Hey! Thanks for all the reviews! Love you guys! So, in this chapter, we learn more about Harry and Tess throught their lessons, and one of our favorite paranoid Aurors observes a lesson. Who could that be? Read on to find out! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I barely have the time to write this.

Harry flew around the Quidditch pitch, doing spins and dives, trying to clear his head. Flying always comforted Harry. It was the one thing he felt like he was naturally good at. He still remembered learning how to ride a broom. It had been a bright sunny day, and Fiona had insisted that the three kids get out of the house and do something. Phin had offered to teach them how to fly, an opportunity Harry jumped out. He had heard the stories about his dad and how he was an amazing Quidditch player. A small part of Harry wanted to see if he was anything like his parents. To his surprise and Phin's amusement, Harry's broom jumped up the second he said up. Harry was a natural.

Meanwhile, Tess, Sirius, and Remus walked towards the Quidditch pitch. Tess smiled as she caught sight of her best friend flying around in circles with a smile on his face. Harry was always happier on a broom, especially nowadays. It was like, for a moment, he forgot all their troubles, the total chaos around them. Sirius and Remus, on the other hand, were watching Harry with their mouths wide open. Harry was good, really good, and super-fast. They could barely make out his face as he whizzed around the pitch. Suddenly, Harry took a deep dive. Sirius and Remus tried to shout out him that he was going to crash, but Tess quieted them. "Harry never crashes," she told them with a mischievous smile. Sure enough, Harry flew seamlessly, managing to fly up from the ground without crashing. He spotted Tess with his parents' old friends and flew down to where they were, gracefully landing his broom. Remus and Sirius's mouths were wide open. Harry smirked.

"You're gonna catch flies with your mouths open that wide," he quipped. For once, Sirius had no comeback. He felt like he had just seen a ghost of his best friend on a broomstick.

"Where did you learn to fly like that?" Sirius asked excitedly, his dark eyes lighting up and softening his face.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "Phin taught me how to ride, and I picked up some tricks from friends." He caught Tess's eye, and they both tried to surprise grins thinking off the two men's reaction to knowing who he had learned said tricks from. Somehow he didn't think it was a great idea to tell them that they were friends with the Krums and even spent a year living with them in Bulgaria.

Now Sirius was just overflowing with questions, but Remus shot him a look. They needed to earn Harry's trust before grilling him about Quidditch moves. "So how do you know the Weasley twins?" he questioned.

"We've done business," Harry replied vaguely. "They're good guys and good pranksters."

"And are you?"

"Am I what?"

"A good prankster?" Remus asked.

Harry smirked. "I'm not bad," he answered with a tiny glint in his eye. Tess rolled her eyes.

"He turned my hair green one time," she told the two older men.

Sirius snorted. "Please, that's amateur stuff."

"And enchanted to smell like seaweed," Tess added. "I kept pulling crabs and shells out of my hair for weeks."

Harry smiled in memory of his favorite prank. "Yeah, that was a good one," he laughed. Now Sirius had no qualms about shooting off questions, and Harry seemed more than willing to answer. Pranking was their common ground. Most people wouldn't assume it meeting him, but Harry loved a good prank. There was nothing better than doing something stupid and earning a laugh out of it. Fiona once told him that the best thing about the war being over was having laughter back in the world again. Ever since then, Harry had tried to make sure there was always laughter. After all, Bea had always been laughing and smiling and humming happy little songs to herself. Every time he pulled a prank or heard a joke, he couldn't help but wonder what she would've thought of it.

Tess sighed in contentment. Harry was starting to open up to these people, to trust them. Maybe they'd actually have a chance here. Maybe they could have a real family. Sometimes Tess wondered what her parents would think of the life she's created for herself, the people she's surrounded herself with. She likes to think they would've been proud, but truthfully she didn't remember them enough to say. She wondered what Fiona and Phin would think of this life they led. She had a feeling they would be proud.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Harry's shouts. "Coming or not?" he shouted.

Her face broke out into a grin. "Last one there is a rotten flobberworm!" she shouted back, breaking out into a run towards the castle. Harry made a face at the reference to the flobberworm but started running. Sirius and Remus watched in amusement as the two raced back to the castle. For just a moment, it almost seemed like they were just two little kids with no worries or burdens. It was a good moment.

The rest of the day passed by with nothing specular. Harry and Tess both had to meet with their professors to see if they were on par with the sixth years. First was Transfiguration. Neither Harry nor Tess was worried about this class. Phin had been a Transfiguration teacher before the war, and he had drilled them until their transfigurations were perfect. Harry had a natural talent with Transfiguration that Tess didn't, but she worked just as hard as he did. Plus, it didn't hurt that both of them were Animguses.

Charms was just as easy. Harry had always managed to find them good teachers in that area, and they were something that came naturally to the both of them. Professor Flitwick was so excited he fell off his stools. He tried to get the two of them to be in his seventh year class, but both declined with the hope they would be able to keep a low profile. As a compromise, he gave them advanced Charm textbooks, which they promised to study.

History of Magic was an utter failure for Tess, but Harry had better luck with it. He had always loved books as a kid and had absorbed every book in Fiona's house. Though Professor Binns was boring, even for a ghost, he managed to impress him. Astronomy went well also. Bea had loved the stars, and she'd spent hours telling them all the constellations and their myths. After she died, Harry just got into the habit of learning about the stars. Arthimancy and Ancient Runes went well enough, but neither of them was anything special in those classes.

Harry failed Divination. Horribly. And so did Tess. Then again, neither of them held much stock in Divination anyway. Sure, there was the prophecy, but they were pretty sure that was true. As far as Harry was considered, Professor Trewlaney was just a glittery insect fraud who got the job at Hogwarts because of a Seer grandmother. Tess added that the incense in her room would probably kill her one day. When they voiced these complaints, Professor McGongall smiled and gave them biscuits.

Potions was the one class Harry was dreading. Sure, Stephanie had been giving them lessons for two years, and she was a Potions master, and others in Knockturn Alley had been teaching the two of them how to brew illegal potions for the black market for years. Well, mostly Harry. Tess had a tighter moral compass than Harry did. Maybe it was because he had lived on the streets longer or maybe it was because he was a realist, but Harry knew that sometimes you had to break the law to survive.

Snape grilled them on every potion known to man, even mentioning ones Harry knew weren't even taught at Hogwarts. Clearly, the grudge Snape had against his dad had been passed on to him. By the end of the lesson, however, Snape looked impressed. "Well, it looks like Ms. Perkins managed to teach you something," he complimented. Harry mentally reminded himself to compliment Stephanie's cooking the next time they ate there and to ask for seconds.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was where Harry and Tess really shined. All of the professors plus Dumbledore sat in on this lesson, curious to see what the two kids could do. Since Umbridge wasn't there, Remus oversaw the exam. The two friends faced each other. "Wands at the ready," Remus instructed. Harry smirked at Tess.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Harry," Tess taunted. "Or I might just have to hex your eyebrows off."

Harry snorted. "I'd like to see you try," he challenged.

"On three," Remus stated, ignoring the squabbling teenagers. "One, two, three…" What happened after three was amazement to everyone in the room. Harry shot curses at Tess in rapid speed, and she sent her own back nearly as fast. Instead of putting up a shield, however, he simply dodged, stepping and sliding away from the light. Tess was graceful in her dueling, almost like she was dancing. Harry, on the other hand, fought like an Auror with a little Death Eater mixed in for good measure. He was smart and fast and always one step ahead of his opponent. You could tell he was calculating every move by looking into his emerald eyes, which sparkled with keen intelligence. The duel continued until Tess failed to dodge a spell and fell to the ground, slapping her leg in frustration.

"Damn!" she shouted.

Harry shrugged. "I win," he stated. The teachers looked at each other in confusion. What spell had that been?

"What was that?" someone asked from the door. Everyone turned around to see Mad-Eyed Moody standing in the doorway, looking impressed.

"A little spell of my own," Harry replied. "Sort of a Jelly Legs but with a little more pain put into it."

"Experimenting with spells is dangerous," the old Auror barked.

"I live on the edge," Harry shot back. Tess held back a snort. A truer statement had never been uttered.

Moody smiled. "I'll think we'll got along just fine, Potter," he said.

*Please forgive spelling errors in this chapter! I didn't have my usual resources available to me.