADA for short.'

Professor Wonderstruck said with a pointed looked at Gracie.

'Anyway,' he said before Gracie who had her mouth open could say anything. 'The first thing we are going to learn about is a complicated charm called the Fidelius Charm. At the moment it is starting to become increasingly popular than it used to be and will become more so in the future.'

'Why?' asked Marlene.

'Voldemort and his Death Eaters of course.'

Half of the class shrieked and jumped in their chairs. Peter even fell to the floor.

While and news about Voldemort and his Death Eaters hadn't been in the news recently people were still scared and were waiting anxiously for news of another attack.

It was suspicious though… why hadn't there been any attacks since well… June?

The first thought that came to James was simple. They were planning something. Something big. Either that or Voldemort had suddenly decided that scaring, torturing and killing people had lost its glow.

Yeah the first option was more believable.

'-only a name.'

He caught the last bit Professor Wonderstruck said and watched as Peter hauled himself back onto his chair.

'What's the Fidelius Charm Professor?' Mary questioned.

'Ahh! What the charm does… basically say you needed to hide from someone… hide your friends, hide your family, hide a place… you could cast the Fidelius Charm and no one could see your house let's say. It would become, let's say invisible. Someone could press their nose against your window and see nothing. But there's a catch… someone must know. That person is the Secret-Keeper. They can see you and your home and everything… they can tell anyone where you live and then they can see you and your house but the person the Secret-Keeper told can't tell anyone else. Only the Secret-Keeper can tell people. But the thing is… what if your friend, or relative or whoever it was told where you were living to someone you didn't want to know. Say…' Professor Wonderstruck trailed off.

No one needed him to finish.

Everyone understood.

You were hiding from Voldemort and you had performed the charm. Someone you trusted knew where you were hiding. Maybe they were tortured and told or maybe they were secretly a Death Eater all along. They told and then Death Eaters or maybe even him came bursting into your house unsuspecting and then… the sudden realisation that they had betrayed you hits you hard. Then you die. Your own friend, relative had betrayed you for their own life, it had been a trick, or they sold you out so the pain, the torture would stop and you would never ever breathe again. You could never confront them, asking them, how could you do that? Why would you do that?' or saying to them, 'I understand why you did it. I forgive you.' All because you put your trust, your life, your family's life into the wrong persons hands and you didn't know. Maybe you never would. Maybe there was no heaven or after life like the Muggles said and you couldn't watch over the people you loved or to find out what happened. It was all so confusing. To take the risk or to not? It might keep you safe for a little while longer… it might keep you alive for a little while longer. But who could you trust to do that? Ask even for them to do that? Say you were really wanted dead… wouldn't you be putting your Secret-Keeper in danger? What if Voldemort thought it was someone else and went after him instead so technically that person would die for nothing? Everyone's lives that you knew would be at risk. And it was all Voldemort's fault for starting this… this mess.

The bell rang, making James jump. It looked and sounded like Professor Wonderstruck had left everybody to their own thoughts for the remainder of the lesson. Everyone gathered their stuff quickly and every one of them in the class left the classroom without speaking a word.

'Pretty confusing stuff wasn't it?' Sirius asked as they scrubbed the floor of the girls' bathroom.

Apparently, Professor McGonagall had closed off the bathroom that Sirius had be knocked out in and were making all the girls use the other one because all of Sirius's blood was still all over the floor. Professor McGonagall told them that she had been saving tonight's detention for them and only them. Sirius had immediately protested, saying that it would be disgusting and weird for him to clean his own blood up and that Gracie should do it instead of him because she did it. His protests had been ignored. So there they were, cleaning up Sirius's blood from days ago in the girls' bathroom for detention so it could be used again.

It. Was. Horrible.

'What stuff is confusing?' James asked, trying to get a particularly hard, dried splattered piece of blood off the floor.

'All that Fidelius Charm stuff.' Sirius replied.

'Oh yeah that. It is pretty confusing. Scratch that, it's very confusing.'

Sirius nodded in agreement.

'I can't believe McGonagall's making us do this. She could've easily used her wand to get rid of it but noooooooooo.'

James chuckled.

'I mean she saved it for us. How horrible is that? I mean, she could've cleaned it up herself sooner and then the girls could use this bathroom again quicker. But noooooooooo.'

'You've said but noooooooooo twice now.' James pointed out.

'Yeah I know. It sounds cool. Try it. But noooooooooo.'

'But noooooooooo. Woah this is fun.'

'But noooooooooo.'

'But noooooooooo.'

'But noooooooooo.'

'How to have fun in detention: say but noooooooooo over and over again.'

'Like this but noooooooooo.'

'But noooooooooo.'

'But noooooooooo.'

'But noooooooooo.'

'But noooooooooo.'

'We're crazy.'

'Idiots.'

'Weirdoes.'

'Insane.'

'Lunatics.'

'Physcos.'

'What are we doing with our lives Sirius?'

'I dunno James but it's not good. It's really not good.'

'I know it's terrible.'

'Horrible.'

'Scary.'

'Weird.'

'Disgusting.'

'Vile.'

'Strange.'

'Freaky.'

'Crazy.'

'It's happening again.'

'I know it is James, I think we need to have a GC1.'

'Isn't that 'We need to talk.'?' James asked.

'Yeah. We'll talk but not now.'

'Why not? It might keep us occupied from you know doing that again.'

'Oh yeah… let's talk about something else then…' Sirius said thoughtfully.

'Sirius, I just suggested something.' James pointed out.

Sirius waved his hand dismissively.

'What about… hey James.'

'What?' James sighed.

'If I had to choose someone to be my Secret-Keeper, if I had to that is, I'd choose you.'

'Ahh Sirius. I'd choose you to mine my Secret-Keeper as well.'