You Have to Move It, Move It

18th of January, 1995.

Harry endured Potions in the morning. He sat through DADA. He tutored Neville in Transfiguration since Neville still had some problems. He was doing far better now that he had his own wand though. Then he didn't even show up for History. He went to the library and studied on his own instead. Hermione didn't approve, but she also didn't feel like arguing with him about something so silly.

Harry was in a bad mood. Severus had been nastier than usual. He had a headache. He missed Rhavaniel and Katla. He walked into the defence classroom and faced Moody.

"We're fightin' today laddie," Moody said. "I wanna know what you're capable of."

"Sounds good," Harry said. He caught a spell that the older man sent at him with a shield. And then … they were fighting for real.

Harry had to use every type of spell in his arsenal to keep up with the experienced former Auror. They danced around each other for several minutes. Then Harry was hit in the chest with a white beam and doubled over. He fell down on his knees.

"You are good, kid," Moody said. He pointed his wand at Harry's neck. "Dead," he said.

Fire sprung out from Harry. He grabbed Moody's wrist and tripped the man so he fell down on the ground. An ice spear appeared in his hand as he stood above the man. "Dead," he said.

Moody started laughing. "Help me up laddie," he said. "Normally I would tell you that doing what you just did is stupid, but my experience of Death Eaters is that they will try to do exactly what I just did."

Harry nodded. "I can't be perfect," he said. "But if we continue this I'll definitely get better. I also didn't use my Thu'um at all this time."

"The dragon magic is different?" Moody asked.

"It is," Harry said. "I don't want to rely on it though because if I get silenced then I'm not sure I can use it." He helped Moody return the classroom to normal.

"It is good to know your own limitations," Moody said. "We'll work on the rest. You learn quickly. That is good." he was moving a chair as a thought hit him. "It strikes me how much you dodged in that fight. I'm not as quick as I once was. Your classmates don't know how good dodging can be. I think maybe we should teach them."

"If you want to," Harry said. He didn't mind helping out.

"I think we should," Moody said. "People will complain." He grinned. "It will be worth it."

Harry laughed. He felt better. Some duelling had gotten his blood pumping and that had helped with the bad mood he was in.

"Tomorrow then," Harry said.

"Be prepared," Moody said.

Harry headed up to the common room. He sat down next to Hermione. She had given up on asking him where he went. She never got a proper answer and it hurt. "Be ready for some interesting DADA lessons in the near future," Harry said. "I just spent a period with Moody and he has some wild ideas. The Slytherins will hate him and the Ravenclaws will go nuts."

"You were with Professor Moody?" Hermione asked.

"Yupp," Harry said. "He promised to teach me some things so we will meet up last period on Wednesdays."

"That's nice," Hermione said. She sighed. She felt like he was keeping secrets, and she didn't know what to do. "How are you doing with your homework?"

"I'm almost done. We can finish up tomorrow," Harry said.

Hermione nodded. "That works. Should we ask Ron and Neville too?" she asked.

"Sure."

19th of January, 1995.

Harry had Neville were sitting side by side in History the next morning. They were going to head over to Herbology soon enough. Binns just needed to stop droning on about whatever it now was that he was talking about. Harry was glad that he was self-studying. Neville was taking notes from a book that Harry had opened between them. Together with Hermione, Neville and Harry were learning History. Whenever they had study time but were done with their other homework they studied History.

There wasn't that much they could do in Herbology in the cold, but Madam Sprout was teaching them about spells they could use to care for different plants. It wasn't as much fun as taking care of the plants, but it was necessary knowledge.

They stopped in the Great Hall for lunch before heading to the Defence classroom. They walked in and sat down. Harry was excited. He knew what was coming and he wanted to see the other student's faces.

They had arrived a good while before everyone else. Moody was still prepping. He looked over at Harry and called him over. "We're going to split people off in groups today. Then you will teach a third each period while the other two groups will study spells with me."

"Sounds good," Harry said.

"You will be in charge of the single third on your own. I hope that is alright," Moody said. "I cannot move that fast anymore."

"The other students probably will not be too happy with this," Harry said.

"Tough luck," Moody said. "I'm starting this with all other years next week, and I will have already picked my helpers from those years as well. There are help teachers from all houses."

"I guess that makes it a little better," Harry said. It wasn't like he cared. He just wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

Harry jumped up on the teacher's desk while Moody walked out to fix up the adjacent room for him. The students filled in and sat down. People were giving Harry strange looks.

Moody came limping in his wooden leg; it made a resonating thud with every second step. "Stand up," he said gruffly. "Today I'm going to teach you a very important part of self-defence." he turned back around and headed back into the next room. The door must have been added after Harry had been by the day before.

Harry walked right behind Moody as they entered the sparing room. Harry could feel the added wards. It was obvious that Moody did not want them to actually hurt each other.

"Potter come here," Moody ordered.

Harry walked forward. He dropped his robes and kicked them to the wall. They disappeared instantly as Winky picked them up. Harry stopped as he was standing in line with Moody in front of the other students.

"Today I'm going to teach you how to dodge spells. The reason I have Potter up here is because of his work with the Horntail," Moody said. "He has proven that he can do it." He turned to Harry.

"Don't get hit, Potter!" He started sending low-level hexes, jinxes and charms at Harry.

Harry moved out of the way. He rolled and he jumped. A red spell flew just past his ear. He was smiling. It was almost like dancing.

"That's enough," Moody said.

Harry was breathing heavily and as he lowered his head he could see that his hair was pink. He started laughing.

"Constant Vigilance!" Moody roared and everyone but Harry jumped. "This is no laughing matter Potter," he said sternly.

Harry nodded. "One spell," he said. "I didn't even try to use my wand." He'd just run with the pink hair. It was kind of funny. He looked at his classmates. Some looked bored. Others looked impressed.

"You'll split into teams of two and start practising now. You are not allowed to use any spell that can hurt your partner," Moody said. "I will not have any whining about this. It could save your life someday."

Harry could see Malfoy from where he stood. He didn't look happy. People had asked Harry time and time again why he had saved the Malfoy heir all those weeks ago. His classmates just couldn't understand why he would do that. He'd tried telling them that first of all he hadn't known it was Malfoy at the time, and second of all he might not like the git, but he didn't want any of his classmates dead. People had apparently been hysterical when the unicorn attacked him. He hadn't noticed. He must have zoned them out. He had other things to worry about at the time.

When Moody presented the idea of what they were about to do to him, he had figured that the Slytherins would be the most against this idea, and he had been right. The Snake House was grumbling quite a lot. He paired up with Neville and moved as far away from them as possible. "Don't worry so much," he said. "I won't cast anything dangerous at you. Just try to move out of the way." He raised his holly wand and aimed.

Neville nodded. He straightened a bit and then he focused on the sparks coming from his friend's wand. He got hit a lot, but he managed to avoid a lot too.

"I am going to split the class into three sections," Moody said when they had finished for the day. "Group one will be here on Wednesdays, group two the early period on Thursdays and group three the later period on Thursdays. When you are not in here you will research hexes and curses and ways to defend against them in the classroom with me. In here, Potter will be in charge. He knows the drill and will lead you through the steps. I've personally made sure of that."

Harry could hear the grumble from the Slytherins, but he didn't care much. They would either listen to him or not practice practical magic. It really was that easy.

Astronomy that night was actually kind of interesting. Not that Harry cared much for Earth's stars; they were so few and scarce. He sighed and his eyes travelled over his classmates. Rumours had been flying around for weeks concerning Draco after the unicorn incident. He had been in a lot of trouble. Their Professor had not been happy with him. That wasn't Harry's problem. He just liked keeping tabs on it since Lucius did kind of respect Kato. His eyes moved away from Draco and back to the sky. It didn't reveal anything else just because he spent more time looking at it.

25th of January, 1995.

The following week Harry walked into the Defence classroom after a double potions class. He was frustrated. Snape needed to learn how to keep track of things. He was blaming the Gryffindors for things the Slytherins did. It wasn't anything new, but he could see it happening now.

Moody was already in the classroom when he walked in. "How long until class starts?" Harry asked.

"Another ten minutes," Moody said.

"Fight me," Harry said. "I know we'll have to keep it all nice and child friendly, but I'm not going to do any good for this class as angry as I am right now." He readied himself for battle.

Moody stood up and started sending spells at Harry.

Harry smirked as he let himself go. He was careful so he wouldn't scare the poor students with the spells he could perform. He danced out of the way of Moody's spells and sent his own. He barely noticed the other students entering the classroom behind him. It wasn't until Moody stopped attacking him that he realised the room was filled with students.

He turned around and smiled. "Well, I guess that's enough for now," he said. "I hope that actually lets you know why we are learning how to dodge." He walked to the side. "Think back, there is no way to protect against the Unforgivables; you have to dodge them."

There were students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin in the group Harry was going to teach. They had split the Ravenclaws up between the Hufflepuffs and the Slytherins and then they had kept the Gryffindors to themselves because they tended to get rambunctious. "If the people in group one could come with me," he said as he headed into the next room. He waited for the students to join him. He noticed that he had Malfoy in this group. He hoped that wouldn't create problems.

"Let's get started," Harry said. "With fewer of us, it should be easier to move around. Split off. I'll walk around and give pointers. I will fight each of you in turn as well."

"You think you are that much better than us, Potter?" Malfoy said.

"I think I have been left in charge by the Professor Mr Malfoy and I will take that position seriously," Harry said. "In here I am a teacher. I can give and take points as I see fit. However, I cannot just take points because I don't like someone or give points because I like someone else. I still have to answer to Professor Moody at the end of the day."

Harry walked up to one of the Slytherin students. It was a dark-skinned boy with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes. "Will you dance with me?" he said with a smirk.

Brown eyes narrowed slightly before the boy, Zabini maybe, walked forward. "Only if I get to lead," he said.

Harry smiled mischievously. "Of course," he said.

They started shooting spells at each other much like what Harry had done with Moody when the others entered the classroom. They moved around each other sending, blocking, and dodging spells. Harry kept his eyes on everyone else as they fought. He threw up a heavy shield. "Davis, use smaller movements please," he said. He broke the shield and cast several spells in fast succession followed by a spell to release Zabini again. He walked over to Davis. "If you use smaller movements with your wand it is easier for you to change direction," Harry instructed. He showed her and dispelled the active spells on her. He moved around the room and checked everyone's form. He gave pointers and he forced people to move about. Sometimes he would step in and throw a couple of spells himself. He took notes so he would know what to address next class.

Harry watched Zabini as he fought a Ravenclaw boy he didn't know the name of. They were doing a really good job. He threw up a spell that mostly just caused a loud bang. "That's good," he said. "Ten points to Slytherin. Zabini you have done an excellent job. Goldstein, you need to control your movement better, but you have gotten the gist of it. Five points to Ravenclaw." He gave a few more points out before he sent them off.

Harry turned around and started looking over the notes he had taken during the class. He heard people talking behind him and he turned around.

Several Slytherins were still in the classroom. Why hadn't they left already?

Blaise looked over at Harry. It seemed like their instructor had noticed that they hadn't moved on. He hadn't paid that much attention to the Gryffindor 'Golden Boy' before. He walked up to Harry and reached out. He snatched his glasses away. Large green eyes looked up at him.

"Will you give those back please," Harry said. He was really glad that he had made sure he had fake glasses rather than relying on a glamour.

Dark fingers lifted his chin up.

"Blaise, what are you doing?" Pansy asked.

"He has pretty eyes," Blaise said.

Harry blinked surprised. He wondered briefly what Zabini would think if he got to see what he really looked like.

"Potter? Really Blaise what has gotten into you," Draco said.

Harry moved to look at Draco, and his eyes widened. "You don't like me Draky-poo?" he asked tearfully, and then he laughed and snatched his glasses back. "See you next time," he said before disappearing through the door.

Blaise turned to Draco. "That's why you have such a hard time around him Draco. Little Potter is a pretty boy under those glasses. You have competition now," he said with a smirk.

Draco rolled his eyes. Like he wanted to be known as the pretty one. He knew it was just Blaise teasing him, but the fact that he had interacted so easily with Potter and not gotten an angry response kind of rubbed him the wrong way.

26th of January, 1995.

Harry watched the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws leave. They had done alright. It had been a bit hard to get them going, but once they all realised that it was enough to throw colour-changing spells at each other, they had loads of fun. It wasn't so bad getting hit with a spell if all it did was change your hair colour.

Then the Gryffindors entered the classroom. Hermione was bouncing slightly and Neville smiled at him. Harry set them up and just told them to use the colour-changing spells. That had been so much easier than the first lesson he had held. He paired Ron with Neville because he knew both of them had the same problem. They lacked confidence. He wanted to help Ron with that too, he guessed. He at least didn't want to make it worse for him.

He walked around the room and gave pointers. He gave both Neville and Ron points for picking up on what he meant as quickly as they did. The Gryffindor class was fun and carefree. Harry spent a lot of time making sure that they all stayed serious enough to learn what he was trying to teach them. They were laughing as they left the DADA classroom for the day. Ron was punching Harry's shoulder. "That was amazing, dude," he said.

"You are a pretty good teacher," Dean said.

"Yeah, that was so much fun," Seamus said. His hair was bright yellow and his eyes lime green. He had been hit quite a few times. As a matter of fact. Most of the class was miss coloured. Harry was hoping that they would get better and that next week they wouldn't be quite so colourful.

15th of February, 1995.

Remus walked into Gringotts. He had been given the Cure two weeks earlier. Tonight would possibly be the first night that he did not turn. He was nervous. In his hand, he clutched another letter from Harry. He wasn't sure if Harry kept track of the moon calendar or if he just happened to send letters to him on the day of the full moon.

Remus had told Harry about the Cure. The letter in his hands was a message of good luck.

Kato was smiling at Remus as he entered. "Ready to see this work, Mr Lupin," he said.

"Yes," Remus said.

"Nervous I take it," Kato said. "I can't say I blame you. This will be life-changing for a lot of people."

Remus nodded. "Same room as last time?" he asked.

"Yes, please go ahead," Kato said.

Remus entered the room. Everything was repaired since the last time he had been there. He sat down in the armchair. He grabbed a book and started reading.

A knock sounded through the door.

The door opened and Kato stepped inside. "We will be opening the ceiling to let the moonlight in now Mr Lupin," he said. "I will tell you that you should have already turned by now. The moon has been up for the past half hour."

Remus stood up as the ceiling opened up and he could see the moon.

"We are lucky," Kato said. "It is a perfect night for this."

Remus didn't realise it at first, but he was crying. He could look at the full moon and laugh. He wasn't turning. He didn't turn. He sat back down in the armchair. "Thank you," he said as he looked at Kato. "Thank you."

"Thank you for helping us prove that we do have a cure," Kato said. He walked back out of the room. "Good night, Mr Lupin."

"Good night, Healer Peverell," Remus said.

16th of February, 1995.

Remus smiled at Chiara as they walked out of the Bank together. They had been asked to help the goblins find other werewolves. It was a six-month gig that would give them a bit of a lift. "We need to get you better clothes," Chiara said. She pushed him into Madam Malkin's. She smirked as they were led off with an assistant and Remus was slowly being fitted. The assistant seemed like a nice girl. Her name was Lana and she was quite fascinated with the fact that they had been werewolves, but they were now cured. Chiara smirked as she saw the looks that Lana was sending Remus especially after they had gotten him into more appropriate robes. Remus dressed up nicely. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked. Chiara as they left. He had been handed a slip of paper with Lana's name and address on it.

"Write to her. Ask her out. Have some fun for once," Chiara said.

"But I…" Remus stopped himself. He wasn't a Werewolf anymore. He didn't have to worry about hurting people. He looked back at the store. "You think she was interested?" he asked.

"Yes," Chiara said.

Remus ran a hand through his hair. It was the day after the full moon and he felt great. He smirked. He knew what Sirius would say. Maybe it was time he caught up on some lost time.

Chiara laughed.