AN Nothing to say except since Hermione doesn't have the time turned, she isn't taken Divinations. And I gave the wizarding world's magic a history of where it came from. Enjoy the new chapter.
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Chapter 8: The First Day of Classes
The following morning Harry, along with Ron and Hermione, entered the great hall for breakfast to a roar of laughter from the Slytherin table; they looked over to see Draco Malfoy acting as if he was fainting. Harry groaned, knowing Malfoy was making fun of his reaction to the Dementor.
"Ignore him, Professor Snape is watching," Hermione whispered. Harry glanced toward the head table to see that Snape was indeed watching; he and a couple of the teachers Harry didn't know were the only staff in the Great Hall.
"That's easier said than done," Harry mumbled; he and Draco Malfoy had strongly disliked each other since their first year when Harry refused to shake Malfoy's hand after he insulted Ron, who Harry had just befriended.
"Hey, Potter," Malfoy yelled as Harry turned toward the Gryffindor table. "Have you had any more run-ends with the Dementors, has the brave Gryffindor fainted anymore?"
"If you're so brave, Malfoy, why don't you walk down to the front gate and tell them good morning?" Harry demanded, "See how you handle being around them."
"Alright, Potter, I might just do that." Malfoy replied, "I'll tell them you send your love." The Slytherins started laughing.
"Oh, you're hilarious," Harry replied.
"Potter," Snape spoke up, "Are you and your friends already starting trouble this morning? I do hope I don't have to take points before your very first class."
Before Harry could reply, there was a bark, and Professor Ikol's large dog came running into the Great Hall, followed by Professor Ikol and Professor Lupin.
"Will you be taking points from Slytherin as well?" Professor Ikol asked, walking up and standing next to Harry. "Because Malfoy there was trying to provoke Harry."
"That's not what I saw, Professor," Snape replied, his upper lip curling.
"It is what I heard." Professor Ikol replied, narrowing her eyes. "He did the same last night, and I did see that. Really, Professor, it's unprofessional to play favorites."
Snape said nothing. He just narrowed his eyes back at Ikol, and the two stood there with looks so full of loathing toward the other you could practically full the hate in the room.
"Harry," Professor Lupin spoke up. "Go on to the Gryffindor table so that you can have some breakfast before your first class."
"Come on, Harry," Hermione said, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards their house table. Ron, following them, they took sat around Fred and George. With Hermione next to Fred on one side, Ron on the other, and Harry across from Hermione, sitting next to George, who sat across from Fred.
"Professor Ikol sure doesn't like Snape," Ron said as he watched Ikol and Lupin take seats far away from Snape. Moments later, Snape stood and strolled out of the Great Hall.
"She has good taste then," Fred replied, handing them their schedules. "McGonagall asked us to give you these."
"Oh, thanks," Hermione said, "Wonderful, we have a couple of new classes today."
"We have Divinations first," Ron announced. Harry was putting bacon on his plate when he felt something bump his leg and looked down to see Jinx staring up at him.
"You again?" Harry asked, "Alright." He picked up a piece of bacon and tossed it to the dog.
"I have Arthmancy first," Hermione said. "It should be interesting."
"It's going to be weird having a class without you," Harry said, grabbing a piece of sausage and handing it to Jinx.
"Before filling out what classes to take this year, I asked Professor McGonagall if I could take them all. She informed me it was impossible because they were some at the same time, and besides, it would be too much for me," Hermione admitted. Ron stared at her as if she had grown a second head.
"Only Hermione Granger would want to take all the classes at school," Fred said, shaking his head in disappointment. The Slytherin table laughed again, and Harry looked that way to see Malfoy acting like he was fainting again.
"Git," George said, "He wasn't so brave when the Dementors were on our end of the train. I thought he was going to wet himself."
"Anything to make me look bad," Harry said, tossing Jinx more bacon.
"We'll see how much he's laughing when Quidditch starts," George said; that got Harry smiling because Malfoy had never beaten him at Quidditch before.
"I can't wait," Harry said.
"Come on, George, our first class is History of Magic. I want to make sure we have good seats," Fred said, standing.
"Hang on," Harry said. "You two want good seats for History of Magic?"
"Of course," George replied, "Don't need annoying students blocking our view."
"View of what?" Ron demanded.
"The beauty that is Reigna Ikol," George said. A dreamy look on his face.
"Oh, for goodness sake, she's your teacher," Hermione said. "And too old for you." Ron coughed something that sounded like Lockhart, and Hermione glared at him.
"Hermione, honey, " Fred said, patting her shoulder, "It's not like George, and I plan to ask her for a date to Hogsmeade."
"We are well aware we are children in her eyes," George said, "It doesn't hurt to look, though."
"And appreciate her beauty from afar," Fred said.
"Or up close in the front of the class," George said.
"You are being disrespectful," Hermione said. Harry secretly agreed.
"Relax, Hermione," Fred said, grabbing his bag. "Not like we are going to say any of this to Professor Ikol."
"Yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist," George added, standing and grabbing his bag. "Ready for class, Freddy?"
"Right with you, Georgie," Fred said. They waved at them before heading out of the Great Hall and out of sight. Harry glanced at the head table to see both Lupin and Ikol were gone.
"I can't believe Fred and George are in a hurry to get to class," Harry said.
"We should be going ourselves," Hermione said, standing and grabbing her bag. "You guys have to go all the way to the North Tower, and you only have ten minutes to get there. You don't want to be late."
"No, we wouldn't want that," Ron said. Jinx barked and followed them.
"I guess he's going to Divinations with us," Harry said.
The journey through the castle to the North Tower was a long one. Two years at Hogwarts hasn't been enough time for Harry or Ron to learn all about the castle, and neither of them has ever been in this part before.
"Remind me again why we chose a class this far away." Ron panted as he stopped to take a breath. They were on their seventh long staircase and had emerged on an unfamiliar landing.
"Is this even the right way?" Harry demanded, coming up next to Ron and somehow not as out of breath as he was.
"If it isn't, we are missing class because I'm not going back down those stairs to have to walk up another long set of stairs," Ron said.
"I think we should go that way," Harry said, peering down the empty passage to the right.
"No, " Ron said. "That's south. Look, you can see the lake out the window. We should go that way, I think." He frowned, and Jinx barked, wagged his tail, and acted like he wanted Harry and Ron to follow him going down the passage neither had chosen.
"Can't hurt, I guess," Harry said, adjusting his bag on his back, and he and Ron followed Jinx down the corridor.
"There's something weird about that dog," Ron said, "It's way too smart."
"He does seem more intelligent than any dog I've ever been around; Crookshank is the same." Harry replied, "So are Hedwig and all the other owls around here. I always assumed it was around so much magic that it affects them somehow."
"I guess." Ron shrugged. After a while, Jinx led Harry and Ron to a spiral staircase, and then climbed to the top, and emerged on another landing where their classmates were all gathered around a trapdoor with a brass plaque with the words Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher on it
"How the hell are we getting up there?" Harry demanded.
As though answering him, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silvery ladder descended at Harry's feet.
"After you, mate," Ron said.
Harry started climbing up the ladder; Jinx stayed behind, choosing to curl up by the wall and wait; Harry emerged into a strange-looking classroom. It didn't look like a classroom, more like someone's attic with random furniture stored. There were about twenty small, circular tables crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs, and there was also a dim crimson light, which didn't make the room very bright considering all the curtains were closed, and the few lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stuffy and warm, and the fire that was burning under a crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume smell as it heated a large copper kettle.
"Where is she?" Ron asked. Before Harry could say anything, a voice suddenly came out of the shadows making everyone jump a little.
"Welcome," the voice said in a soft, misty sort of tone. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."
"The physical world?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged.
Professor Trelawney moved into the light. She was wearing lots of beads and chains around her very thin neck. She wore a gauzy spangled shawl, a beaded, sparkly colorful skirt, and dark purple slippers; her hair was bushy black and curly, her arms and hands were full of gold and silver, bangles and rings, the worst though was her glasses, which gave her the look of a giant bug, they were three sizes too big for her face, making her eyes look huge.
"Sit, my children, sit," Trelawney ordered. Everyone began to sit down in armchairs and poufs. Ron grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him to a table near an open window. He was glad. The room's smell was making him feel nauseous.
"Welcome to Divination," said Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of a fireplace. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." Trelweny took a breath and paused, possibly giving the students time to comment when no one did. She went on.
"So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field."
"Good thing Hermione didn't take this class," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Many magical persons, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and disappearing, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future," Professor Trelawney went on. "You, boy," Trelawney suddenly pointed at Neville, "Is your grandmother well?"
"Yes," Neville said.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Trelawney said, making Neville look worried, and Harry narrowed his eyes at Trelawney, deciding he didn't like her much."We'll be doing tea leaves this term. Next will be palmistry. Then by the second term, it will be crystal balls if finished with fire omens. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I will lose my voice, and by Easter, one of us will leave us forever -"You girl-" Trelawney pointed at Parvati. "Beware of the red-headed man."
Parvati, sitting close to Ron, gave him a frightened look and moved her chair; Harry and Ron looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"My dear," Trelawney turned to Lavender, who gave a frightened squeal. "I wonder if you could pass me that large silver teapot." Lavender looked relieved and got up, got the pot, and took it to Trelawney. "By the way, dear, the thing you are dreading the most will come to pass on Friday, the sixteenth of October." Lavender's eyes grew wide, and she hurried back to her seat.
"Do you get the feeling she's enjoying scaring people?" Harry asked; Ron nodded.
"Now, if you will get into pairs, go over to the kettle, carefully, it is hot, and get yourselves cups of tea, and then try to read the other's leaves, look to your books to see what symbols mean what, you should be able to see a bit of what the future holds for your friends, but do not feel disappointed if you do not, most do not have the inner eye."
The class soon got loud as, one by one, the students got up to get tea and came back to their tables, and tried to drink the tea as quickly as they could without burning their throats.
"Alright, Harry, what do you see in my cup?" Ron asked, handing his cup to Harry, then taking Harry's.
"A load of soggy brown stuff," Harry said, looking in the teacup.
"Be serious, Harry," Ron said, trying to sound stern but falling. Smiling, Harry moved Ron's cup around.
"A crooked sort of cross. " Harry said. "That means trials and suffering; sorry, mate. There's also what looks like a sun, which means great happiness, so you're going to suffer, but be happy about it."
"You need your enter eye tested if you ask me," Ron said.
"Well, my physical eyes are bad. I guess my inner one doesn't work either," Harry said. Ron snorted as he looked into Harry's cup.
"Hush, it's my turn," Ron said, "I see what looks like a castle." Ron looked at his book, "A long-held wish can be fulfilled if you preserve it long enough. Well, there you go, Harry, your lifelong wish is about to come true. You just need to preserve it."
"That already came true this past summer." said Harry, "I don't have to go back to the Dursleys."
"True," Ron said, turning back to the cup. "There is also a chair, which the book says means someone is either leaving or entering your life. Hopefully, Snape will get fired by the end of the year, and there is also this thing that looks like an animal of some kind, possibly a wolf or a dog."
"Let me see that deer." Trelawney suddenly appeared by Ron and took Harry's cup from him, and everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to watch. "A falcon, my dear, you have a deadly enemy. There is also a club that means they'll be an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup." Trelawney said. "A skull a danger in your path, my dear." Trelawney suddenly screamed, making Ron jump as she sank into a chair.
"What did you scream for?" Ron demanded, hand on his chest and glaring at Trelawney. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"No..no...be kinder not to say," Trelawney said, over dramatically, "No, don't ask."
"Alright, I won't ask." Harry agreed, and he and Ron shared a "this woman is crazy" look.
"What is it, Professor?" Dean Thomas asked. Trelawney leaned up in her seat and looked Harry straight in the eyes.
"My dear, you have the Grim," Trelawney said.
"I have the what?" Harry demanded.
"The Grim, my dear, the grim," Trelawney said, "The Grim is an omen of death. The giant spectral dog that haunts churchyards! It is the worst omen, the omen of death! You must be careful this year, my dear."
"I'll be sure to keep a look out next time I'm taking a stroll in a churchyard," Harry said, and Ron grinned at him.
"I think we will leave it there for today," Trelawney said, placing Harry's cup on the table and standing. "Children, pack up your things. We'll continue this next time."
Harry and Ron descended Professor Trelawney's ladder twenty minutes later; Jinx was still there and jumped up when they appeared and followed them to Transfigurations. He lay outside in the hall as Harry and Ron went in; Harry chose to sit at a table at the back of the room to avoid the looks his classmates were sending him. Hermione arrived shortly after and sat next to them.
"Why is everyone staring?" Hermione asked, taking her book out.
"They think Harry is about to kick the bucket," Ron answered.
"What?" Hermione demanded, and Ron explained what happened in Divinations and how Trelawney claimed Harry's tea leaves, showed him the grim and went on about Harry having a deadly enemy.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Hermione mumbled. Then Professor McGonagall came in and started teaching a lesson on animagi. Harry found it to be the most interesting transformation class they've had yet, but when Professor McGonagall shifted into a tabby cat, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the only ones to applaud.
"Really, what has gotten in you all today?" McGonagall demanded, looking around. "Not that it matters, but I usually get a much better reaction when turning into my animagi form."
"I just found out I'll be dead by the end of the year," Harry said.
"Pardon?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"I'm not sure when it's supposed to happen, but I was told I have a deadly enemy, and I'm going to die," Harry explained.
"Who told you this?" Professor McGonagall demanded.
"My tea leaves," Harry replied.
"Ah, of course," Professor McGonagall said. "There is no need to say anymore, Potter. I'm guessing you just had a Divination class, then?"
"Yep," Harry replied.
"You should know Professor Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None have died yet. " Professor McGonagall said, "And you look in perfect health to me, so you'll excuse me if I do not let you out of homework today. I assure you if you die, you need not hand it in."
Hermione laughed as the other students mumbled to each other. Harry was sure half didn't believe Professor McGonagall and still thought Harry was about to drop dead. Once Transfiguration was over, it was lunchtime, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed to the Great Hall for lunch. They took seats next to Fred and George again, and they went on and on about how great Professor Ikol was.
After lunch, they headed out of the castle for Care of Magical Creatures, their first class with Hagrid, Jinx followed them there too, and Harry was starting to wonder if he was ever going to go back to Professor Ikol.
"Of course, our first class will be with them," Ron mumbled as they spotted the Slytherins walking in front of them.
"Come on, now gather round," Hagrid called out when everyone made it in front of his hut. "Got a real treat for you today. Just follow me."
Hagrid turned and headed back the way he had appeared, the class followed as Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the trees, and five minutes later, they found themselves outside of a kind of paddock. There was nothing in there.
"Everyone, gather around the fence," Hagrid called. "The first thing you want to do is open your books."
"How?" Malfoy demanded.
"Eh?" Hagrid asked.
"How do we open our books," Malfoy repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, bound shut with a length of silver and green rope.
"Hasn't...hasn't anyone been able to open their books?" Hagrid asked, looking around with a frown. No one said anything, and Hagrid's face fell. "You have to stroke it."
He took Hermione's book. It was wrapped in a piece of rope, Hagrid ripped it off, then stroked the spin with his finger, and the book flopped open.
"Oh, how silly of us." Malfoy mocked. "We should have stroked them."
"I thought they were funny," Hagrid said.
"Oh, yes, really funny," Malfoy said. "Giving us books that try to rip our hand off."
"Right, then," Hagrid said. "You have your umm...books...now for the creature." he walked off, leaving them standing at the paddock.
"This place has gone to the dogs." Malfoy said, "I can't believe Dumbledore has that idiot teaching classes; you'd think he would hire a competent teacher or at least one with a brain."
"I wouldn't talk about someone else's intelligence, Malfoy; if I had a Galleon for every time you did something smart, I'd be broke," Harry said, causing the Gryffindors to roar with laughter as Malfoy and the Slytherins glared at them.
"Ohh, look." Lavender suddenly squealed, pointing to the other side of the paddock. Trotting toward them was a dozen of the most bizarre creatures Harry had ever seen. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but front legs, wings, and heads of giant eagles with steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly orange eyes. The talons on their front legs were half-foot long and deadly looking. Each of the beasts had a thick leather collar around their neck, which was attached to a long chain, and the ends of all of those were held in Hagrid's hands, who came jogging into the paddock behind the creatures.
"Gee up, there!" Hagrid demanded, shaking the chains and urging the creatures toward the fence where the class stood. "Beautiful, aren't they Hippogriffs." He rubbed his hands together. "So, if you want to come a bit nearer-"
No one moved, so Harry took a step forward, and felt a tug on his robes by Jinx, Harry, pulled them away from him, and got right up to the fence. After a moment of hesitation, Ron and Hermione walked up and stood next to Harry.
"Now, the first thing you need to learn about the Hippogriff is they are a very proud lot," Hagrid said. "Easily offended they are. Don't ever insult one. It just might be the last thing you do."
"Thanks for the warning, Hagrid," Harry said.
"It's polite. You have to show them respect. Can anyone tell me how you can do that?" Hagrid asked. Hermione raised her hand, and Hagrid smiled and nodded to her.
"You have to bow to them," Hermione said.
"Right you are, Hermione." Hagrid smiled. "Ten points to Gryffindor. You walk up to them and bow; if they bow back, you can pet them. If not, then you want to get away fast cause the talons are sharp. Who will like to try first?"
"I'll do it," Harry said, stepping forward. Jinx barked and grabbed Harry's robe again as if trying to pull him back, "Stop that." Harry pulled his robes away, glared at the dog, and walked over to Hagrid as Jinx continued to bark.
"Jinx, hush, you'll scare the hippogriff, and it might attack Harry," Hermione said, and as if the dog understood her, Jinx stopped and sat there watching Harry.
"Good, Man, Harry," Hagrid cried. "We'll try Buckbeak." Hagrid turned and untied a grey hippogriff. "Just give a bow."
Harry stepped up a little closer and gave a bow. Buckbeck didn't bow back at first, but after a moment, Buckbeak bowed, and Harry grinned.
"That's it. Pet him now." Hagrid smiled as Harry reached out and petted his beak. "Look, he likes you, and I think he'll even let you ride him."
"What!" Harry cried as Hagrid pulled him around to the side of Buckbeak, where he instructed Harry to climb on his back, Jinx jumped up, and Buckbeak spared his enormous wings and took off. Harry grinned as Buckpeak got higher. It wasn't anything like being a boom, but it was fun, and all too soon, Buckbeak circled and headed back down to Hagrid, where Harry climbed down.
"That was wicked," Harry said.
"Big deal!" Draco Malfoy shouted, "I bet it's not hard at all. Those things hardly look dangerous." He jumped over the fence and headed toward them.
"Malfoy, stay back," Hagrid warned.
"If Potter can do it, I can." Malfoy boasted; he charged toward Buckbeak, which spoked the hippogriff, and he reared back, his right talon accidentally hit Harry on his shoulder blade; Harry gasped out, falling to the ground. Lavender Brown let out a scream as Buckbeak came back down, but before he could trample Harry, Jinx leaped over him, knocking the hippogriff back, then landed in front of Harry, growling and snapping at Buckbeak. The creature backed up, and Ron rushed forward, grabbed Harry by the uninjured arm, and dragged him away from Buckbeak.
"Harry, you're bleeding," Hermione said; she sat on one side, looking over where Buckbeak's talon struck him; Ron was on the other, calling Malfoy names that Harry was sure Mrs. Wesaley would probably wash his mouth out if she heard him; most of the students, Malfoy included, had fled to the castle, and Jinx still stood in front of Harry, growling at Buckbeak, even as he turned and ran in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Jinx turned and ran to Harry, whimpering as if he was the one hurt as he circled them, almost like he was panicking.
"Buckbeak, come back," Hagrid yelled; he went to chase after him but hesitated and turned to Harry, who gave him a nod, and Hagrid turned back around and ran after Buckbeak.
"We need to get you to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione said before Harry could answer her Professor Ikol was suddenly there as if she had just appeared out of thin air and dropped down in front of Harry.
"What happened?" She demanded, "Jinx, calm down." The dog immediately stopped circling them and went to Professor Ikol and stood staring her right in the eye, then barked, and Professor Ikol reached out and laid her palm on the front of his head; a moment later, she jumped up and ran around Harry to have a look; he winched when she laid her hand on his wound. After a second, Harry felt a warm sensation as the pain in his shoulder started fading, Hermione gasped, and Ron mumbled something Harry didn't catch. Then Harry's shoulder blade felt better and was no longer bleeding.
"There, all healed." Professor Ikol said, then helped Harry to his feet. "No more going near hippogriffs."
"Yes, Ma'am," Harry replied as Professor Ikol put her arm around his shoulder and walked Harry toward the castle. Jinx walked next to them as Ron and Hermione followed.
Harry didn't have Professor Ikol's class until the following day, and Hermione, Ron, and Harry found themselves late because of a moving staircase; when they walked in, Professor Ikol was sitting on the edge of her desk, that was sitting in the back of the room taking roll call, while Jinx laid in a throne looking chair in the front of the room next to a giant tapestry that was hanging ceiling to floor on it was a picture of with a picture of a planet on every branch.
Professor Ikol greeted Harry and his friends was a friendly smile and told them to have a seat, she didn't even comment on them being late, Harry looked around as they sat the classroom was decorated like no other class Harry had ever been in, the stone floor had been painted black, with gold outlined around each stone, a green rug covered most of the floor, in the middle of the rug was the same intertwined snakes that were on the dagger he had gotten for his birthday, each student desk was black marble, with matching chairs that had velvet green cushions, Professor Ikol's desk that sat in the back of the room looked just like them, except was green, with gold cushions in the chair, behind her desk was rolls of gold shelves full of books, scrolls, and trinkets, the chair in front of the room, was gold, with snake-shaped legs and arms, with black cushions, the same intertwined snakes were printed on them in green, over to the side there was a portrait of Professor Ikol, hanging on the wall in a round gold frame that had horns sticking out at top.
"Alright, settled down, everyone." Professor Ikol said, suddenly standing in front of the room; Harry wasn't the only one to look in the back of the room where she had been sitting on her desk moments ago.
"How did you get there? When you were just back there?" Ron demanded.
"I do not know what you speak of, Ron. I've been standing here all along," Professor Ikol said, a smirk forming on her lips.
"No, you weren't; you were back there; we all saw you. We didn't see you there," Ron argued.
"That's why you must learn to look with more than your eyes." Professor Ikol replied, turning and walking to the tapestry. "You can put your books away. What I'll be teaching you. You will not find on those pages."
"What are you going to be teaching?" Seamus Finnigan asked; Professor Ikol turned to him.
"This year, you are going to be learning about a lot of things." Professor Ikol replied, "The most important thing is the history of your magic. I've looked into Professor Binns's files, and I must say, for a History of Magic class, you've been taught very little about the history of magic." She pointed to the tree on the tapestry. "Can anyone tell me what this is?"
"The Yggdrasil Tree from Nose Mythology," Hermione said.
"You are correct." Professor Ikol replied. "This is the Yggdrasil Tree; it sits in space and connects the Nine Realms. We are currently right here." She pointed to the place right in the middle, "You guys know it as earth, but its true name is Midgard. Above us, at the very top, sets Asgard, the home of the aesir gods, then you have Muspellheim to the left here, under it is Nadavellir, under there is Helheim, Niflheim. Jotunheim, home of the Frost Giants. Above Jotunheim is Vanaheim, then Alfheim, we will be learning about all the nine realms and their inhabitants throughout this year, and we will start our lesson with Asgard."
Harry watched in amazement as Professor Ikol waved her hand, and green light formed a golden city in front of her.
"How the hell did you do that?" Ron asked.
"I use a slightly different form of magic than yours." Professor Ikol replied, "Magic my mother taught me, the magic your magic can trace its roots back to. We call this an illusion because it's not really there. The city you are looking at is Asgard. Centuries and centuries ago, there was a group of Asgardian witches that came to Midgard and taught your ancestors magic, not as you use now. It was different. Over the centuries, it changed. Then the Midgardain magic users started mainly relying on spells and enchantments and, at some point, began using wands. Which weekend their magic, to what it is today, it can still be powerful, but not like it once was."
"The Queen of Asgard is Frigga, a very gifted and kind goddess, who was raised by the witches who started the tradition of teaching Midgard our magic, they used to come to Midgard often when Frigga was a child, and once they were gone, Frigga would herself until she married Odin, the King of Asgard. She went on to have one son named Thor, then... an adopted son named Loki. Her duties as a Queen and mother kept him from traveling the realms as she once did."
"Loki?" Seamus demanded, "You mean that nutter that destroyed New York?"
Harry watched as anger flashed across Professor Ikol's face, then she forced a smile.
"Yes, I was talking about that Loki." Professor Ikol replied, "Loki sometimes helped keep an eye on the magic community as a favor for his mother. He also happens to be the most powerful magic user in all of Asgard, and possibly the nine realms and is a God that alone demands respect, and we are not talking about New York. We are talking about things that happened centuries ago, do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Seamus replied, surprised by Professor Ikol's sudden aggressiveness.
"Good." Professor Ikol said, "Our first lesson will start with the history of your magic and how it came from Asgard; then, we'll teach you about Asgard itself."
Professor Ikol went over and sat down next to Jinx. The chair was wide enough for them both to sit with part of Jinx laying across Professor Ikol's lap, she scratched between his ears as she began her lecture, and Harry listened with interest as Professor Ikol talked about Frigga, the witches who raised her, to how they taught magic to those willing and able to learn, then when the Vikings started raiding other lands, they would sometimes teach it to people there, until it spared throughout Europe and then to the Americas, then over the centuries the magic began to change until those born with the gift could only perform witchcraft, that's when magic schools started popping up all over the world, then the wizarding world separated itself from the muggle, and now hides.
Throughout her lesson, Professor Ikol's illusions kept changing to play out what she was explaining; everyone was listening, taking notes, and staring in amazement at the illusions; Professor Ikol made it clear this was the history of their magic, other types of magic had their own backgrounds and histories, Harry didn't even know they were different types. At the end of the class, Harry agreed with those who gave noises of disappointment when the illusion disappeared, and they were told to pack up their belongings and given their homework assignment.
"Harry," Professor Ikol called out when he was leaving. "May I speak to you a moment?"
Harry told Hermione and Ron to go on without him and walked back up to the front of the room. Professor Ikol greeted him with a smile. As she stood, Jinx stayed in the chair; he had been with Harry throughout the morning but had disappeared before lunch when he went chasing after Professor Lupin after they passed him going down a corridor.
"I just wanted to ensure you were alright after what happened yesterday." Professor Ikol explained. "And make sure your shoulder isn't causing you pain."
"I'm fine; whatever you did worked, and I owe you and Jinx a thank you," Harry said.
"I was happy to help so was Jinx," Professor Ikol said, she laid her hands on his shoulder. "if you need anything, you can come to me, or if you just need someone to talk to, Jinx and I are good listeners, you can come to us for anything, Ron and Hermione also, you three have become my favorite students, don't tell anyone."
"I won't," Harry promised, smiling; Professor Ikol looked a bit familiar to him. It was her eyes; they looked familiar, but he couldn't figure out why.
"You should probably go on to your next class." Professor Ikol said, dropping her hands from his shoulders. Harry said bye, and as he was heading toward the door, he stopped and frowned; laying on her desk was a bottle of gold ink and black parchment paper; he looked back at Professor Ikol, who was watching him. She gave a wave. Harry waved back and turned and left the room, wondering just how many people would use that color ink and parchment paper. Was it absurd to think Professor Ikol sent him that dagger? She hadn't even known Harry before coming to Hogwarts.
AN When Harry was hurt, Sirius doesn't realize he has new abilities and can't control them. He was accidentally sending out a kind of mental link towards Loki, who felt his panic and rushed to see what was going on. Yes, Sirius had her look into his memory so she would know Harry was hurt.
Because of Loki's past with Sirius and caring about him, I figured it would make sense Loki wouldn't like Snape and probably has had run-ins with him in the past; Loki was friends with Lily; I could imagine them hanging out like in Diagon Ally or Leaky Cauldron and Snape coming up trying to talk to Lily.
I hope Harry doesn't sound too dumb when he felt Loki's eyes looked familiar, but he couldn't place them; after all, he doesn't spend a lot of time looking in a mirror, and not like he could see his eyes too compare them to Loki's to realize it's his eyes they look like.
Next chapter, I'm going to try and show what the Avengers are doing. If I can get it right been having a little trouble with it, so it might be a few days to a week or so before the next chapter is uploaded.