Harry Potter and Big Sister
Chapter 6: To Hogwarts
As Dumbledore said, Aisha could came back to the Order's headquarter long before Harry ever notice that she gone out thanks to the floo network, and partially thanks to Mr. Weasley's fascination with every single piece of Muggle technologies get in their way, forcing Harry to stopped once in a while, explaining it and reminded Mr. Weasley that he has a work back at the Ministry, thus, no one in Grimmauld Place ever known that she was gone for about an hour at all, save for Mrs. Weasley of course.
That dinner, Harry recapping the trial for everyone to hear, nothing is unusual there apart from some disbelieving look from juries when he told them that the mysterious creatures (He called it as such since there was no proof that it was actually Dementors.) that tried to attack him get hit with a lightning and burned to ash, as the investigators from Ministry also confirmed from the evidences left at the scene in form of burnt out piece of rags which emitting foul magical smell found on Dementors, or so they said…
These words made the entire table starred at Aisha immediately, especially Hermione, who asked her about how her lightning spell can affect the Dementors when all Wizards could do was Patronus to shoo them away, something that she can only theorized herself that it destroy their physical bodies, which does little to satisfy those who listen, but they still know that there'll be no better answer as it was the first time she fought them as well.
And before anyone could form up new question to interrogate her, a loud explosion shook the table by one of the twin's product, sending Mrs. Weasley into rage chasing the twin around the house, much to everyone's laughter, her included, which made them forget what to ask her some awkward question regarding her magic entirely.
However, as much as she wanted to spend some time with her younger brother, it was clear that now she has responsibility to take more than looking after him, as a new… Instructor of DADA class, she now has to plan the curriculum for students, which, regrettably, covered every year in the whole damn school! Something that made Aisha felt even more pessimistic, because she discovered that Hogwarts has been changing teacher in this position every school year!
No, she didn't think about the rumor of curse on the position, she only thought that due to the circumstance, the curriculum also messed up badly since not a single teacher willing to take up what the other left off when they resigned at all, this mean students were left with little choice but to self-study to pass the Ministry test, either O.W.L. or N.E.W.T. by themselves, and even with Aisha at helm, she doubt that they could passed with only her teaching as it is.
And from bad to worse come the next day after the trial, owl from both Ministry and Hogwarts land straight into her room in the morning while she prepare to go down for breakfast, made her growled in anger at many restrictions imposed on her once she studied the contents inside…
First and foremost, there will be a Ministry's representative observing the school, namely that Toad Lady she met yesterday, which mean she now has to watch her back all the time least they find some leverages to use against her or Dumbledore. Not mention that this will make her job at teaching these young witches and wizards much harder when they explicitly stated in the letter that they'll not tolerate her teaching any weird spells or any potent curses or hexes to students.
Of course, Aisha did not know any of these curses or hexes they mentioned yet, but as a prodigy and hard-worker herself, given enough time, she'll be able to emulated them to near-perfect and demonstrate in front of classes to guide students on how to cast one properly without problem, but as it is now, it's more or less let the students do any spells themselves without instruction from her at all, mean that all she could teach is now limited to something very basic since she'll never teach her magic style to them, not at all when their mindset are not geared toward something like hers and their worth are yet to determine.
Not that she minded though, when the curriculum from recent years were all messed up like this, back to basic seems appropriate enough.
On the other hand, the letter and package of books from Hogwarts instead piled up more work on her because they demand the list of books she want to use during her curriculum, something that she's just halfway done since this's the day that she just received books she asked from library of Hogwarts and she has to read them first to see which one she needed, moreover, they demanded that any books she borrowed must be send back in two days along with list of books she needed in curriculum!
Thus she locked herself up in her room almost the whole time save for breakfast, lunch and dinner break, with Kreacher keep her company whenever he didn't busy trying to sneak out any items or mementos of Black family, delivering tea and snack from time to time when she requested it while still reading and compiling lists of things to be done during midnight where everyone was sleeping, passing letter for Mrs. Weasley, the other in the house who know that she's going to teach at Hogwarts, to send to the school.
The results are predictable, Harry started asking her what she's doing during the second day's lunch break alongside the twin who whined that the Doxies extermination on the fourth floor of that day become much harder to handle when she's not leading the front frying anything that move with her lightning magic, not to mention lack of another hands to help them clean up afterward as well.
Seeing the mischievous look of the twins which reminded her of what Harry told her about his life at Hogwarts during these years, Aisha hesitated a bit, unsure whether told them the truth will send them after all the documents she prepare to send to Hogwarts and replace it with something else or not, she decided to played it safe and sidestepped the truth by telling them that Mrs. Weasley just piled her up with paperwork. And luckily, Mrs. Weasley, who also present at that moment decided to helped her out when those teens seem skeptical to what she told them and about to press on more questions by telling them that the expense of the Order is not cheap, and someone has to keep erasing all trails of spent money least the Ministry caught wind of it and trace back to them, thus she will not tolerate any secret leak in any form, even to her own sons and daughter...
That shut them up for good and stopped them from trying to pry around her room. But Aisha knows however, that this secret couldn't keep up for long… but at least, it still long enough that she can finish all books, planning curriculum of DADA and sent them back to Hogwarts that afternoon, safe from the kids' hands…
Once the letters was gone, she finally able to resume her activity of joining them in the house cleaning, listening to stories of the trio's adventure in Hogwarts during free time, laugh out of their antics and discussing magic and wandwork of wizarding world with Hermione, who somewhat all too happy to share while wishing that Aisha could do the same, however, the purple haired girl just simply smile sadly and told her that Hermione did not have what it take to learn her art, something that irritated the bushy haired girl to no end.
A week after that, the official letters from Hogwarts arrived to all the students staying in No. 12 Grimmuld Place telling them the new books for subjects to study this year, alongside date and time they need to catch the train to Hogwarts, as predicted, Hermione started complaining about books for Defense Against the Dark Arts in an instant she completed reading the letter.
"Why aren't there any new books for Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
Mr. Weasley, who's spending time during the weekend happened to heard her shouting due to being in the same living room and steps in to explain to the fuming girl and curious looking Harry and Ron about how hard-pressed Dumbledore was to find a Professor for that spot this year thanks to Fudge's smear campaign and rumors about those who took the position earlier, but before he could tell them more, his word drowned in his mouth once Ron uncovered his last package containing gold and red Prefect's Badge in front of his eyes!
"Ron…" Mr. Weasley tried to form a word to congratulate his son, but then the twins choose that moment to apparated in with a loud bang, looks of disbelief in their eyes that laid on the sparkling badge before started shouting in unison.
"No way! Ronnie becomes a new Prefect!" then they quickly turned toward the startled Harry and said. "And here we thought it's you who'll be getting this Harry! After all you've done everything!"
"Perhaps that's what made my little brother disqualified…" Aisha's voice raised up the moment the door pushed open, revealing the purple-haired girl in her usual white jacket, purple blouse and skirt combo walking into the hall, eyeing Harry, who looks like he want to retorts at her seemingly insult, then adding her thought. "…I mean, yes, you do all that kid, but considered the stress of going through all those things, I guess Dumbledore just want you to take a rest."
"Really funny Sis, really funny…" Harry muttered under his breathe, but still couldn't deny her opinion entirely, since it's partially true that at least trauma of seeing Cedric died in front of him while he was all but hapless to prevent it still haunt him to this day, although it might not affect his responsibility much, the nightmare still comes time to time and its experience were not pleasant.
Aisha seems to detect his slightly darker mood when replying her, as she went silent after that and let Mr. Weasley take control of the situation, namely, stopping Fred and George from trying to repaint the badge and also stop them from mocking their younger brother that they have to watch their back even more than before or something like that…
"So, continue with the new professor…" finally, Mr. Weasley able to break off his sons from harassing, the badge safe and sound in Ron's hand, meanwhile, Hermione also found her own Prefect badge in her letter and shown it to everyone to see only to stop it and come to attention on the redhead father regarding subjects she raised up earlier. "…from what I know, she's a hand-on kind of teacher, that explain why there aren't any new books to purchase."
That caught Ron's interest instantly "Wait, dad, you said she? Our new teacher is woman?"
Mr. Weasley looking at his son and open his mouth but Hermione beat him at that by glaring at her fellow newly-appointed prefect and asks coldly. "So what's wrong with having woman teaching Defend, Ron? For me, the only thing I'm worried is that we won't learn much without books."
"On the plus side, at least you'll save some money to spend on your brother's joke items… or New Year presents for your friend…" Aisha added up jokingly while chuckling herself, trying to sooth the tension of the already upset teens, particularly Ron and Hermione.
"That's not helping the case at all… Sis…" Harry muttered while looking at his redhead friend who seems to turned his face red as well at her comment, unsure whether he's angry or embarrassed.
Aisha is not amused by her brother's word, her face frowned, her arms crossed while she voices her thought out. "If you know what kind of political mess piling up on said teacher, you'll see why she isn't order you kids to pay up for new books yet."
"What? You know something Sis?" Harry asked in surprise and turn away from the shining Prefect badge to look at His Sister, expecting some explanation.
But before Aisha could answer him, Arthur Weasley chooses that moment to interrupt the duo. "What Miss Aisha said is true, from information we Order gathered and from what Dumbledore told us, there'll be a Ministry Official monitoring Hogwarts since the beginning of this school's year, without a doubt… trying to dig up dirt on Dumbledore… and undermine the school's curriculum to suite the Ministry's need." He snorts in annoyance.
"Bloody hell!" Ron cried out in disbelief, all the quarrels with Hermione forgotten with the girl also dropped her interest in such thing making him lose his target. Even Fred and George stopped their acts trying to sneak up on Ron to steal his Prefect badge in track and listening to their father as well.
However, the explanation still not finished yet. "Inner source told us that Fudge was trying to insert his own guy into Hogwarts by using the DADA position at first, because that's the subjects taught in school that was closest to fighting, which Fudge fear that Dumbledore might use it to train students into personal army to oppose him, so he make the new law that the new teacher must passed the Ministry's interview as well…"
Ignoring the growl of anger from Hermione which stem from the fact that it was Ministry that tried to hinder her pursuit of knowledge and preparation for the crucial exam of the fifth year students, Mr. Weasley continues what he left off. "…but that plan failed because Dumbledore able to get the position filled in time, but not without consequence, the Ministry satisfied with this teacher because she apparently has non-wizarding families and seemingly unable to do magic…"
"Wait!" Hermione shocked by the word 'unable to do magic' before lashing out. "How can she supposed to teach us when she cannot do magic herself?"
"Kingsley and Tonk suspected that that's precisely what made her get accepted by the Ministry in the first place." Arthur concluded with an edge in his voice, clearly he don't think that highly of the Ministry for meddling with children's education either, but lack the power to do anything, this maybe the only way he can express his displeasure.
Seeing the entire room in gloomy mood, Harry tried to shift the subjects to something else not involving Hogwarts because it means involving the Ministry everyone despise of too, which accidentally hit the sore spot dead on. "Big Sis Aisha, You never told us what you're doing in your room those past few days, what's important you've to do alone? Don't tell me about that paperwork either, I asked Tonk already that Order's paperwork done by McGonagall and not you Sis…"
Eyes of everyone in the room fell on Aisha, who shifted nervously at the attention she gathered, she then look, no, glared at Harry as if he has offended her in some way, her piercing stare forced the boy to takes a step back, an action which made her giggled a bit. "Silly, I'm not going to kill you for such petty thing!"
Harry blinked uncertainty at Aisha, of course, because she can be scary at time and the frown on her face seconds before then clearly shown how upset she was, that, until she sighed at the sight of her younger brother who still not recover despite her giggle to told him that she didn't really meant it and explain. "Look, I'm just annoyed a little that your question is not… appropriate enough for the time being…"
"Wait, did that mean Sis is a new Defend Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Harry blurted out once he connected the dots together and reached the conclusion.
Silence…
The staring seem to intensify as the boy's word left his mouth, Fred, George and Ron look confused while still eyeing Aisha nonetheless as if doing so will provide them answer, Hermione however, frown for about ten seconds and then her eyes widen once the realization hit her, and it was Hermione's reaction that made Aisha decided that the secret was out already, and then she add another nail in the coffin by her next sentence.
"When I think about it, Miss Aisha, you said that 'political mess piling up on teacher preventing her from ordering student to get new books' even if Mrs. Weasley will tell you some more sensitive information that cannot let us know about, I doubt that you'll know to this extent, and your reason are too specific as well." Hermione quickly explain with her 'know it all' expression plastered on her face, even though it was overshadowed by some doubt lingered in her voice.
Sighing, Aisha sat down on the nearest couch, one hand rubbing the back of her head and mutters. "Well, there you go kid, nice speculation even you seem to miss out some details…" She then crossed her arms, eyes slowly glancing on each and every teens present with serious expression on her face contrast with the smile on her lip and addresses everyone out loud. "Yeah, as Hermione just told you, I'm your new teacher for this year."
A few seconds later, the entire room shook from the sound of every teens shouting in unison. "What!"
Aisha raised her hand up, signaling everyone to calm down and silent, once that achieved, she continues her explanation. "I wished I could keep this secret from you all until the opening of school term to surprise you kids, but it seem a slip of my own tongue broke that plan, heh… good observation, Hermione…" she then congratulate the smartest girl of Harry's group for finding it out, which made Hermione's face turn pink a bit at the praise.
Harry decided then to ask his Big Sister more about it. "Then, how? And what does Ministry have to do with you not ordering us to get new books?"
Instead of answer directly, she tossed one piece of paper with the Ministry of Magic's seal on the table for all to see then speaks. "Just read it, and tell me your opinion about those rules they imposed on my position, I'm from another society not Wizarding world so I'm not sure if this's what your kinds normally deal with or not, but for me, I called it 'Executive meddling.'"
The first one to reach the letter were the Weasley twin thanks to their advantageous physique who quickly grabbed it and scan the contents as quickly as possible before other curious and eager junior could get their hands on, however before Harry, Ron or Hermione could asks them about what was written in it, Fred's face turned as red as his hair, rising his right fist in the air while shouting out of his lung "Ministry's words are as empty as their soul, Wizarding World ill need a government such as you!"
If Fred's word wasn't already hilarious, George's follows up certainly will. "What is a Ministry? A miserable little piles of the spineless and fools! But enough talk, Have at you!"
Laughter filled the living room in an instant thanks to the twin's acting, however, certain bushy brown haired girl did not amused by it, and she moved to Aisha who's giggling, tapping her shoulder gently and asks the more pressing concerned question once the other turned her attention at her. "Miss Aisha, if you have so many restrictions, what can you teach us? Will you teach us your magic?" her eyes seem to sparkling with eagerness and expectation once she uttered the last question for the purple haired girl to see.
However, her dream was shot down when Aisha replies her while shaking her head. "Nah, I can't teach that to you, Hermione, one restriction happened to included 'Weird spells and potential curses or hexes' and I doubt that Ministry official… that Umbridge…" she chuckled "…will overlook me teaching you how to shoot lighting out of the tip of your wand, right?"
Hermione's hope crumbled in an instant, her forlorn face look at Aisha and asks. "Then what you're going to teach us? I doubt we can pass the practical O.W.L. exams with nothing but theories."
Aisha smirked at the girl's question before replies vaguely, or rather, not replying anything at all. "That's a secret…" then she explain more once she saw the disappointing look on Hermione's face. "…else it won't fair for other students I must teach because you can prepare beforehand, of course, you know that as a teacher I cannot afford to be bias especially when it comes to education, right?"
Hermione couldn't find any argument to that, so she stays silent while the rest… particularly, Weasley twins cursing the Ministry non-stop for trying to meddle with their beloved headmaster and his school, ignoring the scream of joy from Mrs. Weasley who barged in unnoticed by everybody else when she found Ron's Prefect badge and pulling the redhead boy into a bear-hug screaming about celebration for him, or Harry whose face redden by the minute the more he read the official letter from Ministry addressed to their newly appointed teacher or his Sister…
Aisha observing the scene playing out before her and shook her head, smile silently, that day was a total chaos, to say the least… but it somewhat made her a little happy for filling the void that was 'Normal teenage life' which she never once experience when she was at their age for her… even Harry's sad mood and jealousy for seeing his best friends becoming Prefect vanished once he saw that his Big Sister finally has a genuine happy smile on her face during the celebration that night, something which he wished she should do more often… and not wanting to ruin it… not at all…
The day passed by too fast for Harry's taste, after all the Weasley twins' pranks, 300 to be exacts, enacted upon the new DADA teacher who was living in the same Order of Phoenix's headquarter as them and failed every time thanks to the latter's better senses and experience, which almost always ended with at least one of the twin or both got some 'punishment' involving some lightning, cyclone or ice patches on the ground, turning them into a laughing subjects to Sirius, Harry, Ron and Ginny. Finally, the day to depart for Hogwarts has arrived…
This time, there're only Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and Tonk who escorted the children plus one new teacher to the train station of King Cross, all of them barged on three separate normal taxis toward the station while Harry have to calm Mr. Weasley down once in a while. Sirius at first tried to follow him in dog form, but once Aisha reminded him the chance that he might run into Lord Voldermort's spies who's more than likely to recognize him thanks to Wormtail and that if he really wanted to talk to Harry he could've passed the encrypted letter to him, something that both of them never thought beforehand.
However, that gave Harry's godfather an idea, he asked the group to wait for a bit, rushed back and grabbed one artifacts from his family's vault, one that's not important but still valuable, the Two-way Mirror, which allow the users to communicate from far distance, he gave one to Harry and keep one to himself, instructed Harry how to use it while ignoring the look of jealousy from Fred and George and the interest look from Aisha, before he finally asked Aisha to look after his godson, and let them go…
Apart from that, there's nothing remarkable, and from what Hermione told him after they reached the station, neither do Aisha as well, Hermione considered her reaction to everything, even the cab they rode, weird when compared her to others Wizarding World population she came to known…
When the children are passing through the barrier of 9 ¾ platforms toward the steam power train that will take them to Hogwarts behind it and leaving Aisha to the second group, Harry quickly demanded her explanation, and then Hermione explained that Aisha look impassive at the marvel of Muggle technology as if she had seen it all before, unlike the smug or disdainful look from the pure blood extremists, or excited look of that was Mr. Weasley, which contrary to what they've known about her so far that she came from another magical community.
The smart girl of the trio have her reasons after all when Harry thinks about it, if Aisha's magical community had a close tie to the Muggle, (which was likely so, else why she didn't seem impressed, or show any reaction that typical Wizarding World people would?) then why haven't he heard about her before? Or to be more precise, why Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore never know about her before? It doesn't make any sense at all.
Their discussion cut short once the girl in question emerged from the gateway, alongside the rest of the adults that came as escorts for them, this time, his Big Sis whistled at the marvelous sight before her, something which also impressed him to no end despite seeing it for many times already, children and teens moving about carrying their luggage, trunks, parents bide their spawns farewell or warn their children, owls, cats, and other animals running and flying around waiting for their masters to call them back…
Speaking of trunk, Harry glanced back at Big Sis Aisha and felt suspicious that she didn't carried anything at all apart from the small backpack and her staff wrapped in rag on her back, too few considered that she should've more clothing than what she wear and more books to teach, but when he think about it, Big Sis Aisha never change her clothes at all, even now she still wore the same attires she wore the first day he met her, how it didn't get dirty after this long, or how her small backpack can hid a lot of things inside, evident by the day she borrowed his books, was a mystery to him.
But it seem his eyes lingered on her for too long, as the purple-haired girl move closer and stopped right next to him without Harry knowing it until she asks. "Hey, kid, what's with that look? Is there anything wrong with me? And the train is going to leave in a few minutes, better hurry and get a seat now. Fred and George already moved out, saying they have some business to attend to…" She sighed at the last sentence; no doubt knowing enough what said 'businesses' likely are.
That snapped Harry out of his thought, he quickly apologized to his Big Sis and dragged his trunks into the train alongside Aisha who was walking casually with Hermione, Ron and Ginny, ignoring the stares and whispers from other students questioning who she is and why she acts so friendly toward Harry Potter, who as far as what the Daily Prophet is concerned, an unreliable, attention seeking brat.
Once inside, just in time before the train started moving, Ron and Hermione apologized to the group that as Prefects, they have to report for duty in the first bogie and also invited Aisha to go there as well since she's technically new teacher, however, she refused on the ground that it's guideline and recommendation not rule, citing example in Remus Lupin's journey to Hogwarts during their third year and told them that she'll tag along with Harry and Ginny instead since she wish to see more students and observes the Wizarding community more, which Hermione reluctantly agreed.
Slowly moving from the front down toward the back of the train ignoring more and more interested and nervous looks shot from every students aboard they passed by, they found that every compartments were filled, until they reached the last bogie that is…
There, outside of one compartment stand one familiar round-faced boy about the same age as Harry already in Hogwarts student robe dragging along his own trunk with only one hand of his, while another trying to keep a toad still. The sound of their footsteps turned the boy around to look at the approaching group, his eyes that glanced at Aisha show sign of surprise and curious for a moment before he saw Harry and Ginny whom proceed to greet him.
"Ah, Harry, Ginny, nice to see you around…" Neville trailed off before looking at the purple haired girl intensely and say. "Hello, eh, I never see you around before, are you perhaps new students?"
The girl shot Neville a cold, calculating look that made the boy gulped nervously before she finally introduce herself. "The name's Aisha' please to meet you too… Mr…"
Ginny, who seem impatient thanks to the load she have to carries quickly cut the conversation short when it was clear that the round-faced boy isn't going to answer anytime soon when he's busy blushing and mumble incoherently. "Miss Aisha, this's Neville Longbottom, fifth year, the same year as Harry, now why won't you look for an empty compartment?" the redhead quickly shoved the boy one year her senior aside and look into the compartment he was blocking. "This one is empty, just only Loony Luna in there, enough for all of us, plus Ron and Hermione too!"
Neville shook his head more violently, muttering something along the line of not wanting to disturb someone, a reason which get ignored by everyone presents as Ginny is the first one to push open the door and get inside, followed by Harry and Aisha quick enough to hear the girl asks another one whether they can stay there or not, which predictably, the occupant of the room agreed.
The blonde haired girl with wand tugged on her ear in Hogwarts robe who previously the sole owner of that compartment glancing around the newcomers who start unloading things inside, radiating weirdness aura which made Neville, who just finished lifting his trunk onto the luggage holding cell above, shifted uncomfortably while sit down next to Harry on the opposite side of the strange companion, but Aisha and Ginny decided to sit next to the strange girl without any reactions at all.
The compartment fell silent for a while, before the blonde girl strike conversation, no, statement in dreamy tone while starring at Harry's scar on his forehead "You're Harry Potter…" which caused Neville to snickered, Aisha who sat next to the door glance at her, caught her attention as she turned to look at the purple haired girl whose figure couldn't look older than them at all and ask. "But I don't know who you are… I never see you around in Hogwarts before…"
Instead of replies honestly, Aisha sidestepped it with a shrug. "There're many students in Hogwarts you know, are you truly sure that you already saw everyone there?"
The girl's turned her face back to the upside-down magazine in her hands, looking intently at the pace that she was reading before, then look back up and question. "You must be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, aren't you, Miss purple-hair…?"
Small smile crossed Aisha's lip when looking at the blonde next to her for full minute, before she finally spoke, to Neville as much as to addressed the blonde. "There's an old saying 'More than meet the eye' and I guess that you fit that category perfectly… Miss…"
"Luna Lovegood… Ravenclaw, year four." the blonde introduced herself before looking at Aisha. "But I still don't know your name, Miss purple-haired teacher…"
Harry just sit there and watch the exchange, unsure whether he should laugh or not, while Ginny just made the look that say 'Deal with it.', and look at the passing scenery on the windows instead ignoring both entirely, but Neville seems to get even more nervous as his face turn into shade of red looking between Aisha and Luna, as if trying to determine whether her word can be trust or not, until Aisha introduce herself that is…
"Well, sorry for that…" Aisha chuckled a bit "It seems you guess is corrected, I'm your new teacher for that subject, oh, and by the way…" she looked at Neville and said with a grin. "My name is Aisha, please to meet you all too, soon-to-be my students."
"Merlin's beard!" Neville exclaimed, starring disbelievingly at the purple-haired girl in white jacket and purple dress next to him. "You're barely taller than Ginny! How can you become teacher at such age?"
Suddenly, the temperature of the compartment seems to drop down a few degrees as Aisha's face hardened, shot the round-face boy her serious-piercing glare which made him shivered, and then she spoke calmly. "Well, wait till the feast this evening to prove my word then…"
Neville quickly apologize the girl as if he thought he just offended her. "No, no, Miss… er… no Professor, I'm just… just that…"
Aisha raised her eyebrows, her stern serious expression toned down a little, and help him put out his word. "Unexpected?"
"If you put it that way… I guess yes…" Neville concurred with her and fell silent after that.
Seeing that the boy didn't want to talk further, Luna pick up where she left off and asks, not Aisha, but Harry and Ginny "Why do you travel with our teacher, Harry Potter, Ginny?"
Harry looked at his Big Sis, debating in mind whether to let Luna and Neville know his relation with her or not, but Aisha beats him at it again. "I'm just curious about students of Hogwarts and Wizarding world in general, you see… I'm not from your community…"
"What? There're other types of magic users?" Neville squeaked in surprise, the thought of other style of magic seem to never crossed his mind before.
Aisha nodded and confirms her claim. "That's pretty much it."
"Oh, this must be an interesting article for sure…" Luna piped up, her quite large eyes looked at Aisha with interest unlike she had shown before. "Secret sects of Magic users comes out of hiding, exploring the outer world, what does our Wizarding community think about it?"
Aisha blinked at the girl, her lip smiled in amusement and commend the girl for her ridiculous article for whatever newspaper she daydream in the air while ignoring the snicker sound made by Ginny suppressing her laughter. "You should consider become journalist girl… no, not journalist, writer…" she chuckled a bit "…I'm not doubt that your stories will hit best seller for sure if you keep this up…"
Luna didn't reply however, she just smiled back and dive back behind her magazine once more, ending the conversation…
Awkward silence dominated the small compartment when Harry, Neville and Ginny not know how to start a new conversations, but it did not last long, when Neville decided to talk to Harry once more, this time, he brought out his uncle's gift from his bag and show his friends a grey cactus-like plant with strange disgusting-looking tumors all over its surface.
However, once the boy started to poke his quill at one of its tumor to show his friends what this plant can do, Aisha's eyes narrowed down on it and slowly waved her hand over hers and Luna's seat, split second before the thing burst slimy, sickening smell green liquid from its pods in an instant, covering the entire compartment in a green, all students included, except for Luna and Aisha, who remained clean, not a single drop of the liquid on their person…
Harry is the first one to notice this abnormality, and he called out on her. "Sis! How can you not covering in slime like that?"
Aisha crossed her arms, ignoring the look of surprise from Ron, Ginny and Neville before replies rather bluntly. "Your fault for not casting Magic Shield in time and let panic and curiosity run amok, kids… and that's the basic rule of self-defense, never ever be careless!"
"Then why you protect Luna and not us?" Ginny asked, the green slime cover her face still not enough to hide neither the upset frown nor her voice at all.
Aisha shrugged while pointed at the magazine in the girl's hands "I just don't like seeing books get wrecked, no matter what it is, nothing more nothing less."
Harry prepared to argue with his Big Sister further, had not because of the timely interruption from another black-haired girl slid open the door and look at the carnage inside, his heart skipped and his face redden a little as the girl is Cho Chang, whom quickly apologized for coming to see him in an embarrassing state and fled the scene, reminded them that they need to clean up, and after Ginny get rid of the slimy goo, Aisha decided to asks Harry. "So, that girl earlier, you have a crush on her?"
Harry quickly averted his eyes from his Big Sis, muttering "that's not it, Sis…"
But that lame excuse isn't going to fool someone seven years older, it only made Aisha grinned widen, and tease him even more. "C'mon, you can't fool anyone with a face like that. Tell me, did she return your feeling yet?"
"That's not it. I'm not having a crush Sis!" Harry repeats his word again, to no avail, while the rest of the occupants just stared at the exchange in silent, well, mostly if not counting Luna who still see her magazine more interesting that is. The reason is that they're unsure how to react thanks to the girl's position as teacher yet acted a bit loony, but on the other hand, seeing her successfully defend herself and Luna from the slimy goo in split second while the rest just take it to the face convinced them that she's no slouch in what Dumbledore hired to teach either.
But all those thought are overridden by the word Harry used to call her 'Sis' or 'Big Sis' or something along that line, caught their interest more, especially Luna, who, after one minute of argument passed decided to ask. "Professor Aisha, are you really Harry Potter's Elder Sister?"
Two of them stopped and look at the blonde girl in unison, before Aisha broke the silence first.
"Well… not by blood if that's what you're thinking, you see…" Aisha started, before begin explaining.
It was an hour after Aisha finished her explanation that Ron and Hermione finally showed up along with the food-selling trolley on train, which everyone quickly grabbed something to eat while listening to the newly-appointed Prefects complaining about what duties they have to do, and that Malfoy has been appointed as a new Slytherin Prefect, or how Ron's going to abuse his newly-granted authority over other students which earned a scolding from Hermione and disapproving look from Aisha that made the boy quickly promised to not do it, much to Ginny's joking that he fear someone who's at least a head shorter than him.
But the good mood doesn't last long for them, as the door to the compartment opened for the third time, revealing three familiar faces to all students inside to see, the face of one of the most influential person in Wizarding Britain, as far as blood purity is concerned, and also one that Harry most despised.
The pale smug looking face blonde hair of Draco Malfoy looking into the small compartment which housed seven people, flanked on two sides by his trusted lackeys Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, something that made Harry's blood boiled when it reminded him of Mr. Malfoy he met at the trial, and at the graveyard where Cedric died, and quickly snapped at him "What's it now, Malfoy? Wouldn't you leave us alone?"
Malfoy, who now has power of Prefect, did not fear the sudden aggression Harry displayed at all, and instead he jeered back "Manner, Potter, else I'll have you get detention… because I'm not a powerless student like you, but a Prefect…"
Harry opened his mouth again to retorts, but a pair of purple eyes that narrowed down while looking at him from her seat made him shut his mouth, for in his rage, he seem to forgot that he's now in the same room with another person who held even more authority than Prefect… His Big Sister… and judging by her glare, it was clear that she's not pleased with his or Malfoy's actions at all, and her next sentence exemplified it more with a dangerously calm tone, and addressed him with family name instead of his actual name.
"Mr. Potter, you let your emotion controlled your action again… How many times I have to tell you that you'll start keeping it in check…" then she turned toward Draco Malfoy, who seem surprised as a girl's sudden scolding and began to do it to him as well. "…and you, Mr. Malfoy, you should not abuse Prefect's privilege for personal gain, it'll only disappoint those who gave you this duty…"
"And who might you be? Dare to order me, the Prefect and the heir of noble house of Malfoy around? Miss Mudblood?" Malfoy sneered back, didn't amused by the blatant scolding at all, especially from a girl whose figure and that big pink ribbon on her white jacket suggested that she must be at least a year or two younger than him! As on cue, both of his 'bodyguards' move a step closer, crackling their fists threateningly.
"I'm who is not important, Mr. Malfoy…" Aisha replied coldly, not scared by the two walking gorillas at all, her purple eyes met Malfoy's own grey, making him flinched and averted her gaze for unexplainable fear that sprang up in his mind. "…the more important is your behaviors were unfitting for such a noble title, the noble are judge not by how they acted around their equal, but their inferior, and I dare to say that you're just a spoiled brat from what you acted so far." She declared.
Malfoy's pale face colored up a little with his rage, his goons look back and forth between him and Aisha, before he decided to leave the compartment, because this mysterious purple haired girl just closed all his options for arguments, pushing further is more like admitted that he's unfit for a noble title, and using violence isn't an option either, there's nothing he can do to insult this group any longer except his parting word. "Let the filths enjoy their remaining time as the filth they are before the judgment of the pure-blood and noble be rendered on them, Crabbe, Goyle, let's go…" then he slammed the door shut. Footstep echoed in the walkway slowly replaced by the sound of train moving on rails once more.
Once they're sure that the Malfoy is truly gone, Harry rounded up on his Big Sister in an instant demanding answer. "Sis, why don't you tell them you're their new teacher and stop them?"
Aisha glanced back at him and explains. "Well, like they'll believe me, not mention that doing so mean I'm abusing my power, something I just taught them not to do a mere seconds earlier, and then there's about what I wear now…" she pointed at the big pink ribbon on her white jacket and the rest of her attires "…isn't that much convincing either… right?"
Harry can only nod, cannot find any counter argument as well as the rest of the teens who remain silent, while Aisha continues with a mischievous grin. "And besides, getting a surprise drop on them at the feast will be much funnier, don't you think?"
The first one to burst out laughter at what she just implied was the redhead boy who clutched his side as if in pain while trying to speak. "Ha ha! I can't wait to see how Malfoy will look when he sees you there! A pity I don't have camera, maybe I'll have make sure Colin take picture instead!"
Aisha looking at all teens who was in great fun imagining what that Malfoy kid would react when he found out that he has accidentally insult his new teacher, which reminded her of something she has to talk to her little brother before they reach Hogwarts, but then again, when she looked at the smiling face of the children around her, she couldn't bring herself to ruin the mood, especially Harry who had suffered through a lot during her absent.
Then again, Aisha chuckled silently, reminding them about this thing she wish to ask them later on would benefit her teaching more, so for now she'll let it slide, and enjoy the scenery outside the train until they get to Hogwarts…
Yes, that's for the best…
After sunset, the Hogwarts Express finally arrived at the station of Hogsmede, children from age eleven to seventeen pouring out of the train like a wave of ants scurried out from its nest, with the smallest of the group, or the first year look excitedly at the dots of light shining from long distance away, too far to see what it is, but the rest of students of year 2 and above know that it was the great castle which is Hogwarts itself, however, they haven't had time to tell that as loud noise of the children combined with the shouting of order from one short witch holding a lantern at the side of the station.
"First Year! First Year this way! Form up on me!"
That was not a good sign for Harry, Ron and Hermione, because if this witch he known as Professor Wilhelmina Grubby-Plank was the one in charge of collecting the first year students, then the Hogwarts' groundkeeper, Rubeus Hagrid hadn't return from whatever assignment Dumbledore asked him to do yet.
Even worse, Aisha, who slung her backpack and her hidden staff on her back, took it as a sign that she must part way with her little brother, quickly told them "See you in the main hall, good luck Harry." and before Harry can call her to stop and talk for a while, or at least help him pass the question regarding Hagrid to the Professor, she get washed away with the crowds of first year toward the Professor, leaving Harry and his friend behind.
Sighing, the Boy-who-lived know that pestering her too much will only make things worse for both of them especially with her position as teacher, so he just shrugged those feeling off and head toward one of the carriage waiting for students next to the station with his friends.
Meanwhile, Professor Grubby-Plank saw a shade of white among the mist of dark brown robe of Hogwarts students and take a look at it only to find what Dumbledore told her to be on the lookout for, she quickly shout order for students to gather up on her faster so the purple haired girl can move more freely and getting to her quicker, and thus that made Aisha come to standing next to the diminutive Professor in less than ten seconds.
"Ah, Professor Aisha I presume?" Professor Grubby-Plank asks while scanning the girl in front of her, ignoring the murmurs and gasps of surprise coming from first year students that within earshot.
Aisha bowed slightly and greets her back, along with apology. "That is I am… sorry for taking a ride with students instead of coming here right away and sorry for bothering you."
"No, no, I'm not bothered at all. In fact, I'm glad that you're at least tried to accustomed yourself with students first, seeing that you came from a place far away from England." Grubby-Plank replies with pleasant, shook her head and then introduces herself in turn. "By the way, I'm Wilhelmina Grubby-Plank, temporary teacher of Care of Magical Creatures while Rubeus Hagrid is away on assignment. I'd say welcome to Hogwarts, Professor Aisha."
"Thank you…" Aisha nodded, eyes glancing back at curious first year students behind before speaking again. "Although I'd like to stay and chat, but it seems our soon-to-be students are getting impatient, after all, it's…" she then looked at the sky before continues "At least an hour after sunset, they're sure tired and hungry already… if I'm not mistaken, that loud growl from behind me isn't thunderclap wasn't it?" She chuckled, which made some first year, both genders, behind her blushed red, causing other to laugh.
The tiny witch couldn't help but chuckled as well before she shouts order. "All right, first year! Follow me! Professor Aisha, you should grab the carriage and go ahead… I'll handle the students."
Aisha at first thinking about doing as Grubby-Plank told her, but an even more funny idea stuck her, smirking inside, she asks the temporary Professor. "We're going to the same place aren't we? Mind if I join you?"
The Great hall of Hogwarts, place for gathering of students from every houses, place where they held feasts, official meetings during important events and holiday now full with students from year 2 to year 7 sitting at four table divided them into four houses sets vertically one after another below the enchanted ceiling display the sky outside and the banners of their own house hanging overhead, waiting impatiently for the first year to show up from the main doors so that the sorting, and by extension, the opening feast, can begin faster, as most if not all of them are now starving.
Looking from the student's table to the front, there stands single, long table positioned facing them which reserved teacher, there, unlike student's tables of the four houses which still have dozens of free seats waiting for the newcomers, most of the seats on the teachers' table are occupied by all the teaching staffs of Hogwarts already, with only three empty seats in total that still waiting for someone to sit in. And plus one extra seat which now occupied with a fat, short lady with toad-like face and clothed in the ugliest pink dress one ever see smiling rather, for lack of better word, viciously at the Headmaster sitting at the center of table from time to time.
Two out of three of the empty seats, all of the students present there already know that they belongs to the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall the Transfiguration Professor and Professor Grubby-Plank who took the position temporary last year, however, the most interesting topic among the students around Harry, apart from what amount of gossip about him stemming from the smear campaign, was that this time, who will fill in the Defense Against the Dark Arts slot?
Observing from his seat, Harry couldn't help but snickered in amusement at some speculations which getting more and more absurd the more seniority the student in question thanks to their experience in other past Professors so far, sometime very illogical such as suggesting that Dumbledore will get Vampire for this year, or those who believed in Daily Prophet will told their friends that he's nut and will get Muggle to fill the slots.
At last, the moment they're waiting for finally arrived as the main door into the hall creaked open, Grubby-Plank entered the room and walk right up to her seat which usually for Hagrid, signifying that the first year will arrive any minutes now, the hall fell silent in an instant allow ones to hear a sound of multiple small footsteps getting louder and louder, ended with a flock of first year students pouring in behind Professor McGonagall, and then there's one girl with weird purple hair in white jacket that stand out of the general brown and black wizard robe that most people usually wear lagging behind the students which went to shut the door.
The first year are trembling with excitement and fear, which understandable since from Harry's memory, Professor McGonagall never once explain to them properly what sort of test they were to conduct on the poor youngsters to determine which house they would end up in. However, in case of Aisha who seems contented to just slacking behind, leaning against the huge doorframe, arms crossed, her purple eyes silently observing the main hall with curiosity, even when McGonagall returned with the old, ragged Sorting Hat, or when the sentient Hat began to sing a song, she doesn't even blink or make any surprise expression on her face like all the first year before her at all.
Once the song finished, her only reaction is to clap her hands out of respect to the tradition, or so Harry thought, but the look on her face instead of astonishment like other, it was a frown and deep in thought look which make Harry felt that the song was the cause, but he didn't know why until Hermione explained them to him that it warned them about the upcoming conflicts with Voldermort, which made him feel uncomfortable even more as he and his Big Sis Aisha cannot contributes anything to those who secretly fighting Voldermort because they'll be stuck at Hogwarts for a year to come.
And the sorting began, the process is, for lack of better word, the same as what Harry already knew, first year students slowly, one by one, walking toward the chair set between once Professor McGonagall read their name from the scroll she held out loud, dropping the Sorting Hat on them, the Hat take its time to think, or talk to them, then declared their house, which the first year will quickly move to the table, filling in the empty seat with respective senior from each house congratulate them, and McGonagall will call out the next one, and the next…
The number of first year standing at the door dwindling down in the past few minutes, making Aisha and her white jacket stand out even more than before, and the number of seniors that notice her presence also growing by the minute as well. Speculations begin to run amok among the students once more, and Harry was glad that it didn't include him this time, as he has more than fair share since he come into this hall already. And besides, listening to those speculations almost make him laugh at how inaccurate they are.
"Who's she? She's too tall for a first year."
"Why she hadn't been sort yet?"
"That white jacket? It's not Hogwarts uniform! Did she forget to buy one?"
"Maybe she is Muggle?"
"What's that thing on her back? Is that a walking stick?"
"She looks so cute!"
Then the sorting finally finished, Professor McGonagall rolled up scroll and move toward her own seat at the teachers' table as if she forget that one girl hadn't been sort yet, adding more confusion among the crowds of students, well, most of them anyway, as some first year who standing close enough to her during the exchange between her and Grubby-Plank will know exactly who she was, but their word sadly fall on deaf ear when other seniors or even fellow first year who didn't stand close enough to hear the conversation during that time ignored them all.
Then the old Headmaster rose up and begins his speech as if he didn't noticing anything wrong at all.
"To our newcomer, welcome!" the Headmaster's voice echoed throughout the hall, warm smile on his face. "To our old hands, welcome back! There's time for making a speech, but this's not it, for now I'll say… tuck in…"
Food appeared magically on every plate in front of every student, anything anyone could've wanted was available to anyone who wanted it. Some students began to fill their own plates, but for some, the mysterious woman who still stood at the door seem to garnered their attention more, as certain pale faced blonde hair boy who held the Prefect title quickly rose up from his seat, look at Dumbledore with a smug smile, and pointing at the back of the hall where Aisha stand then ask out loud "Pardon me Headmaster, but it seem there's one student has yet to be sorted."
That statement made the pink-clad toad… Umbridge started giggling in her seat, looking at Aisha as if she really is a child that need to be teach of everything, along with some students who started laughing openly, mostly from Slytherin table as they're quick to judged that from the plain, Muggle looking attire she wore, she must be some sort of Muggle, and most Slytherin's attitude despite anything related to Muggle.
Dumbledore smiled while looking at the confusing teaching staffs around him, before he stood up again and greets the last supposedly 'Student' in white jacket. "When I'm telling everyone to 'tuck in' I mean everyone should dine, including you too, Professor Aisha…"
Silence reign after his word, the students on all four tables take a few seconds to process what Dumbledore just said, and then pandemonium break loose.
"Did I hear this right? Dumbledore said that she's our new DADA teacher?"
"No Way! She is barely taller than third year!"
"Did headmaster really going to let a little girl teach us?"
"Dumbledore must crack if he thinks she can teach anyone older than second year!"
And so on… the rambling would continue for hour if not the action from Aisha's part…
Without warning, she pulled her staff, still wrapped in brown rag from her back and rammed it down on the floor full-force creating cracking sound echoed over the hall like thunder as the stone tile cracked in half and the rod itself sank beneath the floor for nearly six inches! Not to mention the shockwave sending along the ground that everyone feel thanks to the shaking tables and their seats.
The students panicked, the chatters stopped in an instant, those who sat near the main door starred in horror at the cracked stone tile and the rod-like object in rag, especially those seniors on Ravenclaw, who know enough from History book about how much enchantments has been casted over Hogwarts' structure, including protection charm to resist against any form of attacks, yet this girl damaged the enchanted tile so easily by just slamming her rod down on it, this can only mean that she's definitely NOT some little kid as some still believes, if she's a Muggle then she's a very strong one, if she's a witch… the implication are… disturbing…
And those who couldn't see where the thunderous sound came from quickly by Dumbledore's word "Thank you, Professor Aisha. But I would be more appreciate if you don't cause any more damage to Hogwarts or make your soon-to-be students panic like this."
Aisha frowned while glancing slowly around the main hall, at every single student that now fell silent, before pulling out her staff and slung it over her back, start walking to her seat leaving a hole in the stone tile behind. Each step carries out with confidence while her purple eyes glance around the room in a cold, calculating manner as if to judge these students their worth, while the students themselves looked at her curiously, yet they will avoid eye contact with her once she look their way for mere seconds, as if her gaze instilled fear into their soul, or rather, their fear of being judged.
This continue until she reached her seat and sit down, planting the staff at her side, then Dumbledore tell everyone to start eating before the food get cold and that the introduction will come later after meal and all the students and teaching staff stop starring at their mysterious purple haired Professor and start eating again.
The opening feast resumed to its lively and noisy atmosphere once again as if what Aisha has done didn't registered on their memories at all. However in most people's mind, this might be for the best as this's a school and not a boot-camp, students continue their conversation while eating, teachers conversing with one another. The only exception is Aisha herself who insisted that she won't talk during the meal, and so she's the first to finished it before struck up conversation with Professor Flitwick regarding Charm subject he teach, something that he's more than eager to share.
And then the feast comes to an end, food and desserts vanished from all plates as quickly as they appeared. Wiping his mouth politely with his napkin, Dumbledore rose up before he started his announcement about restrictions and basic rules of living here in Hogwarts, something that seniors like Harry, Ron and Hermione already know, prompted them to ignored what he said and only focus their attention on him once more when Dumbledore gesturing toward the pink-clad woman, who, as if she knew this was coming, stood up imperiously as if she was expected to stand an ovation, before Dumbledore introduce her.
"This year, we have a guest from the Ministry… May I introduce Dolores Umbridge, who will be overseeing this year as a sign of good faith between Hogwarts and the Ministry."
The woman smiled at the students gathered there, revealing numerous small, sharp teeth. "I thank you for your warm welcome, Headmaster." She spoke in simpering tone, spoken like she was trying to endear everyone around her, not realized that it has the opposite effect. Then she began tirades of speech about protecting knowledge, prompting change, and culling any prohibited activities, or rather, in hidden meaning, anything that the Ministry don't approve of or see as threat to them.
It was long-winded and annoying thanks to her 'hem' cough then and there, most students promptly ignored her, however few smart one, like Hermione, frown at Umbridge as she caught the hidden meaning between word, that what Aisha showed and warned them at Grimmuld Place were real and began to wonder what was going to play in the approaching school year.
Suddenly, Dumbledore announced once again "Thank you, Madam Umbridge, for giving us some enlightening speech… But I still have some announcement to make, as you can see that we have a change for school staffs this year. First, we are glad to welcome back Professor Grubby-Plank as our Care for Magical teacher…"
Students applauded politely while the diminutive witch stood up and waved so that all would be able to recognize her. After a moment for everyone to see her face, she sat down and allowed Dumbledore to continue. "And we welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Aisha…"
"C'mon, introduce yourself to the students!" Professor Flitwick requested at her thanks to quite enlightening conversation earlier (or rather, he did all the talking while Aisha simply a good listener.) convinced him that she should at least practice speaking with the masses, which continue until Aisha gave in a few seconds later.
Aisha stood up, however, instead of waving her hands like Grubby-Plank or begin some lame introduction like "My name is XXXX, please to meet you…" something that one would expect from someone that look like a fifteen year-old girl, Aisha extended her right hand to grabbed her staff and ram them into the ground, thankfully not crack the floor like the previous one, but still creating the thunderous noise that drown the chatter of students, who fell silent at the display yet again.
Once she had everyone's attention, she begins by calling them. "Everyone…!" her loud voice filled with confidence, authoritative and seriousness that shouldn't found on even Prefect, let alone normal schoolgirl, added up to the stern and sharp gaze of her purple orbs that still scanning the crowds continuously as if to evaluate their worth and dare them to interrupt, seem to make her look even more mature than some adults present there, particularly certain Toad. "…I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for you all this year! I'll thoroughly teach you how to defend and save yourself from any dangers or accidents you might come across in your life!"
Seeing that the hall still silent and the teaching staffs did nothing to indicate that she shouldn't proceed, and that Umbridge too busy giggling at the display as if Aisha is a comedian, that, and her strange accents too, she decided to ignore the pink-clad lady and continues. "You students are free to think that I'm just as young as you and that my words aren't worth paying attention to…"
Her gaze directed at both Prefects of the Slytherin house for a while as they're openly laughing at her, shutting them up the moment their gazes met. "But there's an old saying goes as thus 'Your actions today dictate the future.' so don't blame me if you get bad grade during exams when you're not paying attention to my class, especially those in fifth and seventh year… which I think you should know what I'm talking about already! And of course this doesn't apply to only my class but every single class you'll attend this year as well!"
"If you understand what I just say then answer me, if you don't then answer me anyway!" With such seriousness and authoritative in her voice along with how she carried herself and how mature she acts, the entire school could only answer "Yes!" in perfect unison, even Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson also doing it without thinking as well.
"That would be all… thank you Professor Dumbledore." Aisha finished her speech and sit down, earning an applauded sound not only from teachers, but from at least three tables of students too, leaving Umbridge be the only woman who didn't do so as she still clutching her side and laughing.
"She got more students to listen to her entire speech than that Umbridge woman could, so I'll give her props for that… let's hope that she's a good DADA teacher as well." Someone that Harry identified as his fellow fifth year student Dean speaking from across the table, his hand still clapping while looks impressed at this new Professor, something that Harry couldn't help but feel a little proud for having such a good Big Sister even though they're not related by blood.
Finally, Dumbledore ordered everyone to go to their own respective dorms for each of the house they assigned to, so they can rest and prepare for classes that will begin tomorrow.
Author's Note: Nothing to say here, except that I did some research for the great hall scene by looking at various fanfiction out there and the original HP one.
Sorry for the lack of actions, but then again, I'm not that good in writing battle scene…
To be continue then… see you later…