CHAPTER 59: THE UNLIKELY PROFESSOR

In contrast, Sirius's first day as a professor at Hogwarts was unfolding with unexpected delight. His new role was proving to be a surprisingly gratifying experience, despite his previous penchant for mischief. Sirius couldn't help but imagine how James would have reacted to seeing him now—a respectable professor, of all things. The thought made him chuckle.

Sirius vividly remembered Moony's derisive laughter when he had first heard the news of Sirius's new position. He could almost hear James's guffaws echoing through the years, as if they were still in their mischievous youth. The idea of Padfoot—ever the joker—being entrusted with authority seemed almost laughable, yet here he was.

As Sirius prepared for his next class, he reflected on how James and Moony would have found his new role both baffling and amusing. The transformation from a notorious prankster to a Hogwarts professor was as bewildering as it was gratifying. A soft chuckle escaped him as he imagined the proud smiles his old friends would have worn. James's boisterous laughter would have been a sight to behold, and Moony's amused smirk would have been equally fitting.

The strange thing was, Sirius found himself genuinely enjoying the experience. He had expected to grow bored of teaching relatively quickly, but the role seemed to have more potential than he had anticipated. The prospect of staying at Hogwarts until Harry completed his NEWTs was becoming increasingly appealing. It would keep him close to Harry, allowing him to mentor his godson while still exploring other interests once Harry moved on. The more Sirius considered it, the more he liked the idea. Of course, this was all dependent on whether Dumbledore wanted him to return next year—a likelihood, given the Headmaster's difficulty in keeping Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

Sirius was pleasantly surprised by how easily the students seemed to warm to him. Despite his notorious reputation and the somewhat tepid reception he had received the previous evening, the prank Harry and his friends had pulled on him that morning—transforming him into a bizarre spectacle with peacock feathers sprouting from the back of his head—had seemingly worked in his favor. It was hard to remain intimidated by someone who looked so ridiculous. Sirius couldn't help but appreciate the cleverness of the prank, which had inadvertently made his interactions with the students more relaxed and enjoyable.

Another fortunate aspect of his new position was the scheduling of his classes. His first class on Monday had been with the sixth years. The combined group of students from various houses was smaller than the younger years, and as they were more mature, they were less likely to be intimidated by his presence. Sirius felt this was a stroke of luck; the older students were more receptive and less prone to fear. This initial success with the sixth years had set a positive tone for his teaching career at Hogwarts.

His classes had been relatively calm so far, offering Sirius a chance to connect with his students and let them get used to his teaching style. One particular highlight was Harry's combined Gryffindor and Hufflepuff class. Sirius had heard tales of Harry's exceptional skill in Defense Against the Dark Arts and knew of his reputation as a prodigy. Yet, seeing Harry's ability and enthusiasm up close was nothing short of astonishing. Sirius felt a surge of pride as he watched his godson's aptitude shine through, which only strengthened his resolve to make a positive impact in his new role.

Sirius also noted that Harry's friends, many of whom were members of his Defense club, left a strong impression on him. Whether their impressive performance was due to Harry's influence or because he had deliberately chosen the most talented students was unclear. Knowing Harry, Sirius suspected the former, but he needed to see them in action to be sure. Fortunately, Harry had invited him to sit in on the next Defense club meeting, which would provide a perfect opportunity to observe them.

As the class began to wind down, Sirius was tidying up his desk, organizing papers and preparing for his next lesson, when Harry and Hermione approached him. Harry's face was alight with enthusiasm.

"Great class, Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sirius's grin widened. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Harry. I'm still finding my feet with this teaching gig, so it's nice to hear some positive feedback."

Hermione, standing beside Harry, added with a supportive smile, "You're doing really well. It's clear you're passionate about the subject, and that makes a big difference."

Harry's grin took on a mischievous edge. "Yeah, well, it's not like you have to fill very big shoes. Umbridge wasn't exactly the world's foremost expert on Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with mock indignation. "Oh, really? I'll have to remember that the next time you're all looking for praise."

Harry's smile broadened into a full-blown smirk. "Think about it this way: even if you're only mediocre, the students will still think you're one of the best they've ever had!"

Sirius chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Harry. I'm feeling better already. And you'd better get going to dinner before you give me a complex!"

As Harry and Hermione prepared to leave, Sirius felt a warmth and camaraderie that had been missing from his life for too long. These moments reminded him vividly of James, and he took solace in the idea that he was honoring his old friend's memory by carrying on a part of his legacy. Sirius was determined to make the most of his time at Hogwarts, ensuring his presence had a positive impact on the students.

"Sure thing, Sirius," Harry said, his smirk still intact. "Before we go, we wanted to invite you to our next Defense club meeting. I think your expertise could really benefit us."

"I'd like that, Harry," Sirius replied, feeling a lump form in his throat. The gesture meant more to him than he cared to admit.

"Good. We'll expect you on Wednesday then," Harry confirmed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

With that, Harry and Hermione bid Sirius farewell and started toward the door. As they were about to leave, Harry couldn't resist one last playful jab.

"Oh, and by the way," Harry called over his shoulder with a cheeky grin, "I'm really glad you've gotten rid of those feathers. They're so last year, and you definitely need to keep up with the fashion trends!"

Sirius laughed, shaking his head. Harry's cheeky sense of humor was a refreshing change from the somber mood he had first encountered in his godson. James would have loved to see Harry's playful side, and Sirius was grateful that he had a chance to see it. James had been carefree and fun-loving at Harry's age, and Sirius was determined to ensure that Harry could enjoy that same spirit, despite the challenges they faced.

As Sirius continued through his first week of teaching, he found himself grappling with the complexities of presenting material in a clear and engaging manner. While he often struggled to simplify explanations, the overall experience was positive, and he managed to navigate through the initial bumps with a good degree of success. The only significant event of the week occurred on Tuesday, when he had his first class with the combined Ravenclaw and Slytherin fifth years.

It is worth noting that Sirius had never harbored much affection for his family, and his cousins were no exception. Andromeda was the only exception, having been disowned after marrying a Muggleborn. Narcissa, true to her name, had been self-centered and had only become more so with age. As for Bellatrix, the less said, the better.

Given his feelings about his relatives, it came as no surprise that Sirius held Draco Malfoy in very low esteem. Stories from Harry about their various confrontations had certainly done nothing to improve his opinion. Witnessing Malfoy's behavior firsthand during that first Defense class did little to alter his negative view. Malfoy's arrogance and insolence were exactly as Sirius had anticipated, only serving to reinforce his already poor opinion of the boy. The young Slytherin's behavior was both predictable and disheartening, deepening Sirius's disdain and solidifying his resolve to challenge Malfoy's attitudes whenever possible.

Sirius had designed a carefully crafted speech to start each class, adjusting it slightly for the different year groups. He took pride in his introduction, feeling it was both succinct and informative, setting a clear tone for his classes.

"Now, I would like you all to know that you can approach me with anything," Sirius said, his voice steady and confident. "Whether it's help with your studies or suggestions on how I can improve my teaching, I'm here for you. Although I was a Gryffindor when I attended Hogwarts, I intend to treat all of you equally, regardless of your house affiliation. I will not hesitate to praise anyone who deserves it, nor will I tolerate troublemakers. You are all equal in my eyes."

As he concluded his opening remarks, a drawling voice cut through the air, dripping with disdain. "Of course, that rule does not apply to everyone."

Sirius's eyes narrowed as he identified the source of the interruption. Draco Malfoy was lounging in his seat with a sneer that suggested he was far from impressed. His closest cronies snickered at the comment, while the rest of the class seemed dismayed by the disruption. Many of them were associated with Harry and would likely find Malfoy's behavior less amusing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy," Sirius said, his voice calm but firm. "Could you clarify your comments for the class?"

Malfoy seemed momentarily taken aback—an unusual reaction given the volume and audacity of his comment—but he quickly reasserted his sneer. "I merely meant that, as Potter's godfather and with your reputation as a blood traitor, Potter will undoubtedly get preferential treatment, just as he does from every other teacher here."

Sirius's gaze hardened as he addressed Malfoy's provocation. "And you would know all about preferential treatment, wouldn't you, Mr. Malfoy? Given what I've heard about your head of house's class, it seems you're quite familiar with the concept."

A murmur of surprise swept through the classroom at Sirius's direct retort. It was clear that many students were taken aback by his willingness to challenge Malfoy so openly. Sirius continued, his tone resolute, "Regardless of your opinions, I stand by my statement—you will all be treated equally in my class. If you act appropriately, you'll have no trouble with me."

He let his words hang in the air, allowing both Malfoy and the rest of the class a moment to absorb his message. Sirius hoped his clear stance would set the tone for future interactions and reassure the students that his classroom would be a place of fairness and respect.

As the class drew to a close, Sirius asked Malfoy to stay behind, ignoring the smirks and whispered comments from those who didn't particularly care for the Slytherin. Once the room was empty, Sirius fixed Malfoy with a withering glare, his voice cold and unyielding.

"You may think the world owes you something, Mr. Malfoy, but I'm not impressed. Although we're related by blood, you are the spitting image of your Death Eater father."

Malfoy's face flushed with indignation. "My father is a great man!" he retorted, his voice brimming with defiance.

"Great in his own delusions," Sirius replied sharply. "In any case, even if you're following in his footsteps, I will treat you the same as everyone else in this class. If you keep your mouth shut and focus on your work, we won't have any problems. Understood?"

Malfoy's jaw clenched in anger, but he chose to remain silent. Instead, he lifted his chin haughtily and said, "May I be excused now, Professor?"

Sirius's response was a curt nod. As Malfoy turned to leave, he couldn't resist a final jab. "I'd enjoy your time as Lord Black, as I suspect you will not hold the title for long."

Sirius laughed, the sound ringing with genuine amusement. "Oh, you assume I'm leaving it to you, do you? Don't worry, little Dracky-poo. Even if I were to meet an untimely end, I've made sure you'll never become Lord Black. Now, off you go before I decide to add detention to your schedule."

With a superior sniff, Draco spun on his heel and stalked out of the classroom. Sirius watched him go, shaking his head. The encounter with Malfoy had been unpleasant, but it was a minor inconvenience compared to the broader picture of his life. He had successfully moved past his ordeal at Chateau Azkaban, found a meaningful job, and was close to his godson—a situation far better than it had been just six months prior.

Sirius resolved to focus on the positives and enjoy his time at Hogwarts to the fullest. The world was far from perfect, but it was certainly a lot brighter than it had been. He was determined to make the most of his opportunities and find fulfillment in the days ahead.

That Tuesday evening, after dinner, Fleur guided Harry and Hermione through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts. They ascended several levels, finally arriving at a small, unused classroom that had been allocated for their private sessions. The room was cloaked in an air of abandonment, with dust thickly settled on every surface. Despite the dust and the dim lighting, Fleur was resolute. This was her first Occlumency lesson, and she was determined to help Harry sever his unfortunate connection with Voldemort, ending the dark wizard's direct influence on her betrothed's life.

Fleur, though confident in her resolve, was apprehensive about her ability to effectively train Harry. She had been practicing Occlumency for some time but did not consider herself an expert. The task of teaching this delicate and complex skill weighed heavily on her. Nonetheless, the alternative was Professor Snape—someone with whom Harry shared a deep mutual antagonism. Fleur knew she had to succeed. She was grateful that Dumbledore had chosen to inform Harry of the connection now, despite her reservations about the timing. Harry deserved to know the truth, and Fleur had insisted her father not withhold any details.

The urgency of their task made Fleur even more determined. If Voldemort discovered Harry was aware of the connection, he would likely exploit it. Though Voldemort had no clear reason to suspect Harry knew about the prophecy, he also had no reason to think he didn't. With diligent instruction and practice, they hoped to shield Harry's mind against remote attacks, though Voldemort might still overpower him if they were ever in close proximity. The strategy was based largely on educated guesses, with little precedent to guide them.

As they entered the classroom, the thick layer of dust on the floor and surfaces greeted them. The furniture was old and neglected, and their initial entrance stirred up such a cloud of dust that all three began sneezing uncontrollably. A few well-placed cleaning spells later, the room was much improved—sufficiently so for their purposes.

Fleur arranged three chairs in a circle and took her seat. She looked at Harry and Hermione, a mix of determination and nervousness in her eyes. "So, it appears my task is to teach you how to protect your mind. Do either of you have any idea what Occlumency is?"

Hermione raised her hand tentatively. "I tried looking it up," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly when Fleur exchanged an amused glance with Harry. "There doesn't seem to be a lot of information available."

"That's correct," Fleur confirmed with a nod. "The Ministry views Legilimency as an invasion of privacy, so they make an effort to obscure all references to the mind arts."

Hermione's frustration was palpable. "That's just ridiculous. Why wouldn't they outlaw Legilimency and teach Occlumency instead? It would allow people to protect themselves!"

Fleur's lips curved into a sympathetic smile. "I agree, Hermione. The suppression of knowledge about these arts makes it harder for people to defend themselves. That's why it's even more important that we make the most of what we have."

Harry, leaning forward with interest, added, "So, how do we start? What's the first step in learning Occlumency?"

Fleur took a deep breath, her gaze shifting between Harry and Hermione. "The first step is to understand that Occlumency is about creating a mental barrier—much like shielding your thoughts from unwanted intrusion. We'll start with basic exercises to help you build these mental walls. It's not just about blocking out Legilimency but also about gaining control over your own thoughts and emotions."

She looked around the room, her eyes taking in the old, dusty environment. "We'll begin with some simple techniques and gradually move on to more advanced practices. The key is consistency and practice. The more you train, the stronger your defenses will become."

Fleur's voice was steady as she guided Harry and Hermione through the initial steps of Occlumency, despite her lingering nerves. She was resolute in her goal to help Harry sever his troubling connection with Voldemort, ensuring his mental defenses were as strong as possible.

Harry nodded thoughtfully at Fleur's comment about the Ministry, adding, "No one could accuse the Ministry of being logical. Not if Fudge is an example."

Fleur sighed in agreement. "That is true. But unfortunately, Britain is not the only place with such a view. The mind arts are similarly regarded elsewhere in the Wizarding world."

Hermione's curiosity was piqued. "Then how do you know Occlumency?"

"My father taught me," Fleur explained. "Occlumency is discouraged but not prohibited. Similarly, Legilimency is not illegal, but its use is heavily regulated and not commonly taught."

"That makes sense," Hermione said, nodding. "So, where do we start?"

Fleur's eyes twinkled with a mixture of amusement and determination. "Let's concentrate on the task at hand. There's not much reliable information on Occlumency, and what exists can be quite garbled and inaccurate. First off, Occlumency isn't about physical shields or barriers. So, you can forget about imagining anything like Star Trek."

At the puzzled looks from Harry and Hermione, Fleur chuckled. "Yes, the Delacours are not completely ignorant of the Muggle world. I've seen a Star Trek movie or two myself."

Hermione, still focused on the subject, raised an eyebrow. "The term 'occlude' suggests some sort of barrier."

"It does," Fleur agreed, "but it's actually a bit misleading. Occlumency is the art of concealing your mind from intrusion, and also the skill of forcing someone out if they manage to intrude."

Hermione frowned slightly. "So, these seem like two different skills."

"They are," Fleur confirmed. "We will focus more on concealing yourself than on expelling an intruder. For you, Harry, it's crucial that you master concealment. Since your connection with Voldemort is unusual, it will be better if he finds nothing when he attempts to probe your mind. Constantly expelling him would be exhausting and could drain you."

"How do we start then?" Harry asked, his expression serious.

"To effectively hide your thoughts," Fleur continued, "you need to understand what's in your mind. The first step is recognizing that a Legilimens uses your eyes to gain access to your thoughts, as the eyes are like windows to the mind."

Fleur then explained how to start developing the mental discipline required for Occlumency. She encouraged Harry and Hermione to visualize their thoughts as though they were in a vast, intricate room, where they could organize and control what was seen and accessed. The goal was to practice maintaining control over this mental space, making it difficult for any intruder to see or interpret.

Fleur's heart swelled with a mix of hope and determination as she guided Harry and Hermione through their Occlumency training. Her resolve to help Harry sever his connection with Voldemort was unwavering, and she was committed to making this work for both him and their future together.

Harry, his expression focused, summarized their goal. "So, we hide our inner thoughts so that even if he tries to enter through our eyes, he can't find anything."

"That's correct," Fleur affirmed with a smile. "Understanding and organizing the contents of your mind is crucial. Our initial lessons will involve an 'inventory' of sorts, so you're familiar with what's in your mind."

Harry frowned slightly. "But that seems a little dumb. I know what's in my mind."

"Do you?" Fleur challenged gently. "Consider how many things you've forgotten over the years and how disorganized your thoughts might be. The goal here is to bring order to your mental landscape."

Hermione interjected, "How much will this help us remember?"

"Not everything," Fleur admitted, "but it will help you recall forgotten memories and retain information more effectively. Those are definite benefits."

Once they had cleaned up their mental clutter, Fleur continued, they would focus on creating a mindscape. "Most people opt for something simple, like a black void, but some choose more elaborate settings—a mountain meadow, a room with no doors or windows, or whatever feels right for them. The key is to make sure there's no easy way for an intruder to access your true thoughts."

"What's yours?" Harry asked, his curiosity evident.

"I use my favorite clearing near Chateau Delacour," Fleur replied, her eyes softening with nostalgia. "It's where I played as a child and remains one of my favorite places."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, and Fleur could see they were already contemplating their own mindscapes. Their connection and mutual understanding were clear, and she felt a sense of satisfaction at their readiness.

Harry's focus sharpened again. "So, if you create this mindscape, no one can get through to your thoughts?"

"That's the goal," Fleur confirmed. "However, remember that no mindscape is perfect, just as no person is perfect. It takes time to become truly proficient. An intruder may try to force their way past your mindscape to access your thoughts. With enough practice, you can prevent this, and eventually, only the most skilled Legilimens will be able to breach it. The initial learning curve is steep, but with diligence, we can close off your connection quickly. After that, you'll only be at risk if you're physically in the same room as your attacker."

Harry's gaze was earnest as he nodded. "Let's get to it then."

With that, Fleur guided them through the first exercises, helping them visualize and establish their mental inventories. She encouraged them to focus on organizing their thoughts, clearing out mental clutter, and preparing the foundation for their mindscapes. Fleur was determined to provide Harry and Hermione with the best possible start, confident that with practice and perseverance, they would achieve their goals.

Fleur began the lesson by guiding Harry and Hermione through the mental exercises designed to familiarize them with their inner thoughts. She led them through a series of visualization techniques, helping them imagine their thoughts and memories as physical objects or rooms within their mind.

"Picture your thoughts as items scattered across a room," Fleur instructed. "Start by sorting them into categories—important memories, daily concerns, and so forth. This will help you get a clearer sense of what you have in your mind."

Harry and Hermione closed their eyes, concentrating on the mental exercise. Fleur watched them intently, offering gentle prompts and encouragement as they worked through the process. After a while, she saw both of them begin to relax into the exercise, their expressions becoming more focused.

Once they had organized their thoughts, Fleur moved on to the next phase of the training: creating their mindscapes. She explained, "Now that you have a clear understanding of what's in your mind, it's time to create a mindscape. This is a mental construct where you'll hide your thoughts to protect them from intrusion."

She demonstrated by closing her eyes and visualizing her favorite clearing near the Chateau Delacour. As she described the scene in detail—a sunlit glade surrounded by trees, with a gentle stream running through it—Harry and Hermione listened intently.

"Imagine your mindscape as vividly as you can," Fleur continued. "The more detailed and personal, the better it will serve you. This is your mental fortress."

Harry and Hermione took their time to develop their mindscapes, each choosing a setting that felt right to them. Fleur encouraged them to use all their senses to make the visualization as real as possible.

After some time, Fleur asked them to share their progress. Harry described a peaceful lakeside setting, while Hermione spoke of a meticulously organized library. Fleur nodded in approval. "Both are excellent choices. Remember, the mindscape should be a place where you feel safe and where your thoughts can be hidden effectively."

Next, Fleur guided them through a practice exercise to help them solidify their mindscapes and begin the process of hiding their thoughts behind them. She asked them to imagine a thought they wanted to keep hidden and then practice placing it within their mindscape, ensuring it was well-concealed.

As they practiced, Fleur offered individual feedback, helping Harry and Hermione refine their techniques. She could see their concentration and effort paying off, and she felt a surge of pride at their progress.

After an hour of intensive practice, Fleur called a break. "You both are doing very well. Remember, this is a process that will take time and practice. The more you work on it, the stronger your defenses will become."

Harry and Hermione nodded, their faces reflecting both fatigue and satisfaction. "Thank you, Fleur," Harry said. "This has been really helpful."

"Yes, thank you," Hermione added. "I feel like I have a much better understanding of how to protect my mind now."

Fleur smiled, relieved and pleased with their progress. "You're welcome. I'm glad to be able to help. We'll continue with these exercises, and we'll build on what you've learned today. The key is consistency and patience."

As they left the classroom, Fleur watched them with a sense of fulfillment. She knew there was still much work ahead, but seeing Harry and Hermione make progress gave her hope and motivation. Her determination to help Harry sever his connection with Voldemort remained as strong as ever, and she was committed to supporting him every step of the way.

As Harry and Hermione left the classroom, they both seemed more at ease than when they had arrived. Fleur took a moment to tidy up the space, casting a few cleaning spells to remove the remaining dust. Her thoughts were already on their next session, planning how best to build on their progress.

A few days later, during their next Occlumency session, Fleur was pleased to see Harry and Hermione had continued practicing their mindscapes diligently. They both demonstrated improvement in their ability to visualize and protect their thoughts.

"Your progress has been excellent," Fleur said, after observing their practice. "I can see that you've been working hard to develop and solidify your mindscapes."

"Thanks to your guidance," Harry replied, a smile of genuine gratitude on his face. "It's actually starting to feel a bit more natural."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "I feel like I'm getting better at hiding my thoughts, but I know I still have a long way to go."

"That's perfectly normal," Fleur reassured them. "Occlumency is a skill that develops over time. The key is to remain patient and persistent."

To keep the sessions engaging, Fleur introduced new exercises aimed at reinforcing their control over their mindscapes. She taught them techniques for reinforcing their mental barriers and focusing their thoughts. These included visualizing barriers around their mindscape and practicing mental exercises to fortify their defenses.

Harry and Hermione tackled the new exercises with enthusiasm. Fleur was encouraged by their dedication and the noticeable progress they made each session.

One evening, as they were wrapping up their lesson, Fleur decided to address a concern that had been on her mind. "Harry, Hermione, I know that Occlumency is crucial for you right now, but I want to make sure you're both taking care of yourselves in other ways. This is a demanding process, and it's important to balance it with relaxation and other activities."

Harry looked thoughtful. "We've been working hard, but we're also trying to find time for our other studies and activities. It's been a lot, but I think we're managing."

Hermione added, "We've been careful to not let it overwhelm us. It's good to have these sessions, but we're making sure to keep a balance."

Fleur smiled, relieved to hear their approach. "That's important. If you ever feel overwhelmed, don't hesitate to let me know. We can adjust the pace or take breaks as needed."

With their next session scheduled, Fleur watched as Harry and Hermione left the classroom. She felt a mixture of pride and hope. The task ahead was significant, but seeing Harry and Hermione's growth reassured her that they were on the right path.

Later that evening, as Fleur walked through the quiet corridors of Hogwarts, she reflected on the challenges ahead. Her role in helping Harry was both a responsibility and a privilege, and she was determined to see it through. Despite her initial doubts, she felt increasingly confident in her ability to assist him.

As she made her way to the common room, she encountered Sirius, who was returning from his own classes. They exchanged greetings, and Fleur noticed the subtle smile of satisfaction on his face. It was clear that Sirius was finding his new role as a professor fulfilling.

"Sirius," Fleur began, "I wanted to thank you again for your support in this endeavor. It's been invaluable, and I appreciate your encouragement."

Sirius nodded, his expression warm. "I'm glad to help. It's been good to see Harry and Hermione making progress. I know how important this is for Harry."

Fleur nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's crucial. We're working hard to ensure he's well-protected, but it's a process that requires patience and dedication."

As they parted ways, Fleur felt a renewed sense of determination. She knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but with the support of friends and allies like Sirius, she was more confident than ever in their ability to succeed.

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