Disclaimer: This is the first time I will write a story of this length and publish it. Unfortunately, my first language is French and not English, I will ask you, my readers, to please correct me, but without being insulting.
This story will be my version of the events of Harry Potter during their fifth year at Hogwarts, I know that some of you may not like the changes I will bring to the story, but even so, I write this for me mostly.
You might see during the story some artists or music that shouldn't exist at the time of the story (1995), but I am very fond of certain music that came in the 21st century and I think they would adapt well to it.
Silence.
There he was, lying on his bed, listening intently to hear something.
But all he heard was the resounding silence of the house he grew up in.
Even if this house was the one, he grew up in, he could not bring himself to call it home.
Just a month and a half ago, he thought of the great castle that had welcomed him ever since he was eleven as his home.
But he could not anymore think of it this way.
The years spent in that castle had brought some much joy, but a lot more sorrow and sadness.
Now wherever he was, whether it be the great castle hidden deep in the heart of Scotland or the small house of 4 Privet Drive, he could not think of it as his home.
After all a home is not a place where you must suffer abuse.
And home is not a place where you see a friend murdered in cold blood.
Today was the 30th of July, just over a month since he had to face the man who murdered his parents.
After having listened to the silence for the better part of the day he had to do something to occupy his mind, he could not let his memory run wild, the memories were too raw.
Abruptly he stood up and opened the drawer of the old bedside cabinet, where he had hidden some money just in case he needed it.
He quickly put on the old sneakers he had and went out the door.
He knew he wasn't supposed to go outside.
Dumbledore had told him, that now that old snake face was back, he was more than ever in danger.
Even in little whinging.
He stopped for half a second.
Thinking about whether he should leave the house.
"Fuck it." He whispered, "I can leave for an hour nothing's going to happen."
The thing was, even if he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was scared.
Yes, the Great Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the champion of the tri-wizard tournament, was scared shitless.
He had felt the power of the Dark Lord, he had fought him, and he had been more than lucky, it was a miracle he survived.
The truth is, Voldemort was toying with him, and that scared him more than the simple fact of death.
With a burdened mind he set off toward the small shopping centre of Little Whinging.
How could he have been so stupid!
Harry was back in his room, in his cell.
He was seething, pacing in the room like a caged animal.
"Where did they come from?" he asked himself "Does he have control over them?"
He had half a mind to destroy everything that was in his field of view, but that wouldn't change anything.
After having purchased a Walkman at the mall, which was as far as he understood it, like a wireless but with headphones and had tapes with some music on it.
He had sat himself on a swing in a park close to the house.
Listening to the several tapes he had bought.
When Dudley and his crew showed up.
They had just beaten up another ten-year-old, and now they had come for him.
It started like every other time, insulting him, his nightmares, his mother.
He had lost his temper and had drawn his wand on his cousin, after that all hell came loose.
The sky darkened, cold and rain came in, despite the forecast of a heatwave.
The dementors had come for him.
Dudley unfortunately was also attacked, and Harry had defended himself and his cousin, but by doing so he broke the law of underage magic.
Once he finally escorted Dudley back home, a letter from the ministry came in, he was expelled from Hogwarts.
And now there he was, pacing, in his room, unable to think about anything else other than his now expulsion of the school of witchcraft and wizardry.
After three hours of ruminating on it, he finally had enough.
Removing his clothes and pulling on a pair of shorts he lied down on his bed. After more than thirty minutes of looking at his ceiling unable to relax or to fall asleep, he took his jeans lying on the floor and took out his new Walkman that he had put in his back pocket, pulling out one of the tapes he had bought he slid it the Walkman and put the headphones on his ears and lied back down.
The music started with a slow beat and a guitar and then the voice of the singer came out.
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots, babe
I just wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Wanna be yours
Let me be your leccy meter
And I'll never run out
Let me be the portable heater
That you'll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion (wanna be)
Hold your hair in deep devotion (I'll be)
At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean
Now I wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
Harry began to fall in Morpheus's arms thinking about who he might one day be able to sing this song to.
Harry finally began to stir, a ray of the sun on his face, pulling him from his dreamless sleep, for once that he did not have any.
Reaching to take his glasses from the bedside table he looked at the clock on it. It indicated 11 am, it was quite unusual for him to sleep this late, he was used to sleeping very little. And his aunt and uncle wouldn't have bothered to wake him up either.
Ever since he inflated the sister of his uncle, Marjorie Dursley, they had not bothered more with him than they had to. Probably scared of the repercussions of angering him.
He went down to the kitchen to find something to eat, he slowly prepared himself some eggs and bacon. Keeping his mind occupied was for now the best thing to do as he had no idea how to resolve the issue of his expulsion.
After eating he went back to his room and lay down again on his bed and took his Walkman to listen to more of the songs he had bought. He passed all his afternoon and a good part of the evening listening to it. It helped him more than he thought it would. When there was no sound his mind was going rampant, but now with this new device he bought he wasn't thinking about anything. He hadn't even thought about how today was his fifteenth birthday.
He just lost himself to the music.
He heard something. He had fallen asleep listening to the music, he could still hear the music playing from the headphones that had slipped off from his head while sleeping.
But he could also hear someone in the corridor just in front of the door to his room.
Very slowly, Harry reached into his back pocket where he always kept his wand. He slowly got up from the bed and pointed his wand to the door, preparing himself to throw a curse at any danger that could enter his room.
Then with a flash of light, the door opened abruptly. Harry was blinded, but when he finally opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Professor Moody was there, along with a tall black wizard in robes and a witch with pink hair.
"Professor Moody?" asked Harry "What are you doing here?"
"Rescuing you of course son" answered the grim-looking auror.
"Rescuing me? I have been expelled from Hogwarts" said Harry sceptically.
"Not if Dumbledore has anything to say about it" answered Mad-eye, he then turned to go back down the stairs and out of the house and said over his shoulder "Now quick follow me, we don't have a lot of time"
Harry hurried in taking some clothes in a backpack, his most precious possession, like the invisibility cape and the marauder's map, he also took his Walkman, he quickly let Hedwig out the window, knowing that his intelligent owl would be able to find him wherever he went.
Joining the other wizards outside they all summoned their respective brooms and took off to a place called headquarters.
Where this headquarters was or what it was, was a complete mystery to Harry.
Livid. That's what he was, completely, utterly, livid. They had hidden this whole order of the phoenix from him, they had been told to not write to him. To ignore him. He wasn't hurt by the command of the old headmaster, he was hurt that his friends listened. If Dumbledore had told him he couldn't write to his friends for a whole summer, he would've told him to go to hell.
It had been three days since he arrived at headquarters, and people avoided him, the only people that he allowed close to him were Sirius, Remus, and Tonks. The young Auror had proven to be a good friend in the past few days, making him laugh when needed, especially after he had to attend to his audience with Minister Fudge, about his use of magic outside of school, fortunately for him the Headmaster had been here for him even though is hearing had been advanced of a few hours and he was let go with nothing more than a slap on the wrist, and his expulsion from Hogwarts had been withdrawn.
Right now, he was sitting on the couch of the sitting room of 12 Grimmauld Place with his headphones on his ears looking out of the window.
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants t-
The music abruptly stopped when his headphones were removed from his head, turning around to see who was interrupting his brooding time, he saw none other than his own Godfather.
"Come on kiddo, I gotta show you something." Said Sirius
"What?"
"I said come on, all the Weasleys are busy cleaning up the place, and Moody, Tonks, and Remus have left." Replied Sirius quickly "We have two hours before they'll come back."
Harry got up quickly from the couch to come next to Sirius.
"Where are we going, Sirius?" Asked Harry with a smile "I thought Dumbledore said I wasn't allowed out."
"What Dumbledore doesn't know won't hurt him" smirked the dog Animagus "Now quick take my arm," said Sirius presenting his arm to Harry.
"What for?" said Harry looking at him weirdly.
"Apparating out of here"
"I thought there was a fidelius on the place, no one can get in or out except by the door and they have to know it's here," said quickly Harry looking at his Godfather dumbly.
"Mate, I'm Lord Black, I can do whatever I fucking want within those walls," said Sirius starting to get impatient "Now do you want to stay here and mope or will you take my arm, and we'll get out of here?"
Smiling at the antics of his godfather, Harry quickly put his hand on the arm that Sirius was presenting to him, the moment he touched him he felt he was pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe and suddenly he felt his feet touch down grass. He wanted to puke, he felt dizzy, and his head was spinning badly.
"Well, you're still on your feet and you haven't thrown up yet. Admirable kiddo" laughed Sirius as he helped Harry to gain his balance.
"Ugh… Where are we?" Inquired Harry looking at his surroundings, he was surrounded by fields of green as far as the eye could see, many hills with small, dotted villages. There was quite a bit of wind that ruffled his already messed-up hair. All in all, he found the place extremely beautiful.
"We're a bit northeast of Hartside Pass" Answered Sirius "Now come on" he turned to head towards a small cabin that Harry hadn't seen behind them.
Following his Godfather he quickly entered the cabin, inside it was quite small, all in all maybe as big as the living room in the Dursley's home. A bed in the corner a kitchen table in the middle a kitchen on the other corner and a small fireplace, just big enough to get in and use floo powder. It was small, but it was enough to live on.
"Sirius? What's this place?"
"This place was where I used to run off in the summers, well before your father took me in" reminisced Sirius "I used it also to hide in the past two years."
Sirius took a seat at the table and gestured for Harry to do the same, once Harry was seated in front of him he gestured with his wand to the kitchen and tea began to prepare itself. They both waited in silence for the tea, once it was in front of them Harry uttered a quiet thank you.
Harry wasn't comfortable under the gaze of Sirius Black, he twitched with his mug taking a sip or two, and waited for Sirius to start whatever he brought him here for.
But after more than five minutes of sullen silence, he couldn't take it anymore.
"What?" Said Harry irritably.
"I'm waiting for you to tell me kiddo." Shrugged Sirius
"Tell you what?" Said Harry confused.
"I'm waiting on you to tell me why you're brooding, why you're being a git to your friends by ignoring them, why you stay cooped up alone with your music? What's going on with you Harry?"
"What's going on with me?" Harry said hotly "Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that I was stuck a month, a fucking month, with my aunt and uncle and not once I received a letter, then I find out, that it was Dumbledore who gave the order."
"Now kiddo-"Started Sirius but was immediately cut off
"Oh, and how about the fact that I saw fucking Peter kill Cedric before taking MY blood to resurrect VOLDEMORT" Shouted angrily Harry stood up, fist tightened to the point he felt his fingernails piercing the skin of his palms.
Then Harry, breathing heavily felt himself crumbling, from inside out, he slumped back out in his chair, tears in his eyes, and looked at his godfather who was making a long face.
"I-I, I don't know what to do anymore Sirius" Stammered Harry, "Last year for the tournament I spent all my free time learning all the spells I could, I learned all the spells until seventh year to at least be able to compete with the others. But even then, I couldn't save Cedric, and Voldemort toyed with me." cried Harry.
Sirius went up from his chair and took a seat next to his godson, put his arm on his shoulder and looked at him in the eyes, and then said.
"Harry listen to me, what happened to Cedric was not your fault. You understand? Voldemort has killed people who were very strong wizards and witches, you are only fifteen, it's normal that you won't be able to beat him, you'll become stronger and then leave the fight to Dumbledore" Smiled Sirius, unaware of the prophecy that concerned his godson that in fact, he will have to confront the greatest Dark Wizard of all time.
"But Dumbledore won't always be there." Replied Harry grimly.
"That's true, so you have to get stronger Harry" Said Sirius with a glint in his eye
"How? I told you I already learned all the spells from the books of defence at Hogwarts. And I don't think Dumbledore will want to teach me."
"Well, first thing first, the spells you all learn in defence at Hogwarts really are only the base." Smiled Sirius "You don't really think that Aurors don't know more spells to fight off death eaters who use dark magic do you?"
"Really?" said Harry astonished.
"Yes, really kiddo" laughed Sirius "Before I was sent to Azkaban I was finishing my last year of Auror training you know, I still have the books at home with all the spells we're supposed to learn"
"You were going to be an Auror?" inquired Harry with curiosity.
"Damn right I was, I would've put Moody's record to shame," said Sirius confidently "Anyway I think you have more use for these books than I do, I'll lend them to you, so you can learn more offensive spells."
"Thank you, Sirius." Said Harry while pulling him into a hug
"It's nothing" returned Sirius while accepting the hug "Just do me a favour, and forgive your friends, merlin knows they've missed you as much as you've missed them alright?"
"Yes, Sirius." Said Harry finally wiping his tears-tainted cheeks.
Sirius then stood up and walked in the direction of the door.
"Now come on, I didn't bring you here just to mope around." Smiled the fugitive "Come and see your birthday present."
As quick as possible Harry went up and out the house following his godfather, they went around the house where there was something hidden underneath a tarp. Sirius took hold of the tarp and pulled it off, when it finally came off Harry saw a motorcycle underneath.
The motorcycle was beautiful, black in colour with a brown leather seat, on the side of the tank in beautiful silver letters there was written: Royal Enfield. The motorcycle was a cafe racer in style it was what the heroes in the TV shows Dudley watched were riding.
"Now what a beauty" smiled Sirius "I've missed her since I went to Azkaban" Using his wand he sent a cleaning spell on the motorcycle, all the dust was removed and it looked like it was polished.
"Sirius why do you have a motorcycle?" asked Harry still looking at the beauty in front of him.
"Well, when I was your age actually, I ran away from home, at the time I didn't know how to apparate, but I wanted to get away from London, so I stole her, and I rode her until I arrived here at this house" smiled Sirius reminiscing "I spent the rest of that summer charming her to be able to fly as fast as possible and still be able to ride her the muggle way"
"wow" said Harry astonished.
"Yeah, well, now I want you to have her."
"What?" exclaimed Harry looking at his Godfather like he had grown another head "Sirius, I can't be driving a motorcycle, I'm too young!"
"Harry, since when do you follow the rules?" asked Sirius slyly "Ever since you stepped foot in the magical world your principal occupation has been to break every rule possible."
Harry laughed lightly "Well yes but this is different."
"Even now Harry think about it, I am a convict that escaped prison and we got away from your place of hiding without the approval of the Great Albus Dumbledore, and we will get in trouble so let's at least do something fun no?"
"Alright then!" laughed Harry "Oh and Sirius? Since we're breaking the rules."
"Yeah?"
"Will you teach me how to apparate?" Grinned Harry
Sirius laughed and then said, "I'm such a bad influence, of course, I'll teach you kiddo, might take some time though."
"That's alright." laughed Harry.
Together they then spent the rest of the day teaching Harry how to use the clutch on the bike, the brakes, how to turn correctly while leaning, and Sirius even let Harry try the flying mode of the motorcycle but only a few feet in the hair. Harry had never had this much fun in his entire life than this afternoon spent with Sirius breaking the rules, making jokes, learning how to drive, and trying the first steps of apparition.
Evidently, when they came back that night after way more than the initial two hours they had away, Sirius and Harry were seriously scolded by one very angry Molly Weasley as well as a promise to write to Dumbledore about their foolishness.
Looking at each other from the corner of their eyes, Harry and Sirius couldn't care less about the threats just thinking about how today had been for both the best day they ever had in the last fifteen years.
The month of August passed quickly for Harry and the order, the night Harry and Sirius came back from their day out, Harry apologized to Hermione and Ron and they in turn apologized to him for not writing and not trying to understand how he felt.
Then for the reminder of the month, he helped the Weasley family clean the rest of Grimmauld Place, he also started to read the first of the three books that Sirius lent him, he saw many spells in it that seemed very useful, but he couldn't even try them because he wasn't allowed to use magic.
One of the few that caught his eyes was the charm Fumos, a charm that created a smokescreen that hindered the visibility of all those caught within, another one was a tracking spell Appare Vestigium which reveals the traces of magic including footprints and track marks.
There were many more spells that he thought he could use to get stronger or a better wizard.
Whenever they could Sirius and Harry slipped away from Grimmauld Place for an hour or two, to go to Sirius's hidden cabin, to continue learning apparition and riding his new motorcycle as well as having fun as Godfather and Godson.
As August rolled away, it was now time again to pack their bags and say goodbye to their family as they headed for their fifth year at Hogwarts.
As was the case every year, the 1st of September was utter chaos. None of the Weasleys were ready, people were running up and down the house to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything.
Once they all had their trunk ready, they were on their way to King's Cross, once there they arrived only two minutes before the train was scheduled to leave. With hasty goodbyes to the Weasley family, Padfoot, Moody, and Tonks. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and the rest of the Weasley children got on the Hogwarts Express for a once again long train ride to Scotland.
Once all the students arrived at Hogwarts, they all took place at their respective house tables in the great hall, the annual sorting of the first years, filled with joy and applause, the usual song about unity in Hogwarts, and then what mattered the most for a lot of students.
The feast.
As always Ron made a show of putting all he could find and fit in his mouth while Hermione chastised him, and Harry laughed at the antics of his two best friends. Everything seemed normal and for once he hoped that he would have a normal school year, where the only thing he had to worry about was homework and grades.
He was very unfortunately proven the contrary.
When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the Hall was starting to creep upwards again, Dumbledore got to his feet once more. Talking ceased immediately as all turned to face the Headmaster.
"I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices," said Dumbledore." First-years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students — and a few of our older students ought to know by now, too. Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are several other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr Filch's office door. 'We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Dumbledore continued, "Tryouts for the house Quidditch teams will take place on the — "
Cutting off the speech of their Headmaster, a small pudgy woman, clad in pink from head to toe came in front of the students.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome." Her voice was high-pitched, breathy, and a little girlish "Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say!" She smiled "And to see such happy little faces looking up at me!"
Harry glanced around. None of the faces he could see looked happy.
"I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!'
"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."
"Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."
The Headmaster thanked her for a beautiful speech and applauded, which was followed by a very small part of the students.
"I didn't get anything of what she said," said Ron looking totally lost.
"Let's just say, I don't think it's for the best she came here," said Harry with a frown.
"Ah you understood it too Harry then?" asked Hermione looking at her best friend.
"Understanding what?" said Ron once again looking between his two friends with confusion.
"Let's just say, my hopes of having a normal year just went out the window." answered Harry looking at the pink toad sitting at the teacher's table.
Oh, and how right he had been.
It was now October, and rain and grey clouds had fallen on Hogwarts, in the last month every last student had noticed the severe changes in the school they loved. It all first began with their first class of defence against the dark arts. Umbridge had antagonized Harry to the point he screamed at her in anger. He couldn't stand it, he had suffered at the hands of Voldemort, and he even had the scars and the memories to prove it, but no the minister would not want the truth to come out, he had not been allowed to show his memories in court, that would have been too easy now.
And then came his detention with Umbitch as they had taken to calling her. As usual, when a student had detention, he showed up to the office of his professor to be handed his punishment, he had to restrain himself so badly each time she opened her mouth. Once she gave him his punishment, he was confused but as the itching on his hand became more pronounced and even became pain, he understood it. A blood quill. They had studied it in history of magic, Goblins used them to write binding contracts, but other than for that use they were illegal. He had half a mind to run out of the toad's office and run for his head of house, but he could not take the risk of her stunning him because he wasn't quick enough, after all there she sat watching him writing his lines with her wand in her hands, almost waiting for him to jump or to react to the torture she was objecting him to.
He endured it, as he always did, Ron had tried to make him show his scars to McGonagall, or even Dumbledore, but he refused, it would again put his word against the word of the ministry, and he knew he wouldn't win it.
After a few weeks of completely laughable lessons of defence people were getting antsy, after all this was their OWL's year and what they learned in defence was how to surrender quietly. No that wouldn't do it for them. Especially for Ron and Hermione, these two believed their best friend in the return of the Dark Lord, and they feared what would happen in the future, they wanted to know how to defend themselves, and so these two found themselves in the library.
"I'm telling you, Ronald, we need someone to teach us," said Hermione quietly looking around the library hoping no one would overhear them.
"Hermione for the fifth time, I agree with you, but unless you have a professor of defence hidden under your bed then we're stuck with Umbitch" replied Ron a bit exasperated, it was, maybe the tenth time Hermione said that to him this week.
"Not necessarily a professor no," said Hermione in a sing-song voice Ron knew she used when she had a new crazy idea.
"What do you mean?" asked Ron.
"Ron, who is the best in defence in our year?" asked Hermione with a smile.
"I don't know. You? You're always the best in every class" replied Ron.
"Not in defence" she said with again that sing-song voice.
"Who then?"
"Really Ron, please use your brain, who in our year learned all the spells until seventh year?"
Realization came bearing down on Ron and his face turned to a shocked expression.
"Harry?"
Hermione only nodded at him with a smile on her face.
"Hermione, you must be out of your mind if you think that Harry is going to accept this." Said Ron quickly "He hates being the center of attention, and you want to ask him to teach? Not even counting the fact that Harry is not the most popular these days, people won't want to listen to him."
"Well, there's some truth in what you say, but we have to convince him, Ron, if not him then who?" asked the bushy-haired witch.
Even Ron had no answer to that, it was true, the only one with enough knowledge to teach them that they knew of, was Harry.
"And people are getting desperate and scared Ron, even if they don't want to admit You-Know-Who's back, they all feel that something has changed, and they'll take any opportunity they can." Continued Hermione.
"Okay then, let's say we convince Harry, there's two problems, who and where?" asked Ron.
"Where is a good question that I haven't thought of, as for the who, well probably anyone who wants to learn how to defend themselves" answered Hermione looking pensive.
"Mione we can't accept anyone, what if they go on and snitch up to Umbitch?" said Ron.
"You're right, I'll have to think about that." She replied.
"In the first place we still need to convince Harry, where is he even?" said Ron.
"Quidditch practice"
"Ah right"
"In any case you're right we have to convince him, come on, let's wait for him in the common room he should be back soon," said Hermione standing up, taking her books, and putting them in her bag, Ron followed suit without ever realizing that their whole conversation had been listened to.
Just in the aisle behind the table where the two Gryffindors sat and discussed their plan stood a girl.
This girl had blonde hair that fell just below her shoulder, pale skin, she was tall for her age, her icy blue eyes were now glinting with hope.
"Interesting," said the girl before going back to the table she used as a desk, putting all her books in her bag, and putting on her robe that she had discarded, the silver snake on a green background stood proudly on her chest.
He had accepted, after a weeklong of probing from Ron and Hermione, he accepted. He had absolutely no idea of how he was going to teach people defence, I mean sure he knew how to do the spells, but doing and teaching aren't exactly the same thing, he had tried to say that to Hermione but she just said that he would figure it out while doing it and that whatever he did would be better than the class of Umbridge.
It was now Friday night, he had finished his last class of the day, Charms, and was now headed to the library, he usually only went there with Hermione, but he needed to calm his nerves, and he wanted to find a book on teaching. Tomorrow, he had the first meeting of what was to be his class, at Hog's Head Inn, he didn't how many people would show up and Hermione would not say anything about it.
When he finally arrived at the library, Madame Pince looked at him suspiciously, and rightly so, he never was here alone, and when he was it was usually to wreak havoc.
He spent around an hour in the library looking for books about teaching or how to manage groups of people.
And of course, he found nothing. Why would there be books about teaching in a school library, the students don't need to know how to teach, the professors are there for that.
At that, he chuckled "If our 'professor' was doing her job I wouldn't need to find books about teaching" he thought to himself
"Well, I tried," Harry said to no one in particular "I'll wing it then."
He went out of the library to find his way to the great hall, it was almost time for dinner. His head full of thoughts of how to go about teaching defence to people that were in the same year as him or even maybe above, he didn't particularly give attention to his surroundings, rounding up a corner he felt someone grab his arm and pull him harshly in an empty classroom, the door closed behind him. He quickly spun away from his attacker and wiped out his wand with a curse just about to go off from his lips when he noticed his attacker was holding her hands up.
Daphne Greengrass stood there in front of him with her hands up, she had seen him coming down the hallway and she needed to talk to him, she had tried to find a way to talk to him for the whole week now, but he was always accompanied by his two friends, so when she saw him walking down the hallway not paying attention she knew that was her moment.
She, however, hadn't anticipated how quick his reflexes were, as soon as she pulled him into the classroom, he was ready to hex her, she was impressed and a bit scared at that.
"What do you think you're doing?" said Harry dangerously still holding his want up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Replied the Slytherin.
Harry looked at her, she still had her hands up, and her wand was nowhere near her hands so she couldn't try anything, and quite frankly she looked quite scared.
Sighing he lowered his wand "What do you want...huh, Green-huh, Greenfield" said Harry stammering a bit as he didn't remember her name, all he knew about the girl was that she was in Slytherin, she was silent, she was smart, almost as good as Hermione in class, and boys were scared of her and calling her an Ice Queen.
"It's Greengrass" she replied annoyed.
"Yeah right, Greengrass," said Harry bashfully "So what do you want?"
Daphne, looking at Harry, realizing that she wasn't going to get hexed to bits relaxed and put her hands back down, and as soon as she did so her face changed to a mask of cold indifference. At that Harry startled a bit, he knew people called her cold, but she just went from scared to nothing, in not even ten seconds she had mastered her emotions, and that impressed him greatly as he had so many problems controlling his emotions.
She walked gracefully around him to the desk of the professor and leaned against him, and then looked him in the eye.
"Potter" she began "I've heard that you and your friends are somewhat starting a group to learn defence."
Immediately Harry was on the defensive. Slytherins were not supposed to know that bit of information, they went to great means to pass the word to Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors without any of the Slytherins knowing.
"How do you know about that" Harry growled.
"I heard Weasley and Granger talking about it in the library a week ago" she answered calmly "Also, my little sister is in Ravenclaw, she would have told me eventually."
"These idiots," thought Harry. "So, what are you going to do about this?" he asked, "Blackmail? Send word to Umbridge?"
"What" said Daphne as surprise broke her emotionless expression.
"Yeah, what do you want from me, you know what we want to do, and you're a Slytherin, as far as I know, you guys don't like me very much, so what's it going to be? Blackmail?" Replied Harry beginning to get angry.
"Not all Slytherins are like Draco bloody Malfoy, Potter, you better remember it before you compare me to him again," said Daphne glaring at him.
Harry gulped deeply at this, if looks could kill, he sure as hell would be dead right now.
Calming herself, Daphne once again, took on her emotionless visage and said to him.
"I want to learn too."